Category: #MasturbationMonday

I Wish I’d Taken the Photo

I wish I’d taken the photo.

He’s lying on his back, one arm at his side, the other folded under his head. The fact it is post sex means he is beautifully naked. Exactly as he should be all the time in my opinion. The gym sessions are showing, muscle definition is popping in all the right places. In all honestly I want to have the sex all over again as I look at him.

I wish I’d taken the photo.

Why is it then, if he is so glorious, that I am thinking of you?

I’m thinking of you because I want you to see him, as he is in that moment. I wish I had taken the photo I envisaged in my mind, convincing him to let me take and share it, might have been two very hard battles to win, but I think I could have offered a persuasive argument.

I know he wants you to want him, and oh my, you would have wanted him so hard in that moment.

I wish I’d taken the photo.

I can feel your name on my tongue, both post sex and during. I can feel you slipping into my mind as we fuck, wondering where you might want to be, where he might want you and where I’d like you. There’s is a look he gets, and a shift in atmosphere when your name lingers in the air and it makes my cunt twitch and my mind race with erotic possibilities. I want to make your cunt twitch too.

I wish I’d taken the photo.

There is so much I want to see and do.

I want to showcase him.

IMG_7839I want to show you the things I know will elicit the most sexy and joyful of responses from him.

I want to sit back as you tend to him in your own way, and see what new discoveries unfold.

I want you to do nothing, as together we navigate the pleasures of your body.

I want to deny him, as my fingers make you come, and my tongue revels in the taste of you.

I want to make him beg for you. I want to hear him say the words out loud for us both to hear.

I want to watch as he slides inside you, so I can see him from another perspective as he fucks you.

There are so many ‘wants’ that I am longing to explore. They are all percolating inside me, latching on to my every sense of arousal, consuming me beyond want and into aching need.

Fuck the photo!

I wish you’d been there to see it in person.

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#SoSS! You Are EPIC!

Wonderful, lovely and sexy readers, get ready to open multiple browser tabs and be prepared for a roller-coaster ride of sexy and emotional blog posts. I have an an EPIC week (yes it did need the capitalisation) of blog reading and I am about to hit you all with some awesome and in some cases intense posts from some fabulous people.

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Oh, Cousin Pons what a delightfully smutty blog you have. This weeks offering to Masturbation Monday from Pons was ‘Hornithology’, now while it did leave me with more questions than answers, it did also give me the horn. So that’s a win. You can also see more of Cousin Pons if you pop along and browse through the Sinful Sunday submissions. Would anybody like to see his bottom? If so head to his blog now.

This next blog post is all about the feels.’ Travels with You’ by submissy is just wonderful. In the almost three years I have been with Bakji we have journeyed hard. Sometimes I find it hard to articulate just how much that means to me, but this piece speaks for many of us I think. It is not only one of my favourites from this week, but one of my most favourite things I’ve read in a long time. I honestly think it deserves all the love so please do give it a read. I actually sent this link to Bakji, because I suspect my blog readers see more of my feels than he does, and I felt like this piece of writing said something that I’ve been wanting to say for a long time, but didn’t know how to.

Through Twitter, Sinful Sunday and possibly through the Smut Marathon which his Miss (Violet Fawkes) is taking part in, I have recently started frequenting KinkyandPerky’s blog. This week he wrote ‘Absent’ and I loved it. His Sinful Sunday pictures also cause me to giggle, quite often it’s my FemDom giggle too, which is the best giggle I possess, so finding a blog that encourages that is awesome.

Violet also happens to be the author of one of my Smut Marathon Round 3 favourites,

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What’s the Kink this week?

‘Weak Flesh’. While the voting may have ended, you can still visit the Smut Marathon entries and give it a read. If you need anymore encouragement to enjoy Violet’s writing maybe I suggest her most recent Kink of the Week submission ‘Worn Out’, it is hella sexy.

I have given a shout out to Pixie before, but I’m doing it again. Less for a specific post and more for her entire run of recent posts. I won’t lie, some of them will be hard for people to read, but Pixie is so brave and honest about topics that many people shy away from and I think that needs to be championed. I was recently in awe of the post she wrote about her Mum’s passing, within days if not hours of it happening. My Mum died nearly 9 years ago, and I often think I should blog about it, I want to, I do, but I just … I can’t. Grief is so complex, for so many reasons and in so many ways, and unpacking that in words can be brutal. Pixie has my sincere admiration for being able to share that process with her readers.

CuriousClitty brings us back to Kink, with ‘K is for Kaleidoscope’. Her take on the myriad of kinks we can all encounter, whether we enjoy them or just learn of their existence is fabulous. She also talk about adding colour to her deeper, darker kinks and that really resonated with me on a personal level, as I’ve been doing a little bit of that myself lately.

IMG_6998Social media platforms are becoming more and more restrictive in what we can see and share as a sex positive and kink positive community. Current political climates in a variety of our countries will only add to this. While this seems like a bit of fun, which it is, it is also really important that we do not let each other be silenced. #SoSS allows us to support and share fellow writers who may be unable to reach people due to the recent and ongoing spate of shadow-banning.  If you have a platform where people are listening to your voice and you can share some of your favourite sex bloggers then please do. The more of us that get involved in this the better.

There were also amazing posts for Wicked Wednesday, Sinful Sunday and for #30DaysofOrgasm which some of us are indulging in for April. They are all worth a visit and you are guaranteed to find thought provoking and sexy posts there.

#30DayOrgasmFun – Week 1

#30DayOrgasmFun – Week 1:

Orgasms received 2.

Orgasms given 1

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It was with great excitement that I decided to take part in #30DayOrgasmFun. My overall feeling about masturbation is that it is a bit dull, for me. Even though I own all the sex toys and can now orgasm, which I couldn’t until I was 28, it just lacks lustre for me. I’m pretty sure I just haven’t explored enough though, that knowledge does not compel me to try more often though, or even to try new things when the urge does come over me.

For me getting involved in #30DayOrgasmFun was about encouragement. The thought of having a reason to carve time out for self pleasure was awesome. Then came a less awesome though … Easter holidays. For me this means very little alone time, and very little energy. Neither of which is handy when it comes to sexy alone time.

I have however managed two self love sessions. Which quite honestly, is not bad going for me in one week.

Orgasm 1 – Sunday

IMG_6615.JPGThis orgasm, like many others was courtesy of my Maison Vesta Kassandra Magic Wand. For those of you who are used to the power of a larger wand, this might not do the trick. As I am yet to get my hands on my dream Doxy though, smaller wands are what I have to hand. This is by far my favourite out of the selection of smaller wands I’ve tried. For its size and its price it really packs a punch. In a sexy way.

So me and Kassandra (the wand remember, not a sexy lady unfortunately) got down to business, and it was quick, but it was efficient and I actually felt pleased that I’d made the effort to get some kind of orgasmic delights on the go.

Orgasm 2 – Tuesday

1523266633951.jpegNow this one was a lot more interesting. I got a delightful box of goodies to test and review from Satisfyer.com, and this definitely inspired me to lube up, even though it was after a late shift at work. I’m a bit erratic when it comes to new toys, I tend to try them with a bit too much eagerness, and quite often that doesn’t give a good picture of them, but it will explain how I ended up masturbating with four toys in one session.

First up was the Satisfyer Pro G-Spot Rabbit, which I’ve been really keen to try, and I1523265920441.jpeg think I will enjoy it, but I was finding it hard to relax into it. I think because it was new and we haven’t found our groove yet. Then Satisfyer Pro Traveler came out to play, which is frickin’ adorable, and pretty mighty for a small toy and it definitely played it’s part in making the orgasmic magic happen.

However, like I said, it was late and I was tired and I really just wanted the good fanny feels. So out came Kassandra again, this time though she has a friend with her. Oh yes, my Tracey Cox Glass Dildo (the clear one) came out to play. For some reason I haven’t use any of my glass dildos in a while, but recently I’ve taken to using them again and I have remembered why I have so many. They are unbelievably good at getting me off.

With Kassandra on my clit and Tracey Cox (the dildo, not the woman) rubbing against my g-spot I came good and proper. Like I really came, super hard. It. Was. So. Good.

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Orgasm 3 – Friday

This orgasm wasn’t mine, but it was my best one of the week. That is a statement that probably sheds a lot of light on why I don’t orgasm much. Making Bakji come isn’t more fun for me a lot of the time than coming myself. The thrill I get from our kink dynamic, and especially from FemDom, kind of outweighs the thrill I get from sexual pleasure, especially of the solo variety.

During this session I got to tease and torment, as well as engaging in one of my all time favourite sexual acts, handjobs. I bloody love giving handjobs, especially to Bakji because he is so wonderfully receptive to them.

We also took the Satisfyer Men (or penis wanker as I am calling it) for its first spin. It was definitely fun, but it couldn’t claim the orgasm, that was all mine.

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Now I am sure at least one person is wondering why I didn’t end up having a 3rd orgsm of my own seeing as how I had my partner right there, with his cock out and hard no less. The truth is I just don’t measure my pleasure in orgasms. It is totally cool if you do, it isn’t judgement on other people, it’s just how I work.

FemDom gives me an adrenaline rush and a mental and physical high that I do not get form sex in any way, shape or form. I love sex, I really do. It feels amazing and I love it when Bakji makes me come. Domination though, especially of Bakji, man that hits the spot. Like hardcore, body and mind satisfied.

So where does that leave me with taking part in #30DayOrgasmFun? I am still very much going to try and get a few more April orgasms under my belt. I have a few new things I’m going to try, and I have a sexy weekend session with Bakji, where we will have more time to get kinky than we did on Friday. So if he’s lucky I might let him help me out with an orgasm of my own. Or I might just make him come multiple times, I’m really quite happy to sate my orgasm needs in that way.

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#SoSS – Shared Joy is Double Joy

I follow lots of blogs, but I have never managed to keep track of any of that, for that I apologise, especially if I’m missing out on wonderful posts. It’s part of the reason I enjoy social media, because I get pointed in the direction of good things by those I follow. Another way I enjoy finding good reads is writing memes like Masturbation Monday, Wicked Wednesday and Kink of the Week.

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#MasturbationMonday: Borrowing his Toy

Masturbation-Monday-banner-1This post was inspired by #MasturbationMonday, to join in or to see more of the posts written for this go to weeks prompt go to http://masturbationmonday.kaylalords.com.


I walked into the guest bedroom, to deliver fresh towels for her shower and the view I was confronted with stopped me in my paces. Lying on the bed, already undressed, her back her bum, her long shapely legs all there for me to see and enjoy. My cunt twitched and my imagination started to kick in. Oh the things I could do to her, the things I had done to her, but not now, she wasn’t here for me. She was here for him, and I had promised myself I would not interfere.

As I made my presence known, she sat up and span around to face me. Her nakedness was of no issue to her, legs relaxed, casually displaying what I saw to be a wet and ready cunt. Why? Why did she have to look so bloody enticing? The sparkle in her eyes didn’t help much either, she always looked so playful and eager. Even when we were doing mundane things like eating dinner or taking a walk. She was like a playful, lovable puppy, and about as hard to resist as one too.

I placed the towels on the bed, and made my intentions to get on with some chores clear. She has however, perfected the art of puppy dog eyes, and that look accompanied with the disappointment in her voice when she said she thought I’d be keeping her company while she bathed, meant I really didn’t know how to turn her down. My steely FemDom exterior didn’t always hold up so well around her, she appealed to my softer side in so many ways. I wanted to wash her back and brush her hair, then pull her hair and fuck her into a big puddle, so that we would have to do the washing and the brushing all over again. This was not the plan though. Not the plan at all.

I accompanied her into the bathroom, and we ran her a bath, we chatted like good friends do, and we reminisced over her last visit and that is where my resolve began to wane. She asked if I’d be joining them at all this weekend, and looked slightly crestfallen when I explained I had lots of work to attend to. I thought he’d explained the new approach to her, but I was left wondering if it hadn’t yet come up. So I explained in a small amount of detail some of what I had discussed with him, and while she still seemed mildly disappointed we wouldn’t be playing together, she did seem very excited about the plans she had with the boy.

Once she was feeling thoroughly clean and the second set of bubbles had faded away, she climbed out of the bath and I wrapped her in warm towel. I hugged her close to me instinctively and as I did so my lips brushed against her cheek, and as if that was all the invitation she needed her lips found mine and in the eagerness to hold her face in my hands, her towel fell to the floor.

In a rush of desire fuelled by her naked body so close to mine, any thoughts of not playing with her were gone, she was so soft and inviting, her body wrapping against mine as we fell onto the bed. One hand finding the warm wetness of her, as the other moved across the curves of her body, cupping and squeezing, scratching and pinching. She moved beneath me like she had been starving for sexual affection, I felt a glimmer of guilt that I’d stolen that reaction from him, but knew I could make it up to him.

My lips brushed against her ear, and I felt her shiver, knowing full well the sensation had sent tingles through her body. I began to whisper, as my fingers ceased their movement but remained inside her. I spoke to her of him, of how ready he’d be to fuck her, how hungry he’d be to take in every inch of her, to move his mouth across her body, to kiss and lick and devour. She moaned at my words, her body starting to move to its own rhythm, trying desperately to entice my fingers into playing again. I wanted more from her though, I was happy make her come, but I wanted her orgasm to belong to him.

I asked if she understood exactly what was coming this weekend, and her hesitation told me she did not. I told her how he’d been caged ever since her last visit, locked away and teased mercilessly the entire time, he was my beautiful, obedient slave, but he always enjoyed being Dominant with her and was keen to show her more of this. She gasped as I expressed his desires to take charge of her, to have her in every way he could, low moans betraying how eager she was to come.

She told me I was mean when I said I’d be caging him again the minute she left, and my response that she had better be as nice to him as possible then just seemed to arouse her more, I could feel her cunt twitching and dripping against my fingers, I knew how badly she wanted to please him and service him, she wanted both be of use and to be used. Her enthusiasm for him was making my own arousal soar, and it was become hard not to think of fucking him myself.

I kissed her hungrily, unsure as to whose desire I was trying to feed, hers or my own. Her hands tentatively made moves to remove my clothing, as I began to assist she took this, rightly, as consent to proceed. Her hands and mouth explored my body desperately, bringing her close to orgasm but not allowing her to climax had caused a sexual frenzy. Her mouth found my nipples, and unable to resist the pleasure this caused in me I fell into the sensations she was creating within me.

Her fingers found me, wet and eager, her manners and natural desire to be submissive never leaving her though, I heard soft voice ask ‘please may I’ as she waited for permission to proceed, a permission she was most definitely granted. Her lips had not moved from my nipples, alternating between the two, as she sucked and fucked me into orgasmic oblivion. Thoughts of him, and her still floating in my mind as she did so, making me wetter, hotter and crazed with arousal.

I lost track of how many times I came, her fingers were relentless, her mouth similarly so, but finally moving from my nipples to my mouth as her fingers withdrew from me. She had thoroughly earned the ‘good girl’ that fell from my lips, along with a playful yet firm smack on the bum. The next words from her lips were new though, ‘I hope I’m a good girl for Daddy too’. It was definitely a new term of endearment, but I found myself smiling at how well it suited their blossoming dynamic.

For reasons unknown, because it was fairly far removed from our own dynamic, which had for a long while been 24/7, Mistress & slave, but never the less, whatever the reason, I wanted to hear her call him Daddy again. Disappearing briefly to retrieve the vibrator I knew she was partial too, I returned to find her wide-eyed and hopeful looking. Grateful for the speed and ease of under bed restraints, I tied her to the bed and set the vibrator to slow and torturous. I knew her responses well enough to know she would be begging to come quite soon.

I was not disappointed, she began to buck against the vibrator, as if that would somehow magically make her come. She pulled against her restraints, her head turning from side to side, biting her lip, moaning, swearing, so close, so very close to orgasm, but knowing it was completely out of her control to obtain it. Eventually it all became too much, and a soft, low ‘please’ was uttered. She must have known that would not be enough, begging must be clear and desperate before it is satisfying enough for me to concede.

As if it had always been the natural way I found myself telling her to practice begging Daddy, to imagine it was his hard, thick cock resting against her clit and not the vibrator, that she was begging to be fucked, begging to be used, begging to get lost beneath him as fucks her until she comes, her cunt twitching and clenching around his cock, a cock that we both knew she desperate for.

‘Beg for it. Beg for Daddy’s cock like a good girl’, and she did. With a desperate frustration that turned me on so much I rubbed my own clit to orgasm, as I raised the power on the vibrator causing her to tumble into her own crashing waves of orgasm, as the words ‘Please Daddy’ continued to fall from her lips, over and over like a mantra, becoming more incoherent with every utterance, as if she no longer knew she was speaking them.

As I untied her, and brushed her hair from her face, she wriggled under the covers and closed her eyes. She was so sexy and so goddamn hot, but she was also adorable and little in so many ways, it was the little and adorable that caused me to kiss her forehead, as I told her Daddy would definitely think she was a good girl. She smiled sleepily, because falling into a slumber that she was definitely going to need.

To be continued …

*I will continue this for next weeks #MasturbationMonday, should anyone be inclined to discover what happens when the boy, and newly christened Daddy returns home.*

 

 

 

#Masturbation Monday: The Crack in the Door …

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‘Fuck You! Fuck! You!’

It was an interesting choice of words, given that no one was fucking anyone, and I had my suspicions this wasn’t about to change anytime soon. Despite the fact my cunt was dripping wet, and his cock was hard.

I could feel my wetness again my thighs, despite the fact I was wearing underwear. I knew he’d be able to see this. He’d manhandled, roughly me into a chair and tied me down. Spreading my legs as he did so, in a way that made my skirt ride up, leaving my wet through panties in full view.

As he’d tied my arms down and restrained my torso against the hard back of the chair, he’d pulled my vest top and bra away from my body, revealing hard, eager nipples. Another betrayal of my obvious arousal.

I felt exposed, and slightly ashamed at the predicament I’d found myself in. I hadn’t expected to be caught as I peered through the crack of his door. Here I was though, my voyeurism having backed fired. What I wanted to see and watch in secret, I was now being forced to watch, with no choice to turn away. I felt sick with dread, yet I couldn’t deny that I was also enthralled and exhilarated.

The video on the computer screen had been paused. Even paused between two motions she was stunning. Her lingerie skimming gracefully across the perfect curves of her body. Whenever I looked at her I ached from both envy and arousal. When she had told me of her intentions to make him this video I was torn. I knew if I asked to see it she would say yes. We didn’t keep things from each other that might make us anxious. At the same time though I knew for it to be most effective it needed to be private between the two of them. I wanted to respect this, I really did, but the part of me that enjoyed self-torture decided voyeurism would win out.

There I was, heart pounding, cunt aching, getting wet from the anticipation of what I would witness. When he pressed play on the video I couldn’t help but gasp at how unlike her usual self she was. Usually coy and playful in her submission, this new version of her was brazen, with an air of Dominance I never could have imagined her to have. That gasp, that one, small, barely audible gasp gave me away.

I was frozen to the spot as I saw him pause the video and get up from his chair. In a split second he was in front of me, hand gripping my hair as he dragged me to the chair he was to tie me too. As I was the one who had been caught, my rage was unwarranted, but I felt defiant. He could tie me down, and force me to watch, but I would not give away how I felt inside. This tangled web of shame and arousal was mine, I didn’t want to share it.

‘You want to watch do you? Well let’s make it easy for you. Such a dirty girl, being a secret voyeur. To think, I thought I knew all your perversions.’

That was when the words those word of defiance left my mouth. ‘Fuck You. Fuck. You.’ I paid for my defiance with his hand across my face. With the initial contact and the sting it left, my cunt throbbed. He rarely got this rough with me, but when he did it aroused every inch of me.

Once I was firmly tied to the chair, in a position that meant I would be able to see him, but not the computer screen. His hand gripped my neck, as his mouth fell to my ear with a whisper. With the low, menacing voice that made me melt, he made it very clear that I would question my decision to sneak around.

‘You will sit. You will watch. Your cunt will ache, all the while knowing you will be punished for your behaviour. You’re a disgrace. I can see how fucking wet you are already. You had better enjoy the show, because you will pay for it.’

His words were humiliating, they made the shame of my desires rise inside me, and that humiliation and shame only fuelled my arousal. I also knew that whatever punishments followed would do the same.

He fell back into his chair, his cock still hard, it hadn’t softened at all while he was reprimanding and tying me. The video began to play and her words filled the air. Her soft voice, unusually hard,  as she spoke to him. She spoke of how badly he wanted her, how much he loved to fuck her, of how wet he made her and of how hard she made him. That last statement, evidently a fact from what I saw in front of me.

He was solid. His hand gripping and stroking his length. I struggled against my restraints. Caught between wanting to get to him and wanting to escape the situation I had found myself in. He didn’t even notice, he was lost in pleasure, he was lost in her and I wanted to feel bad about this, but I just felt more turned on.

It made me think of all the times she’d visited, and despite the expectation that I would join them, I would on occasion excuse myself. I’d lie there in my room listening to them as they played and fucked. A feeling of emotional masochism would rise inside me, and part of me would long to run to them and join in, but the part of me that won was the part of me that revelled in the feelings that arose in me. It always felt a little bit taboo, the only kink that felt dirty and grubby, and far from being a bad thing, those feelings seem to flutter against my skin, causing every inch of me to feel charged with an erotic energy I just can’t find in other explorations in solo play.

Bringing myself back to the present, I watched, eyes unblinking as he followed her instructions to touch himself, to think of her. I listened as she started to touch herself, as she moaned and gasped, as she breathlessly told him how she did this to thoughts of him all the time. I knew this to be true. I’d even helped her do just that on more than one occasion. Our phone calls would often descend into masturbation sessions, each helping the other along by describing various scenarios that we knew would get the other off. She always came hardest when my words were about him.

I knew his touch so well that is wasn’t hard to describe it in great detail. I’d watched them interact so often that I knew how his hands moved across her, and how she responded when he did so. I loved reminding her of how he’d tease her, how he’d gently, softly trace the lines of her body, watching as she become more and more frustrated, trying to move her body towards his to no avail, before she would finally give in and beg for his touch to be firmer and more fruitful.

Now I ached for them both, I longed to lie beside them as their bodies moved together. Her hands always finding me, her nature to be kind and inclusive never getting lost even when she was being fucked into spacey incoherence. It was mesmerising to watch them, as they moved just as they would against me, as their hands and mouths engaged in actions I knew so well for myself. There were many times I’d become so lost in watching, that I would forget to join in. My hands would move to touch and explore, but instead of reaching for their bodies I’d reach for my own. Sometimes I was permitted to amuse myself, more often than not their lips and hands would pull me back to them, and I’d become lost in the pleasure we created together.

My restraints were biting into my flesh, the ropes digging in more than he probably anticipated due to my relentless wriggling. The pain was sweeter than I could even begin to explain, in vast contrast to the unyielding burning in my cunt, that sought release. A release I felt I would not be granted. His release however was ebbing ever closer, and I could barely allow myself to blink for fear of missing it. I hated the ropes that bound me for holding me back from him, I wanted to move closer, I wanted to be nearer to him as I watched his orgasm take hold.

His head had fallen back against the headrest of his chair, the moans of self pleasure were falling from his lips, as his mouth fell open ever so slightly. I long to kiss those lips, to hold his face in my hands, as he brought himself to climax. He was getting close, I could see it in the way his body was shifting, the muscles that were tensing, the changes in his breathing. She was still there, encouraging him, beautifully seductive, simultaneously debauched and sensual.

The way his hands were moving as he pleasured himself was at the moment the most fascinating thing I’d ever seen. He was so hard, his tip glistening, pre-cum oozing from him, in a manner so enticing that it felt like it was present only to tease me. I longed to take him in my mouth, to lick him, to fuck him. This current predicament seeming ludicrous as a different being awoke within me, a being that wanted action and touch, not visual stimulation that did nothing but tease and torture.

All at once though, before I was truly ready for it to be over, it was. With a change of tone that caught me off guard, she had ordered him to come, and he had obeyed. He was gripped in throes of a climax so strong I thought he might pass out, he looked glorious. He was usually the embodiment of power and control, he was so very careful as to how and when he let himself go. He seemed so free in that moment though, as if all the stresses and strains of life had been sucked from him and expelled with the force of his orgasm.

His eyes opened, and his gaze met mine, a smile spread across his face as he looked at me, and my heart filled with joy, and now I wanted to be free to hold him close and love him as hard as he came.

‘Well that was new … and fun. You’re still in trouble for being a sneaky pervert, but your punishment can wait … for now.’

With that he moved from his chair, and came towards me and began removing the rope that bound me. As he unveiled the rope marks that had been caused by my constant tugging and twisting, he rubbed them tenderly and planted kisses upon them too.  

Once I was free to move, he took my hand and led me to his bed, where we both fell into the kind of cuddle that made for perfect aftercare,  and then we called the other person who had been involved in our impromptu scene, and she squealed with delight at how naughty the whole thing was.

We hung up the phone and in seconds he was upon me. Pinned beneath him, his eyes were steely, with that hint of danger that made my stomach flip with anticipation. His hands moved to find I was still wet, wetter than I’d been in a long time. His fingers started to move against me and inside me, while his mouth started to whisper vulgar profanities against my ear.

He made me relive every moment, he forced me to face why I’d been there. He dug around inside my head, while his fingers fucked me, and I betrayed my own desire to keep my secrets as I realised he knew them all already. With every orgasm he tore from my body, whether I was ready to give into them or not, he showed me that I could not hide from him. When he choked me, and slapped me, tied me and teased me, he peeled away the layers of who I showed the world I was, until he was left with the me I truly I am.

I lay in a heap, half naked and very bedraggled. I felt elated both at having shared this previously secret kink with two people so close to me, but also at having kept my bedroom ‘voyeurism’ of listening in on them a secret. I felt like divulging quite how far this went would possible spoil its allure for me. As I lay there immobilised by all the sensations that had taken hold of me since I’d be caught peering through the crack in the door, my phone pinged with a tone reserved on for her.

‘I knew you weren’t tired all those nights you excused yourself. Pervert! I know your secret. I’ll keep it though. This will be fun.’

It seemed I was to have a partner in voyeuristic crime, and despite previous reservations, I could not wait. Her next visit would definitely be a very fun adventure.


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This weeks post writing masturbation photo comes courtesy of the Satisfyer Pro 2, which is so awesome I can barely stop writing long enough to write my review for it, but I promise it will be with you soon.

Episode 39: Loving BDSM Podcast gets #ProudToBeKinky

Kayla Lords and John Brownstone hosts of the Loving BDSM Podcast, are our guests this week. Not only do they host a podcast, but they each have their own blog, and Loving BDSM has it’s own site with a great community feel to it, helped by the forum and additions of things like the monthly book club.

We discuss how Kayla and John met and how their dynamic works for them, with Kayla identifying as a Babygirl and John being a Daddy Dom. They also identify as having a 24/7 dynamic, but how they manage and maintain that may not be the same as how other people do. We are big fans of sharing experiences and inviting other people to take from that what is useful to them, and Kayla and John do a wonderful job of sharing their thoughts in an open, honest and inviting manner.

Reading someone’s blog can be a great insight into who they are and what they are interested in. As their blogs played a key part in how they got together, it leads us to talk about both John and Bakji did their research before wooing their respective partners. Lots of friendships have been built through blogs and social media too, and we ponder how we are meant to make friends with someone who isn’t baring their soul on the internet on a daily basis. When you are a proud and self confessed social media whore.

Evolution of kinks and kink identities is a huge part of being a kinky person. Almost everyone within the kink community has a got a story of how they have changed since joining the scene. This usually means more fun and a better understanding of both ourselves and kink as a whole. Kayla and John share how their relationship has evolved, their online presence has evolved and also how their kinks have evolved, both individually and as a couple.

Part of what makes Loving BDSM a must listen podcast is the fact John and Kayla allow fun and silliness not only into their lives but also into their D/s. While there is a lot of serious conversations that need to be had when you are engaging in BDSM, it is also meant to be fun. This comes up in the podcast through various points raised, including what our various approaches to aftercare look like, and it isn’t necessarily how you’d imagine it look, especially if you are new to kink.

There is so much more that we cover in this episode, but I think I shall let you discover the rest for yourself, or the blog post will be a mammoth essay rather than a little round-up. You can find all the links to Loving BDSM here:

Loving BDSM – Home of the ’30 Days of D/s’ emails that Floss is currently blogging from, you can read those posts here.

Kayla Lords Blog – home of #MasturbationMonday which Floss recently submitted too, you can read that post here.

John Brownstone’s Blog 

As well as Loving BDSM, you can also listen to the other fab podcast that our part of our little Podcast Jukebox Network. Off the Cuffs: a kink and BDSM podcast, the Will Sean Podcast, Drinks with God and Parking Lot Radio. We are all on iTunes and we will love you forever if you leave us a star rating and review.

You can also swing by our Patreon site and see what is going on their for our Patrons. The most exciting of which is access to our spin-off podcast FemDom and Fetish fun, to check that out use this link https://www.patreon.com/proudtobekinky. You can also follow us on Instagram, Twitter, Fetlife and Facebook, just use the seqarch term proudtobekinky.