Wednesday, June 18, 2008
My lover devised a new trick for teasing me. He put me in a corset, the kind that pushed my breasts up and out, putting them on display for him. It made it a little hard for me to breathe, which was the first restraint. He slipped a silk thong on me, so that when I walked I would feel the soft material rub against my clit, subtly arousing me. Then he bound my wrists together with a soft rope, and tied the rope, with a foot of slack, to the ring of a leather collar he placed on my neck. I spent the day like this, walking around bound and at his service, and he watched me. His eyes were always on my movements, my struggles with the small amount of movement I had with my hands, the way I balanced myself, the way I held my head…And he always lingered a little on the soft voluptuousness of my breasts, poking out above the corset and bobbing as I walked, and on the fullness of my butt, round and inviting him to touch me.
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posted by Lilith @ 12:45 pm | 2 kisses »
Saturday, April 5, 2008
I was driving. Back roads, twisting, turning, gently sloping. I put on the cruise control and steered with my left hand while I used my right to unbutton and unzip my pants. I looked over at him, and laughed at his expression of aroused disbelief. I slid my hand down my pants and casually mentioned how it would be more fun if my phone started ringing. He whipped his out and I put mine on vibrate and tucked it below my crotch.
I began to massage my clit while driving, paying attention to both the road and the tingling between my legs. I giggled when my cell phone began to vibrate, and again as it went to voicemail. With a look of determination, he continued his end of the process: call, hang up, repeat. Meanwhile I moaned softly as the tingling and became a slow, throbbing pleasure. Leaning into the chair and arching my back a little, I was glad we were on a back road with little traffic to see my exhibition. He watched me, rubbing myself and steering, moaning and biting my lip, and I glanced over periodically to see the hunger in his eyes grow.
Ohhh why did “tonight” have to be so far away?
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posted by Lilith @ 12:09 am | 1 kiss »
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
A lot of men would love to have breasts. They claim that they wouldn’t stop playing with them, and that women must spend a lot of time playing with their boobs. Well they’re right.
At least, when it comes to me, they are. I love my breasts. I like how I have to hold them down when I run, especially up and down stairs. I like how they hang when I lean over, and how when I cross my arms they smush together so tenderly. I like the dark, soft line of my cleavage, especially when I wear pushup bras (I only need them for the support, because my boobs are extra-bouncy). I like their firm gelatinous feel, and I like to hold them in my hands and bounce them a little. I like massaging them when PMS makes them sore, and the feeling of having my nipples sucked.
I’ve gotten special attention because of them, and I’ve gotten jealousy stares from girls who don’t have them. Even girls who do comment on how nice mine are.
They’re just a lot of fun to have.
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posted by Lilith @ 2:07 am | 2 kisses »
Friday, November 9, 2007
My skin remembers the way his fingers trailed along my arm, my stomach, my hips. My muscles remember the ache from the way he bends me. My tongue remembers the taste of his mouth, his spearmint gum. My flesh remembers the way he squeezed my breasts, bit my neck, pulled me into him.
We were cuddling on his couch while he stroked my arm until his fingers wandered off to explore new territory and I leaned up to kiss him. Then I was straddling his lap sucking on his tongue. He unbuttoned my pants then whispered, “Let’s go to the bedroom.” I nodded and climbed off. He began to lead the way while I took a drink of water, keeping an ice cube in my mouth. He grabbed the back belt loop on my jeans and pulled me around front. I giggled and led the way upstairs while he kept trying to pull my pants down.
Finally making it to the bedroom, I turned on him and pulled his shirt off then lowered my head a little (god he’s tall) to suck on his nipple with my cold mouth, the ice having just melted away. He moaned and finished undressing me then pushed me toward the bed. I jumped up (even his bed is tall) and spread my legs so he could stand between them and lean over, kissing me deeply while pushing me backward.
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posted by Lilith @ 6:51 am | 2 kisses »
Sunday, October 21, 2007
Exotic dancing has its good nights and its bad nights, its highs and lows, just like any other job. Actually, it probably has more of both of these than most jobs, and a larger gap between what defines a bad night and a good night.
But I definitely think spending half an hour laying on a customer’s lap while he caresses you with a cherry and says “I paid $300 for this room, so damnit you’re going to relax” counts as a pretty good night. The only hard part was trying not to burst into laughter at the ridiculousness of the situation. I did manage to reduce it to girlish giggling though.
The rest of the night? Sitting and talking to him while he bought me drinks.
Ahhh, the sweet life.
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posted by Lilith @ 5:10 pm | 1 kiss »
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Here’s part two of the final scene with #2. Enjoy! I sure as hell did… 
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posted by Lilith @ 5:09 pm | 1 kiss »
Thursday, July 5, 2007
This is the record of my final sexcapade with man #2 out of the three about whom I have written thus far. It was long, so I am splitting it into two parts.
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posted by Lilith @ 4:40 am | 1 kiss »
Monday, April 30, 2007
“Where are you?” he demanded.
“Um…in my bed…under you…uh..”
“That’s not the correct answer. The correct answer is ‘Right here.’ Where are you?”
“Right here.”
“What time is it?”
“…I can’t see the clock…late? The middle of the night?”
“Wrong again. It is ‘right now.’ What time is it?”
“Right now.”
He was patient with me, teaching me to say “yes” when he asked me questions, “yes, master” when he demanded them. He taught me the difference between “kiss” and “dick.” He told me he liked the way I tasted, and was understanding when I didn’t know what I wanted. Sometimes he told me what I wanted, and sometimes he let me go.
“You feel amazing,” he said as he pounded me into my 4th climax of the night. “Did you just come?” I nodded. “Come again,” he demanded.
“I can’t…not so soon…”
But he was persistent, and he got what he wanted. He pulled my head back and told me we had a lot to learn from each other, that he would be my teacher and I his. He asked if I thought I could teach him anything. I said I didn’t know. My head was pulled farther as he repeated the question. “Yes, master” I replied. This pleased him.
Finally I couldn’t take any more, and beginning to fall asleep against him, I inhaled his scent which was soft and warm. My legs hurt from straddling him for so long, my pussy hurt from being pounded hard for two hours, and my body was exhausted from so many orgasms. He cradled me and offered to put me to bed.
He was a gentle master, and I tried to be a good little sub.
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posted by Lilith @ 3:08 pm | 1 kiss »
Sunday, April 22, 2007
July 23rd is the date on which I may start fantasizing about the incredibly yummy Daniel Radcliff. Danny, my dear, why must you be only 17? Oh please hurry July! My masturbation material is running low as of late…
Consequently, I feel the urge to take a trip to London and see “Equuas.” Vacation, anyone?
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posted by Lilith @ 8:10 pm | 2 kisses »
Friday, April 6, 2007
I sent the text, and giggled, waiting for a reply.
“No, babe, what?”
“You.”
His response was enthusiastic. “I’d like that a LOT. Too bad you’re not here.”
“Oh but that’s just it, dear…”
There was a dramatic pause, and then the questioning reply came through. When would I be over? After work. While at work, we texted back and forth, him asking what time I got off, me replying then teasing him about having another girl to kick out before I got there. The funny thing is, I actually half expected to see another girl with him when I showed up an hour early, but he was sleeping on the couch, and woke up when I opened the door. “Hey beautiful,” he grinned.
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posted by Lilith @ 10:16 pm | 2 kisses »
