Denial

Laying back on his beanbag chair I start to get impatient. He hasn't fucked me in hours. His tongue feels amazing, but I want his cock. "Please fuck me," I beg. He only takes his mouth off me long enough to say "No" and then goes back to his long, slow licking of my pussy. I sigh and wait about 30 seconds before trying again. "Please," I moan, "I really need you to fuck me right now." He digs his fingers into my hips and pulls me closer. "No," he says again and sucks my clit into his mouth. He rolls his tongue over it and nibbles at it and I start to realize that maybe I can wait.

Slap (100 words)

You are on top of me, my legs wrapped around you, squeezing your waist and urging you deeper. My eyes closed, I am concentrating on how full I feel with every thrust of your cock. I must have gotten lost in the moment because I am startled when I feel your slap across my face and hear you growl "Fuck me back". The sting races from my face all the way down my spine to my pussy. On the second slap the sensation changes from stinging to white heat. On the third one I soak your cock with my come.

Photos From My Trip to See The Muse

In the photograph I am face down on his bed and handcuffed to the headboard. I am wearing the schoolgirl outfit he likes so much but slightly modified. The white blouse, grey skirt and pigtails in my hair are the same, but the knee socks and Mary Janes have been replaced by black seamed stockings with red bows at the ankles and black high heel shoes. With my legs spread apart you can see my ass and my pussy, waiting. What I remember when I look at this photograph is that being face down I couldn't see anything. I knew he was standing behind me looking at me and taking pictures, but I couldn't watch. When I heard him set the camera down, then loosen his belt and slide off his pants, I felt butterflies in my stomach and the adrenaline rushing through me. Anything could happen. I hadn't been told the plan. In those few seconds while he was kneeling behind me and slowing pulling my skirt up to my waist, before the first smack came down on my ass, I was wound tighter than a spring.

In the next photo I am still in the same position on the bed. Still wearing the same outfit, but now my cheeks are bright pink where he spanked me. The cord from my silver bullet vibrator is visible, but the bullet itself he has buried in my pussy, ahead of a second vibrator, green in color, that he has been fucking me with. You can also see the ring from the anal beads he's put in my ass. Those wouldn't be staying for long though, because just after he took that photo, he removed my handcuffs, flipped me over and fucked my ass (of which we also have a lovely photo). It was exquisite. It had never felt so good before and by the end I was clinging to him and begging him to come in my ass.

Ah, the muse. He is nothing if not obliging.