Missing The Muse

From a couple of e-mails to the muse, who I have been missing terribly.

I was laying in bed this morning thinking about how much I love sucking your cock. I love the feeling of your soft skin over your rock hard shaft sliding against my tongue, filling my whole mouth and pushing into the back of my throat. My favorite thing is to be on my knees in front of you with you standing over me. Kneeling down like that I am in the most subservient position I could ever be in and in that moment I exist only to service you. I love knowing that you're looking down on me as you tower over me. I want to be your slave. Even with your full length in my mouth I want more. That's when I reach to pull you even closer, pressing my face into your crotch and cutting off my own air just so I can take you even deeper into my throat. I love feeling the way your cock pulses when you come for me. You have the most delicious come I have ever tasted - I don't ever want to miss a drop. Swallowing your load soothes my battered throat and the lingering taste it leaves in my mouth serves to remind me of my place at your feet, marking me as your property to use as you like.

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I'm catching up on other people's blogs as a way to procrastinate from writing my own which I promised myself I would do tonight. In so doing I came across one that recommended a sex toy website I hadn't heard of before. I browsed around a bit and stumbled on this: http://www.pinkcherry.com/Pipedream-Fetish-Fantasy-Pink-Leash-and-Collar/productinfo/PD.3955.00/ which immediately sent my pulse racing and my fingers to my clit. I imagined myself wearing it with the boots and the vinyl corset, standing obediently in front of you, eyes cast down, you in you black shirt and your new jeans, both unbuttoned. You're holding the leash and you force me to my knees and make me deep throat you and using the leash to keep my head close to you. You withdraw from my mouth and slap my face, hard, telling me what a dirty whore I am for liking it, and such a filthy girl deserves to be taught a lesson. You tug the leash and pull me to my feet and down the hallway into your bedroom where you push me face down onto the bed. You make me reach back and spread my ass cheeks wide for you to push my glass butt plug into my ass and them tell me to return my hands to the bed and not to move them. You start to spank me, each blow making my cheeks sting more and pushing the butt plug deeper inside me. I hear you take off your belt and the stinging is so intense I can barely stand it. I grip the duvet with white knuckles to keep from moving my hands. When you feel I've had enough you climb on top of me, sliding your cock deep into my pussy. Your body presses me into the bed and I gasp when you sink your teeth into my neck. You fuck me harder than ever, every thrust pushing the butt plug deeper and stretching me. I am so full and I can't help moving my hands and reaching back to touch you when I come. I feel your breath on my ear whispering that I am being a very bad girl for moving my hands without permission and you hold my wrists down while you ravage my pussy, fucking me so hard you take my breath away until finally I feel you come deep inside my cunt. Your hot spunk and the bruises on my ass marking me as your filthy little cockslut.

I had to stop three times to masturbate just while I was typing that. So...should I buy it? xxx

Lady

I have no idea how it happened, or how I knew it was going to happen, and I certainly had no idea what I was even doing. All I know is that I found myself sitting on a log in the woods passionately kissing a ginger-haired beauty with my fingers wrapped in her masses of hair, and it was exactly where I wanted to be. There's only so much I'm willing the share here, because the whole thing was really special and I'm keeping it for myself. But I can tell you that laying our jackets down on the ground underneath the little cave of trees and bushes that we found did little to keep the leaves out of our hair or our pants, and we brushed each other off as best we could. Evidently it was not quite enough...

Later that evening at dinner with her husband and my muse, she found a leaf in her hair that I had missed, picked it out and very deliberately placed it on top of my menu, sending us both into a fit of giggles that both the men chalked up to silly girl talk. They were both right and wrong.