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Born again butt virgin?

July 6th, 2017 Comments off

It started the same basic way sex between us usually starts. He sent me to the bedroom to get naked and get on the bed.

If you asked what position we use most, the answer would have to be doggy style. I get on my hands and knees with my ass and feet hanging off the edge of the bed, and he stands behind me, legs between my feet, and pounds on my pussy so hard I’m really surprised our flimsy (15 year old) frame hasn’t snapped.

He slammed into me, and fucked me like that for a while. The stomachache I’d been nursing for two or three days disappeared behind the haze of good sex. The pain of spending too much time on my hands and knees the day before was a distant memory. All I was focused on, could focus on was his cock.

Then he spread my ass so he could stare at my asshole. I tried not to tense, tried to hide my fear, but he knew it was there. I could tell by the way his body reacted to the way my body reacted. Read more…

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Rayne is a fucktoy cunt.

August 30th, 2015 Comments off

I laid my head in his lap as we watched the last few minutes of the first half. He fisted his hand in my hair and ground his hips against my cheek. With each thrust, I could feel his cock growing harder, until it strained against the fabric of his boxers.

He wrapped his hand around the back of my neck and squeezed. Not tight enough to hurt. Just tight enough to let me know who’s boss. And as I lay there, I could feel his cock pressing against my face, his precum already wetting my cheek.

“What are you?” he asked.

I knew the answer to this. He’d just told me minutes before. But I couldn’t find the memory in my cock-fogged brain. I panicked for a brief second, racking my brain for my new title. His hand tightened ever so slightly as the word I was missing came to me.

“A fucktoy cunt,” I breathed in relief. Read more…

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Now I’m going to do whatever I want with you.

June 15th, 2015 Comments off

“I think you should go figure out a way to lay on the bed with your ass in the air without hurting your shoulder.”

It almost sounds like a suggestion, or even a request, but it was neither.

I wound my hair up into a sloppy bun and pinned it in place before making my way to the bedroom. The Wedge was already out, so getting into position simply meant putting it in the middle of the bed and kneeling over it. I pulled my pillows over, too, to help support my upper body so that all my weight wasn’t resting on my shoulders, and snuggled in.

He took his sweet time joining me. Anticipation is a motherfucker. And as I knelt there, my ass lifted and thighs spread, I could feel it building in my stomach. Which, of course, translated to slippery heat building in my cunt. Read more…

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Go get a toy so you can fuck yourself.

September 24th, 2014 4 comments

Enjoying myselfNo, I’m not telling you to go get a toy so you can fuck yourself–though you can, if you want. That’s how last night started.

(P.S. It’s been a long time since I’ve written one of these, so cut me some slack.)

“Go get a toy so you can fuck yourself. I need entertainment.”

He was on a conference call with one of our closest friends (who he also happens to work with) and a customer, and his part of the job was done. The phone was on mute, but the windows were open. I’m pretty sure I turned five shades of red in five seconds flat. The idea of me being his entertainment gets me every time. Read more…

Little Lightning Bolts v. Rayne’s Clit

September 23rd, 2013 7 comments

Capture“No, I’m not getting this out to play with you,” he said, as he moved the stack of erotica off the Neon Wand box, and took off his wedding ring.

“No fair!” I yelled, as I continued to go about my business.

“Why would I try it on you first? That’s dumb,” he retorted.

“You’re such a good dom,” I said, rather patronizingly. Master tries everything first. Video games, books, cooking some new recipe we’ve found…he sees it as his right as the master. I suppose he’s right, but I don’t have to be happy about it.

If you’re about to say I should be happy if he’s happy, just stfu. I know you know I know this.

“Well, if I’m going to cause excruciating pain,” he said, “I want it to be intentional.”

Gee, I thought as I watched him run the toy up and down his arms and legs. Thanks. Read more…

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A New Use for Our Homemade Spreader Bar

September 3rd, 2013 Comments off

image“So are you gonna go get on the bed so I can fuck you, or were we just gonna sit here?”

Master’s such a romantic, isn’t he?

“Actually,” he called out just as I was walking past the bathroom door, “why don’t you get in the shower, first?”

It wasn’t actually a question. And as I unbuckled my cuffs, I heard him get up off the couch and start taking his clothes off.

I climbed in, and just as I was finished shaving, Master climbed in behind me and hogged all the water. I’d expected there to be some shower silliness, but he was a man on a mission, so I washed up and got out. I dried off, and waited for the last little bit of lingering moisture to evaporate from my wrists and ankles, then buckled the cuffs on. I considered not putting on the ankle cuffs, but then I remembered that I was wearing them because he’d ordered me to…in a round about way. Read more…

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