Posts Tagged ‘breath play’

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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NS(K)Q: Q46 – BDSM and Pregnancy

January 23rd, 2015 3 comments

NoStupidKinkQuestionsGandhi said that if you want to change the world, you have to be the change you want to see. To that end, Insatiable Desire brings you No Stupid (Kink) Questions, a series of questions asked by novice kinksters around the web. If you have a question for us, leave it in comments, or send it to rayne (at) insatiabledesire (dot) com with “NS(K)Q” in the subject.

Question 45:

My question is about BDSM while pregnant. Neither my husband or I are into much S&M since we don’t care for pain that often, but we do like some hard sex, spanking, and choking me. I found out I’m pregnant around Thanksgiving and was wondering if you had any advice on being safe? I don’t want to harm the baby but I also don’t want to cut out this part of our relationship completely (especially since he has a pregnant fetish). Any advice or words of wisdom?

I want to preface this with “I am not a doctor.” It might actually be a good idea to be open with your doctor about your sexuality and ask him or her what they feel is the best course of action. You might be pleasantly surprised by their reaction. There are some risks, of course. You have to do what you feel is best. But you could feel the doc out before telling them everything by asking what they think about erotic spanking, or whatever.

A lot of my advice will be based on my own experiences with rough sex and pregnancy (I didn’t actually participate in what most people consider BDSM until after my youngest child was born), and some information I’ve found in various sources. Read more…

There we were, just a fucking along…

September 4th, 2013 Comments off

There we were, just a fucking along, when suddenly, I couldn’t breathe. I was vaguely aware of his hand on my throat, but my focus was on Master’s cock thrusting in and out of my pussy. He was cumming, and with every thrust, his grip tightened.

“Maybe I’ll make you wait till tomorrow,” he said, as he pulled out of me and climbed off the bed.

I whimpered.

“Fine,” he said, and laid down beside me. He wrapped his hand around my throat and draped the flogger he’d been using over my face.

I came with the smell of us mingling with the smell of leather. It was delicious.

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A Different Kind of Breath Play

September 9th, 2010 1 comment

I’ve smoked cigarettes, and various other mind altering substances, on and off, since I was nine.  I’ll be thirty and a half in a month, so that’s twenty-one years.

Usually, I tell people I started smoking cigarettes at twelve.  That’s when I stole my first pack, and smoked the whole thing before it went stale.  Until then, I’d only stolen an extra long butt from the ashtray, or a couple from Mom’s pack.  Never Dad’s, though I’m not entirely sure why.  Unless maybe he’d quit by then? I can’t remember.

I became sexually active a week before my sixteenth birthday, to the day.  And just about every sexual encounter after that until I was seventeen or eighteen was in the missionary position.  There were very few, very random exceptions, but always with the ex, and never with anyone else.  The most noteworthy variation in position was… missionary with no pillows.  O.o Read more…

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That sex stuff

February 22nd, 2010 Comments off

With three anklebiters in the house, you can imagine that sex and activities associated with such are in short supply. You would be right. What we lack in quality, we damn sure try to make up in quality, and this weekend was a fine example of such.

Friday night was great. The kids went down without a fight, i got my chores done quickly and early, He was pretty chilled out and in a fairly good mood, given that the financial straits have smoothed out considerably. i’d made a point of dressing nicely for Him over the past couple of days, as it had been years and years a week since we’d last gotten nasty. It had been nearly two weeks since i had been allowed to cum. Let’s just say i was feeling a bit hawt to trot. It was getting to the point that i was having sexual dreams, and if i didn’t get release in awake time, i was going to start waking up to sleep-orgasms. i clued Him in on all of this, teasing and being a bit playful.  And i got exactly what i was after –  hot n sweaty rough sex. Mmmmm.

We’d already done the bedtime routine, i knelt for my bedtime recitation and received the night collar. Crawled up in bed next to Him, and He tells me to start suckin’. Lol, this is foreplay in His house. So i do, and wonders of wonders, He’s pretty easy on me and doesn’t fuck my face too badly. Soon enough, He tells me to climb on top. i’ve never been fond of being on top, and it isn’t for any stupid reasons like i feel too dominant or something. i’m not dumb enough to think that i could win a fight, even if i started on top. No, it’s just plain tiring for me to be bouncing around on Him for extended amounts of time. My thighs tremble, my arms get shaky, because i don’t trust myself not to crush Him with my massive weight.

(He’s taken time to prove to me that i won’t crush Him, actually forcing me to place all my weight on Him. Still. The Man will die if i fully lay on top of Him. i consider it a workout like no other.)

Anyhow, so i climb up and He’s taking His sweet time, having me grind down on Him, do my special hip roll that makes Him go nuts, grabbing and pinching my ass, kneading my tits. i’m biting His shoulder and collarbones, breathing on His neck (that drives Him wild) and making all sorts of sounds that i know switch Him from straight hawt sex to “I will melt her body into mine” mode.

He reaches up and grabs the collar. i falter in my bouncing. The last time He had done something direct like that, i  panicked, thinking He was taking it off and releasing me. i watch Him very closely. He tightens His fist on the back of my collar, then pulls the slack tight. i immediately lock eyes with Him, even as i feel the edges of my vision start to flicker and grow dim. i can hear my heartbeat in my head, thick thuds that space farther apart. My cheeks feel so warm, my head feels like it slowly is filling with cotton. i feel myself resigning to the fact that i am going to give out, that He has stolen my breath.  Read more…

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