Good Little Boy

The worse thing you can do is fight it.

I get what I want. And what I want is for you to come in my hand like a good little boy.

I know you want that too. I can feel your cock harden in my hand.

So, accept me. Let me in.

Because if you don’t, it’s only going to get harder for you from here on in.

I must’ve been grinding my cock in my sleep again…


I remember being half awake and gliding the full length of my shaft against the sheets, drawing out the sensation of the grind.In my dreams, a recurring thought came back to me: Who wants to lick my shaven cock? Or nibble on my balls?

I remember being in a dream – in a deserted cabin in the middle of the Amazon. I needed to come so desperately that every part of my body ached. I could even feel that building within me – the orgasm.

 And as I write this I can feel it now. Lingering. Throbbing. Screaming for a touch, for a mouth to run its wet tongue along the length of it.

God help me. I’ve lost my mind. 

How are your dreams?

Why you should send dirty texts to your lover

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Sending dirty texts can be a cheeky way to express yourself in a way that you might struggle to verbally with your partner, which is more common than you think. It doesn’t mean you don’t trust your partner enough to communicate, it just means that desire can be a tricky thing to express, especially if you are a shy one. It’s why people find it easier, perhaps even liberating, to talk over text and the internet. But to talk sexually? Well, gosh…you might even learn some things about yourself.

So: if you or your lover is a shy one — and maybe you or him or her are feeling frisky, send some dirty texts. Be sensual, be sexual. Be whatever works between you two. Talk to him or her about what they enjoy specifically.
For me, it’s quite an exhilarating experience to message my pet when I know she’s at work. I mean, don’t over do it or anything where you might become an annoyance. Just enough to tickle their stomach.

Relationships…they take work. It’s like a fireplace, you’ve got to work at keeping that fire going you know? It’s easy to fall into routine and get cosy in that routine but always remember that you and your partner are animals and that risqué texting you did in the early days of your relationship should be done more often for a long list of reasons – because it’s sexy to know she’s squirming, because it adds spice to your every day existence and when you guys are in the room together shortly afterwards, it will be explosive. More than that, memories are beautiful. And I don’t know about you all, but memories of my pet being soaked and giving in to her raw side, her sexuality, is one that I cherish.

I could go on. I could say how I want to make my pet take my cock into her mouth while I use her favourite toy on her pussy, giving her the pounding this week has earn her, but we’ll leave it there with that imagery, hm?

Storms Do Something To Me

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I was lying awake in bed in the middle of the night when I heard it: the distant rumble of thunder. As soon as I heard it, tingles traveled down my body. My cock stiffened.
For the sake of my mind at that hour, I ignored it. Closed my eyes, rolled over to hug the wall, as I tend to do in my sleep.

Another rumble of thunder. My cock, still stiffened, grew further – becoming that dull ache as it formed a tent beneath my blankets. I wanted to roll my submissive over, gently part her legs and wake her up with a kiss between the legs. I wanted to stir her further by trailing kisses on her thighs and up her stomach to the tips of her breast. And when she was fully conscious and accepted my advances, I would take her. Perhaps gently at first then the fiercer the storm gets, the harder my thrusts will become. The lightning will dance around us, the wind will howl and drown out her moans, my loud grunts..

I think of all this but yet I do nothing. Maybe it’s the gentleman in me but I am still as anything. Still and yet, my cock aches for that release. Each rumble of thunder makes me clench those muscles that feel so delicious when I come.

Storms do something to me. They ignite the fire within me. They make me want to fuck. Not make love, fuck. More animalistic, slightly rougher. I don’t know what it is but every time, without fail, I feel the surge within me during a storm. And I want to fuck.

I would gladly take my submissive out into the backyard and undress her slowly, letting that anticipation build. The storm would rage around us as I would direct her out from under the covers, where the hard rain would hit her flesh and sting her nipples. There I would take her, hard and passionate and with every ounce of strength that nature would bring to me. We would be connected with the Earth, raw and muddy. Connected with ourselves.

Storms do something to me. I am not sure what but I am not sure I want to know.

Learn To Love Your Kinky Self

You may recall my post Amidst The Darkness Within for its ‘different’ subject matter. Well, I originally was going to toss it aside. I thought no one would appreciate it, that it’d be too far. But my pet read it and encouraged me to post on it and there it is! But it got me thinking…

How many people hold back their deepest darkest secrets, fantasies, scenarios? Now, I’ve touched on how you shouldn’t feel alone while exploring, I’ve touched on braving the new world – now I guess I can wrap up that little informative trilogy with some final words on the matter: Embrace the darkness within. Seriously.

I know it’s scary. I’ve been there with my heart pounding my chest and my head so caught up in the dizzying fear that all you can hear is the heartbeat in your chest. But I can promise you that you can get through that – you need to get that darkness out otherwise it’ll find another way out of you and that will be disastrous.

Learn to LOVE your kinky self. This is who you are – this is the next step into the beautiful and wondrous life. I know it’s terrifying but isn’t it amazing discovering what secret pent up thoughts can come tumbling out of your mouth? Out of the depths of your brain?

I get the fear. It took me the better part of my twenties to not ignore that dark and sensual thought – oh good God in heaven, was it delicious. Have you felt that energy surge through you, crawling up your flesh and leaving those goosebumps? Goodness me.

I use to wake up in the dead of the night, a raging hard cock forming a tent in my sheets as I remembered they darkest part of my dream. Sometimes I have a sexual desire so large I fear it will engulf me whole. What is that? How do you define that? What led my brain to feel that way? Questions I needed to answer and I have. But you, hopefully a newcomer or new to the lifestyle – hell, even people long in the lifestyle – if you are feeling like you can’t tell anyone that darkest thought of yours then YOU need to come to terms with that surge, otherwise it might swallow you whole and I can tell you now that that isn’t pleasant.