Wit & Nipples šŸ’

Ooooo….

And since I’ve not been the most active here recently… I thought I should at least gift you with a special something that isn’t AI…

https://postimg.cc/PPvL8VPY

Would you like me to show you my thong?

https://postimg.cc/06sJvG5m

Oh… did you want me to pull it to the side a little?

https://postimg.cc/CRfRmCmK

Was that better ;)
Yummm! I just got back from a 4 day music fest and saw some sexy girls. I’m taking you in my next life!
 
Ooooo….

And since I’ve not been the most active here recently… I thought I should at least gift you with a special something that isn’t AI…

https://postimg.cc/PPvL8VPY

Would you like me to show you my thong?

https://postimg.cc/06sJvG5m

Oh… did you want me to pull it to the side a little?

https://postimg.cc/CRfRmCmK

Was that better ;)
SB! I’m not sure how you manage it, but you get sexier and sexier with every post and photo I see!

Stunning stories, stunning pictures, stunning woman!

I love your mind! Xx

Ps. Thanks for the hard on! šŸ˜ xx
 
Your Slave. - A short story. (Roleplay between two lovers)

https://postimg.cc/620zd1S9

It was almost dusk by the time I found her, bathed in the pale light still seeping through cracks in the grey clouds above. She was sat perched at the opening of a tent, naked, aside from white, knee high socks, clutching a teddy bear which she held to her chest as though she didn’t dare let go of it.

I watched her beautiful, pierced breasts rising and falling with her little breaths, full lips parted slightly, eyes locked on mine, piercing blue and unflinching.

ā€œHave you come to claim me?ā€ She asked, joy filling her eyes as they scanned down my body, no doubt noticing the bulge between my legs.

I stepped closer, the damp grass crunching under my heavy boots, and let my gaze roam over her.

Slowly.

Eating her up with my eyes. Devouring her in all her glory.

She was perfect, hair disheveled, knees tucked beneath her, clutching her cuddly bear like a child and yet looking at me with a raw hunger that only a woman could understand.

ā€œYes,ā€ I said, keeping my voice low.

Her lips parted wider, as if she’d been waiting forever to hear those words.

ā€œThen claim me,ā€ she whispered.

I stopped at the tent’s edge, towering over her.

ā€œTurn around. Bend over and spread yourself for me.ā€

She obeyed at once, crawling onto her hands and knees, teddy bear pressed under her chest. My perfect little slut. I took in the view, her smooth, pale cheeks begging to be touched, spread slightly and revealing the swollen pink lips of her sex. The sight alone made me groan.

Crouching down behind her, I grabbed a cheek, spreading it slightly to expose more of her, prying her open.

ā€œLook at you,ā€ I murmured. ā€œWet already.ā€

I took a single finger and ran it from her ass crack down to her hole and back again. She whimpered into her teddy bear, rocking her hips back just enough to show me how badly she wanted it.

I raised my hand and brought it down sharply. I did this twice. Once for each cheek. Twice for my perfect little slave.

The crack echoed, and she gasped, jerking forward. Red bloomed across her pale flesh, and I admired the way my handprint stayed there.

ā€œYou deserved that,ā€ I told her. ā€œDesperate, horny little girls deserve to be spanked. Don’t theyā€

ā€œYes,ā€ she moaned.

Another slap, harder this time. Her ass jiggled beneath my hand, skin dimpling with the pressure, her thighs trembling. I spread her even wider, inspecting her folds glistening in the fading light, her hole wet and pulsing, begging for something to fill it.

I pulled rope from my bag and caught her wrists, binding them tight behind her back. I tied them around her body too, separating her legs and binding her to the will of my rope.

She didn’t resist.

ā€œNow you’re mine,ā€ I said, giving her another sharp spank that made her squeal.

I freed myself and slid my cock between her lips. She couldn’t do anything but let me claim her, hands and body tied up in a way that meant that only I could manoeuvre her.

She opened her mouth, willingly, eyes shining up at me, taking me deep into her throat. I held her by the rope and thrust, hard, feeling every inch slide in and out of her throat. Watching her choke and swallow, tears forming at the corners of her eyes. My favourite little sex slave.

She didn’t stop, she wanted it, she craved it.

Wanting all of me, the same way I wanted her.

The sight undid me. With a guttural groan, I spilled into her mouth, hot and thick, filling her until it overflowed. It kept coming and at one point I could feel her struggling to breathe. I slid a hand between her legs, rubbing her wet clit as she gasped for air around my cumming cock. I continued edging her to an orgasm as the last drops of mine, slid down her throat.

She swallowed, then licked her lips, smiling as though it had been the best meal of her life.

We stayed like that, for a short while. My legs beginning to shake, her head resting against my groin.

When I finally loosened the knots and slid the rope free, angry red lines bloomed on her wrists and thighs. I rubbed them gently, watching the marks fade under my fingertips.

She turned, eyes still glassy, lips swollen, and smiled, that dangerous little smile that ruined me every, damn, time. ā€œWas that convincing enough?ā€ she asked, voice husky.

I laughed,and kissed her hard, tasting myself on her tongue. ā€œConvincing?ā€ I growled against her mouth.

ā€œYou were perfect.ā€
What a story! So hot xx
 
Thankyouuu!! šŸ˜šŸ˜

Here’s a sneak peak at another picture… for a storyline I’m thinking…. an orgy at The Burning Man šŸ˜?

https://postimg.cc/bsZyBGPh
On the evening of my 18th birthday two women in their early 20s stopped by the gas station I was working at. They were from Vancouver, BC, on their way to Burning Man, and they had a problem with their car (which was in no condition for that drive). I helped them as best I could, and as they were about to leave some of my friends came to collect me for a party in the woods near our small town. They gave us a look and asked for an invitation. We quickly agreed, though surprised two bohemian young women would want to join some redneck kids for a lame country party. Being naive, I had no clue what their real plans were. Shortly after we arrived, and people started drinking around the large campfire, one of the women asked me to walk with her to a nearby field to better see the stars. Bored with the party, I quickly agreed. It was a cloudless late summer night, far from the nearest city, and at altitude. The view was stunning. She caressed my arm, grabbed my hand in hers, and kissed me deeply. We embraced for some time; hands exploring and sky forgotten. We made our way to her tent, clothes removed haphazardly on the way. We fondled each other in the large sleeping bag until, all restraint lost, she lowered her mouth to my cock. The head was incredible, but my youthful stamina was immense. She tirelessly worked me for at least 40 minutes, determined to take my load. When she finally did earn it we were both exhausted. We drowsily kissed and touched a bit more, until we both fell asleep. I ended up being the first of her many Burning Man stories. The car did get them there, but only just. They relied on the friendships they made in the desert to get them home. I never saw her again, but it was a memorable birthday, and passable Burning Man story.
 
It’s a beautifully sunny morning here in the south of the UK. A freshly made coffee is brewing in its pot in the kitchen, I’ve just had a shower and covered myself in pumpkin spiced scented moisturiser. I think I’m going to lie back in bed with a book and my coffee….let the moisturiser sink in properly, but also allowing my hands the time to wonder down and have a soft little play whilst I read.

I love a soft play as much as I enjoy fantasising about being taken by my Dom. But on mornings like this the only thing on my mind is the need to gently explore my body… to enjoy feeling my clitoris slowly harden, wetness pooling at my opening, using my index finger to swipe it and pull it up over my hood and making circular motions.

Once I’ve come to a gentle, but full body shaking orgasm, my coffee should be the perfect temperature to drink.

https://vlix.io/video/b50766e4d51574bc4e53/

Then… it’ll be time for breakfast. Scrambled eggs with my homegrown basil, tomatoes and balsamic smashed on toast…. Good Morning everyone. 🄰
 
It’s a beautifully sunny morning here in the south of the UK. A freshly made coffee is brewing in its pot in the kitchen, I’ve just had a shower and covered myself in pumpkin spiced scented moisturiser. I think I’m going to lie back in bed with a book and my coffee….let the moisturiser sink in properly, but also allowing my hands the time to wonder down and have a soft little play whilst I read.

I love a soft play as much as I enjoy fantasising about being taken by my Dom. But on mornings like this the only thing on my mind is to softly explore my body… to enjoy feeling my clitoris slowly harden, wetness pooling at my opening, using my index finger to swipe it and pull it up over my hood and making circular motions.

Once I’ve come to a gentle, but full body shaking orgasm, my coffee should be the perfect temperature to drink.

https://vlix.io/video/b50766e4d51574bc4e53/

Then… it’ll be time for breakfast. Scrambled eggs with my homegrown basil, tomatoes and balsamic smashed on toast…. Good Morning everyone. 🄰
I never forget a pussy…cat
 
It’s a beautifully sunny morning here in the south of the UK. A freshly made coffee is brewing in its pot in the kitchen, I’ve just had a shower and covered myself in pumpkin spiced scented moisturiser. I think I’m going to lie back in bed with a book and my coffee….let the moisturiser sink in properly, but also allowing my hands the time to wonder down and have a soft little play whilst I read.

I love a soft play as much as I enjoy fantasising about being taken by my Dom. But on mornings like this the only thing on my mind is the need to gently explore my body… to enjoy feeling my clitoris slowly harden, wetness pooling at my opening, using my index finger to swipe it and pull it up over my hood and making circular motions.

Once I’ve come to a gentle, but full body shaking orgasm, my coffee should be the perfect temperature to drink.

https://vlix.io/video/b50766e4d51574bc4e53/

Then… it’ll be time for breakfast. Scrambled eggs with my homegrown basil, tomatoes and balsamic smashed on toast…. Good Morning everyone. 🄰
Well as ever that's a far better start to the day than mine... have a lovely rest of the day :cool:
 
It’s a beautifully sunny morning here in the south of the UK. A freshly made coffee is brewing in its pot in the kitchen, I’ve just had a shower and covered myself in pumpkin spiced scented moisturiser. I think I’m going to lie back in bed with a book and my coffee….let the moisturiser sink in properly, but also allowing my hands the time to wonder down and have a soft little play whilst I read.

I love a soft play as much as I enjoy fantasising about being taken by my Dom. But on mornings like this the only thing on my mind is the need to gently explore my body… to enjoy feeling my clitoris slowly harden, wetness pooling at my opening, using my index finger to swipe it and pull it up over my hood and making circular motions.

Once I’ve come to a gentle, but full body shaking orgasm, my coffee should be the perfect temperature to drink.

https://vlix.io/video/b50766e4d51574bc4e53/

Then… it’ll be time for breakfast. Scrambled eggs with my homegrown basil, tomatoes and balsamic smashed on toast…. Good Morning everyone. 🄰
Suddenly have the Smashing Pumpkins in my head… totally unrelated I’m sure
 
Isn't that the point of burning man? 🤨
You’ve just given me a perfect chance to elaborate exactly what burning man is. Because people never seem to understand it.

It’s more of a social experiment, I mean… it’s in the middle of the Nevada Desert, the week before it’s literally just booming desert which within a couple of days becomes an entire CITY. It would be impossible to travel across it in one week even if you tried. It’s also all free. Well… the tickets aren’t but once you enter into Burning Man you trade, everything. It’s actually a rule that everyone must bring something, usually it’s B.M trinkets someone’s made on a 3D printer, stickers for people to put on their RVs and cars etc. some people bring coffee machines/slushy machines and set up their own ā€œcafe.ā€ You could trade a joke for a coffee but never actually pay for anything at all! Everything is on a trade basis. Your camp MUST provide something for the rest of the Playa and vice Versa. It’s incredible.

So I think Burning Man is more of a spiritual place, if a not a festival…. Rather it’s full of people who want to escape the matrix, escape the rat race. Be surrounded by the most incredible art structures you’ve ever seen in your life, meet some cool and creative people who align more with who you are than you’ve met anywhere else…a lot of millionaires, ceos, some very very rich and intelligent people go to Burning Man…you can go around to different camps and talk to these people and learn SO many different things… about new innovations, how people are looking to move the world forward…. I don’t know… I’m very passionate about going. It’s on my bucket list.

But yes… there is an orgy tent.

And that is the part I shall be elaborating on more in my little story.

Beneath it all Burning Man is about radical self expression. Living in an entirely different world for a week and then heading back to the mundane. It’s fucking incredible.
 
It’s more of a social experiment...It would be impossible to travel across it in one week even if you tried. It’s also all free...it’s full of people who want to escape the matrix...some cool and creative people who align more with who you are than you’ve met anywhere else…a lot of millionaires, ceos, some very very rich and intelligent people...you can go around to different camps and talk to these people and learn SO many different things… about new innovations, how people are looking to move the world forward
Basically Literotica then, right? šŸ˜… Can't move for the depraved orgy tents around here either
 
You have no idea how much of a giggle this elicited.

I’ve joked around before saying we should throw a Literotica Festival…. For users from around the world.

I assume this would just be a huge fuck fest too… 🤣
It's something I've devoted a lot of thought to.

A lot šŸ˜‚
 
As a wise woman once almost said… 'I think Literotica Festival would be more of a spiritual place, if not a festival...'

I assume this would just be a huge fuck fest too… 🤣
But, you know, also 100% this :D

You have no idea how much of a giggle this elicited.
And I now wish I did, damn you! But glad to hear it
 
It’s a beautifully sunny morning here in the south of the UK. A freshly made coffee is brewing in its pot in the kitchen, I’ve just had a shower and covered myself in pumpkin spiced scented moisturiser. I think I’m going to lie back in bed with a book and my coffee….let the moisturiser sink in properly, but also allowing my hands the time to wonder down and have a soft little play whilst I read.

I love a soft play as much as I enjoy fantasising about being taken by my Dom. But on mornings like this the only thing on my mind is the need to gently explore my body… to enjoy feeling my clitoris slowly harden, wetness pooling at my opening, using my index finger to swipe it and pull it up over my hood and making circular motions.

Once I’ve come to a gentle, but full body shaking orgasm, my coffee should be the perfect temperature to drink.

https://vlix.io/video/b50766e4d51574bc4e53/

Then… it’ll be time for breakfast. Scrambled eggs with my homegrown basil, tomatoes and balsamic smashed on toast…. Good Morning everyone. 🄰
Lovely image and video to wake up to! šŸ˜

I love how your cat is just sat there too, listening through my headphones it sounds like she’s purring?

I don’t know how i focused on the cat with your gorgeous body in the video mind?! šŸ˜‚ xx
 
It’s a beautifully sunny morning here in the south of the UK. A freshly made coffee is brewing in its pot in the kitchen, I’ve just had a shower and covered myself in pumpkin spiced scented moisturiser. I think I’m going to lie back in bed with a book and my coffee….let the moisturiser sink in properly, but also allowing my hands the time to wonder down and have a soft little play whilst I read.

I love a soft play as much as I enjoy fantasising about being taken by my Dom. But on mornings like this the only thing on my mind is the need to gently explore my body… to enjoy feeling my clitoris slowly harden, wetness pooling at my opening, using my index finger to swipe it and pull it up over my hood and making circular motions.

Once I’ve come to a gentle, but full body shaking orgasm, my coffee should be the perfect temperature to drink.

https://vlix.io/video/b50766e4d51574bc4e53/

Then… it’ll be time for breakfast. Scrambled eggs with my homegrown basil, tomatoes and balsamic smashed on toast…. Good Morning everyone. 🄰
Sounds like the best way to wake up! I’ll just lay here and watch you play.. and take one of those breakfasts too šŸ˜‹šŸ¤¤
 
You’ve just given me a perfect chance to elaborate exactly what burning man is. Because people never seem to understand it.

It’s more of a social experiment, I mean… it’s in the middle of the Nevada Desert, the week before it’s literally just booming desert which within a couple of days becomes an entire CITY. It would be impossible to travel across it in one week even if you tried. It’s also all free. Well… the tickets aren’t but once you enter into Burning Man you trade, everything. It’s actually a rule that everyone must bring something, usually it’s B.M trinkets someone’s made on a 3D printer, stickers for people to put on their RVs and cars etc. some people bring coffee machines/slushy machines and set up their own ā€œcafe.ā€ You could trade a joke for a coffee but never actually pay for anything at all! Everything is on a trade basis. Your camp MUST provide something for the rest of the Playa and vice Versa. It’s incredible.

So I think Burning Man is more of a spiritual place, if a not a festival…. Rather it’s full of people who want to escape the matrix, escape the rat race. Be surrounded by the most incredible art structures you’ve ever seen in your life, meet some cool and creative people who align more with who you are than you’ve met anywhere else…a lot of millionaires, ceos, some very very rich and intelligent people go to Burning Man…you can go around to different camps and talk to these people and learn SO many different things… about new innovations, how people are looking to move the world forward…. I don’t know… I’m very passionate about going. It’s on my bucket list.

But yes… there is an orgy tent.

And that is the part I shall be elaborating on more in my little story.

Beneath it all Burning Man is about radical self expression. Living in an entirely different world for a week and then heading back to the mundane. It’s fucking incredible.
I love the idea of it, I suppose its an evolution of Glastonbury, more of a societal festival all about celebrating people. It would be such a fascinating thing to experience. I'm not surprised that there's an orgy tent though lol
 
You have no idea how much of a giggle this elicited.

I’ve joked around before saying we should throw a Literotica Festival…. For users from around the world.

I assume this would just be a huge fuck fest too… 🤣
Ah lit fest, where the writing tent is almost empty, and the fucking tent has bums bursting at the seams...
 
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