Feeding the cunt

[WriterDom]

Insatiable wet gash dripping with desire needing the sweet burn of dry cock as it wets it thoroughly mating the two in body slapping fury until the seed is planted coating the womb squeezed out running down the ass and coating the teal sheets.

 

[DomWharfsBitch]

MMMM very hot WriterDom

 

[eastern sun]

You make me realize how hungry I am. . .

 

[Chicklet]

i like food

 

[coyone]

Insatiable wet gash dripping with desire needing the sweet burn of dry cock as it wets it thoroughly mating the two in body slapping fury until the seed is planted coating the womb squeezed out running down the ass and coating the teal sheets.

damn that made me quiver and want more

 

[WriterDom]

Her heart was racing as she struggled with fight or flight anxiety. She took a deep breath and knocked timidly on the door. He grabbed her by the wrist and lead her into the room.

“Undress down to your panties,” he said.

Her trembling hands opened the buttons on her blouse as he sat and watched. She didn’t look at him but she could feel the heat from his eyes watching every move. She folded each garment neatly on the bed until there was nothing left but the pink thong he had picked out for her.

“Inspection,” he commanded.

She assumed the Go slave position, legs spread, hands behind her head, eyes cast downward. He rose and picked the long English crop off the bed. She felt the black leather tip on her cheeks and then pressed to her lips.

“Kiss it”

She complied.

“You are free to leave if you like. If you stay, you will obey all commands within our agreed limits.”

“I will stay, Sir,” she said in a shaky voice.

He walked behind her and wrapped a black scarf around her eyes. He kissed her shoulder. She sensed him walking around her. The crop circled her left breast. Around and around like a car climbing a mountain until it reached her stiffening nipple. The shaft of the crop was placed to her lips.

“Open, bite, and hold please dear.”

He grabbed her nipples and began to squeeze. Harder and harder until she moaned.
She squealed as he put on the first nipple clamp not expecting it. And felt the cold steel stretch across her breasts as he clamped the other side. The crop slid down her belly and pried between her thong and crotch.

“Clean shaved as I ordered I see,” he said.
“Yes Sir.”

“Your pussy is wet. It must be its way of telling me it needs attention.”

He tapped her cunt. At first very lightly, but then hard and harder. Not painfully hard. Far from that. The wet spot was getting bigger. Her knees were shaking. In less than a minute she cried out.

“Please Sir, I’m going to cum if you don’t stop.”

Well, we don’t that. Not yet anyway.

 

[HottieMama]

Her heart was racing as she struggled with fight or flight anxiety. She took a deep breath and knocked timidly on the door. He grabbed her by the wrist and lead her into the room.

“Undress down to your panties,” he said.

Her trembling hands opened the buttons on her blouse as he sat and watched. She didn’t look at him but she could feel the heat from his eyes watching every move. She folded each garment neatly on the bed until there was nothing left but the pink thong he had picked out for her.

“Inspection,” he commanded.

She assumed the Go slave position, legs spread, hands behind her head, eyes cast downward. He rose and picked the long English crop off the bed. She felt the black leather tip on her cheeks and then pressed to her lips.

“Kiss it”

She complied.

“You are free to leave if you like. If you stay, you will obey all commands within our agreed limits.”

“I will stay, Sir,” she said in a shaky voice.

He walked behind her and wrapped a black scarf around her eyes. He kissed her shoulder. She sensed him walking around her. The crop circled her left breast. Around and around like a car climbing a mountain until it reached her stiffening nipple. The shaft of the crop was placed to her lips.

“Open, bite, and hold please dear.”

He grabbed her nipples and began to squeeze. Harder and harder until she moaned.
She squealed as he put on the first nipple clamp not expecting it. And felt the cold steel stretch across her breasts as he clamped the other side. The crop slid down her belly and pried between her thong and crotch.

“Clean shaved as I ordered I see,” he said.
“Yes Sir.”

“Your pussy is wet. It must be its way of telling me it needs attention.”

He tapped her cunt. At first very lightly, but then hard and harder. Not painfully hard. Far from that. The wet spot was getting bigger. Her knees were shaking. In less than a minute she cried out.

“Please Sir, I’m going to cum if you don’t stop.”

Well, we don’t that. Not yet anyway.

HOLY SHIT! Yes, please....just...yesssss....

 

[eastern sun]

Delicious.

 

[the_pet]

ooooooo..... you're such a tease!!!!!!!


pet

 

[WriterDom]

ooooooo..... you're such a tease!!!!!!!


pet

Yes, well, you'll get the full version one day.

I wrote a poem. It's not very good. It suffers a lot when I get away from it for a while.

It's not the whip you crave
Or the cock
Or leather & rope
Bounding limbs

Not the knife
Slicing through thong
Or hardened cherry nips
Snug between My clamps

Not the theatrics
Or the orgasm
Or the bright trail
Pink wax dripping

Not the fist fuck
Or the savage anal
Or blushed results
Over My knee

It's the little kiss
At end of night
When I whisper
"I am pleased."

 

[HottieMama]

It's not the whip you crave
Or the cock
Or leather & rope
Bounding limbs

Not the knife
Slicing through thong
Or hardened cherry nips
Snug between My clamps

Not the theatrics
Or the orgasm
Or the bright trail
Pink wax dripping

Not the fist fuck
Or the savage anal
Or blushed results
Over My knee

It's the little kiss
At end of night
When I whisper
"I am pleased."

No..this is VERY good....and VERY true. *at least for me*

 

[BiBunny]

Uh, can I just be a whore and crave it all? Though I don't generally like to be kissed by anyone I don't have deep feelings for. Just call me Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman.

 

[WriterDom]

Uh, can I just be a whore and crave it all? Though I don't generally like to be kissed by anyone I don't have deep feelings for. Just call me Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman.

You're a cunt.

 

[BiBunny]

You're a cunt.

*Swoon*

 

[myinnerslut]

your poem is very good.. you should submit it to the erotic poetry section

 

[wynnie]

okay i have to say that was seriously good writting... sighs

 

[subgrl18]

It's the little kiss
At end of night
When I whisper
"I am pleased."

ohh this is sooo true!

 

[Lamont Cranston]

ohh this is sooo true!

I just wish I could express it as well as WD did...

 

[subgrl18]

yes he did do a great job!

 

[WriterDom]

http://writerdom.wordpress.com

I have a blog now. For those who want to continue this conversation.

 

[NALA CAYENNE]

Damn WD!!!

Insatiable wet gash dripping with desire needing the sweet burn of dry cock as it wets it thoroughly mating the two in body slapping fury until the seed is planted coating the womb squeezed out running down the ass and coating the teal sheets.

I must say your writing is VERY hot

 

[the_pet]

Yes, well, you'll get the full version one day.

I wrote a poem. It's not very good. It suffers a lot when I get away from it for a while.

It's not the whip you crave
Or the cock
Or leather & rope
Bounding limbs

Not the knife
Slicing through thong
Or hardened cherry nips
Snug between My clamps

Not the theatrics
Or the orgasm
Or the bright trail
Pink wax dripping

Not the fist fuck
Or the savage anal
Or blushed results
Over My knee

It's the little kiss
At end of night
When I whisper
"I am pleased."

Yeah, Yeah, I like the poem too (clears throat)
but when do i get the rest of the story

 

[northwoods_sub]

Yes, well, you'll get the full version one day.

I wrote a poem. It's not very good. It suffers a lot when I get away from it for a while.

It's not the whip you crave
Or the cock
Or leather & rope
Bounding limbs

Not the knife
Slicing through thong
Or hardened cherry nips
Snug between My clamps

Not the theatrics
Or the orgasm
Or the bright trail
Pink wax dripping

Not the fist fuck
Or the savage anal
Or blushed results
Over My knee

It's the little kiss
At end of night
When I whisper
"I am pleased."

I am now a puddle on my chair....

 

[the_pet]

...but seriously....a beautiful poem, and so true

 

[vffan]

Damn WD! All of it was hot...