S___ is walk­ing. I was tired. Tired from a long day, not want­ing to be too exhausted to be ready. When he comes home I will be ready, naked in the bed, my freshly shaved pussy smooth and wet for him, wait­ing for his mouth. Spread out on my back, nip­ples hard from the chill in the air. Half asleep, half awake, antic­i­pat­ing his cock in my mouth, wait­ing to taste his sweet cum. We had made some rules for the week, some no inter­course rules, but right now more than any­thing I want to feel his cock deep inside me, I want to be rid­ing it, I want to see how deep he can go. But I will wait, I will fol­low the rules, when he comes home and feels my bare pussy I will hold him there, make him lick, make him suck, until I am shak­ing and scream­ing with pas­sion. Then I will open wide as he shoves his cock down my throat, pulling my head towards his balls, con­trol­ling my motion, mak­ing it what he wants, until he cums, fill­ing my mouth, or shoot­ing across my chest, or cov­er­ing my ass. All sound great to me. I’ll just wait.

S__ and I spent the evening apart, doing our own errands, tak­ing care of things, tak­ing some time for our­selves. We do that on occa­sion, it’s impor­tant. My day was not too event­ful, but enjoy­able. It just went by, no lusty thoughts, no pic­tures sent, or sug­ges­tive mes­sages. Just and “aver­age” evening I guess. As soon as S___ walked in the door though I felt a sud­den warmth between my legs, I could feel my pussy get­ting wet, and now I am in a state of want­ing. Think­ing back on the past few hours I real­ize that I was miss­ing him. Look­ing at my pur­chases, basic house­hold stuff, but also a new bra and panties, shav­ing cream, and a lit­tle bot­tle of lubri­cant. I am look­ing for­ward to sur­pris­ing him with all of the above.

A_ and I have decided to begin sub­mit­ting sto­ries each week to Sugasm.com.  We’re doing this because we’d love to see new read­ers here, and help pass on some other writ­ing to our read­ers.  We’ve had lots of dis­cus­sions about link­ing to and from other blogs, and for the time being, were plan­ning on play­ing things pretty close until we get a  feel for sites that we enjoy and find­ing places where we feel like our con­tent fits well.  We’re not sure how this will work out yet, but here’s what came down the pipe this week.

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Tonight I find myself pon­der­ing a ques­tion. As S___ fucks me, pur­pose­fully, but not force­fully, we talk about some things, mainly the fact that him hit­ting me excites me. I have a dilemma with this, I am an inde­pen­dent, strong, smart woman, why, as that, should I find being phys­i­cally dom­i­nated, being taken force­fully, so arous­ing. Although I know S___ could never take me against my will, the thought still lingers. This morn­ing we awoke and I was ready to get up, out of bed, and into the day. He wanted to be inside me. Although I wasn’t ready, wasn’t com­pletely com­pli­ant, he rolled me to my back and forced him­self between my legs. Not ready at first I melted with time, com­pletely pli­able, want­ing to be his toy, will­ing to be com­pletely used, with­out reward, there purely as a means for him to cum. Not that I didn’t find plea­sure in it, cum­ming for me is always an explo­sion, I am lucky, on aver­age I cum twice a day because of S___, but even when I don’t, the feel­ing of him inside me is inde­scrib­able. The dis­cus­sion we had tonight as I was rid­ing him was how I enjoy the help­less­ness, the lack of con­trol, the occa­sional force, the orders. I can’t explain why, I think he has to do with desire. Desire is an amaz­ing thing. The fact that S___ desires me, enough to take me when he wants, enough to tell me what he wants, enough to take what ever I do to him, is intox­i­cat­ing, it gives me power, even as a sub­mis­sive person.

I think what brought it up tonight was that for the first time in a while I was hit on. S___ stepped away for a short time, and the guy sit­ting next to me felt that desire for a moment, that bold­ness that makes you go for what you want. It made me feel pow­er­ful, it made me feel desired, it gave me a bit of atti­tude. S___ made me remem­ber who was in charge as soon as we got home, and I loved it as usual. I still often won­der why. I see the small bruises on my arm and wear them with a secret pride. He wants me that much.

Anger can be mis­taken for desire. Dom­i­nance can be seen as vengeance. This is never any­thing I have felt with S___ dom­i­nance is always given when I want it. Force is used, but not in anger.

I am lucky to have a lover that is will­ing to spank, smack, lick, kiss, fuck, and share. I want all of it.

A___