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.

Sug­asm $102

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She Told Me
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“I brought my lips down on hers hard, crush­ing, devour­ing, insistent.”

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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___

I shiver inside think­ing about last night, and it’s funny because as soon as A___ had cum I took over, but now as I sit here writ­ing I am almost dizzy think­ing about being under her con­trol. Or maybe it’s from what I did after. Or maybe it’s just that we do these things at all. Who can say.

I did make a bed for us on the floor (noise reduc­tion) and was hard as per A___’s instruc­tions, but I drifted off to sleep and got soft. What I remem­ber as I awoke was her strad­dling me and telling me that I had fallen soft and asleep. She took it out on my imme­di­ately with rough hands on my balls, cock and ass and rough words in my ear; I thought she was going to finger-fuck my ass with­out lube or hit me. I was scared. She set­tled for kneel­ing on my arms and rub­bing her pussy and ass on my face for a while, rest­ing and think­ing while I strug­gled to make up for my lax behav­ior earlier.

Ulti­mately we ended up on the bed because I was given orders that could be ful­filled quietly.

“Start at my neck and work your way down my back to my feet, then I’m going to flip over and you’re going to work your way back to my pussy. Don’t stop unless I stop your head, but move slowly and don’t miss anything.”

I did as I was told. Ini­tially stretched out on top of her and kiss­ing her neck gen­tly. Lay­ing down meant I could use my hands to mas­sage her shoul­ders at the same time, but as my tongue moved down her spine I had to kneel up on hands and knees. Rather than slide down (and off the bed) I began to pivot, so by the time I had reached the small of her back I was kneel­ing by her breasts and as I moved my tongue down the crack of her ass to the sweet space below her pussy, my whole face was buried between her legs. I licked and kissed and worked my tongue hard, try­ing as best I could to make her for­get every­thing else except what I was doing. I didn’t lick her pussy except to let her know that I knew I still had duties. She stopped my head once as my tongue cir­cled her ass, hold­ing me there for a while.

When I was released I began to move again; down her legs between her knees, spread­ing out and lay­ing down on top of her again, using my hands to mas­sage her ass and guide her legs towards me. I’ve dis­cov­ered a new found love for kiss­ing A___’s feet and suck­ing her toes; this I did with a heat that, since dis­cov­er­ing it, has sur­prised me. Even­tu­ally A___ rolled over and I worked back up her legs in a more tra­di­tional — sub­mis­sive — posi­tion so that my face ended up buried between her legs and my tongue was work­ing furi­ously. She held my arms tight by her neck so I was stretched and restrained, but it allowed A___ to steer me as she saw fit.

She came hard…

It was a good night last night. I woke up this morn­ing, rolled over and saw S___, this incred­i­ble man. I flashed back to hold­ing his head between my legs last night, pin­ning his arms down with my knees, roughly play­ing with his balls and penis, and think of how amaz­ing he is. To give and take orders, to give and take plea­sure in so many ways. I feel sen­ti­men­tal this morn­ing after get­ting to use him last night. I get up and get dressed and he says “good morn­ing Princess, I love the way your boobs look in that shirt” I lean over and kiss him. “I love the way your hair looks in the sun­light.” Two more kisses on his ear. “I love the way your kisses look on my face.” All in his sleepy voice, all hon­est, all what is in his head at that very moment.

This is why he is such an amaz­ing lover. S___ says what is in his head, makes it known what he wants, and I am always happy to return the favor.

Small actions, lit­tle kisses, plain words, this is why we work, why we can dom­i­nate and sub­mit, share and watch, lit­tle things put every­thing into perspective.

S___ is so cute when he is frus­trated. I’ve watched him all night, seen that he has that look, that look which tells me every­thing he posted ear­lier. What he for­gets though we may be lim­ited in some ways, I can still dom­i­nate him. Just as I don’t always need to be tied down nei­ther does he. We may not have our toys, but we still have hands and mouths. S___ is much bet­ter at being quiet than I am, which means I can do more to him. I think I’ll start with hav­ing him tell me all of the ways he wants to wor­ship me, describ­ing in detail how he is going to make me cum. I’ll give him until I am out of the shower to make him­self an appro­pri­ate bed on the floor, give him time to make sure he is hard and ready for me, make sure he really wants to be dom­i­nated tonight. He laughed when I told him to buy some lube, I think he might take me seri­ous after tonight. He for­gets some­times that he isn’t the only one that likes to be in con­trol, he just likes it more often.

A___

A___ and I are on a road trip right now which means many things; one of which is that we are sev­erly lim­ited in what we can “do” tonight. Frus­trat­ing. I had a whole thing writ­ten about this which I would post except that it’s not done and I’m not ready to fin­ish it and really all it said was basi­cally what I have already plus the fact that I woke up feel­ing submissive.

So I’ll leave you with that. That and … I’m a lit­tle drunk: If only we were home I would want to be tied to be the bed doing what­ever it was that A___ would have me do, no mat­ter what.

I keep think­ing about the dou­ble sided dildo we left at home and the bot­tle of astroglide we didn’t buy and the feel­ing of hav­ing some­thing slid­ing inside of me.

Or the feel­ing of my new-found desire to wor­ship A___ in ways like.…

Wow do I wish we were home

S___ is train­ing me. I wasn’t even aware of it. What brought this to my atten­tion was some­one telling me I was a “good girl” at work the other day. Uncon­sciously I became a lit­tle flush, and felt myself get wet. I was asked if I was OK there was such an obvi­ous phys­i­cal change. Funny to think that some­thing as lit­tle as S___ whis­per­ing “good girl” in my ear right as I am cum­ming will train such a reac­tion. Look­ing back I see that there have been times when that state­ment has prompted an orgasm a lit­tle ear­lier than I expected. That and of course the fact that slid­ing up and down his cock, feel­ing has hands on my ass, lis­ten­ing to him tell me all of the things he wants us to do, always feels amaz­ing. Other things come to mind when think­ing about the instant responses he is cre­at­ing in me, but that is for another time. Right now I was just think­ing that I am look­ing for­ward to S___ com­ing home, want­ing to be wait­ing for him ready, look­ing for­ward to being his “good girl”.

A___

My dream was in some ways very sim­i­lar to A___’s in that I was in charge of her and there was another woman, dif­fer­ent in that there was also another man. As she men­tioned, we were with a cou­ple in a hot tub near a glass apart­ment. But that part came later.

It was a bit neb­u­lous in its devel­op­ment in my head, and like a lot of dreams, I remem­ber some of it from sleep­ing and some of it unfolded in my head as I was wak­ing up. It was also one of those rare, mag­nif­i­cent choose your own adven­ture dreams: you can steer and rejoin if some­thing hap­pens to inter­rupt it (the alarm). It was a nice one. I remem­ber when I woke up that I wanted to be inside A___, fuck­ing her slowly and telling her about my dream. That was as close as I could get her to being there with me (for now)

What I remem­ber most is that we were in an apart­ment that had a lot of win­dows, which in itself is really not sig­nif­i­cant. We were loung­ing on a couch drink­ing whiskey and look­ing out at the ocean. A scene that could very well be us, but as I think about it now, It was a couch we would never own in a space we could never afford, so per­haps this was some­one else’s place. Any­way. We weren’t alone: There were two sim­i­larly built peo­ple with us.

I remem­ber the act of con­vers­ing with­out remem­ber­ing the words. I could feel A___ close beside me and the fire from an ope­nen­ing where a win­dow should be warm­ing the breeze that blew in from the ocean to where we were. There were blan­kets casu­ally falling over our laps. The man and the woman were sit­ting with us on the couch. Close enough so that everyone’s legs and arms were touch­ing each other eas­ily. It was one of those small­ish sec­tional couches with an ottoman in the mid­dle to make it almost a bed on which the four of us relaxed. We were clothed and the actions weren’t sex­ual in nature at all. They were sim­ply inti­mate. But hands were begin­ning to move freely between every­one as we talked and laughed and sipped our whiskey and watched the sun set over the ocean.

The evening pro­gressed in this man­ner: As some­one would get up for water or refills of scotch or what­ever they would rejoin the couch in a dif­fer­ent posi­tion as every­one would move slightly to fill in gaps. If some­one was rub­bing a knee or stroking a thigh that moved, they sim­ply started the same thing on the knee or thigh of the per­son that took its place. Reclin­ing heads moved to dif­fer­ent shoul­ders and wan­der­ing hands moved to dif­fer­ent laps. I remem­ber too that it didn’t mat­ter who as con­ver­sa­tion was king: A___ was laugh­ing and rest­ing her head on my shoul­der while the man rubbed my thigh, then A___ and the other woman were cud­dling while her feet were in my lap and his hand was on A___’s stomach…

I remem­ber that con­ver­sa­tion went in waves, as con­ver­sa­tion will do, with highs and lulls. At first the lulls were the nat­ural lulls that hap­pen any­where. Lulls where every takes a sip of some­thing at once and thinks their own thoughts before things resume.

But as the light wore down and reflec­tions of flame started to appear things began to change. And it’s really not that things felt dif­fer­ent at all — sim­ply more intense. An evening of sit­ting and talk­ing and touch­ing and sip­ping whiskey had begun to sink in. Con­ver­sa­tion con­tin­ued as did the dance of hands and the chang­ing of places, but hands lin­gered longer and wan­dered fur­ther, rested heads on shoul­ders left lips closer to necks, breaths became deeper and eyes closed for longer. The lulls in con­ver­sa­tion grew until after a while there was no more.

Things hadn’t changed oth­er­wise, except that every­one seemed poised to melt into each other at any moment. Hands moved, but aside from the rus­tle of cloth, there was no notice­able sound.

A moan became the tip­ping point: After a while there was an intake of breath from some­one… and it wouldn’t have mat­tered who even if I remem­ber. Every­one stopped breath­ing until there was a sound of repressed release and all of a sud­den hands that lin­gered along hem lines dis­ap­peared, lips that hov­ered over ears and necks landed, and things erupted in a melt­ing of pent up long­ing. A days worth of touch­ing came to a head in an almost vio­lent mash of touch­ing and kiss­ing and hands roam­ing where hands could reach. Every­one was breath­ing really heav­ily in between kisses and it didn’t mat­ter who was doing what to whom, as long as every­one was get­ting some sort of begin­ning to a release.

I remem­ber that we would move around our couch-as-bed in waves, gang­ing up on A____ long enough to col­lec­tively remove an arti­cle of cloth­ing, then drag her with us as we relieved some­one else from their pants. On and on it went until we were all some­what naked and at a point where some­thing else had to happen.

“We should move”

The ten­sion that was build­ing broke.

“You guys wanna use the hot tub… It’s cold out but would feel good.”

Ok…

(there will be more soon)