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About Relationships: Which One Are You?

Posted in Crazy Zen Wisdom, Dominance and Submission, Much Too Good For Children, Possibly Dangerous to Everyone on August 29, 2016 by dreamlanddancing

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I woke up laughing this morning remembering this image by Banksy. I highly recommend viewing his work on a regular basis.
…Now about the original question…be honest with yourself.
(After all, if you don’t keep an open mind, you probably lie to yourself more often than anyone else.)
If you delude yourself long enough, lying to others will feel like the truth.
After that comes self-righteousness.
Can Religion be far behind?
…or maybe that’s just me…you be the judge.
“There are two ways to be fooled. One is to believe what isn’t true; the other is to refuse to accept what is true.” (Kierkegaard)
Sayonara Zetsubou Sensei
(Goodbye, Mr. Despair)
Namasté
नमस्ते
Chazz Vincent
08/29/2016

 

 

Once in a Blue Agave Moon: The Tyranny of Numbers, ch. 5

Posted in Dominance and Submission, Liason, Mature Theme, Much Too Good For Children, Once in a Blue Agave Moon, Possibly Dangerous to Everyone on April 18, 2016 by dreamlanddancing

You sacrifice freedom for security.
If there are too many of you in one place, you will learn to oppress them.
You will do it with impunity and a sense of self-righteousness as you do it because you will identify with the sameness of all of those in whom you see yourself reflected.
The more diverse the culture, the less the potential for such a preponderance of any one style or belief to exist so as to try to limit or control the way in which anyone else lives their life.
The smaller the society and the greater the diversity of its members, the less the potential for the prejudice or oppression of civilization to control the behaviors of others.
Many primitive cultures embrace actions and behaviors that are far outside western norms, whether or not they are homogeneous as a group.
But an artificially created society that is both spiritually and sexually splintered as The Fourteenth Colony was unique among most world cultures.
Of course, even with only two, there still remains the potential for a tyranny of one….

 

He Calls me Goddess, I call him My Pet, Pt. IV: Sometimes things are Not What They Appear to Be

Posted in A Dirty Mind is A Terrible Thing To Waste, cuckold, Dangerous and Unsavory ideas that are possibly harmful to the weak-mided and overly simplistic and religious, Dominance and Submission, Mature Theme, Much Too Good For Children, NSFW, Possibly Dangerous to Everyone on July 25, 2015 by dreamlanddancing

(Well, for what it is worth, this is the final chapter…I kind of hate to see it end, but it’s been fun.)

Sometimes Things are not Always What they Seem to be.

My name is Randy and well, so far you’ve heard Sonia’s side of the story, so now it’s my turn to give you a bit of perspective.

Everything Sonja has told you so far is the absolute unvarnished truth, but I’ve got just a few things to add that may lend a more accurate portrayal of what it is like from my point of view.

Yes, it’s true that I am a bisexual and that I love to wear women’s clothes…especially silky or frilly lingerie and leather corsets who also tends to be more than a little aggressive in my transactions with most other men and women I know in my place of business and almost all other aspects of my social life. In fact, if anything, I am a bit of a control freak.

So just stop and ponder this for a second…all day long, I direct those whom I manage at work. I pay the bills, although I leave the accounting and management of our household to my beautiful and talented trophy wife who came into my life well after I had already made my career and a name for myself in my field.

I was also wise enough to know when I was past my sexual prime, which was about the time that my wife was beginning to reach the peak of her already considerable appetite.

I am at least ten years away from my financial retirement, but I came to recognize that it was time to begin to direct, rather than be the prime mover or actor in the bedroom.

I find it very satisfying to know that my wife’s sexual needs are met far beyond her wildest dreams although without my encouragement and direction it would never have been realized, and probably would have resulted in unconscious resentments on her part and insecurities and paranoia on mine.

I also am secure enough in my own identity, or more accurately, my sense of Self that I decided to undertake a journey of discovery about the farthest reaches of my own sexual nature fearlessly, albeit discretely.

My wife Sonja had to be lovingly encouraged to act out those fantasies of hers, as well as mine, but I had finally learned to exercise better judgement than in the past and recognized her potential to enable us both to exploit our sexual psyches the way an explorer might discover a new frontier.

Because she is such a loving and devoted wife she was afraid that her actions would either hurt or disrespect me, although I have come to know that is something she is incapable of doing.

It was not until she came to realize that in respecting my desires, she was celebrating my entire range of sexuality while at the same time empowering her in ways she had never before dreamed.

Within this story, I am cast as a submissive cuckold, despite the fact that everything that happened was orchestrated by me, although it could never have been realized without her love and support.

My spouse played the part of a Dominatrix at my direction, although I have to give her credit where it is due, as she took to the role so well that she surpassed all my expectations, hopes or fantasies.

That is however, because I cast her in the right role, and developed the directions that enabled her to take to that role and make it her own.

She was the only one to be able to effect the circumstances that lead to her discovery of Jake, who was determined to make her his submissive sex-slave, only to eventually be turned by her to do what amounted to both our bidding, even though he imagined that he was dominating both of us at his own will.

Perhaps most importantly, eventually everyone got exactly what they wanted, even if they had to learn what that really was.

I love our life together.

 

 

 

 

 

He calls me Goddess, I call him My Pet Pt. II: The Rule of Opposites

Posted in A Dirty Mind is A Terrible Thing To Waste, Cuckoldry, Dangerous and Unsavory ideas that are possibly harmful to the weak-mided and overly simplistic and religious, Dirty, Dominance and Submission, Enhanced and Fortified non-fiction, Erotica, Mature Theme, Much Too Good For Children, Possibly Dangerous to Everyone on July 25, 2015 by dreamlanddancing

(After many editorial revisions, my muses are finally satisfied with the end result. I very much wanted both of them to be in agreement with the final story, as it was largely their brainchild. I find it fascinating to have had the opportunity to be privy to their collective creative processes, although I am not sure they are completely aligned with the mindset of most women…lucky me.)

The Rule of Opposites

Randy sat watching his computer screen, mesmerized by what he saw on the OoVoo transmission he was receiving from his wife’s computer at the motel where she was meeting her bull.

This was a regular feature of their relationship for the last year now.

After more than two years of doldrums and apathy, their marriage had turned a new corner that was leaving them both vibrant, alive and almost breathless with anticipation of what each new day might bring.

He had to sit up very straight because the leather corset he was wearing squeezed his midsection so hard he could barely breathe, but he loved the way it made his waist look as well as the obvious approval that Sonja showed when she gave it to him.

Already he was beginning to get a slight glimpse of the world of pain and discomfort that women embrace on a daily basis without even thinking.. just trying to type with artificial nails was something most men take for granted.

Randy was the last person you would ever guess to be a submissive sissy cuckold in private life.

He was completely masculine to look at him dressed as a man, and he couldn’t “pass” at a school for the blind, but wearing women’s clothes got him so very hot.

As much as he loved women, he also loved cock, and cross-dressing. Although he had considered himself to be bi-sexual he had never been in love with any man, nor did he desire to ever kiss one on the mouth. He was strictly a “bottom” and loved to swallow cum, but kissing was too personal and intimate.

Swinging had led him to discover how to embrace his jealousy and insecurities. Randy realized that Sonja was more than enough woman for any man and he felt privileged to be her husband. As long as her desires for strictly sexual indulgences with other men allowed him to explore his own curiosities of them as well, he was more than happy to encourage her.

After he recognized the difficulty she had in exploring her powers over men, he also became aware of his fantasies of playing the role of cuckold. She had been very encouraging of his desires for cross-dressing. No one else in his life had ever been privy to that secret side of his psyche.

And so it was that he was led, step by step to his role as a sissy cuckold. He had never felt so liberated in his life. He gladly abandoned his desires for other women in order to be able to experience unconditional support from the love of his life to experience his wildest fantasies fulfilled at the direction of a wife too hot to be limited to one man.

Tonight was going to be a rare treat. Randy’s wife Sonja had recently added a new, very special bull to her regular stable of three. Her ad had stated she required bisexual men with big cocks, preferably circumcised, who were willing and able to satisfy her insatiable desires, which included getting to watch them fuck and humiliate her husband at her command.

Sonja was an Alpha-Bitch to be sure…she called the shots and that was all there was to it. She was a lioness, proud and powerful. She was used to having her way with all the men in her life.

If they got too disobedient, she simply dumped them…just like that. She only allowed Randy into her heart, and even he was more like a pet than a husband, but she loved him dearly and wanted to worship him, but he was weak and passive when it came to her and she knew it. Also, he was now a little too old to really give her the pleasure she required.

Although he experienced powerful and satisfying orgasms, he rarely ejaculated more than a cc or two. Sonja loved to feel the flood of semen either down her throat, squirting inside he pussy or flooding her ass and she missed the sensation despite the fact that she never expressed her disappointment to Randy.

She started to feel guilty that she only allowed men into their circle, but Randy, seemed to be fine with it. She almost wished he hadn’t…that he would stand up for himself and be a real man, but he finally felt vindicated from having to compensate for all his perceived inadequacies or for letting Sonja down.

He no longer had to pretend to be anything other than exactly what he always knew himself to be. Sonja had a new vibrance to her demeanor and seemed like she couldn’t stop smiling because she had a secret that she shared only with the true love of her life.

Then she met Jake. He was hetero-only. No exceptions, and he didn’t take orders from anyone…not even Sonja.

He was best friends with one of her favorite bulls, Dustin, and it was he who had suggested they meet.

All of Sonja’s bulls were circumcised. She considered it to be a prerequisite to even do an interview. When she had lunch with Jake for his interview, he insisted he pay for both their meals. She was so charmed by his appearance and personality that she forgot to ask if he was cut, but an hour later at the motel (for which he also insisted that he pay) she realized her error.

For the briefest of moments, she thought about apologizing for her mistake and leaving, but once he was fully erect, she decided to give him a chance…just this once. After all, Randy was at work and did not even know she was interviewing that day.

He had encouraged her to have an occasional “fling” with whomever she pleased, sometimes not even telling him for weeks…just like an affair. It made him crazy with jealousy, which she had quickly learned just enhanced his devotion to her.

Randy adored the foreskin of uncut cocks, but that was not even a question for Sonja, and she did not intend to seem to vacillate on this issue…but she told herself, it was probably just going to be this one time only.

What fascinated Sonja was how otherwise perfect Jake’s tool was.

She advertised for “long, thick and meaty” and Randy’s penis was as thick as her wrist when erect. (Several of her interviewees who were even thicker had left her sore for days afterward.)

Randy loved the way her cunt would come back wet, swollen and distended, but what Sonja desired most was length.

As girthy as Randy was, he was only a little short of seven inches, and her best previous lovers were usually longer. Randy was a skilled and sensitive lover, but sometimes she longed for the extra length.

She even bought him a three-inch penis extender sleeve, which she sometimes told him to wear, but he was not especially tall and did not seem to be able to get exactly the right angle she preferred to hit that little pocket at the end of her pussy way past her g-spot above her uterus.

Jake was just slightly thinner than Randy, but about eleven inches long…soft. He did not get too much longer when he got hard, which took about two minutes as they stood there talking as he continued to undress both of them.

As his already large penis continued to get more erect, she watched the foreskin slide back until it almost completely disappeared, although it left a rather prominent ridge about a half-inch ridge behind his very pronounced corona. She decided she might have to rethink her original ideas, at least as far as Jake was concerned.

She decided to show off by demonstrating why Randy had nicknamed her “the sword swallower” by completely deep throating him without so much as a single gag.

She learned early on in her life that she had no gag reflex and loved the sensation of being throat-fucked just a little more than her enjoyment of seeing the amazement it invoked in all those privileged enough to witness or experience her remarkable talents.

Jake was also quite impressed.

Sonja had kept her affair with Jake a secret for over two months despite the fact that she couldn’t wait to tell her husband. The suspense was incredible and when Randy finally did learn of her newest discovery he was overcome with excitement, although he was also disappointed when he learned he was completely straight, but even that excited him just a little more….it was something that would be out of his reach, invoking the longing for something he could not have.

Jake was tall…over six-feet two inches, lanky and very strong, and ten years younger than Sonja. He loved to be the object of a cougar’s grateful obsessions, and in fact, preferred older women. They seemed to have a worldly and slightly used quality that he found attractive. The effects of gravity, time and even childbirth were very attractive to him.

He was also the handsomest man Sonja had ever had the pleasure to fuck. Randy was decidedly very “easy on the eyes”, but Jake could have been a model if only he had been a lot shallower and less bright. Besides he had inherited money and was very good with it, so he had no need to whore himself out just for his looks.

That first encounter had left her trembling, wet, and breathless. She couldn’t remember the last time she had been so expertly fucked.

Although Randy had suspected there was something brewing just by the condition of her vagina on the days she had been with Jake before he got home from work, he trusted her to tell him all the dirtiest details of her naughty adventures in due time.

And when he cleaned her pussy as he dutifully did every night, she was still so full of cum that he knew something new was afoot. Even hours after their encounter it just flowed from her pussy like a flood as she straddled his face, and her panties were always soaked. It was also thicker and saltier than he had tasted before.

And there was no mistaking the taste of a recently well-fucked cunt and Randy was learning to be quite the connoisseur.

As so, Sonja’s first crush since she had married Randy began.

As Randy sat in full drag, he was wearing make-up and a wig in front of his computer with a very large butt plug up his ass that Sonja had just bought for him and she insisted on shoving it into Randy before she left.

He was forbidden to take it out until she returned from the impending fuck-fest. He was also forbidden to cum, and had no desire to violate her command…he loved the edgy tension it created, and the longer he was cuckolded, the more he craved release.

Sometimes because of his cuckolding, he would just ooze a few cc’s of semen (which was more than he usually produced in a normal ejaculation without prostate stimulation) and when Sonja had forcefully jammed the new even larger butt-plug up into his grateful asshole, a small stream of cum flowed from his cock, which Sonja immediately made him lick from her feet.

Randy was as exhilarated by Sonja’s infatuation with Jake as she was, but she seemed more conflicted about the luxury of allowing herself to acknowledge it.

What Randy saw was a woman revitalized and renewed; a woman who still needed validation and recognition from someone outside her marriage. She loved Randy dearly and was devoted and loyal within the considerably wide boundaries that they had already set.

It had been Randy who had initiated the new adventures that they had been pursuing and although she had initially indulged him in this as a pursuit of his fantasies he was excited to see the fruition of what he had hoped for all along, that she should experience her current situation guiltlessly and enthusiastically.

This would be the first time he would get the privilege of even seeing Jake and he could hardly wait. He was dying to know what was the source of her new-found infatuation…the first he had ever witnessed since they had met, so many years before.

Suddenly, Jake burst into the room. He walked up to her and picked her up as he kissed her deeply and passionately. Randy was slightly shocked to witness her passionate reciprocation. Usually it was never more than a quick tongue-kiss, but he liked what he saw almost as much as she obviously did.

He loved and trusted her enough to allow her this. He always seemed to enjoy her pleasures even more than she would allow herself to admit, but this was something new and he sensed her excitement and passion.

Jake had forbidden her to even allow Randy to watch them on camera until today, and Randy was as aflutter as a sixteen-year old schoolgirl as he witnessed the event.

Sonja then very deferentially unzipped Jake’s pants and pulled out his enormous cock before he could get hard just so Randy could see that he was in fact uncut, with a full coverage of his very large head.

She then announced that he should go into the bathroom and wash up, as she had no intention of knowing what his smegma tasted or smelled like as she winked to the camera.

Jake came back naked shortly afterward and announced (also obviously for Randy’s benefit) that he had pissed, but that she would have to skin it back and taste him just as he was…several hours since his last shower.

With that he pushed her to down to her knees and forced his still-flaccid member into her mouth. Randy could not believe what he was seeing. As he watched her greedily take his cock into her mouth he thought just how uncharacteristically submissive she now was…how she seemed to welcome this domination of his femdom wife.

He felt more jealous of Jake’s beautiful glistening tool than of her change of character. It was definitely longer than anything he had witnessed her to experience, and only once before, when he was in his twenties had he seen such a long cock in person.

That was long before he had even allowed himself to acknowledge his homosexual desires, which he had rationalized as being the result of drugs, despite the fact that he kept coming back for more.

It was with a friend he had known for several years who was a coke dealer for the Medellin Cartel in Miami…he tried to tell himself it was for the coke that he kept returning, and he never acknowledged any of the occurrences and neither did Miguel. Both were professed heterosexuals, but it was always Miguel who initiated Randy’s willing surrender.

It was then that Randy realized, but never acknowledged to himself, that he was a submissive bottom. Miguel however, was much thicker than even Randy, who could barely walk for days afterwards. And yet he kept returning any chance he could, and Miguel became bolder and more aggressive each time they met.

Neither of the men ever acknowledged their sexual explorations with each other either before or after they happened. It was as if it had never occurred.

Today would seem to last forever. This was the first Saturday that they had gotten together, and he sensed that Jake was intent on putting both Randy and Sonja in their respective places as far as Jake’s position of power over both of them.

Randy counted five successively longer orgasms from Jake, but he lost track of how many times Sonja came. It was obvious that she was completely at his mercy and she clearly loved every cum-drenched minute of it.

It was also the first time he had ever seen her receive anal, other than a few somewhat awkward attempts he and Sonja had tried over the years. She clearly did not enjoy receiving as much as Randy did and whenever he pressed her for it she immediately would peg him until he begged her to stop, only to continue until she was satisfied that her dominance was once again clearly established.

It wasn’t until then that he felt a twinge of jealousy within himself, but he gratefully accepted how it made him feel…gratefully alive and more in love than ever.

There was nothing he would not accept about Sonja. The more she pushed him, the more he embraced it.

She did not return until after dawn. She was clearly apprehensive about Randy’s reaction, but she bore a look of radiance he could not begrudge her. After all, it only made him more grateful to witness her unbridled joy and ecstasy, and she clearly felt even more in love with her new sissy submissive cuckold husband.

Although she was too swollen and exhausted to make love to Randy, she gladly agreed to straddle his face long enough to greedily lick, suck and swallow the seemingly endless flood of cum from her now flaccid, ruined cunt.

He tried to be gentle. He knew she was only doing this for his benefit, at least for now, until she had about ten hours of sleep. Before she showered, she reeked of semen, even her hair…it seemed to ooze from her pores,

And Randy loved every drop of it, as well as the smell of sex that permeated her being everywhere as much as the grateful look of satisfaction that she tried so hard to disguise.

No matter what she did from this point on, things would only get better for them.

He Calls Me Goddess I, Call Him My Pet

Posted in A Dirty Mind is A Terrible Thing To Waste, Cuckoldry, Dangerous and Unsavory ideas that are possibly harmful to the weak-mided and overly simplistic and religious, Dirty, Dominance and Submission, Enhanced and Fortified non-fiction, Erotica, Much Too Good For Children, NSFW, Possibly Dangerous to Everyone, Sexual Action/Adventure on July 19, 2015 by dreamlanddancing

Our dear friend Anastasia (astraltraltravler.WordPress.com) and my wife Suki (Yen4Suki.WordPress.com) dreamed up quite an amazing story upon which we decided to collaborate.

I was beginning to think I had become jaded, and that almost nothing surprised me any more, but I was wrong. Leave it to two women to push the envelope one step beyond….

This is the first installment of a four-part story.

So without further ado, I give you all something new to chew on.

He Calls Me Goddess I, Call Him My Pet

My name is Sonja. My husband confessed to me that he was bisexual long before we were married, but it wasn’t until a couple of years ago that he revealed how much he liked cross-dressing. Both were incredible turn-ons for me and I eagerly indulged him with lots of M-F-M threesomes whenever we had the chance.

I am an Alpha-Bitch by nature. It was about a year ago when he first told me he wanted to be a cuckold “subby-hubby”. It took him a while to convince me that was what he really wanted, but once he did, I wouldn’t have it any other way.

The men who swept me off my feet (and onto my back or knees) tended to use me like some kind of fuck-toy and would inevitably cheat on me, which just increased my insecurities.

Until Randy came along. He was older and wiser. To this day swears he fell in love with me at first sight.

Randy is an Alpha Male to the outside world, but he told me that from his earliest memories he felt plagued with homosexual fantasies even before he knew what one was, or how the world would judge and demean him for it.

As much as I wanted for him to be my everything, I see now how much more pressure that put on him. He already sensed that he was not the biggest cock or even the best lay I’d ever had, despite the fact that when he would ask me, I would try to change the subject, or try to placate his insecurities, which only convinced him even more that it was the case.

Randy is a sensitive and skillful lover, but truth be told, there have been several men who could leave me breathless and panting in a way Randy never did. His size was only a little above the average…just not my average. I’m lucky like that, I guess.

I loved his mind, his unbridled devotion and loyalty, but the men who really made my toes curl and my eyes roll back were egotistical bastards, and although a few broke my heart, I can safely say I never really fell in love with any of them before Randy.

That just further reinforced my Alpha-Bitch tendencies.

When Randy first confessed his desire to be a sissy cuckold, it suddenly all made sense. For once in his life he had the chance to let go of all the overcompensating he felt that he had to do in his public life for fear of the derision and rejection he faced if only they knew of his deepest hidden desires.

Randy loves women, to be sure, but he clearly considers me to be the one great love of his life. And that is plenty for him. He believes that I am more than enough woman for any man, and feels proud that I love him enough to give all my heart to him, but he also understands that I give my mouth, my ass, and my cunt to several men of my choice.

I am also a cougar…it takes young men who have the stamina and endurance I require before I decide to fuck them more than once, and it also takes a special kind of man who knows his place and who appreciates an older woman.

Right now, I have a stable of three regular bulls who never cease to amaze me with how well-fucked they keep me and how much cum they provide my pet to eat out of my greedy snatch.

I never wear panties and love to flash men any chance I get, but I keep a pair in my purse to give him something to lick clean when I get home in case some of it gushes out of me before I get home.

Then he gets down to seriously cleaning me as I straddle his face and I push it all out into his greedy mouth.

He got me an ankle bracelet for our anniversary that has a queen of hearts on it. I am surprised by how many men know exactly what that means, and a few have approached me as soon as they noticed it.

I used to have a very tight pussy, and prided myself on it, but nothing gives my Randy more pleasure than knowing that when one of my bulls is finished having his way with me I will barely be able to even feel him inside me, although two of my biggest bulls prefer for him to fuck me first so that I am wet enough to even get them in, although it still takes plenty of lube.

Then they make him fluff them before they fuck him up the ass until his dick looks like it’s going to shrink back into his body and looks more like an oversized clit. I asked him why that is but he says he doesn’t know, and doesn’t care why…because it just feels so good.

Once he cums, he goes into the corner to watch. After they get rid of the “quick one” in him he knows that they will really take their time with me.

Sometimes he ejaculates, but if they fuck him long enough and hard enough (and believe me they can) he says he feels what he describes as an “internal orgasm” as if his ejaculations are more like a clitoral orgasm and the gut-wrenching spasms he feels are more like a g-spot orgasm, which I read somewhere is related to stimulation of the prostate.

That makes perfect sense to me. He said if he had his choice, he would be perfectly happy with just what he calls his “Hiroshima Orgasms”.

My Randy loves “edging” and the longer he goes without ejaculation the better he likes it. He says he loves staying in a perpetual state of anticipation which often makes him cum before he can get hard if I tell him to fuck me. It is not unusual for him to ooze pre-cum several times a day, and he often squirts a little as soon as something goes up his ass.

Sometimes he produces almost no semen at all, even though he cums very hard…unless he gets his prostate massaged first, in which case he seems to completely empty his balls in one load, which is pretty much all he is ever good for most nights anyway, except for that one night last summer when I had two of my bulls “spit-roast” him twice in one night.

Each one took turns on which end they stuck their huge cocks into him.

Hey…it was his birthday, and I wanted to give him a present he would remember. Besides, I also had one of my other bulls do me while he watched as they did him. It was a great night for both of us as we stared into each other’s eyes watching both of us getting fucked at the same time.

He couldn’t ejaculate for a week after that night, even though I tried my best to milk him so he I could watch him eat it.

I try to milk him whenever I feel like it, despite his desires to stay chaste as long as possible. It is not a matter of his choice…it is mine alone, according to my whims, and he loves whatever pleases me.

He says he lives to serve at my pleasure.

I much as I love the taste of cum, and although I have never missed a chance to swallow if it is a solitary blow-job before Randy comes home from work, if he is around I always “snowball” it back to him…what the fuck, it’s the least I can do to make him happy.

Got to keep my pet well-fed.

I never pegged a man before Randy asked me, but I was amazed at how much I now love to do it whenever I can. I have an enormous dildo with lots of very exaggerated ridges and veins all over it and my favorite harness puts the base of the dildo onto my clit and I could swear I know what it feels like to have a cock.

Sometimes he pretends to be too tired or sore and whines like a little bitch until get rough and throat-fuck him with one of my smaller, softer cocks I keep on a separate harness for just that purpose.

Then if he still resists (and I love when he does) I make him lay there while I change into my “big dick” rig and roll him over forcefully and fuck him until he begs me to stop (I can tell when he has one of his “gurly” orgasms), but of course I never do. I usually fuck him even harder and faster and pull his hair and call him a sissy cocksucker while I slap his ass until it is red.

When he is finally whimpering and sobbing I start to really feel sorry for him and I let him go…and I know exactly how he likes it. It was not easy to learn to be able to do that, but I am here to please him too.

And that is just the tip of the iceberg…or rather the edge of the volcano. Next time I’ll tell you about what happens when I make him jump in.

 

 

 

 

 

On Letting Go, Pt. VI: Stereotypes Labels, and Rules

Posted in Dominance and Submission, Letting Go, Mature Theme, Much Too Good For Children, NSFW, Philosophical Sexuality, Possibly Dangerous to Everyone on July 2, 2015 by dreamlanddancing

On Letting Go, Pt. VI: Stereotypes Labels, and Rules

We are a culture that espouses Freedom, Individuality, and Liberty, but because we do not recognize our connection with all other sentient beings, as a result, we feel isolated.

We see everything around us as being separate from ourselves. There is a pervasive aura of loneliness that drives our obsession with a sense of belonging.

We label and categorize. We objectify and pigeonhole. We seek to identify ourselves with membership into this or that particular group if we feel it will give us a common identity.

Ironically, the less “mainstream” the group is, especially if it espouses rebelliousness and rejection of the norm, the more stereotypical and uniform its member become.

It doesn’t take long before some asshole will try to formulate rules, protocols and even a specific vocabulary for appearance, behaviors and speech within that particular splinter group, and in so doing, the very same urge to break loose from the herd just produces a smaller, more uniform herd.

No matter how close-knit the members of the herd become, there is little tolerance for deviation amongst themselves.

There is safety in numbers, especially if whatever group with which you identify is subject to prejudice, oppression, ridicule, or even violence, and yet you still will inevitably pay a price for your membership dues.

As a result, eclectic, articulate, sophisticated and well-educated persons of African descent get told to “Black up” by both other Black as well as even some Caucasian peoples.

Mexicans who do not fit some of the same stereotypes that many of them find repugnant get called “Coconuts” (brown outside/white inside) by those of their own ancestry.

Even the GLBTG “community” is derisive towards bisexuality and transgender persons.

Bikers, Goths, Liberals, Artists, Intellectuals, Pro-Life, Pro-Choice, Sports Fanatics, Buddhists, Soldiers, Cops, Firefighters…even Civil War Reenactors are all well-advised to only color within the lines.

Once you make that choice, your lack of choices will begin to loom in front of you like an oncoming train.

Even non-conformity leads to conformity.

My own experiences amongst the aficionados of Kink/Fet have been particularly acute in this respect. You either give or you recieve; you are either a Dom or a Sub for instance. I was once told “You can’t just jump from one thing to another because no one will take you seriously.”

That advice was actually a great relief, although I am sure it was not taken in the spirit in which it was given because I think there is entirely too much seriousness almost everywhere I look.

If it will help spark a little more acceptance, then by all means, don’t take me too seriously…I’d rather make you laugh than growl.

Some may be more broad-minded than others, but I view life as an all-you-can eat smorgasbord where sometimes you may be the chef, the diner, or even one of the entrees…possibly a desert.

It is not my intention to criticize anyone’s choices of identity…that is something they have to choose for themselves. As my teenage children were growing up I was reminded (by way of their behaviors), that “All the world’s a stage…(that we are going through)”.

We can choose at any moment to change in the blink of an eye, even though the actualization of that choice may take you the rest of our lives to accomplish.

The real litmus test for any of us is the question of Authenticity.

It is not a question of living up to anyone else’s pre-determined standards…in fact, it is the exact opposite of that.

There will be some people who will see your freedom as a threat that they will personalize because it confronts their fears and reminds them that they are not free.

The eternally questioning mind will lead you to wherever you belong. Since one thing tends to lead to another according to your nature, that will represent a continual on-going process.

You can rationalize and intellectualize anything, including talking yourself out of being who you really are, or you can repress your true self with fear-based biases that are forced upon you and live in denial, or you can step away from all of it, and in the process step closer to your self.

In a place before words, before even thoughts…you already know.

Trust your heart.

Namasté

नमस्ते

Chazz Vincent

07/01/2015

 

It’s Your Turn

Posted in Dangerous and Unsavory ideas that are possibly harmful to the weak-mided and overly simplistic and religious, Dominance and Submission, Erotic Poetry, Jantor To The Temple Of The Holy of Holies, Love, Much Too Good For Children, NSFW on June 23, 2015 by dreamlanddancing

In mutual

loving servitude

of each other

we are exalted

by our own reflections

as seen

in each other’s eyes.

When Master meets Mistress,

as one directs

the other serves.

This time…

at least for now….

within our malleable union.

As Yin encircles Yang,

and bottom

supplants top,

it is certain that

each time

according to its season,

one will plow

to sow

what the other shall receive.

Every top needs a bottom.

Every bottom loves its top.

The wheel of eighty-eight

forever turning,

each will be

according to its season

and what you give

will

be revisited

before the cock

crows twice.

Who better than she knows

his innermost desires?

When he responds,

to be

a Top Dog

or her really Dirty Dog

he does it for her

as she does for him.

And when she holds the leash

he gratefully accepts the collar.

No need for whipping-post

nor whip

within our willing servitude.

And as she frees herself

of will and ego

she becomes the chalice

of all

energies,

a gathering place

for channeling

human lightning.

She is exalted,

the alter of the temple

of the Holy of Holies.

As rogue wave swells

take on

heaving rhythms

more frequent

with each set

She rides

from bottom to the top,

balanced

on the crest

of her wave,

now a powerful

Goddess

to be worshipped

until it becomes her time

to serve.

Once Again.

When he falls in love,

She becomes his greatest weakness.

When She falls in Love,

He becomes

her greatest strength.

And when again we recognize

that old familiar me

in me

I have no doubt

you’ll welcome

back

our binary love affair.

All things return unto The One

and I am Zero.

When You are Zero

I am One.

But always in Love

We are One.

And We are Also Zero.

(a slight aside…)

The bee goes from flower to flower

while the flower remains

to be visited by

all the other bees.

Namasté

नमस्ते

Chazz Vincent

06/23/2015

THFWS & TTM: The Twins

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The Twins

When Darcy’s water broke, everyone but Darcy, Mark, Anastasia, and the midwife got out of the pool, preferring to lend their support and encouragement from the sidelines.

Episiotomies are the most frequently performed unnecessary operation in the United States (depending upon your opinion on circumcision), followed closely by cesarean section because doctors are simply not willing to take the time necessary to properly prepare a woman to birth children in the way that they have done since the beginning of time.

And because time is money, greed is the prime motivator in those decisions followed closely by laziness, a lack of imagination and an unwillingness to embrace a multi-disciplined, holistic mode of therapy.

It is never easy to deliver twins, and they are considered a “high-risk” case at best, but if there are no other complications, midwives will better prepare a woman to deliver just by virtue of the way in which they facilitate the effacement and dilation of the labia, and vulva, thereby rendering a tear-free delivery…in most cases, which was why the Neonatologist was also present…for all the other complications that could possibly arrive.

Cutting to pre-empt tearing is like amputating a limb to prevent a future break that may never occur. The simple fact that the suturing done to stitch the episiotomy frequently results in painful postpartum sex, sometimes for years seems to escape most doctors, who never feel a thing.

Anastasia had met Kat(rima) while they were studying together in nursing school. They became fast friends during some very fast times, but eventually Kat dropped out to study acupuncture and become a midwife. She had also delivered both of Anastasia’s children under water.

Darcy had watched her youngest sister being born at home on the kitchen table because her mother could not afford health care insurance. She had come from a family of commercial fishermen in tidewater Virginia and most of her early life had been spent learning how to “make do” on next to nothing just to survive.

To suddenly be the primary focus for any needs she or her children could ever want for with money no object was to feel gratefully empowered in ways she had never before known.

It takes a very special kind of woman to pull and stretch the surrounding flesh of the vagina sufficiently to accommodate the delivery of a child. If you have ever been privileged to witness a birth with the assistance of a midwife and compare it to any hospital delivery you’ve ever seen you quickly realize  how nurturing and baby-friendly the former is compared to the industrial atmosphere of a hospital delivery.

Many women may tend to feel uncomfortable touching another woman in such an intimate manner as is done by the midwife, but compared to almost all males, they are generally more nurturant and intimate with each other, perhaps by nature, or perhaps because our culture does not embrace homophobia as tenaciously among females as by the generally fearful, self-conscious, strutting, posturing roosters that the males of our species are so often want to make of themselves, especially in their early youth.

Regardless, some women are also programmed for nurturance from a very early age and Kat was one of them. She loved women as much as she did men and she fearlessly and self-consciously embraced an inborn commitment to caring for anyone who deserved her attentions.

And in all fairness, if an OB/GYN doctor were to perform the same procedures in a hospital setting, they would probably be up on charges before they left the parking lot.

Discretion is the lesbian consigliere of Valor.

Meanwhile, most of the Ancient Ones had arrived. The spirits of Lukumi, Los Guerreros, Roti, The Dark Mother (Kali’s almost accidental namesake), Ganesh, and seemingly countless others either sat perched upon the peak of the roof, on the branches of the surrounding trees, or were joining Darcy, Mark, Anastasia and Kat, the midwife in the water, which is one of the most amazing and provocative ways to experience their presence.

Water that contains the usual minerals and electrolytes found in either municipal systems or well water is an excellent conductor of electro-magnetic energy, especially if it contains amniotic fluids, and a number of  the Ancient Ones liked to playfully caress, poke and prod those who can allow themselves to be open to the sensations they impart as they flash back and forth across the pool like dolphins preparing to tail-walk over the water.

As the contractions came closer and closer together and her dilation increased, the cauldrons began to boil and steam and it was at just about that same time when Boop-Oopa-Doop (aka “Betty”) flew in and landed in a Key Lime tree next to the fires beneath the cauldrons.

“What’s up, Toots?” she asked of no one in particular.

Almost in unison, they waved and replied “Boop-Oopa-Doop!” She was widely known throughout the multi-verse, and generally well-liked by all.

As a fellow embezzler of time and space, She was quite adept in arriving precisely when what appeared to be a portent of something spectacular was just about to happen.

The visions that appeared in the cauldrons were similar to those that had foretold of Darcy’s ordained place within the primary group.

It was the image of Darcy surrounded by thousands of primates doing the Bandaloop Dance at sunset. This time, there was a melody that could be heard by everyone, yet recognized by no one, except the primates outside the Sanctuary, and perhaps Darcy, who also began to hum along with it.

The ArchAngels, who were watching and listening to the images and sounds projected and amplified from the cameras quickly incorporated it into their song cycle while the saxophones began to answer and the rest of the band reinforced the melody with harmonizations and counterpoint of their own.

In the area beneath the screens, the Primates had assembled to perform the Bandaloop Dance in unison with the video feed from the cauldrons. They never seemed to need any coaching; it was as if it was something native to their instincts.

As the singing and dancing reached a crescendo, Darcy delivered the first of the twins, a vigorously healthy screaming female, followed in due time by an equally beautiful and perfect male.

There was no video coverage of the delivery, but everyone who witnessed it poolside fell into silence as they each recognized the uniqueness of the twins.

“Unique” is one of the most frequently misused words of the last fifty years, but in this case it was no hyperbole, because in the entire history of the earth, there have never been two children born who possessed the appearance of these two children.

The female was thankfully much less hirsute than the male and absolutely gorgeous to behold, but there was a decidedly simian appearance to her which was not so much apparent until one saw the two of them together, because the male was undoubtedly the offspring of Frederick, who was himself the only one of his kind.

Aside from a slightly exaggerated supra-orbital ridge, somewhat longer than average arm length compared to their overall length and a little more space between the bottom of the nose and the top of the upper lip they looked very much like any other human infant, except for the feet, which were structurally identical to those of the Chimpanzee. This meant that both of the twins had four opposable thumbs each.

This would prove to be the beta upgrade to human feet for these children, who quickly learned to use them like a second pair of hands whenever their shoes were off, which never happened in public, lest  it give away the identity of their father.

But perhaps most importantly, their spines and pelvis, as well as the alignment of their hips were consistent with bi-pedal ambulation. Also, their foramen magnums were located more anteriorly at the bases of the skulls, consistent with a vertical stance directly above the spine.

Given the genetic diversity of the human animal, their appearance was surprisingly human.

The eventual legal decision as to whether or not they be considered Hominid would be prolonged as much as possible for their protection, but eventually, after they are given the opportunity to establish the authenticity of their genetic structure, as young adults it would become their time to be recognized as who they really were.

Since they were not born in a hospital, although their footprints were recorded and notarized by their attorneys, no publicly accessible documents would be filed unless absolutely necessary.

Because the dearth of research, evidence and testimony of Frederick was so well documented, he alone would best serve as the face, the voice, the words and the ideas of a truly self-aware, sentient being demanding his rights to recognition of his ascension to a higher level than was previously judged as at least adequate by the gatekeepers of the most exclusive country club in the animal kingdom called Humanity.

Once his case was won in court, the twins would have their day of recognition and autonomy without outside interference.

It was uncanny however in the way in which their facial expressions were the visage of Frederick’s. Not something one could quite put their finger on to tell of the identify of the father unless you knew Frederick well enough to recognize the similarities.

Although their skin was quite pale, their hair was jet black, but finer than that of the other great apes. Their features looked beautifully exotic…perhaps slightly Asian, or even African or some allele of the North American aboriginals; refined, yet primal, with very large, dark brown eyes. They were strangely beautiful, and once you began to look at them, it was almost impossible to avert your eyes from their soulful faces.

To a casual observer they appeared to be beautiful normal humans in nearly all aspects, but given the transcendent understanding between the members of the group, it was immediately common knowledge as to the paternity of both of them, though no one spoke directly of it that night, because they already knew that everyone else knew.

The remarkable similarity of the genes and chromosomes between Chimpanzees, Gorillas, and Orangutans with human genetic DNA had enabled a union of Frederick’s sperm and two of Darcy’s eggs, despite a long-successful tubal ligation.

Vigorously demanding their evolutionary participation in the replication of their currently unique species, they out swam all the other combined seeds deposited into Darcy’s love canal that evening, just as two eggs had also almost inexplicably made a quantum leap past what was believed to be an impenetrable barrier.

There have been legends and rumors of unions with either male or female human participants and simians throughout the last fifty years or more, but no surviving evidence and great hatred, disgust and violent hostility are often expressed at even the mention of such offspring.

A doctor in Malaysia for instance who allegedly intended to artificially inseminate two female orangutans with human sperm more than forty years ago was murdered, and his laboratory and domestic facilities burned to the ground along with the two female orangutans.

A mere rumor possibly fabricated by poachers that Diane Fossi was copulating with the gorillas whom she was studying likewise may have prompted her murder.

The subject of interspecies erotica is likely to invoke images of Tijuana donkey-shows, women from Amsterdam copulating with huge canines or sheepherders and hillbillies in general. Once the sniggering and fascination over the perceived degradation of the human subjects stops (shortly after the titillation factor wears off), the tendency is to get hautily self-righteous and violent.

As disgusted and revolted as so many claim to be, few can or will avert their eyes once they should witness it.

The book of Leviticus states that if a man shall lay with an animal, that they both shall be killed. It seems unfathomable that the ancient Hebrews believed that somehow the animal was complicit in the commission of the act, but then again, the book of Leviticus is harsh, which may explain why it is such a favorite of Pentecostals and other similarly bloodthirsty and judgmental fundamentalist Christians.

If you stop and think about it, the only true fundamentalist Christians would be the Messianic Jews who were the descendants of either the authors or scribes of the early new testament and the Dead Sea scrolls.

Ironically, it should be noted that some of the most dangerous fundamentalists would be the modern-day ultra right-wing sex-and-pleasure-hating American fundamentalist Christians, who generally want no part whatsoever of Judaism (including the Old Testament) unless it justify self-serving, vindictive, self-righteous wrath, punishment and judgmental retribution. (Muslim Jihadists notwithstanding…keeping in mind that it was the authors of the Crusades who have also sown those seeds.)

The twins were the first scientifically verifiable prototype of this union, and no one intended to make the results known to the general public for the sake of the safety of all parties concerned.

As you may recall, during The Great Eurasian Leap Forward, after Man first diverged from his primal ancestors, the offspring showed a remarkable increase in each successive generation in intellectual capacity due to the doubling of the SRGAP2  gene despite an eventually lowered total brain mass compared to the earlier, larger Neanderthal . Similarly, these children would later prove to be far more advanced than any primate…even Frederick, had ever been.

In the light of the previous events of the day, everyone in attendance was openly grateful for the revelation of the paternity of the children.

No one had suspected, least of all Darcy that it was even within the range of possibility that she was capable of conception in the first place, let alone by way of the world’s one and only Bonanzee.

Everyone in attendance openly displayed tears of joy as Anastasia and Mark helped hold the twins to Darcy’s breasts. She was absolutely radiant, looking for all the world like the proudest mother of all time…the way every mother should.

It was about this time that the visions from  the cauldrons began to change. A face began to appear that looked as if it was painted in smoke. Although initially vague and indistinct, it eventually took on the appearance of Frederick’s face.

Although the synchronization between the lips and the voice that everyone heard was delayed, nonetheless everyone who witnessed it clearly perceived the sound of Frederick’s voice in their heads as clearly as if he was personally whispering the words directly into their ears.

It was later confirmed that whether or not they had taken The Knowledge everyone who heard them verified the words that Frederick imparted to them.

First he repeated his last words spoken to the world at the time of his death. The recordings that were made of the camera feeds showed the video, but no audio was recorded. Fortunately, for posterity he also signed his message as he had before.

To it, he added a final remark. “For those who wished me harm, you have not seen the last of me. I was not born to be so easily dispatched. For those of you who knew and loved me, you too have not seen the last of me, because there is so much more to unfold as our work progresses.”

“Just as Man received a hand-up fifty-thousand years ago, it is now time for Man to lend his hand to his simian cousins to allow the natural evolutionary process to begin again. Who amongst you would deny us that opportunity?”

“Since the time when Man first traded Instinct and Intuition for Reason, he has suffered for it on so many levels that the members of our inner circle have now only really begun to realize.”

“The ancestors of Man can provide him your connection to our mutual primal past, including telepathy…if you can just learn to stop talking and relying on words to express yourselves. You have as much to gain as we do in the symbiosis of our union.”

“Our children will become the beta-version of Mankind. It is time to embrace our next evolutionary quantum leap.”

“Keep me in your hearts so that my spirit may abide there with you all as you raise our children together.”

This was clearly an event that had shocked and surprised a group who had become accustomed to the bizarre and unbelievable in a world where the impossible had become commonplace.

Most religiously oriented persons of any faith would have considered the entire event an abomination, or the work of the Devil, were they to learn of it, but in the hearts and minds of the inner circle of The Home for Wayward Souls, it was a well-received serendipity.

And so it was, that this group who did not believe in a disapproving, punitive, vindictive and jealous God the Creator (either Aravat or Eloah, Elah or Eolith in Hebrew) nonetheless learned to embrace a union with what has been referred to as the Guf, or Treasury of Souls without conflict or contradiction, and who believed in the persistence of the Soul

And it was good…very, VERY GOOD…like, well…(you know the rest)…..

Namaste

This Theater of the Mind

Posted in A Dirty Mind is A Terrible Thing To Waste, Confessions of a Mad Philosopher, Dancing in Dreamland, Dirty, Dominance and Submission, Enhanced and Fortified non-fiction, Enhanced and Fortified non-fiction, Explicit Sexual Language, Fornicating, Fun, Humor, Imp Of The Perverse, Jantor To The Temple Of The Holy of Holies, Mature Theme, Memoires of a Post-Neo Dharma Bum, Much To Good For Children, Much Too Good For Children, Philosophical Sexuality, Philosophical Sexuality, Polyamory, Possibly Dangerous to Everyone, Primate Romance/Adventure, Random Observations, Sacrilege, Satire, Sex, Sexual Action/Adventure, The Home For Wayward Souls, The Id, The Talking Monkeys, Theater of the Mind, Vagina, What You Have Conjured Up, Witchcraft, Zen with tags , , , , , , on December 30, 2013 by dreamlanddancing

WARNING: ADULT CONTENT

This Theater of the Mind

All the world’s is a stage…(that we’re going through)…and we are all players in this Theater of the Mind….

I was wondering the other day if people ever choose their religions by what sins they would be committing when they do commit them?

I suppose that if a man (or woman) can choose their own poison, they should also be allowed to choose their own punishment….

(Imagine, in my perfect world, a guy goes to confession… he says to the priest “Father, forgive me…I masturbated five times a day last week.”, What should I do as an act of contrition? whereupon the priest says…”Look…here’s One Hundred Dollars…go downtown and pick up a Catholic hooker named Rose Flannigan…you’ll recognize her right away…she’s a ginger with freckles and carrot-top red hair…and take her to dinner, and treat her really nicely before you fuck her…it will do you both a world of good…she needs the money and the validation, and you need to get out more.”)

I mean, virtually any life any of us chooses to live is essentially an acceptance of certain codified rules and laws that determine what a priori assumptions and conditions must be present to support one view of reality, and almost all of it seems to be someone else’s invention…like gown-ups playing children in adult clothes, only with less imagination.

Whether you are a Hell’s Angel or an investment banker, your mode of dress and behaviors are rather rigidly pre-determined if you desire safe passage through the realms of either.

This is what separates cannibal headhunters from family court attorneys, even though on the surface, many of their behaviors are remarkably similar, but ah! I digress….

What concerns me the most is why most Western religions hate sex so much, worship virginity, preach abstinence, and generally eschew Fun? Why are we so quick to condemn behaviors that naturally satisfy our most basic needs and desires?

What would our world be like if there was such a thing as an Episcopal temple prostitute? Why not “Whores of Mensa”?

Who says? Under what authority? Your God, or mine?

Similarly, Kink/Fet, LGBTG, and Polyamorous “Communities” all seem to need rules, guidelines, bi-laws, charters, sanctions, and their own newspapers and magazines, issuing statements, pronouncements and whitepapers to tell people the difference between right and wrong, or appropriate vs. inappropriate for that particular group’s members so that they know how to behave.

I italicized “Communities” because it is odd that although we do so much to separate “Us” from those “Not like Us” economically, racially, and culturally, there is not generally a “Gay Town” or “Swingers Corners”, or even concepts like “The Understated Elegance of Bondage Manors…(a very well-disciplined community)”.

Nudist colonies are the notable exception. It might be nice to live in a gated community that was inhabited only by fellow perverts of a similar stripe, for instance, but then again….

There is a decided lack of diversity in each of the “Alternative Lifestyles” to the point that there is a great deal of bashing of transgender and bisexual individuals within the Gay/Lesbian communities, for instance.

Why learn to think outside one box only to crawl back into another one?

I enjoy the company of just about every type of pervert that exists, but it seems like I end up moving from one circle to another with very little overlap or congruency. Most people seem to need concentricity just to feel validated.

After a few years pursuing any style of living, you start to resemble others of a similar persuasion, whether it be hairstyles, humor, tattoos, scars, or attitude and demeanor, and after a while you can tell who is who even when we’re naked.

I prefer the adventure of experimentation. Why do I have to join your union or wear your flag just to get naked with you? Sometimes I like the top, other times, perhaps the bottom…I love the smell of leather in the evening…whether it’s in my hand, or against my skin…and although I prefer the feather to the actual live chicken, I try to keep my mind, and my options open….

I figure you ought to try anything at least three times, just to make sure you got it right before you make a judgment about it.

Are there any other Eclectic Omnivores out there? What about Sexually Deviant Scientists? Pervert Philosophers? Free-lance reporters for International Pornographic? Or even Dr. Satan’s All-Volunteer Human Meat-Puppet Show? (It’s hilarious!)

How about an Actor’s Guild for the Theater of the Mind? There’s one union to whom I might consider paying dues….

Feel free to ring me up.

THFWS: The Ballad of Charles and Suki IV…Indeterminacy

Posted in A Dirty Mind is A Terrible Thing To Waste, Dirty, Dominance and Submission, Drug Experience, Enhanced and Fortified non-fiction, Enhanced and Fortified non-fiction, Imp Of The Perverse, Long Form, Love, Metaphysical Action/Adventure, Much Too Good For Children, Novel, Novel, Philosophical Sexuality, Philosophical Sexuality, Polyamory, Possibly Dangerous to Everyone, Sex, Sexual Action/Adventure, The Home For Wayward Souls on December 26, 2013 by dreamlanddancing

THFWS: Charles and Suki IV Indeterminacy

…and now we begin again….

Christy and Keith had a house guest named Gerard Chineaux who had been away on business when Suki had arrived, so she had taken the guest bed, at least in theory, although she had usually only passed out for a few hours in their bed before returning back to her father’s house before six AM.

Gerard was in especially good spirits upon his return to southern California, and suggested he take them all out to dinner to celebrate. He was French, and his work visa had finally been approved. It had taken four days up in Sacramento and he was glad to be back.

Keith and Gerard had attended college together, several years ago, and although there was about fifteen years difference in age, they had become good friends, and had kept in touch over the years, even after he had returned to his homeland. Gerard had always been very good with money, and now he was preparing to set himself up in the United States.

Gerard was about five-nine or so, not especially tall or short, and wore his clothes very well. He had classic  chiseled Gallic features, dark, thick straight hair and an engaging sense of humor. He was prone to flashes of mischief in his eyes, and although he spoke impeccably good English, he frequently used to “French it up” exaggerating all the stereotypical linguistics of his countrymen and even playing the part of the naïve tourist just to see how well he could pull some unsuspecting American’s legs…especially if they were pretty. The more helpless or guile-less he appeared, the more that women wanted to help him.

He was in excellent physical condition, and worked out several times a week, and was not muscle-bound, but lean and flexible with the moves of a feral cat.

It was good to be a Frenchman in L.A., especially if you had money, but then again, it’s always good to be a handsome Frenchman just about anywhere in the United States.

When this didn’t seem to captivate Suki’s attentions, he dropped the pretense and turned the charm up…way up…and this was rare for him, because he never really had to try at all to get what he wanted, and this was presenting itself as an intriguing challenge.

What he didn’t realize was that Suki was pulling his leg just to see how far he would go just to get into her pants. She was amused, and highly flattered because he was at least ten years her junior, although he was clear to casually mention more than once how much more European men appreciated mature women.

She was intrigued by his persistence and continued to play the seemingly oblivious Eastern-European/Asian dilettante…Mata Hari meets Tokyo Rose….

They were both playing with each other; he like she was a fine cello and she like he was a saxophone.

When they all got back to the apartment, Keith and Christy went into their bedroom to get a mirror and a blade long enough for Suki to suddenly turn to Gerard and suddenly say “OK monkey-boy…you want we make some crazy sex-fuck, yes?” With that, she slowly unzipped his fly and reached her hand into his silk boxers, never taking her eyes off his as she did.

It certainly appeared that he did want to…very much.

By the time she had produced his long, generous viande from his trousers, he was so erect that the head of his cock was shiny and had already extended itself from out of hiding beneath his foreskin, and every vein stood out as his prick twitched with each heartbeat. She kneeled before him and took him deep into her wet mouth and full, greedy lips.

She had almost all of him down her throat about the time that their hosts returned to the living room, prompting them to shed their clothes on the spot before even starting to chop the shale-like crystals and lay them out into long white rails on the mirror.

So they sat there in the living room, naked snorting coke and generally playing with each other, although the girls pretended to be more interested in each other, just because they knew it would provoke Keith and Gerard even more.

First, Christy and Suki started double-teaming one or the other of the two men orally, suddenly changing to the other without warning. They kissed each other deeply as they sucked and licked both the men.

Charles had always told Suki that whatever she did, he would always be standing there on her shoulder, encouraging her to embrace whatever adventure came her way. She thought about that right before Gerard entered her for the first time, and decided she ought to give him a good show….

Gerard’s cock was a little longer than Charles’, but not quite as thick, although it was definitely what she called “meaty” and though she most definitely preferred circumcised men, she had to admit that the sensation of his prodigious uncut member was extremely pleasurable, once she allowed herself to admit that she could feel the extra skin rolling and sliding back and forth inside her, most especially just as the corona passed her inner labia and the novelty of the feeling was rapidly bringing her to climax, which in itself was unusual, because she usually took a long time to cum with Charles.

The excitement she felt was exhilarating, and she was beginning to lose herself completely as she felt herself surrendering to the masterful fucking she was receiving. She usually took the lead, and loved to overwhelm a man even to the point of making him cum sooner than he intended, only to put his still throbbing dripping cock back into her mouth, just to prove she could get him hard again, but this time he was all over her and it was all she could do to keep up with his enthusiastic thrusting and stroking.

He had the roundest, hardest ass she had ever seen on a white man, and the way he worked his hips and pelvis was nothing short of obscenely sensuous as wave after wave of pleasure swept over her.

Then she opened her eyes, and realized how starstruck he looked as he gazed deeply into her soul. This was not something she had anticipated, or even wanted, but lost herself completely in as she felt both of them shuddering with wave after wave of orgasm while their bodies were simultaneously wracked with paroxysms of spasms, both of them crying out in ecstasy, sweating, grunting, and moaning as she felt his cock spewing a copious flood of semen deep into her hungry cunt, filling her until she would have sworn she could taste it, spilling out past his still-throbbing member and soaking her ass, the sheets and just about everything in sight.

She had intended to use a condom, and always did with strangers, but between the cocaine and the generally frenzied level of sexual excitement, she was secretly glad she had neglected to do so…she felt wickedly guilty as she wallowed in their flood of co-mingled fluids. Once she stopped hyperventilating, she went down on him again, savoring the taste of their human stew-broth and the taste they made together. They tasted like Sin, like Sex, like Seafood, and the steamy aroma was intoxicating.

She was in no hurry, and was thoroughly enjoying her repast when he turned his head down to her thoroughly violated and soaked pussy, as he began to lap at her like a dog. This seemed to excite both of them even more, and he was soon hard again. She could not remember the last time she and Charles had fucked like that.

She then rolled over slightly raising her wet, dripping ass as she gyrated provocatively for him. He immediately picked up on the cue, and straddled her as he prepared to try to gently dilate her anus with the head of his prick. She quickly began to thrust her buttocks into his gentle strokes as he began to thrust more forcefully.

“Fuck me hard…no hold back…make (it) hurt real good. I (am) dirty girl that needs punished badly…fuck and spank (my) ass ‘til I call you daddy and beg you (to) stop…but don’t…,I want you (to) make me scream like hostage. I am at (your) mercy. Make me pay for (my)sins, I am (your) whore.”

As it was happening, she could not believe the words that were coming from her mouth. It was as if she was possessed and it was Gerard that now possessed her completely. Somehow, the anonymity of the passions that overwhelmed her had taken her away to a place she was not going to be revisiting, and she felt safe in her surrender to this wicked, dirty fantasy.

She knew she couldn’t wait to tell Charles, but even if she left no detail unspoken, there was no way she could describe this escape, this surrender to which she was succumbing…at least not until she saw him face-to-face, and even then…could she? Would he understand the oblivion with which she had jumped into the volcano?

At least she did not have to worry about him witnessing her surrender. She was afraid he it might hurt him to see her so completely under the control of this handsome stranger whom she would undoubtedly not be seeing again, once she returned to south Florida.

Then again, it was Charles that had recommended that she experience the thrill of the infatuation of another person who made you feel worshipped, and wonderful. He had said that was his gift to her. How would he feel seeing his wife groveling before this Frenchman’s cock?

There is sanctuary in anonymity and it is much easier to lose yourself with someone who does not know you in the first place.

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