Jan 14 2018

It’s Not About You! The Need to be Revived.

‘It’s not about you…’ the words rolled painfully through her heart.  ‘It’s not about you failing me in any way. It’s not about you not loving me and showing me.’  Words she wanted to tell him but he had walked away. For whatever reason she was yet to figure out, he had walked away and disconnected.

Both shunned any trappings of drama. Life had enough of its own organic drama without stoking the fire and losing yourself and a relationship over misunderstandings. But sometimes you’re just moody. Sometimes there are too many changes and she had many of those recently.

She had lost her comfort. She had lost her oasis and what had been familiar for so long. Her emotions were wearing thin and to survive she kept pulling herself up from the land of the ‘unknown’ saying, ‘This will all be worth it in a few more months.’

She regretted nothing. And especially she didn’t regret him in her life. She loved him. Adored him, and above all wanted him!

But now she no longer felt safe with him. Safe enough to show him some weakness; any cracks in his image of her. He had been in a ‘lite’ mood for days and she needed his darkness. Out of her frustration and own space, she criticized his light.

She knew she was wrong before she ever typed the words. She knew she could be gentler in telling him what was needed from him. She knew that now…now that he had shut down, closed her out and walked away. But at that moment she didn’t feel gentle, kind or diplomatic…she wanted his rawness to make her feel something. His darkness to remind her of what they had and how that was all that mattered. So instead of appreciating the mood he was in, instead of showing him she loved how he loved her; she was sharp, cutting and he walked out feeling like a failure. Her cutting mood now replaced by fucking pain.

Alone in the dark, she curled up on the couch, wearing his robe. Her naked body trying to absorb his scent. Facing the back cushion, eyes closed she tried to console her aching heart by remembering his voice and touch. Wondering when he would find his way back to her.

She tried many times since he left to apologize; trying to explain, trying to touch him again. He was silent. Her texts went unread. Now in a fetal position, she laid with her heart crumbling. The words, “It’s not about you…” filling her thoughts.

She woke there on the couch with the morning light barely breaking through the curtained window. She felt his hand against her warm bare cunt and two fingers swiftly invading her. “Don’t fucking move or say a word,” he whispered abruptly in her ear.

He pushed her forward, pressed her face into the cushion and ripped his robe off her shoulders. He didn’t bother removing his commando jeans, just unzipped and pushed them down far enough to give room to enter her. She felt the fabric of his jeans moving across her bare thighs as his cock maliciously pulverize her cunt. His face, buried in her clavicle, teeth pressing into her flesh, her hair caught up in his grip twisting her face to the side. His hot breath against her neck. In his silence, she could feel his darkness, his raw passion … his pain from the slicing of her words.

Her body broke and flooded with his heat as he moved furiously reminding her that even in pain she belonged to him. As her orgasm shattered through her frame so did the plaguing of uncertainties. All that mattered was him and his seed filling her once again. All that was needed was the sound of his cavernous growl as his own uncertainties left and his breathing joined hers.

All that was needed was the reviving of what mattered…the reviving of the darkness they shared.

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Dec 27 2017

Emotional Baggage – Say You Won’t Let Go.

 

Emotional baggage. We all have it to some degree. And some even acquire it while in the womb. A single mother feels worried about providing; another mother finds herself in a violent relationship and is full of fear; another feels disconnected from a child she feels obligated to carry and that child is born with the emotional baggage of abandonment. Many things can be taken in and stored in the body, even then. Once born, life comes with all its opportunities to give us more challenges. This is how we grow, develop, learn.

Most emotional baggage can be worked out through different relationships and situations as you go through life if you’re paying attention and have the benefit of wise counsel. You hopefully learn how to release those pesky intruding gifts living inside your very cells hibernating, just waiting for a flare up!

You may also fool yourself into thinking your heart is solid because life has been calm for a while. You’ve found peace and you’ve managed to walk away easily from short-term relationships that in hindsight you chose for that very fact. You knew they would be short term. Which subconsciously equaled ‘no great emotional cost’ on your behalf. Not even tears came into play. In fact, you may have thought you had forgotten how to cry because it’d been so long since your heart was that open and vulnerable.

Then one comes along that you foolishly think is just another short-term to enjoy…but he unknowingly betrays you.

He instinctively knows and loves your soul. Some god awful gift of intuition, angel or spirit let him into the secret passageways of your heart and damn it if he doesn’t know just what to say and act to open locked and long forgotten doors. You remind yourself you’ve been asking for this. That somewhere deep in your heart, you’ve been yearning for this. But in the asking, you had forgotten the pain of past betrayals and violations and damn if those fucking things don’t raise their head without any permission from you.

You see something, hear something that rushes past that baggage and stirs up those old emotions in its wake and now words are flooding your heart… “This is only a game, he’s lying, don’t be fooled again, you don’t need this pain…” and on it goes.  And instead of shutting it down, recognizing who is speaking, you give it a place in your soul. You open your mouth…and the damage is done.

You then find that the pain of loving them, seeing them emotionally struggle because of you, makes you want to walk away because your emotional baggage may be too much. That their pain over yours is difficult for you to bare and you’d rather hurt in the familiarness of your own sorrow than see them suffer at your hand.

So you choose to walk away. To save them from the work you now know must be done. That emotional baggage that must be discovered and released from the depth of your cells.

Even so… there lies that voice inside your heart that pleads to the one you love… “Say you won’t let go.”

 

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Dec 19 2017

Rites of Passage Training – Sexual Energy.

Sexual energy. The strongest energy within our bodies. Tonight Eva would show Matt just how to harness that power.

Eva made Matt wait three weeks before she scheduled him to meet her and Jenna at the same hotel with the European decor that reminded her of Barcelona. She stood looking out the window and watched the hustle of urban Seattle ease as the day moved into evening.

Matt was scheduled to arrive first. The memories of other young men that had passed through that hotel lobby on their way to her world started to fill her thoughts. From her position, she could see them entering the hotel. She would watch as they paused before going through the revolving door, checking their attire and their reflection in the glass panels before walking through. A smile crossed her face when Adam came to mind. He had been her favorite. But more than that, he had brought her Matt. That boy … she thought to herself. Wondering if she would eventually keep him to herself.

Eva was thankful for Jenna. She had been a good student and beyond that had remained single and always willing to train a new man when the opportunity came along. Both Jenna & Anna were used in Adam’s training.  And as sometimes happened, Adam and Anna developed an energy between them that continued to grow.  Both were willing to participate in any pieces of training if needed. Being a part of Matt’s initial introduction was Adam’s idea.  Since that night Eva mapped out her strategy for Matt, choosing Jenna to effortlessly move the continuity of the training forward.

Tonight’s lesson would be on Sexual Energy. Eva’s favorite part of the training.

The ambiance of the room was set. Melodic music flowed from her laptop and two bottles of her favorite red plus three wine glasses sat on the coffee table. Matt was due to arrive at 7 pm and Jenna at 8 pm.

****

Matt stood staring at the revolving glass doors that would usher him into the hotel lobby. The past three weeks of waiting increased his hunger, questions and curiosity of what kind of training laid ahead for him. Adam had been no help when questioned multiple times of his training and what Matt was to expect. Everyone is different, buddy. It all depends on what kind of connection Eva has with you and how easy she’s able to read and determine what you really need to know. He offered nothing more. Matt assured himself that if what he saw in the changes with Adam, resulting now in his new relationship, was an indication of what might lie ahead… well he was ready. He took a deep breath, straighten his shoulders and walked forward into those changes.

****

Eva greeted Matt at the door to her room with a glass of red. “Come in Matt. You’re right on time.”  She stepped back and watched as he entered her domain and stood before her. She closed the door and handed him the glass of red. She had forgotten the warm feeling he was capable of stirring in her loins at the sight of him.

“You’ve been missed,” she smiled and meant it. Yes, she had missed him and a familiar flushing was now building between her breasts.

They sat on the cushions of the luxurious purple velvet high back couch lightly chatting about his day and drinking down the first glass of red. Well, Matt was drinking it down. Eva was sipping and watching Matt finally relax.

Eva patted the cushion separating them, “Come closer, Matt.”

Matt scooted his jean clothed bottom closer to her. She turned him more towards her and took his free hand in hers. She could still feel a bit of tenseness in his fingers and could almost predict his thoughts. When would his training start? What would be her first move? Her grabbing his hand…was this the beginning?  She smiled, flattened out his palm and started to trace his lifelines with her middle finger.

“Tonight is about learning to understand and master the role of sexual energy in your life.” She rested her palm on his, her fingers lightly wrapped around his thumb.

“Matt, sexual energy is the strongest natural energy we make, store and expend from our bodies. When used properly it keeps us happy, healthy and can even boost our immune system. This is not to be confused with lust. Lust is a part of that energy but only a part.

Lust is experienced when two people first meet. Their emotions are fueled by passion and romance but eventually, lust will disappear. It’s commonly called NRE. New Relationship Energy, involving heightened emotional, sexual feelings and excitement. It’s a chemical change in our bodies that actually helps to increase blood flow. We all seek this chemical reaction because it temporarily floods us with excitement, happiness, and fulfillment. The world tends to seem a bit brighter and problems lighter. What we need to understand is we all seek the sexual chemistry, excitement, pleasure, passion, but not all want sexual intimacy.”

Eva took the empty wine glass from Matt’s hand and placed it on the coffee table next to hers. She moved closer and this time took both of his hands in hers. Palms touching palms. She could feel the heat in her hands increase and hoped that he could feel it too.

“We each have an energy vibration and what we call connection to another being is the vibration of two energies flowing together in harmony. This training is to teach you to recognize your energy flowing and that of your partner’s, then blending the two together to create intimacy.

Sex is natural and good for you. As the hormone DHEA increases, tissues can be repaired and stress levels lowered when sexual energy is fully released. Love and intimacy bring healing to the human body. You’ll learn with Jenna tonight how to feel, how to touch and how to listen. You’ll learn to create intimacy.

You’ll start with the kiss. You’ll need to learn how to feel and listen with your lips. Your kiss will be your first taste of her. You’ll move your lips over her cheeks, forehead, down around her neck. You’ll learn how to feel like a blind man. You’ll feel with your lips the texture of her skin, its taste, you’ll discover the smell of her hair.”

She paused and moved closer. “Let me show you. Don’t move, close your eyes and only feel.”

Eva cradled Matt’s face in her hands, feeling the energy continuing to build as she brought his face to hers. Her lips brushed lightly against one cheek, passing over his lips to the other. Bending his head slightly down, she swept her lips over his forehead and slowly down, over his closed eyelids. One hand traced the outline of the bridge of his slightly crooked nose that she guessed was from some car or sporting accident. Down her fingers traveled now outlining his lips, she automatically wet her own as she leaned in cradling his head and brought her lips a hair’s breath from his own.

“Can you feel me, Matt?” she whispered against his opened lips. “Keep your eyes closed, breathe and feel me.”

She could feel the crackling of energy along their lips as her breath moved across his.  She couldn’t resist dipping her fingers into his eager mouth. His lips pulled them further in and his tongue ran along their sides. Eva’s stomach clawed at her spin as a brief thought surfaced to call off Jenna and tonight train Matt herself.  She instead whispered against his mouth, “Smoke and fire first ignite through a kiss.”

Eva slowly removed her fingers, “Jenna will be here in a few minutes. Remember what I have shown you. She knows what to do but she’ll follow your lead.” She reached for her glass of red and sat back on the cushion.

Matt sat still, eyes open and watched Eva’s mouth as she spoke.

“I want you to take your time. Touch without sight. Let both of your excitement grow.” She could see the arousal almost clouding him.

“And for tonight, no orgasm for either of you. It’s all about learning to feel, exchange and build the sexual energy.”

Eva thought for sure she heard Matt sigh…

If you missed the first installments and parts (5) of ‘Rites of Passage’ you can start here:
Rites of Passage ~ Part 1
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Dec 18 2017

e[lust] edition #101! ~ Enjoy

CandySnatchReview for Elust 101

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Welcome to Elust 101

The only place where the smartest and hottest sex bloggers are featured under one roof every month. Whether you’re looking for sex journalism, erotic writing, relationship advice or kinky discussions it’ll be here at Elust. Want to be included in Elust #102 Start with the rules, come back January 1st to submit something and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!

 

~ This Month’s Top Three Posts ~

Email from my ex-boy

Geography

Two’s Company, Three’s A Crowd

 

~ Featured Post (Molly’s Picks) ~

Why should we call ourselves sinners?
Repeated Patterns

~Readers Choice from Sexbytes ~

Fuck Yourself

 

*You really should consider adding your popular posts here too*
All blogs that have a submission in this edition must re-post this digest from tip-to-toe on their blogs within 7 days. Re-posting the photo is optional and the use of the “read more…” tag is allowable after this point. Thank you, and enjoy!

Erotic Fiction

The Red Chair ~ A Cuckold’s Story – Part 1
Caught Part 3: the punishment
Get up! Stand up!
Chastity Fiction: Aaron & Melissa

Body Talk and Sexual Health

The 39 Days
Do Not Delete

Thoughts and Advice on Kink & Fetish

Afflicted
Tooth and nail
Event Horizons
Bee’s Wax

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

Sex Q&A: An Adventure into Ass Play
She was poisoned by your utter indifference.
Orally Ambiguous

Poetry

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Erotic Non-Fiction

Walk in, beat him, leave
What Is My Dream Trying to Tell Me?
Thought of Her
The Biter

Elust 88

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Dec 15 2017

I need you Fucked Up! No…Seriously!

Fucked up! Yes… I need you genuinely fucked up but in a good way.

Not broken and damaged. There is a difference. Emotionally.

I’m not your therapist but I can be your healer. If you’re emotionally damaged and broken then you being fucked up has nothing to do with kink and perversion in my world. There are issues in your heart and soul that need to be addressed and a D/s relationship is not the place for that. Please seek professional help.

BUT…if you are stable in your heart and soul, maneuver successfully in the dynamics of living in society and are sexually wired in a way mainstream society declares as ‘abnormal’…then walk this way and let’s talk.

You see, for me, a relationship is all about the energy and connection that is unexplainably apparent between two people. I do not seek out certain kinks or roles. To me, it makes no difference if you are submissive or dominant. It makes no difference what kink or fetishes turns you on. Because if you turn me on; if your energy ignites my own, then it’s not necessarily what we do, but why.

What matters to me is what lives inside you. Why do you have the desires you have? What triggers your deepest needs and arousal? What are the images you see and the stories you read that include a scene that triggers a response that even at times takes you by surprise because your mind is saying, “What?” but your cock is suddenly hard, hot and dripping? Your homegrown programming battling the primal response that can no longer be ignored. That is what I need to explore with you. No matter how fucked up you think or say you are.

In my book: Helpless, Bound & Subject: Erotic Tales Inspired By Deviant/Naughty Men … about 60% of the book covers my relationship with a man I called Davod who for approximately 5 months of my life consumed me with his beautiful and genuine fucked up deviant ways.  His soul pierced the center of mine. His desires ignited a fire in my core that burned hot with need. The result of that relationship birthed his stories which contributed to the publishing of my first book.

Normally the ‘things’ I write about on their own do nothing for me. Because again, it’s all about the man and his ability to unfold his truth. Impact play, rope, sensuality, pegging and even some brutality…if there’s no connection, I’m done.

The men that find my attention offer me a piece of themselves that has not been offered before. Desires they normally find flat with anyone else. Desires they would never entertain or even consider doing for anyone. But suddenly with me, over time and because of trust they unfold a hidden section in their soul and find acceptance and maybe some healing for what they saw as shameful.

Call it the primal nature. Call it the raw truth. Call it humanity stripped from all pretense and seen as transparent, void of judgment and expectations. Call it absolute acceptance.

It’s what makes my heart beat and race. What wets my cunt and what, in my world, dreams are made of. What you may call your fucked up ways, I call your core. I call the beginning of unraveling your true humanity.

Give me the beast, the deviant, the perverted. He’ll come hungry, willing and thankful for an open space to run free.

And if we find an unexplained connection that runs deeper than our minds can comprehend…then we have both found a home. We have found our normal.

~ Vista


If you haven’t already, you can read about what I mean here: Helpless, Bound & Subject: Erotic Tales Inspired By Deviant/Naughty Men 

 

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Dec 02 2017

Top 100 Sex Blog 2017

 

Below are the Sex Blogs from Molly’s Daily Kiss, that made it onto the Top 100 Sex Blog list 2017!

 

October was a crazy busy month for me and I forgot about this list coming out and asking you for your support. I was pleasantly surprised to find that I had been nominated and made the list this year at spot 24.

So a big Thank You for your support and love!

Enjoy all the great blogs that are listed here for you to perv over!

Much love,

~ Vista


  1. Kayla Lords: A Sexual Being

I think once Kayla turns her mind to something she dedicates herself to it 110% and this year the result of that is that she has managed to secure herself the No.

1 spot on this list. Her writing is always excellent and her content is hugely varied, she writes fiction, personal essays and thought pieces, as well as advice and reviews. She is an amazing resource for anyone looking for content about D/s relationships and I think she is absolutely deserved winner of this year’s No.1 spot.

  1. Temperatures Rising

Mrs Fever appeared at No.10 on last year’s list. She is an absolute wordsmith in my opinion. Her writing is intelligent, thought-provoking, sexy and passionate and I am constantly drawn back into her blog to get lost in her world of words.

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  1. Girly Juice

Kate has absolutely earned her place in the top ten this year in my opinion. She is a talented and exciting writer and her blog is well designed and structured and in my opinion she is absolutely brilliant at what she does.

  1. Pain as Pleasure

This is a first since I have been doing the list; a blog going from the ‘new voices’ section straight into the top ten but Bibulousone has done exactly that. I find his writing utterly enthralling. He tackles the complexities of his life and relationship situation with a raw honesty that is both fascinating and addictive reading.

  1. Rebel’s Notes

Rebel’s blog continues to be of a consistently high standard both in the content she produces and in the layout and design of her site. This year has been a tough year for her dealing with her Mother’s illness and passing but she is not one to shy away from writing about tricky difficult issues and the honesty she brings to her writing is something to be admired.

Follow her on Twitter: @Rebelsnotes

  1. Not So Sex in the City

This was a new discovery for me on last year’s list and one I have continued to enjoy throughout the year. She is writer with a compelling style. She can make you laugh, cry and get turned on and sometimes that is all in one post.

  1. Pandora Blake

Over the years Pandora Blake’s blog has changed and evolved alongside their own personal and professional evolution. As a result the content currently reflects their extensive work on fighting porn censorship in the UK and their blog is a hugely valuable resource for both those producing adult content and those consuming it not just in the UK but worldwide.

  1. Scandarella

Damn can this woman write a short story! Her blog is a mixture of reviews, personal essays and fiction and it is all extremely well written but her story telling is some of the best around and why she has not published an anthology of sexy wicked stories is a mystery to me.

  1. The Beautiful Kind

Kendra is one of the blogs which I was reading even before I started blogging. In fact she is a very small group of bloggers who definitely had a role to play in inspiring me to start my own blog. Over the years her story has been complex, difficult and inspirational and she has shared it all on her blog in her perfectly candid style.

  1. Red Hot Suz

And in at number 10 we have the awesome Suz. Her blog is a fabulous mix of well crafted sex toy reviews, thought pieces and personal essays that explore a large variety of sex related topics.

11 Love Hate Sex Cake @LoveHateSexCake
12 Tabitha Rayne @tabithaerotica
13 Little Switch Bitch @_littlesbitch
14 Bex Talk Sex @bextalkssex
15 Cara Thereon @thereon_cara
16 Denying Thumper @thumperMN
17 Domina Jen @DominaJen
18 Cara Sutra @thecarasutra
19 Hey Epiphora @epiphora
20 Innocent Loverboy @innocentlb
21 Emmeline Peaches Reviews @EmmelinePeaches
22 Poly . Land @polydotland
23 The Big Gay Review @thebiggayreview
24 Sexual Destinies @victoriavista1
25 The Other Livvy @theotherlivvy
26 Candy Snatch @CandysReviews
27 Miss Scarlet Writes @MissScarletUK
28 Grind N Throb N/A
29 Modesty Ablaze @ablazingmodesty
30 Ninja Sexology @ninjasexology
31 By Aurora Glory @AuroraGloryBlog
32 Miss Eve E. @MissEveBlogs
33 Holden and Camille @holden_cammie
34 Teachers Have Sex @teachershavesex
35 My Trickle Trunk @mytickletrunk
36 Wriggly Kitty @wriggly_kitty
37 Princess Previews @PrincessPreview
38 Ann St vincent @AnnStVincent
39 Happy Come Lucky @ht_honey
40 Exposing 40 @exposing40
41 Cleareyed Girl @_Masterseye
42 Random Red Rose @randomredrose
43 Joanne’s Sex Machine and Sex Toy Reviews @joannesreviews
44 Kitten Boheme @kittenboheme
45 Victoria Blisse @victoriablisse
46 Jerusalem Mortimer: Between the Lines @JaimeMortimer
47 Rabbit in Chains @Rabbit_InChains
48 Poly Love & Sex @CPoly69
49 Floss Does Life @_floss_84
50 Sex is My New Hobby @SexIsMyNewHobby
51 Sex Matters @more_matters
52 The Redhead Bedhead @JoEllenNotte
53 Horny Geek Girl @hornygeekgirl
54 A Shared Wife @ASharedWife
55 Mary Q Confesses @maryqconfesses.com
56 Marvelous Darling @marvydarling
57 La Taverne Du Captain @captain_review
58 A to sub Bee @sub_bee
59 subs missives @Sum1Sub
60 Suggestive @suggestive
61 Cooler Than A Glass Dildo @NatandTom_
62 Not Just Bitchy N/A
63 Oh Gush @_ohgush_
64 Krystal Minx @BisexualMinx
65 Mx Nillin @mxnillin
66 Minxy & Caged @minxyandcaged
67 The Ins and Outs of Erika Lynae @erika_lynae
68 Collared Mom @CollaredMom
69 You Won’t Tame this Sassy Cat @sassycat38
70 Sex, Death Rock’n’roll @violetfenn
71 Le Journal @Little_xsecret
72 Mischa Eliot @mischa_eliot
73 Exhibit A @EA_unadorned
74 The Casquetero Files N/A
75 Backwoods Bedroom @bkwoodsbedroom
76 Maria Open’s Up @MSM1647
77 Sexologist Vixenne @DrVixenne
78 Miss Ruby Reviews @MissRubyReviews
79 Echo Explores @EchoExplores
80 Ina Morata @InaMorataWriter
81 Miss Jezebella @Miss_Jezebella
82 Cammies on the Floor @cammiesonfloor
83 Fiesty Fox Films @feistyfoxfilms
84 Dr. J @DoctorJAuthor
85 Emmanuelle de Maupassant @EmmanuelledeM
86 Poly Role Models N/A
87 Malflic @malflic
88 China Doll 320 @ChinaDoll320
89 F Dot Leonora @fdotleonora
90 Livvy Libertine @Livvy_Libertine
91 Life of Elliot @ElliottHenry5
92 My Sex Life with Lola N/A
93 Asrai Devin @asrai
94 stretchingcandi N/A
95 SweeteN Dirty @Sweeten_Dirty
96 Male Chastity Journal N/A
97 Chronic Sex @chronicsexchat
98 Dildo or DilDont N/A
99 Nicci Haydon @niccihaydon

100. YOU! The last spot is for the all the other awesome sex bloggers out there. It is just not possible to include everyone, I relied on the nominations to gather the list and I am sure there are people missing, but this place is for you because every single one of you counts and contributes towards this community.

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Nov 24 2017

Sweet Boy – Hidden Hunger – Dark Desires.

Sweet boy. Where do I start in describing the wonder of your surrender to me?

I know you’ve been with others…probably many others. I look at you and imagine all who have knelt before your groin as you smiled at the blessing of your endowment. But now you stand naked before me. As gorgeous as your male member may be…it’s not what impresses me.

Your smooth skin tone, firm muscles and cock hungry, dripping with anticipation…impressive. But even more, is knowing what it wants, needs and yet willing to wait. Waiting to see how I’ll train it to my touch.

Your surrender and trust … that’s what makes me ache inside. Your innocence given to me as a gift. Yes, your innocence. What I’m after has never been recognized in you before. Your physical appearance is what drew me to you…what’s buried inside you keeps me there.

Your eyes learning to see, to express and tell me about your darkest desires. Your heart reacting and revealing through your eyes, before your brain can form the words, that hidden hunger that keeps you awake at night as you lie in bed in the midnight hours. Those moments as sleep starts to set in and your subconscious lays to slumber your conscious mind to show you what lives inside your soul. Every memory, thought, deed and motivation recorded; affecting your waking life. Not just your dreams.

We’ll mine for those together.

Your body waking, reaching for my touch as my hands travel along your flesh. Heated anticipation waiting for the softness of my fingers to move along the meridians of your body and soul; stirring and awakening the depth of your truth.

You learning the craft of quieting your mind, releasing the programming of your past…your eyes opened and seeing in a way foreign, until now.

Yes, Sweet boy…an innocence that will have the engraving of my name, the resonance of my voice and the fragrance of my essence.

All this wonder waiting for me as I approach you.

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Nov 21 2017

The Red Chair ~ A Cuckold’s Story – Conclusion

Alexa had never been so completely consumed. Tyler pulled her mouth to his kissing her softly while his hands squeezed her lavish breasts and tugged at her hardened nipples. In a few strokes, she began to swell in wetness and find her rhythm.  Tyler swiftly wrapped his arms around her, turning her in a moment to her back.  Her body cried out to him, yearned for him and easily responded to his touch as his cock slowly slipped out and his hands mauled her body.  She forgot about Ron and the secret room as she released all her being into this young man who intrigued her with his presence. She didn’t care about anything but the moment and the shifting of their bodies as they moved together finding pleasure in every touch, kiss, and caress. His fingers found every sensitive spot in her cunt. His mouth and tongue intuitively knew the heightened sensitivity of her clit as he grazed it expertly across its nub. In no time her thighs clenched his head in place as her orgasm built and rushed over her, his tongue and lips finally resting against her soaked slit. Her fingers unconsciously tangled in his thick, black, curly hair. “Fuck…” The word slowly leaving her mouth as she drank in every bit of the chemicals of bliss washing over her.

Tyler pleased, looked up and smiled. Through her hazy eyes, he looked edible. 

“Damn it, come here!” Alexa barked, grabbing his head and pulling him back up to her mouth tasting her juices spread across his face. “My turn,” she said, kissing him deeply, then moving her body down to his erect neglected cock. Her tongue circled its weeping head. Her lips moved down his glorious chocolate shaft, tongue continuing to swirl until her nose was buried in his curly, dense pubic hair that smelled like lavender.  She gloried in his texture and found the taste of his flesh and the drippings of his precum heaven as she continuously took his girth fully in her mouth, enjoying how he moved and responded to her pleasuring.

“Enough,” Tyler deeply growled, turning and pressing her to her stomach, entering her from behind; his hands firmly on her hips as he pumped what he’d been holding back all night. He wanted to fill and mark every fold inside her tight cunt. He thought he’d almost break through to her womb if he pounded any harder. He did his best to pace himself until she moved ‘just so’ that made them both let out a guttural cry as they came and collapsed together. Tyler lying on top of Alexa, each one exhausted.

Ron sat rigidly and uncomfortably in the Red Chair. His emotions were an entanglement of humiliation, fear, jealousy, excitement, love, and lust. His mood soared from the depth of despair to the euphoria and exhilaration of ecstasy.  His fantasy had been to watch the woman he loved being fucked by a younger man. Yet, he was finding now it was not that simple. When he had first suggested that it would excite him if Alexa was more flirtatious she had balked and told him that she would only feel comfortable to a small degree of flirtation. That was several months ago. Now their “play” had evolved to this: her bringing a gorgeous young stud to the studio and being fully fucked right in front of his lusting eyes.  He was now ready for the carousel to stop. It was time to get off the ride. “Alexa” he whispered. “Alex!” he said louder, but all he could hear through the small speakers above the room were the sounds of the couple on the bed before him.

Minutes passed. Tyler and Alexa continued to kiss, touch; their hands intimately roaming over the other’s body. Alexa found herself again with her fingers around his beautiful cock. She loved the contrast of his dark golden skin against her pale flesh. She entwined her warm body around him thinking of chocolate swirls in vanilla ice cream.    

“What are you smiling about? Who said you could smile?” Tyler laughed.

She licked his forearm, “I was thinking we’d make a great vanilla-fudge sundae.” She continued to lick him until he wrestled her to her back. There was a closeness and ease that neither had expected to find. With their hands interlaced they drifted off to sleep.

Ron now sat as far back in the chair as he could. His cock had strained, grown and ached for release. But strangely it wouldn’t cum. He felt a wave of exhaling releasing from his body and realized tears were streaming down his face. He ached to be with Alex, just steps away from him, yet a world away, with her new young lover on this makeshift stage supposedly for his enjoyment. He felt pangs of regret and remorse over sharing his deep lifelong need with Alex. He saw that her lust and passion had spilled over into emotion and that she kissed the boy with such feeling that he might never get her back. They now laid asleep. Might she not just wake the boy, send him on his way so that she would come to me, release the cuffs and take me in her arms?

Alexa had dozed off for only a few minutes. She felt Tyler’s kisses on her neck and her right hand massaging his thigh then finding his cock again. To her shock, he was fully erect. While her fingers fondled his shaft she suddenly remembered the secret room.

“OMG!” she panicked. “I’ve been so lost in the moment that I completely forgot about Ron”…..she thought.  She squeezed Tyler’s cock and whispered in his ear. “Babe, give me just a few minutes, please? I must visit the bathroom. I’ll be right back, ok?” Tyler kissed her and closed his eyes again. Alexa rolled herself off the bed and reached for a thin red robe behind the door.  She walked through the small studio, passed the bath and out the small side door.

Ron was sitting in the chair half dozing when he heard the door open behind him. Alexa quietly came to him and kissed his forehead. He could smell the fragrance of sex and wanted to devour her. “Alex! Thank god. Is he gone?” he asked almost pleading. 

“No darling,” motioning to the bed on the other side of the glass. Alexa smiled and kissed him again.

“Did you love it?” she asked.

“Yes, yes. It was so hot.” Ron admitted but failing to tell her of the pain and agony he was feeling at seeing her emotional passion for the boy. “But you still love me. Right? Alex…can you undo these now”? he begged. 

Alexa half turned to the glass facing the bed. Tyler laid appearing to be asleep, yet his fingers slowly stroking his hungry cock.  She turned back to Ron. “Honey, I know you would like a little more, yes? I’m sorry, but I must have him in me, one more time. You do understand. I know you do.”  

Ron felt an instant drop in his heart. “Oh my god please Alex, this is torturing me. I need us to be together… now.” he pleaded.

She could see tears forming in his eyes. She glanced back at the window. “I’ll be fast…” She kissed Ron again on his forehead and without finishing her sentence was gone again. 

With his heart broken but not able to look away, Ron watched from behind the glass as his wife took full advantage of the young lover she had captured for the night. She delighted in the full service of his cock and Ron’s heart sunk lower as he witnessed the ease in which she offered herself up to him in the manner familiar to lovers.

Ron’s cock was entirely engorged but not fulfilled. He almost cursed its reaction. The ache in his heart, along with his sadness and loneliness had long quashed his passion. He knew he would never be the same.  She owned him now, in every way. 

It was early morning. Ron could see the predawn light through the studio windows looking out across the pool. The candles in the bedroom had burned completely out and the couple on the bed stirred.  At least now he would leave and Alexa would come for him.  

Tyler woke, got up and picked up his jeans as if to put them on, then dropped them and walked toward the bathroom. A few minutes later he was back in the bedroom slowly picking up his clothes while looking at Alexa sleeping, curled up on the bed. Before dressing he went to her and kissed her softly. Half asleep she kissed him back. She playfully reached to touch his semi-hard cock and in doing so triggered him again. He dropped his clothes and crawled back into the bed.  Much to Ron’s dread.

An hour passed and Alexa woke to full morning sunlight shining into the beautiful bedroom. Tyler was gone but a note was by the bed on the nightstand. “Loved it Alex, can’t wait to do it again. Soon! Kisses, Tyler.” She smiled, and could still smell his glorious aroma.  She rose and pulled on the robe from beside the bed. She walked to the mirror and smiled, hoping that Ron was awake.

The door to the secret room opened and she found him there, his cock now soft and smaller than it had once appeared. She woke him with a kiss. 

“Good morning love. I hope you enjoyed yourself last night.”

To Ron’s amazement, Alexa reached into a small pocket on the left side of the Red Chair. She withdrew a key. The key to the bondage cuffs. It had been there all along. He could have unlocked himself at any time! Releasing him, she took his hand and he stood up stiff from a night of sitting in the chair. She reached down and pulled on his flaccid cock. “Come with me, darling,” she said, “we’re going to our own room. We’ll cuddle, talk and I’ll answer any questions … after I get a good nap.”

Ron said nothing. Happy that the night was over and the new day brought them back together again. He loved her. She was the one woman who could take him to this place of pain, pleasure and eventual satisfaction. She’d brought him full circle from his past to the present. The one person he could depend on to give him everything he needed to survive.  She owned him. He was her slave, servant and submissive. And she, his home in an emotionally chaotic world.

Ron knew that this seminal moment, with this young man in her bed, was only the beginning. That her own cravings would lead to an ever-increasing spiral of encounters and events. He would be helpless to stop the storms that were on the horizon. Would they destroy each other or would their tumult be the most exciting adventure of their lives? 

Ron pondered these things as he followed Alexa to the emotional safety of their own bed.

Note:
This is a story that I started 5 years ago when I was in a cuckold relationship. (I wasn’t looking for a cuckold, nor am I now.) I realize there are many scenarios in this dynamic depending on the couple involved. This story characterizes our story. It took 5 years to come back to this story and write/finish it without any emotional strings attached to blur the story.
A cuckold relationship can be an emotional war zone for those not whole and prepared to deal with the deep emotional baggage that can possibly surface. My ‘Ron’ is now living a vanilla life. I’m happy he has found a balance that works for him. The well was too deep for him to dwell in. We are friends forever.
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