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
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.

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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Nov 19 2017

e[lust] edition #100! ~ Enjoy

Photo courtesy of Wriggly Kitty

Welcome to Elust 100

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 #101 Start with the rules, come back December 1st to submit something and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!


~ This Month’s Top Three Posts ~

He’s Out of My League

Pink Hair, Don’t Care!

I’m a feminist but…

~ Featured Post (Molly’s Picks) ~

Pain Sluts and Brain Squirrels

His Car Keys

~Readers Choice from Sexbytes ~


*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!

Writing About Writing

Why Financial Disclosures Matter on Your Blog

Erotic Fiction

An American Werewolf in London
The Spider and the Fly

Body Talk and Sexual Health

Over exposed?

Erotic Non-Fiction

Mirror Image
Return to Position, Part 1
One Present Moment
Edgy Morning
The Date-Aversary Continues
The Smell, Taste and Love of Chocolate.



Thoughts & Advice on Kink & Fetish

Asking can be sexy too!
Soaring in Space
Age Play
Stroke of luck

Sex News, Opinion, Interviews, Politics & Humor

Adult Content on Patreon
Censorship on Share our Shit Saturday
#SSoS Sharing for the Win

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

#iTalkSex Why I Talk Sex
Radical Acceptance In Relationships
So… ghosting is an acceptable thing now
What giving a collar means to me


Reflections on us and the blog


Elust 88

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Nov 17 2017

The Red Chair ~ A Cuckold’s Story – Part 3

Ron sat in the Red Chair his hand cuffed to the left arm following Alexa’s instructions implicitly. The attention to detail being one of his strong characteristic traits. By 11:45 he was settled into position. He sat uncomfortably erect even though the chair itself was comfortable, he found it the best position to hold.  Now, nearly 12:30, he was in a state of anxiety over where Alexa might be, what she was doing and with whom. As he sat in the dimly lit secret room, Ron stared into the one-way glass of the bedroom suite. The room lit only by a small glowing night lite next to the bed. It was enough light that he could see everything. 

Even though the circular driveway approached the main house and he couldn’t see an arriving car, Ron knew he would hear the familiar sound of Alexa’s tires on the gravel leading to the garage.  He sat, transfixed on that spot, waiting for the sound of one singular car, Alexa’s, to come into range.

As he sat waiting, memories of the old house and the original Red Chair started to flood his mind.

He was 13, back in his old bedroom. It was late and he heard noises coming from the living room. He realized his mother must have come home from work. He quietly slipped out of bed and cautiously walked down the hall. As he remembered rounding the corner Ron started sweating seeing clearly the burly man who had his mother, naked leaning against the couch, his pants dropped to his ankles and taking her from behind. He seemed like a beast to Ron and turned when he heard Ron’s foot creak on a loose board on the old wooden floor.

“What the fuck you staring at boy!” He yelled with fire and the look of murder in his eyes. “You want to see so bad…” 

The beast tossed his mother to the side, stepped out of his pants and darted toward Ron. Before he knew it Ron was grabbed and thrown into the nearby Red Chair.  His body seemingly paralyzed with fear. He sat there unable to move as he watched the beast rush back to his mother that was weeping on the couch. The rest he blocked out as if he left his body. The only memory that lingered was the cocktail of emotions that ran through his young core flipping on feelings and sensations that he subconsciously chased ever since. 

No matter how hard he tried, from then on as he heard men visiting his mother at night, in the small old house with paper thin walls, he couldn’t help but quietly listen as he masturbated his utilitarian cock and pretended he was watching. He loved her and wondered what they were doing to make her sound the way she did. As the growth spurts came and Ron started to tower over other boys he became a strong athlete, a good one and excelled at his studies. But he knew that smoldering beneath the studious exterior was his desire to watch when it came to pleasing a woman. As he matured he took on the dominant role with his prey and the relationships all ended with him loaning out his women to his friends. No one knew what truly drove his desires until he met Alexa.

Ron jerked hearing a noise and realized he must have dozed off. He was awakened by the sound of tires on gravel and excitedly anticipated Alexa’s coming to kiss and free him from the now irritating manacle. He heard the car door slam and thought he heard steps toward the studio, but then they stopped. He was keenly aware that she had stopped coming to him. Suddenly Ron heard the sound of another set of tires slowly rolling up the gravel driveway. He instantly felt a tinge of jealousy. Who was this? Then the car stopped, a door shut and he could hear low voices, whispers, and laughter. His anxiety grew, as his cock began to stir.

Alexa and Tyler leaned against the BMW kissing. Tyler’s lips were soft and melted into hers. Alexa loved the feel of his tight body as he pressed himself against her.  She could feel his cock hardening against her belly as he stood nearly half a foot taller than her 5’6” frame. She could have stayed just like that and not make any decisions but knowing that Ron was waiting brought her back to the reality before her. Tyler was there, ready and every hormone inside her screamed to take him…now!

She pulled back. “Ok, now listen carefully,” she said, standing a few inches from him. “We must be very quiet and not wake Ron, sleeping in the house. I built this studio back by the pool, for…some quiet and private time …you know, to recharge and get inspired. I’ll take you there.”  She gave him a playful smile, took his hand and led him across the grass to the patio, then down to the front door of the studio. Upon entering she had Tyler sit on the couch in the cozy living room.

“Give me a few moments love as I see to making sure all things are ready for you to…” her voiced trailed off as she ran her hand along his warm cheek, “… to relax and enjoy the evening. You are my guest and the rule of this household is to make sure all the needs of our guests are attended to…in detail.”

Tyler grabbed her hand, “Shall I make a list of my needs for you?” He asked enjoying the drawn-out game she seemed to be playing.

Alexa brought his hand up to her mouth and draped it over her nose to smell the scent of his pheromones. Intoxicating… She thought.

She said nothing more and went about turning on soft music, lighting candles in each room, and turning on the small gas fireplace in the lavish bedroom.  She pulled a bottle of fine brandy from the little bar in the living room and expertly poured two “snifters” halfway full and handed one to Tyler. The warmth from the brandy brushed away any doubts about Tyler being what she wanted. 

“I’ll be just a sec,” said Alexa, and disappeared into the bedroom.

She walked directly to the floor to ceiling mirror and smiled into the glass, knowing it was true torture for the man on the other side. Smiling into the mirror she called out to the young man; “Tyler baby, can you come in and help me, please”?  

As Tyler entered the candlelit bedroom he found a beautiful king bed arrayed with pillows of every kind and the comforter fully pulled back leaving the fresh 800 thread count Egyptian sheets laying bare awaiting their visitors.

Alexa turned her back to Tyler and faced the mirror again.  “Baby, can you please unzip the back of my dress?” 

Tyler strolled up behind her admiring the floor to ceiling mirror and her reflection.  He placed both hands on her shoulders, moved her dark hair away from her neck and kissed along its curve, his hands sliding in front to cradle both of her full breasts.

“Look straight into the mirror for me darling, I want to see how badly you want me.” Alexa wanting to move Ron to his next level of discomfort; imagining him almost pressing his nose against the glass.

She stared into the mirror her eyes glassy from the liquor and the building of the moment. Tyler continued to massage her breasts with one hand as he unzipped her dress with the other. The dress fell to the floor revealing her standing naked before him and the man behind the mirror.

“Now you,” Alexa said turning and reaching up to start unbuttoning his tailored shirt. His hands continued to roam over her toned, naked frame as she methodically released each button. She then walked behind him and slowly removed the shirt from his shoulders and back. He stood as a dark golden warrior before the mirror, proud and accustomed to his magnificent presence.

Alexa paused, wanting Ron to take it all in, then reached around and unzipped his form-fitting jeans, peeling them down over his waist and hips revealing the un-briefed hefty cock springing forth for freedom.  It’s dark phallic image glisten in the candlelit room. A puddle of precum already starting to form at his feet. She slipped her right hand along the tip gathering his drippings and smoothed it down his erect shaft. Both Tyler and Alexa stared at their images in the mirror. Alexa barely able to contain herself as her hand clenched his shaft as hard as her cunt was aching for him.

Tyler pulled Alexa onto the bed and kissed her passionately and expertly. He held her face in his hands, softly kissed her lips, then her neck, all the while her hands sought to wrap her fingers around the generous gift being offered. He laid on his back with pillows supporting him into a half sitting position. His cock stood straight up; a giant thick rod protruding from his crotch.  Alexa climbed up and carefully positioned the head of the monster right at the opening of her now soaking slit. As the tip of his cock slid inside she gave a quick inhale and then exhale to enable her walls to expand to accommodate his length and girth.  She felt it slipping in deeper until she was fully stretched and the head was pressing at the opening of her cervix.

Ron’s nose and cock were against the glass as he strained to see the massive member now lost inside his wife. From the hidden microphones in the bedroom to the tiny speakers beside the Red Chair he could hear every movement, every breath, every word, every whisper, and every kiss.  His anxiety soared. His fear, jealousy, anger, and humiliation escalated. How could he ever live up to this? She would forever consider him ‘small’ compared to this strong, virile, handsome young man. He knew he couldn’t compete. The idea had been for her to bring someone home and quickly dispense with him. But now it appeared that she was lost in a trance with this well-endowed man who kissed her passionately and seemed to take her entire heart right in front of him.

Ron watched for any sign that he was crossing her mind at all.  Long moments passed and she no longer looked his way. She was lost in the lust and the passion of the moment with her new lover.

Ron’s cock strained and ached as he wondered if she’d ever touch him again. 

The Red Chair ~ A Cuckold’s Story – Conclusion

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Nov 14 2017

The Red Chair ~ A Cuckold’s Story – Part 2

On the way to the club, Alexa’s mind wandered to the image of Ron waiting for her later in the red chair.  Her heart filled with mischief thinking of the gift she left for him that would seal and commence the reality of promises that up to now had only been to him fantasies.  She smiled and felt the rush and heat of lust run through her core as she thought of the perfect man she had met to bring those fantasies into reality. Tyler.

Alexa arrived at the club and was quickly greeted by her friends Chloe and Olivia.  Chloe, 59, the statuesque blonde and Olivia, 50, the petite brunette and physical ‘twin’ of Alexa. Two longtime friends from their modeling days that always accompanied Alexa on evenings of deviance and shared similar taste in men.  All three women drew men to their side of all ages. They shared a joy of living, a lust for life and as predators; a confidence to enter the dens of their choice.

The club was packed and no seats available at the bar but Olivia had gotten there early enough to snare a corner booth at the back of the lounge, nearest to the men’s room. It was her favorite spot, for all night long the parade of men, young and old would pass by and gaze adoringly at the three lovely ladies. The average age of men in the club was mid 20’s to mid 40’s, with a sprinkling of men in their 50’s, which was why the three girls loved it so much. Soon they were drinking, dancing and well on their way to a night of delights and possibilities.

At a little past 10:30, the girls were dancing, and enjoying the parade of beautiful men who had already passed by their table when Alexa noticed Tyler sitting at the bar watching them. Tyler; tall, dark-skinned, perhaps with a mixture of African-American and Persian, (she never bothered to ask) with beautiful light brown eyes and an essence dripping with confidence that filled the room with his provocative presence. His stylish jeans fit tightly along his firm legs and as he turned to pick up his drink she could see the curve of his perfect ass.  He wore a beautiful longsleeved white silk dress shirt, open-collared that draped perfectly along his athletic frame. Alexa had met Tyler at one of the many health food bars she often visited after a workout at her gym. He was in line when they struck up a conversation over smoothies and protein that turn to the many reasons ‘protein’ was important for the body…’daily’…best served fresh and warm.  The conversation lasted late into the afternoon and the date for Friday night was made. 

Alexa finished her dance, went to the booth and pulled her cell phone out of her purse. She knew about now Ron would be panicked and have the overwhelming feeling of being alone and abandoned. As strong as he came across to those who knew him in the world as a powerful and highly successful businessman that filled any room with his 6′ 2″ and 200 lb frame, she knew the crack in his armor. Even though the thought of the possibility that she might bring a man home was thrilling for him…not knowing the details of the evening as it progressed would fill him eventually with torment and insecurity. She smiled to herself at the power she had over him, which included the power to make him instantly hard by thinking of her wild need for crazed passion and encounters with men half her age.  She looked down and saw the pleading text he had left 30 minutes prior,  “Are you there? Alexa? I need you.”  She could feel the strength of his panic emitting from her phone.

She texted back “Just dancing, love and having a good time. Will be home soon. You be a good boy and maybe you’ll get a surprise. Just open the present I left for you on the bedroom Armoire.”

Ron quickly found the small bag in the bedroom.  It was adorned with a red bow and small tag that simply read, “For your use in the Red Chair”.  Although he was not sure that Alexa would go through with anything tonight, he was emotionally torn and excited at the prospect of sitting in the chair and masturbating while watching, if she did indeed dare to bring a man home. He opened the box. There was a pair of leather bondage cuffs and a note.  

“Ron, if you want to see me at all tonight you will do exactly as I say. At Midnight, you will sit down, completely naked, in the Red Chair. You will take your left hand and clasp one handcuff over your wrist and lock it, then you will lock the other cuff to the arm of the chair. And then…wait. Note that having even your one hand, cuffed will cause a bit of discomfort. Just wiggle that sweet ass of yours from side to side and all should be well.”

“And then…wait.”  Was this all for play, all for the tease, all for fun? Ron thought. Even with her building blatant behavior during the week, and hearing her tell of her tales, it would not be the same as being there.  Was he really ready to see her with another man? 

Back at the club the three women were seated and laughing when suddenly the cocktail waitress arrived with a bucket of ice and a bottle of Dom Perignon champagne. “Do you realize what this costs these days?” remarked Chloe. The three girls were used to having men buy their drinks, but sending a bottle of Dom Perignon was unique. Just then Tyler walked their way.  Alexa cleared her throat knowing the time had come to reveal her newest prey to her friends. 

He walked straight toward them, his eyes beautiful and smoldering directly into Alexa’s. She felt her naked thighs press against her bare pussy, underneath the black cocktail dress. As he reached the table she opened her mouth to say “hello” but he smiled, turned and passed by on his way to the men’s room. It perplexed Alexa and left her off-balance. WTF…was her first thought. Chloe and Olivia stared at her puzzled. Alexa simply shrugged her shoulders wondering what game he was up to. 

A few minutes later the cocktail waitress brought a fourth glass to the table. “Who is this glass for?” asked Olivia.

“Why it’s for the young man who just passed by your booth. He bought the champagne and said he knew you and was coming back to drink it with you!” She answered surprised they didn’t know.

She walked away as Tyler returned, smiled at all three and stood next to Alexa’s side of the booth. “Ladies. I’d love to join you if you don’t mind.” Hearing his smooth baritone voice brought back the feeling that grabbed her attention back when they first met. The sense of floating in a smooth hypnotic sea of bliss. 

Alexa scooted over to give room for Tyler to sit. “Tyler this is Chloe and Olivia my two closest friends. Girls…” She turned to look at him, “This is Tyler.” 

He poured himself some champagne and raised his glass, “What shall we drink to”?

Alexa answered, “I always drink to Faster Horses, Younger Men, Older Whiskey and More Money”.  She winked the ‘old tried and true’ toast to her friends. 

Alexa shared with her friends how she met Tyler; dropped hints of their conversation that lasted into the afternoon and that she had told him where they’d be that night.  Also her invitation that if he had nothing else planned and wanted to stop by to say hello, please do. Knowing Alexa well, Chloe and Olivia made some polite small talk and then gladly accepted dance invitations to leave Alexa with her new boy.

Once alone, Tyler leaned in and kissed her fully on her lips. “I’ve been wanting to do that since I met you and more so since watching you from the bar.” 

His warm lips were full and smooth. They seemed to fold into her own and know instinctively how to kiss them. Her mind momentarily flashed on Ron waiting at home as her body was saying ‘fuck it’ and fell deep into his arms that were pulling her tighter into him.  Her body was taking over in an almost ‘homecoming fashion’ in its desire to unite with him. In the same movement, she felt his fingers find the hem of her skirt, just above the knees, and he slid his fingers to just an inch of her simmering pussy. Alexa grabbed his hand to stop it moving any further. Her head in an almost entrancing state. 

“Whoa…” she paused to get her head clear. “That’s enough for now.” She instructed, looking him straight in his eyes. It had been a long time since she felt this kind of pull toward a man. The kind that her body was saying, I know him and want him again. There was a natural feel with him. She felt it from their first meeting and now it was even stronger. Maybe it’s the alcohol. She told herself wanting to be in denial.

After a few dances, Chloe and Olivia were back and Alexa checked her phone for the time…11:30.

“Girls I need to leave. I promised Ron I would be home at midnight.” She looked at Tyler, her body wanting to drag him with her, her mind confused about the pull she felt towards him. My gawd, but he’s beautiful, she thought. Could she, will she bring him home to the studio?

Alexa rose and headed for the exit, Tyler followed close behind. When she reached her car she felt his breathing right behind her neck, just before he kissed her there. She stood still arguing with herself about what to do? She didn’t want to leave Ron waiting or disappoint him. Suddenly Tyler had his arms around her from behind. Her back was still to him and he was pressed close against her, almost bending her forward so that she felt a large long thick protrusion against her ass. I knew he’d be hung, she thought and sighed with excitement and part dread. This is not getting any easier… 

Alexa turned to say “no”, but when he kissed her she melted back into his arms. His hand was on her ass and his other slipped his palm upon her exposed breast through the opening in her dress squeezing its fullness. Then he gently pulled down the top of her dress and dropped to suckle her aching nipple. He rose again; his hard throbbing cock against her belly.

“Stop, stop, stop”, she pleaded and to her surprise, he did.

“Listen,” she said, “I am living with a man I love and he’s at home, waiting for me, some distance from here. I must leave. However… we have recently built an adjacent studio, and if you would like to follow me, I would be willing to arrange for you a comfy bed just for tonight.” At least this buys me some time to think. Alexa reasoned. 

He brought his mouth to her ear, “Will you be in that bed?”

Tyler smiled at the idea. She was inviting him to her home, to her “guest house” to her studio….in order to sneak away and experience him even though her husband or boyfriend or whatever was right there in the main house, just steps away. I’m game…and intrigued. He thought.

“Yes, let’s go,” he eagerly replied.

He jumped into his late model BMW and followed her to Banderette road, the old Mason farm property with the 5 acre lots and a ranch house with an adjacent studio where Ron now sat naked, waiting, trembling and handcuffed to the Red Chair.

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Nov 12 2017

The Red Chair ~ A Cuckold’s Story – Part 1

As a child, the term ‘cuckold’ was not in Ron’s vocabulary and neither was he aware of the importance the red chair would play in his life as an adult.  Ron stood overlooking their property, flashing back on his early exposure to sexual deviance in the old house that was responsible for much of his twisted desires and angst.  Since meeting Alexa, in his mind as solace, he placed her next to him in that red chair, calming and instructing him as the fire simmered in his young soul.

Ron had purchased the property before they met. The house had been built in 2012.  A rambler on a five-acre tract located halfway between Coalfield/May Valley and Issaquah along the old Mason Road. The fact that the house was in the exact dead center of the old family farm always felt to Ron like coming home, and he was. He had traversed the surrounding fields and hills as a boy. He knew the ‘lay of the land’ like the back of his hand. He had chosen this particular property because the creek passed by, just to the right of the house and the giant Canadian Maple of his youth remained towering above the “crick” as he had always known it. On the other side of the property, a dense forest of evergreens stretched for more than a mile. Designated state wildlife property that would ensure the privacy which Ron sought as a respite from his professional and public life.

Alexa loved the house and location as much as Ron. They moved there soon after meeting. The size and spaciousness of the home appealed to them both. The living room faced south with a full wall of floor to ceiling windows giving view to the expanse of the green and fertile valley.  About 200 yards away, the land gently sloped upward and then was swallowed by the forest wood line. The living room had a giant rock fireplace with rocks pulled from the Issaquah creek, just a mile down the road. The bedrooms were massive. Only two but they were full ‘master suites’ each with its own bath, separate shower, fireplace, a sitting room and of course a California King bed. The main master suite included an especially beautiful ‘four-poster’ bed made of Honduran Mahogany, Alexa’s favorite for its dark romantic color and feel.

The rest of the house was what you would expect from a 2,400 square foot ranch house. A massive kitchen, an eating nook, comfortable if not lazy family room, Ron’s office, and a media room. The house held three fireplaces and three baths. Exiting the house through the front ‘sliders’ one found an expansive patio complete with a barbecue kitchen to one side and a fire pit on the other. The centerpiece was a beautiful lap pool, with an 8 foot Jacuzzi, big enough to accommodate several adults.

One missing feature that Alexa pointed out when Ron first showed her the house was although it had a sumptuous masculine office, perfect for Ron, there was no spaced dedicated to Alexa for her use as a writing studio.  Ron had jokingly suggested one night over wine that she could build a “Writer’s Studio” at the far side of the long lap pool, adjacent to the wood line at the back of the property.  He was surprised upon returning from a long business trip to find, over dinner, a presentation of architectural plans for Alexa’s studio. The plans included a kitchen, small but comfortable living room, luxurious bath and private bedroom which offered a view of the pool but also had windows on the backside allowing the morning sunlight from the wooded area behind the property.  Ron quickly glanced at the architectural designs and wanting to please Alexa he agreed. She was delighted that she retained free ‘reign’ to sketch the writing studio of her dreams. The studio would be about 1/3 the size of the main house but would contain some special features known early on only to Alexa and her architectural designer.

It had taken Ron several months to understand and acclimate to the degree of independence  Alexa had demanded. Early in their relationship, she seemed to only want mild control of his deeper self. She hadn’t exercised her independence or expressed her power to the degree that now seemed to be emerging. He found that there was a pattern or cycle to which he was trained to accept. As months passed, Ron was coming to a further understanding of the term, ‘cuckold’.

Weekends, at least Saturday and Sunday were theirs alone. They would do all domestic things; go to games, events, museums and shows. Saturday night was “date night”. There were numerous beautiful occasions with romantic venues that Ron loved to lavish on her. They never tired of these ‘one on one’ affairs. Sundays they would rise, sip orange juice, read together with a fire in the fireplace and just drift through the day; rain, snow or shine.  But the rest of the week was slightly different. Ron knew that his feelings evolved when Alexa seemed to take on an enhanced power throughout the week.

While Ron was ‘in control’ on the weekends, he certainly was not from Monday through Thursday. Alexa often came home and boldly told Ron about men in their 20’s or 30’s who she’d had some innocent or not so innocent encounter. She knew he thrived on the emotional angst.  When he was not traveling or otherwise engaged in business Alexa and Ron would meet for dinner or drinks at some of their favorite watering holes and Ron found Alexa to be quite different than on their private intimate weekends. While Alexa showed Ron affection, he often noted her eyes strayed and her attention shifted to the sway of a ‘cock sure’ stud or confident younger man. He would never admit it to anyone else, but Alexa knew he was at once, excited, intimidated, and aroused. Ron would become quiet, submissive and expected to honor her pleasure and wanton desires. In those moments Ron reverted to the 13 year old boy inside and waited for directions from the one person who had complete control over him, Alexa.

The one day of the week that Alexa demanded as her total domain was Friday. Early in their relationship Alexa had explained to Ron “You need to understand that you WILL meet my personal needs on this day and obey me, whatever I say.  You may or may not like what I say, or what I do, but you will support me and honor me in all of my actions. Do you understand?”  She had said it so forcefully and almost as if angry with him it evoked a little boy response, “Yes please”.  And to exert her control entirely over him Alexa had replied: “Yes please, what?”  Ron meekly replied,“Yes please, Mistress”. She smiled a half smile and reached between his legs, squeezing his balls in a seeming crush of his power at her hand. She didn’t let go until he whispered,“Yes please, please, Mistress?”

In late January, under gray and blustery skies the addition to the house was finished. It was fitting that it was a Friday afternoon. Alexa had kept her secret studio plan to herself and now with anticipation, she prepared to give Ron the ‘tour’.  She told him to lay out her black dress and black high heels for she was going out to meet with her girlfriends at the Gaylord lounge.

“But…” Ron started to object. The Gaylord Lounge being one place he hated her going to because of the young crowd.  Alexa stopped and stared, waiting for him to finish, knowing how he abhorred the place.  When he didn’t continue she laughed and walked away to shower.

Ron did as he was told, laying out her clothes and went into the kitchen to pour himself a glass of wine. It was nearly 8:00 when Alexa came into the kitchen.  She was stunning in the black dress and high heels. The shoes made her ass rise and the low cut dress exposed her beautiful breasts almost to the nipples.

 “Ron, pour me a glass of wine, then we’ll walk out to my studio. I’m excited to give you the tour.”

They walked out onto the patio, Ron following her close behind. The lighting around the pool made it easy to cross the tiles. Alexa opened the door and he entered her lavish mini estate.

“You’ve done a remarkable job. It’s beautiful.” Ron said as he took in her creative designs.

They walked through each of the carefully decorated rooms and when they entered the bedroom, with the antique king size brass bed he noticed the huge floor to ceiling mirror along the north wall. He smiled at the thought that she had made this mirror for him and her to share on their Saturday nights together, watching their naked reflections.  His dream was soon broken as she said, “Come outside baby”. 

He followed her outside and around to the back of the studio. On the side facing the wood line he found that she had the back of the little dwelling landscaped with evergreens that were about 3 feet from the back of the building. Alexa walked between the trees and the studio and pushed a tiny button hidden on the outside wall. Suddenly a small door quietly opened.

Stepping inside Ron found himself in a 5′ x 9′ room, with eggshell white walls and a single large Red Velvet Chair facing a huge floor to ceiling window seemingly only 5 feet from the brass king size bed inside the studio. To his shock and realization, Alexa had created a secret room, a viewing room…a voyeur room…for him.

Alexa stated nonchalantly, “I’m late.  Ron, I want you naked, in the Red Chair, at exactly midnight. You won’t make a peep. This one time, our first time, I will allow you to stroke your cock, but you will support me in everything I do. You will sit here, honor me and worship me for as long as I need tonight to last. Do you understand?”

 “Yes Mistress”. He looked down at the burgundy-carpeted floor. This was going to be his new sanctuary, his secret place to watch. Something they had spent many nights discussing as Alexa slowly teased and denied his cock. Molding and filling his cuckold soul with agonizing promises. 

Lost in those promises, Ron looked up to find Alexa gone.

Ron wandered back to the house, suddenly feeling alone…abandoned. Lonely but excited. He looked at the clock above the kitchen counter. It read, 8:20. He already knew that the minutes were going to go by slow.


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