Questioning my ability to play like this, I accept the role of dominate woman, even though I do not see myself as the kind of woman who is accepting of defined role placed upon me. However; I do find it necessary to explore different aspects of sexuality, some I find highly intriguing and others I just want to understand what all the hype is about. Which is why I traveled to Chicago to explore sex with a dom loving man and which is why I explore my dominate side. I mean these roles have come to be for reasons–I just think, for myself, it is important for me to go into a situation with an open mind, heart and pussy–and above all, be me. My experiences are far more hot when I do what comes naturally, or I can behave without the image of a defined role.
I have never denied that I have a dominate side to myself, I like to be in charge, I’m a Leo, full of fire, I require a lot of attention. Though, I have definitely denied I have a submissive side–I have still attempted and will still do so to explore attempts at submission. There is nothing like an assertive, controlling man that has no problem taking me, using me, handling my ass and putting my mouth and lips to full service. But there is a difference in the man who takes and one who get off on degradation and pain. Not sure I will ever be able to wrap my mind around that. Now I am not talking about some nice firm swats-the kind that turn my ass rosy and red with a bit of sting, or a delicious choke around the neck, or even some serious cock gagging blow jobs–but welts from caning, bite marks that bleed, rape action. I have tried, and not that I won’t try again with the right person, and not that my body did not get wet and willing, but my pussy gets just perfectly wet when your not beating my ass down, so the appeal of me being a sub pain slut, well lets just say– they are filed away for the time being.
I am not a stranger to ruling over men, I have fucked my fair share of bendover boyfriends, and I like it.
He became inanimate–his tongue a tool, his cock and ass a play thing for me. As I tied his legs to the legs of my inanimate objects he became part of the furniture. One leg became part of the couch, and the other a part of the desk, spread. Buckling the cuffs to his wrists, I clipped them together, raising them above his head, then I pulled his shirt over his face as a make shift blindfold. I felt like getting up and leaving his ass there, tied to my furniture, waiting–not knowing where I have gone too or what ‘s going on, a little fear mixed with anticipation of what’s to come.
Securely fastened I run the length of your naked body, my sweaty tight yoga pants still clinging to mine from my workout. I usually never get so close to man post workout, but I didn’t care what you thought, I didn’t care if I smelled like sweat,the kind where every part of my body is wet. My triangle patch between my legs and that makes up the shape of my pussy is still damp, visibly apparent as I lowered it to your face. Not smashing, but just hovering, letting you find me, breath me in, take me in. The hot breath from your mouth and nose grows deeper filling with the scent of me mixed with your eagerness. The sensation of hot air from your breath making my pussy lips fill. I could hover there for a long long time, but my insatiable cunt cannot.
Standing above you, looking down at your position below me, tied up, eyes covered and longing for my cunt–it sets me free and on fire, I must try not to get too over zealous, or drunk with power. I strip my pants down, laying the crotch across your face. I get the camera out, you know librarians love documentation, I snap some shots of your wrist, and feet fastened tightly. Then I put a nice simple collar around your neck and tight leather strap around your cock and balls, such a nice hard on you have. The camera shutters again. Pulling the pants off your face, I look down at you, your jaw line looks quite pronounced when that is all I can see, your eyes cut with the blind fold and your neck cut with the collar, you’re live male Klimt and you’re tied to my furniture.
Since I am toying with the celibacy act I don’t want to fuck you, well do, but instead I grab a hold of the neck band and ride your cock without penetration, I ride you like a child rides one of those cheap grocery outlet plastic ponies. I grind, my wet pussy all over your cock yanking on your reins, resisting the cock fuck. I must pull off and refrain. Moving to your face, I ride and I ride, I let you eat and drink me up, your tongue bringing me to a loss, I drip into your mouth, your tongue so eager, you lap me up like the hungrily slut you are. Slut.
Turning I ride again, but this time I fill my mouth with your cock, I don’t put much effort into sucking you, instead I put more effort into riding your face in the opposite direction pulling out from me a slow, long drawl of a cum that pours atop of you.
The night is long, you fuck me with implements I order you to fuck me with, you make me cum. I want to fuck you, I want your cock inside me. I play with your ass, even though you are hesitant. It fills me with the urge to fuck you. Drops of my saliva and globs of spit drop from my lips onto your ass as I slide my finger in with a deep curve, my love loosens up your tightest space, my hand strokes your cock being held in hard suspension by its leather strap. I fuck you, sort of, but I want more, but I let you free for now, with the understanding that there will be a time when I get to fuck.
Again I crawl up your body and grind on to your cock, your excitement gets the best of you, my pussy so close, the sensation of what my pussy might feel like surrounding your solidness makes you cum. Bad slut, I didn’t say you could cum. Your cock slippery and slick with your goo, I cannot refute my cravings–stroking you cock coating my fingers with your liquid, I lick and taste you, I make you taste you off my fingertip. I move to your cock for more, you do taste good. The flavor not strong, and not mild, it intoxicates without liqueur, it makes me crave more. Cum slut.
It is time to let you go. Untie here, unhook there, and you follow me to bed.
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