Mar 12, 2009

Whore on the Floor

I discovered not too long ago that if I’m on my knees on the floor behind my desk, most people that walk by won’t even see me. Not unless they stand at my counter or come around behind my desk to get something. If they do notice me I can use the pretense of untangling the cords under my desk.

Being down there allows me to shove one or both hands down inside pants and panties to spread my cunt and gyrate the vibe against my clit in just that right way so that I go crashing over the edge of orgasm.

It also dirties up my knees and sometimes musses my hair.

Out of the sheer blue a switch somewhere is flicked and he orders me to the restroom to insert my toys.

I was so shocked that I spoke out of turn. “Do you have any idea how much work I have to do today??”

“I’m sorry…… did I ask how much work you have? And who the fuck said I was going to let you come you presumptuous whore? Now go do it.”

Off I went but with no warm-up I was not wet. Lube is not something I usually need and so it is not in my naughty pouch at work. And that large wooden dildo is just not going in in my current state. I sat there in the corner stall and thought for a minute. The dildo went into my mouth where I provided enough lubrication to ease it inside of me. Bullet in place next. When I got back to my desk I had to make a conscious effort to sit down carefully, gingerly, with that 1″ of hard wooden dildo sticking out of my cunt.

Five times this whore was on the floor for her Master.

Five.

Count ‘em:

One

10:41 am marks the first orgasm. Preceded by nothing special, in fact we were both too busy for much of an exchange. Two minutes after he ordered me to turn the bullet on high I begged to come. On my knees, my hands shoved down my open jeans. Fingers prying apart my lips to expose my clit as much as possible. My forehead resting against the edge of my desk I feel the rush of tingles and the calm before the storm and then my cunt pulses and my body jerks a little.

Two

11:10 am marks the second orgasm. Preceded by a whole bunch of filthy words and degrading virtual submission before he orders me to come. Name calling and, were he in front of me, there would be a dark deviant glint in his eyes. I try to do it in my chair but I need the cover of privacy a bit. Down I slid with one hand shoving the hard dildo more firmly to my g-spot and the other gripping the bullet to the sweet spot. My chin resting on the edge of my desk this time as I allowed my eyes to flutter closed for 2 seconds as the rush washed over me.

Three

11:58 am marks the third orgasm. Again preceded by nothing special. Just a build-up of sensation overload and the desire to kick things over the edge. Sometimes a gal can only handle that climb for so long. I begged for this one again, to come before lunch rather than shutting the vibrator off entirely. While we parted ways during lunch hour I scurried off to the restroom to snap a requested photo for him. The moment he comes back he decides that I have it in me to give him four orgasms today. Vibrator back on.

Four

1:44 pm marks the fourth orgasm. Preceded by the hottest most erotic scenario anyone has ever painted for me before. While I crave a firm hand around my throat in the D/s dynamic, I’d never considered breath-play before. It is now in the list of “must do” with him. His words and commands pushed me over the edge this time but I still felt the need to continue tradition and be on my knees for him. Where I belonged.

Five

2:50 pm marks the fifth and final orgasm. Preceded by another breathplay fantasy which was preceded by a trip to the restroom to fuck myself hard with the dildo. I knew I needed his hands on my throat when I see him in reality, but this pushes that for me. This last fantasy and orgasm had my heart racing and I swear I nearly saw stars from the extremity of it all. Soon after he sent me off to the restroom to remove everything, but first I was to fuck myself with that dildo again. You’ll read about that side of it soon.

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Mar 11, 2009

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Obligatory Tit Flashing (and other nonsense)

So you know how, for those of you who have a site tracker sort of thing, it can be really amusing and informative to see where people are coming from and how they got to you?

Sometimes…….not so much. Suddenly there were all these hits from a forum thread somewhere, to an HNT from a few months ago. What I read there about myself was hurtful to me. Sure, they don’t know me from the slut next door and they’re being judgmental and petty and all sorts of things. Sure, I shouldn’t take to heart what they might say about how I look. But I am a lot more thin-skinned than I’d like to be sometimes and it really pierced me. As my chest clutched in anxiety and hurt, watching the hits roll in, the absolutely wonderful husband of Coy Pink, Alec, whipped up a bit of code to redirect the gawkers from there to elsewhere. I don’t want reassurances that they’re assholes and I shouldn’t listen – to be frank the words were unkind in their delivery but they did speak the truth. I have already heard the dismissive reassurances from the friends I told this to but it doesn’t quite erase it.

I’m tapped out creatively right now with photos. I’m fed up with my own harsh self-criticism of said photos. Until I can think up something better than Angle 28 of My Big Tits, I’m done with HNT for the near future. I also prefer the sincere praise of my erotica, or the helpful/thoughtful/warm comments on my other writings to the once-weekly ogling of my exposed naughty bits. Sure I’ll still put up a photo here and there, but not like clockwork, not for HNT. Not now.

So instead, tell me, do you like my new site design? With the help of the ever-wonderful Alec in nudging the code bits around when I threw up my hands, the beautiful vector brushes from this talented girl, and the critical (not in the bad way, in the “darken that, lighten that, it’ll flow/pop better”) commentary from others with a great design eye like Naughty Secretary and my partner and others – I used the barebones template of this theme (despite its broken footer.php file) but obviously I totally did my own graphics. I just don’t know enough yet to write my own code. But the design idea and the Photoshop work is mine. It took me about 2 weeks to go from start to completion with both the graphics and the code tweaks (mainly because I tried my hardest to do as much code myself as I could, even though it undoubtedly took me 10 times longer than it would have taken Alec to do the same thing).

Oh and here’s your obligatory tit flashing :)

Same parking lot as the last time, more boldness. Same time of day. If there were any workers of the factory just below this lot in their parking lot, looking up in my direction, they couldn’t have missed this! lol

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Mar 9, 2009

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Oxygen

As he leaves the room to clean up, he hands me a dildo and a vibrator with instructions to not stop but yet not to come without permission. I see him in my periphery here and there, he keeps a casual eye on me but won’t say anything. I am already halfway there and it doesn’t take me long to get to the point where I have to start backing off with the vibrator, or I will come.

I know he wants me to come and I know he’ll make me beg for it. But this time he is not egging me on with filthy words. As I move the vibrator a fraction of an inch away from my clit I call out softly to him for I cannot see him.

Please, Sir…..I’m getting close

No reply. I don’t know where he is.

Closer….please…

I am whimpering pathetically, and suddenly I see him. He is watching me with purpose, still he says nothing. As a moan and short sob escapes my lips he comes closer, his eyes focused intently on mine.

My eyes glaze over; my eyelids flutter in attempt to stay open.

I can’t…..please…please, Sir

He brings his hand to me, to my face. Slowly, methodically, sensually he traces my lips with the faintest touch of his fingertips. Still staring me down without a word. It is killing me. His gaze travels from my face to my body to my cunt and I feel the heat and shame of being under perceived scrutiny.

I am flushed and shaking now and I am on the verge of disobeying. He is at my side so close that I feel the heat from his body. His hand goes behind my head to the other side and his fingers graze my neck; right on my sensitive spot. Our foreheads touching now, his nose to my temple, he finally sets me free:

COME.

And I’m gone. My breathing is quick and heavy and I moan and I’m cresting the hill with the tingles; the second I go silent and he sees my eyelids spasm and flutter -

His hand clamps over my mouth.

Firmly.

It is done in such a way that I cannot breath and I squeal in fear but the lack of oxygen is intensifying my orgasm as it crashes and my cunt contracts and my lungs burn and I arch and twist and ride it out. As soon as I begin to truly panic he removes his hand and the air rushes back to me. With a “good girl” he is gone from my line of sight and I am left to recover on my own, gasping as my brain cries for more oxygen.

The erotic intensity is shocking to me.

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Mar 8, 2009

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God, That’s Good!

Today’s food discussion isn’t a new topic, I’m revisiting the *booming movie voice* Grilled Cream Cheese Sandwich! No sexy thinly-veiled euphemisms and double entendres in this post, I don’t want more angry Fleshbot readers on my tail.

I felt it was my duty to try out a few different ways to do this. I had mentioned last time that a strawberry and cream cheese filled one would likely work better with a more plain bread, an egg bread perhaps…like challah. To prep for my long weekend I bought all sorts of sammich-makin goodies at the store. I tried a different brand of raisin bread and I got a braided challah loaf. Some frozen berries, more cream cheese and a brick of Neufchatel cheese (less fat than regular cream cheese, and it’s a bit softer straight from the fridge) and one of the higher-end fruit preserves – I tried a Pollaner brand one that’s only sweetened with natural juices. I’ve been finding that I prefer my preserves to taste like fruit and the super-sugary jams and preserves really don’t do it for me. Now my favorite fruit spread ever I got from this home-kitchen party thing at someone’s house, I can’t recall the company name, it was a strawberry-rhubarb spread. A little more runny than preserves but holy fuck on a stick that was good. Would kill to have another jar for these experiments.

Anyways, I’m rambling. Onto the experiments.

Challah Bread

In concept, it’s good. It’s an egg dough, a nice rich yellow tone. I just didn’t want a white bread for these concoctions, but nor did I want a heavy dense wheat bread. Unfortunately, the challah was just too soft to stand up to the filling. It’s good, don’t get me wrong, but it’s a very pillowy-soft bread. Eating any of the challah sandwiches proved to be a lesson in grace, lest I end up with strawberry-cream-cheese down my front.

Perhaps another bread to try would be a sweet one like King’s Hawaiian?

Raisin Bread

Last time I got the SunMaid brand cinnamon raisin bread. Good; a lot of raisins and cinnamon, but the swirls of cinnamon meant that the bread would fall apart a bit. Made for a messy endeavor. This time I bought Thomas’ brand. It’s not as cinnamon-y but it’s a thicker slice and a little more sturdy. It held up to a strawberry filling AND the combo tasted better than I expected. In fact, it was pure fucking orgasmic heaven.

{There is only one photo, you can’t see the strawberries inside because, well, I ate it.
No time for photos, I just ate it}

Filling

I’ve tried the strawberry preserves on the challah, but the non-fruit part liquefied – dripped out, made it messy, etc.

Then I tried a few pieces of frozen strawberries, drained. It’s not the season for really good fresh berries, so frozen ones worked out well. I used the kind you get in the sugar-juice. Yum. That was it, right there. Just a few pieces strewn about.

With the addition of a sweet fruit filling, I backed off on the sugar addition to my cream cheese. If you’re a big fan of straight cream cheese, you could get away with no sugar, but I still recommend the few drops of vanilla extract.

Conclusion

I’m still in research mode. It’s selfless, really, I’m doing it for you. ;)

I’d do a savory version but I’m just not a fan of unadulterated cream cheese. I gotta have a lil sweet and vanilla in mine.In my head a good pairing would be a few paper-thin slices of homegrown tomato, on less-dense wheat bread or something.

The bread has to be somewhat soft and a little dense, not chewy and not heavy.

The best combo is the plain cream cheese filled cinnamon-raisin bread (the Thomas’ brand) for something less sweet; for a sweet addition (that kicks IHOP’s ass with their strawberry stuffed french toast) add in a few slices of real strawberry-be it fresh or sweetened-frozen.

I swear to you, it’s one of those things that could be better than sex. It’s that fucking good. No, really, I oohhhed and ahhed and moaned and my eyes rolled back in my head and……yeah. Ahem.

God, that’s good.

If you make this for a new partner for breakfast or a 1 am refueling – I daresay you’ll have them hooked, and coming back for more of everything. What better way to top off orgasms than with foodgasms? To be able to give such exquisite sensory pleasure in and out of the bedroom is the mark of a wonderful lover.

{I also apologize to any Sweeney Todd fans for now planting that song into their heads all day}

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Mar 8, 2009

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Review: Onye Vibrator

When I think of bullet vibes, I think of the little silver one-button-one-speed jobs that come with many toys. Or I think of the egg/bullet remote vibes. The Onye is bigger, quite a bit bigger. In fact, I’d put it in the Pocket Rocket category if it weren’t for the fact that it’s fancy with its numerous settings. Many sites no longer call it a Bullet vibe but that is how it was first hailed by the retailers and the manufacturer. It is shaped just like the smaller, standard bullet vibe cousins so we’ll leave it in that category.

Onye in Black

Smooth hard plastic with a silicone band for gripping, and one single button. That button is one of my two negatives about it – you must cycle through all the settings before you turn it off. And if you are being too quick about it for whatever reason, you’ll pass by “off” and have to go through all 9 again.

It’s got a decent intensity rating and is a mid-tone buzzy. For me the “tone” of the vibration makes a big difference. The lower, the better, for me usually. A high tone buzzy, no matter the intensity, is akin to a hummingbird to me. Irritating sensations after a bit, kinda “itchy” almost. I really wanted to compare the buzz and intensity of this toy to other things such as the Silver Bullet, but I just recently killed it. It’s a sad day. It’s not as intense as the Bullet, that much I know. But I think that the Onye is more intense and a much lower buzz-tone than the Lelo Mia.

The Onye hasn’t gotten me off yet. Close, but not over the edge. Close enough to feel really good but perhaps I wasn’t using it under ideal circumstances. If I change my mind on that, I’ll let you know. If the vibrating mechanism was closer to the tip of the toy, it’d be a home run.

Pros:

More intense than most “bullet” vibes
More levels of intensity and patterns than most bullet vibes

Cons:

As with other bullet vibes, it has only one button. Since I stick with the straight high-intensity setting, I have to click through 5 or 6 pattern settings until I can turn it off
It takes 3 AAA batteries. Since most of my battery-operated toys take AA, I’m not apt to have as many AAAs lying around the house. Plus, the way the batteries go in is a bit confusing and I had trouble getting it settled in properly to turn on.

I’m not sure yet that it’s worth the price tag, but it IS really pretty so if you’re an aesthetics gal, you’ll love it. I’ll be reviewing another bullet style vibe in the somewhat-near future so I’ll have better comparison. Overall I’m more pleased with the intensity than other clit vibes I’ve gotten lately, so I’ll keep using it.

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