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Tag Archives: Master and nilla playtime
A week ago I was an aching, tired, cum-drained slut. Most of the bruises have faded, though the bite on my ass shows no signs of leaving anytime soon. The memories have shuffled, rising like bits of flotsam as I … Continue reading
No, this is not a category on Jeopardy, but I’d bet many of my pervie peeps would do well with this, yes? *laughs* “Master, I simply do not understand your fascination with my asshole.” “Nilla, I *love* your asshole. Yes. … Continue reading
There was much hitting (as one would expect) during our playtime. Pinned, arms bound criss-cross, I could not stop Him. Despite twisting, turning, wriggling, He slapped arms, thighs, that OMG-TOO-TENDER! spot where ass and thigh meet…and my tits. His hands … Continue reading
His finger circles my clit. I’ve come, and it’s sensitive and I’m hot and slippery and needy. Again. He laughs at my obvious need, his fingers pinching, squeezing the bulbous sex button before slipping back down my sodden slit. A … Continue reading
I am an aching, bruised mess. My hair is mussed. Tied into tangles and knots it will take a deep conditioning to untangle. Seriously…it was soooo bad when he finally let me up off the bed, that I looked like … Continue reading
During play time, things come in waves…times of interaction, greeting, choosing outfits, laying out our stuff. Times of touching and hurting and coming. Times of talking. Times of silence. Times of soft, quiet torture, followed by soothing strokes. So too … Continue reading
OUCH! (That really fuckin’ hurt, Master.) (I had a bruise from His thumb right ^ there for over two weeks!)
Our time together was amazing. Not only because we hadn’t been together this way in months…but for the wonderful mix of tenderness and wicked pain. He started right away, as if His fingers had been itching to be turned loose on … Continue reading