Archive for April 2010

the spare room (prelude)

April 30, 2010

Copyright 2010.  All rights reserved.


‘Just turn out the lights when you’re ready to leave, ok?’

I suspected, from the way Carl avoided looking at me directly, that he suspected…or was at least sensitive to the situation that was about to unfold.  Wasn’t often that Katie and I were able to get together, so it was awfully nice of Carl to provide us the space – in every sense of the word – that we needed.

‘Thanks, dude,’ I said, waving as he headed upstairs, leaving Katie and I on the sofa in his living room.

Wow.  What were the chances?  And how long had it taken to get here?  Fraught as it was with fits and starts, pitfalls and pratfalls – even up to the last minute, it seemed touch and go whether we’d have this time together.

Katie and I had been friends since…forever.  Going as far back as our teen years, there had also been a spark between us that…well, quite frankly, in those wasted years of youth, was overlooked, putting it one way.

Time and circumstances being what they were (meaning: capricious and temperamental, so like my anima…), the love, and lust, we’d overlooked half a lifetime ago…just wouldn’t let up.  Or perhaps circumstances did allow for – brief respites?  An opportunity to tempt the fates?

Whatever the case, somehow we’d wound up alone, as we had on too-few occasions in the past.  Not one to argue nor waste time in idle speculation, I turned to Katie…and all-but jumped her bones.

She was waiting.

Arms and lips connected, with equal gusto- me playing aggressor to Katie’s, well, hardly the damsel in distress or willowy submissive, as it turned out.  Her tongue, as greedy to invade my mouth as I was to enter hers, indicated she had enthusiasm to more than match mine.

‘Mmmf!’ one of us exclaimed – or grunted.  Perhaps we’d both uttered it, but as our kissing – and groping – reached a fevered pitch, so too did our pulses.  Made it hard to SEE straight, much less hear.

Now, it should be noted that whenever I was near Katie, I became aroused.  Sorry, but no apologies.  With her perfect, perfectly BBW body, how could I not?  Her gorgeous hips…deliciously round derriere, and more than ample bust line were the icing on my cock – creating icing, FROM my cock.  Not to mention her beautiful face, her perpetual smile and sunny demeanour.  Yes, a complete package that, when combined was…well, let’s just say it was a good thing I rarely had an opportunity TO touch her.

…and so, here I was. TOUCHING her…and in no uncertain terms, as she touched me.  My hands clasped her head as I sucked on her mouth; her tongue fucking my mouth the way I’d like to fuck…ALL her holes…

My cock…my COCK, now.  Had a complete mind of its own.  The head which wouldn’t be tamed.  No amount of ‘down boy!’ or ‘cool it, buddy’ would convince ‘him’ when push came to shove (or vice-versa).  No, once Cock decided it was time, or he’d had enough…or whatever was on his mind at the time of…well, at ‘that’ time…there was no convincing otherwise.

Didn’t dare touch him, either.  Pressed as he was against Katie as we stretched uncomfortably beside each other, trying not to fall off the couch, any further connection would’ve resulted in…well, in fact, I pretty much had to begin the chantra I used whenever I found myself at odds with my prick.  Mentally reciting my times tables usually helped.

One times one is one…one times two is two…one times three…

But it was an uphill battle – particularly when Katie did what she did next.

‘I’ve been waiting so long to do this,’ she gasped when our lips de-locked.

‘Me, too, darling…me, too,’ I groaned while we shifted positions.  What I meant, and what she meant, turned out to be rather different things, however.  Yes, just as that nanosecond of cooling that was offered my nethers when we parted lips seemed to suggest I might be able to hold off awhile longer, Katie revealed her Master stroke…her ace up her sleeve (or tee, as the case may be):

Her hands went down her front, and her ‘Molson Canadian’ tee…went UP.

Holy Mother of Pearlies!

Now, I’d had the opportunity to grope Katie in the past.  That much she’d allowed in times gone by, and grateful was I for such indiscretion on her part.  A good little Catholic guurl was she, but even Catholic grrls got horny – from time to time.  Or so I understood.  Well, here was the proof – and ample evidence it was!

Yes, despite the fair, and fairly modest, covering of a typical white bra o’er top of her delicious orbs, Katie had indeed provided at least some indication that…she was looking for more – was looking to offer more…wanted ME…to…

‘….been waiting SOO long…’ she said.  To reiterate – at the risk of belabouring the point.

So.  There you have it.  I mean, in my situation, would you have reacted any differently?  Or your cock, in particular – assuming I’m speaking to the male portion of my audience.  In either case, it was enough.  It was MORE than enough!

‘Little head’ could take no more.

But he did!  At least until the exploratory continued.  Yes, as fingercocks began groping beneath bra, exhuming and bringing into the tepid air stippled areolas and stiffened nips, Cock twitched, and throbbed – but held off.  Held ON!

‘Five times Five is…umm…’ I mumbled, as I fumbled.

‘Huh?’ Katie panted, her arms wrapped tightly around my back.

‘Nothing,’ I gasped.  Mentally now, ‘fuck…I mean, five…times…’


Any number of factors could be blamed for what happened next (assuming crystal balls are even necessary in order to discern it).  I blame Katie, of course – for the softness of her skin, the feeling I got as I squeezed, and DUG my nails into her tits…how she did NOT recoil when my teeth gnashed her bosom…

But, in the end, it all amounted to the same thing.

I came.

Squirted ALL inside my jeans…rendering me catatonic, briefly, as I held one of Katie’s nipples between my teeth.

Holy petit mort, Batman!

Well, I’m ready for a snooze now.

…was it good for you?  Φ

swordplay (part two)

April 21, 2010

Copyright 2009.  All rights reserved.


You smiled, a knowing smile.

‘Pretty clever,’ you said.

Sipping my coffee, I smiled back.  ‘Wasn’t it.’


Setting my cup down, I said, ‘ok, I’ll bite:  what’s clever?’

Rimming the outside of your cup, you replied ‘getting into my pants that way.’

‘Oh.  That.  Right.

…did I really?’


I drained the last of my coffee.  ‘Merely through the power of words.’

‘Wonders never cease.  More?’

You got up and brought the carafe to the table.


Pouring yourself another cup after filling mine, you returned the carafe to the stove.  I stole lustful glances at your ass as you did so, but not discreetly enough that you failed to notice before sitting down.

You smiled again, blushing.  ‘Not sure which is more of a turn-on, though.’

‘Mmm?’ I sipped, twitching a little from the view I’d just had.

‘Reading your story or actually imagining…doing it.’

‘Just imagining it?’

‘Well, you know how I feel.  There are overriding factors to consider.’

‘No matter HOW you feel.’


‘Real, or imagined.’


‘In the interest of research for the story, though, your insight and…input…has been MOST valuable.’

‘Thanks.  I aims to please.  Not so bad yourself, you know.  Or your story, certainly.’

‘I’m blushing, really.’

‘Funny – that’s how your story made ME feel.’

‘And in all the right places, I gather.  Did you manage to spend some…er, ‘quiet time’ with it, after we spoke, like you said you wanted to?’

Your pale complexion was unable to hide the creeping crimson that filled your cheeks.

‘Yes,’ you smiled.

‘Was it good for you?’


‘I’d really like to see the sword, you know.’

‘It’s just a cheap plastic thing – nothing like you imagined.’


Smiling at me, you then ducked under the table.  When you reappeared, the sword was in your hand.

‘Thought you might ask,’ you chuckled, setting it down.

‘Indeed.  ‘Be prepared’, as the saying goes.  All for one, and one for…?’

‘Ha.  Yeah, well -it’s a bit cheesy, I’ll admit, but does the trick.’

‘Mmm…the ‘trick’.’

‘Wards off evil spirits – ‘may the force be with you’ – like that.’

‘Luke – I am your father!’

We both laughed.

Picking the sword up, I held it in front of me.  ‘Seems smaller than I imagined – lighter, certainly.’

‘Well, it IS plastic.’

‘Yeah.  So you’ve not actually done anything with it.


When I raised an eyebrow, the light dawned.

‘Oh – DONE…anything…right.  No, not really.  Thought about it, though – particularly after we talked.  And after reading your story.’

‘Thought about it.  Thought about what?’

‘Well, you know…the part where you pressed the hilt into my…and when the blade cut my…’

‘You can say it,’ I smiled, setting the sword down.  ‘Cunt.  And tits.’

You paused.  ‘I’m not the big prune you make me out to be, you know.’

‘Whoever said I thought that?’

‘I can play.  I can…masturbate…told you that already!’

‘No need to get upset, love.  I’m sorry if I offended you.’

Taking your hand in mine, I gave it a squeeze. You sat there for a moment, but then slowly returned my squeeze.

‘No problem, dude.’

Returning my attention to the sword, I said ‘doesn’t look like it’d do much damage.  Doubt it could even slice water.’

‘Oh, I dunno – the unfinished bits around the edges were rather…ouchy.’

‘And you know this how?’

‘Well – and not that I make a habit out of it – but, after reading your story, I just kinda…experimented, a little.’


‘A little.’

Another pause.  ‘It left…marks.’

‘Mmm?  Really, now.’

‘Honest!  Don’t believe me?  Here…’

My zipper twitched as you lifted your sweater, revealing that, between your bra-covered breasts, were indeed some…well, rather pithy red lines, truthfully, but no less admirable for the effort.  Fact was, I was more…focused…on your glorious orbs than the marks, but I still managed to squeak out: ‘Oh.  I…see.’

Noticing my failure to be completely impressed, you said ‘Oh.  Well.  If that’s all the reaction you have, I guess I’ll just…’

‘No – no,’ I replied, staying your hand before you could cover yourself, ‘they’re nice – IT’S nice…I mean, thank you.  Thank you for…well, showing me, and – gosh: what possessed you?’

Taking my hand in yours (but leaving your sweater above your tits), you said ‘Well, du-UH!  Sorry, don’t mean to be rude – but it’s YOU, silly – or your story, at any rate.  As I said, I’ve never been the subject of a story before, and that was, well, rather…nice.’

‘Mmm…nice,’ I said, trying not to stare TOO intently at your breasts – even IF they were covered in a rather modest white bra that appeared more functional than sensuous.

‘…you know what I mean,’ you said, the focus of my gaze not lost on you in the least.

‘Umm, so you said you’d be interested in my continuing the story.’

‘Indeed I would.’

‘How would you feel about returning to the scene of the crime, then – to evoke the proper setting, of course.’

Read my mind.’


As you slumbered, post-coitus, your cunt still throbbing and slick with cum, I extracted the cuffs I’d brought with me from my pack.  Rolling you over, I affixed them to your wrists as gently as possible.

‘Whaa?’ you said with a start, half-awakening.

‘Shh!  Just another…experiment,’ I cooed.  Having slipped out of my clothes, my cock was now fully erect – pulsing, as I lusted after your gorgeous ass.  Rolling on top of you, I pushed back your hair from your neck.  Licking your nape, I began nibbling – gently, at first, then with increasing intensity.  You moaned as my teeth dug in, but seemed otherwise content in your bindings, so I continued.  Reaching down, I slid my index finger into your crack, working my way from the top, slowly toward your rosebud.

‘Oh, god,’ you gasped, as more of my fingers snaked around your cheeks, pressing, squeezing, kneading and scratching.  Oh how I longed for a taste!  To dive in, right NOW, licking and sucking your asshole ‘til you screamed.

…not yet, though.  I wanted you primed, ready – and BEGGING for it.

…if only my cock could hold out…

…what could it hurt?  Since I was already there, I directed my groin overtop of your ass.  Nestling my cock between your cheeks, I rubbed along your cleft.  And, though I hadn’t actually pushed inside your asshole, even masturbating against your bum was…well, it was pretty fucking heavenly.

‘Oh, darlin’,’ I moaned.  Wrapping your hair in my fingers, I gripped your head tightly.  And as my cock slowly did make its way inside your rose, I kneaded your scalp as I pushed into your bum.

‘Oh, shit,’ I moaned, my gyrations inside your ass increasing.  You gasped and shuddered, but seemed to enjoy the ride –at least you didn’t vocalise any complaints.  Perhaps you’d be more receptive to the notion of D/s than either of us had realized.

My cock throbbed inside your tight asshole, expanding to fill the space with every thrust.  You were panting heavily at this point, and I shifted my hands from your head to your shoulders to get a better grip.

Pounding you unmercifully, I was unable to hold back any longer.  Slamming myself inside you as deeply as I could go, I came in a great spurt.  You gasped as I grunted my last, extracting my cock from your ass before collapsing overtop of you, my throbbing cock slick between your cheeks.

the spare room

April 21, 2010

Copyright 2010.  All rights reserved.


Part one

‘Cozy,’ I said, admiring the somewhat spare furnishings.  Before me lay a bed, a lamp sitting on a night stand, a bookcase with a few books and magazines on it and a solitary chair.

‘Well, it doesn’t get a lot of use.  We don’t…entertain…a lot, you know,’ Katie said, apologetically.

Katie stood in the doorway, just behind me as I took in the sights, sounds…and smells.

‘Hmm.  Is that poutpourri?’

‘Is it too strong?  Sorry – I do like flowery things, you know.’

‘Mmm…think I can handle it,’ I said, trying not to make my nose wrinkle TOO obvious.

Moving to the bed, I sat down.  ‘Springy.’

‘Not the best mattress, but, again…’

‘I know – doesn’t get a lot of use.’


Entering the room and softly closing the door, Katie turned to face me.

I smiled.  ‘Expecting someone?’

‘No – I guess.  James won’t be home until tonite, so…I…well…’

‘You’re blushing, Katie.  Come,’ I said, patting the mattress beside me.

‘Yes, sir,’ Katie said, stumbling a little as she approached the bed and sat down.

My hand gripped the hair at the back of her head before she’d barely settled.  Turning her face toward me, I pulled her down onto the bed.  Leaning over her, I stifled her gasp with my mouth, assaulting her tongue with a swift volley of my own.

‘Mmmf!’ Katie squirmed – but neither in discomfort, nor resistance.  She reached around to grip my head, drawing me so close that our lip-lock actually hurt.

Not that I minded.  Her enthusiasm was a lovely indication – and reminder – of the passions we shared, and were about to continue exploring, as we’d done on all-too few occasions in the past.

‘You’re sure we won’t get any unexpected company, then,’ I said, taking a gasp while my hand moved underneath her fiery red, ‘Molson Olympics’ sweat.

‘Pretty sure,’ Katie, gasped, removing my glasses before removing hers and setting them on the bed.

‘We always DID like living dangerously,’ I smiled, gripping one of her big and beautiful breasts.  Her nipple was hard, her areola dotted with goose bumps.

‘Aah…maybe YOU do, but – aah!  Honestly…we should be fine.  Don’t worry, love!  And don’t stop!’

Kissing her again, I gnawed on her tongue.  Her eyes widened as my nails dug into her tit, but fluttered closed as my kneading continued.

‘No bra today – I like that.’

‘Well, I was expecting company…earlier, you know.’

‘Mmm.  Let’s have a closer look.’

Pulling Katie’s tee above her head, I let it cover her face.

‘S’cuse me?’ Katie said, her voice muffled by the tee.

‘Shh!’ I replied, my cock straining at the sight of her beautiful 42DDs.  ‘A moment of reverential silence, if you would.’

Katie hesitated, then clawed at the tee, finally pulling it off.  ‘I’ll thank you…’ she gasped.

‘No…thank YOU,’ I laughed.  Squeezing her tits together, I began licking them.  Nibbling on her nipples, I gripped first one, then the other, pulling on them roughly.

‘Is that the best you’ve got?’ Katie gasped, breathlessly.

Reaching between her legs to the dampness in-betwixt, I delighted when she let out an involuntary gasp.

‘THIS time,’ I said, ‘there’s no excuse, my little slut.’

‘SLUT, am I,’ Katie panted.  ‘How dare you!  Ooh…’

‘MY slut…MY darling…MY love…’ I replied, my fingers digging deeply into the fabric of her jeans.

‘…oh…my…I think I’m gonna…’

Katie shuddered under my fingers, confirming my suspicion that I wasn’t the only one having a good time.  Actually, it was all I could do not to cum in my pants, as I’d done the last time we were together.  Yes, when she flipped up her tee that day, to finally reveal to me her wondrous, delectable orbs, afraid that was all it took.  Boob flash and: BANG!  Mess in the boxers.  Just like that.

Perhaps it was true that familiarity bred…a certain level of contentment, though, because this time, I knew what was coming – at least, in the visual sense.  Yes, not that Katie’s tits were any less delicious to behold, but having been there, perhaps I could hold my ‘o’ until I got into her PANTS this time.

Hope sprung eternal…

‘Oh god…oh god…oh god…’ Katie stammered while I lowered her zipper.  Yes, darling – THIS time, we were really gonna do it.  Slipping my hand inside her panties, I groped her damp tuft, down toward her slit.  She was so slick!  As damp as I was hard, we made a fine pair.

Going onto my knees, I reached around her, placing both hands on the side of her jeans.  Despite being a quivering mass, Katie somehow managed to lift her bottom for me.  A brief struggle around her ankles was the final bit of resistance, but soon she was naked, except for her socks.


Taking her ankles in my hands, I lifted her legs upward.  ‘Aah,’ she gasped as I brought her feet toward her ears.  Resting my forearms on the back of her legs, I basked in the vapours emanating from her slit.  ‘Ooh,’ she moaned when I lowered my face to her muff.  ‘Shiiiii…’ she exclaimed, writhing as my tongue connected with her lips.  Katie shuddered then, and I knew another orgasm had escaped from her.

Continuing my massage of her nethers with my face, I slowly lowered my mouth toward her taint.  Taking one final lick of her cunt, I mingled her juices with my saliva before flicking her rose with my tongue.  Katie started then, softly whispering ‘no…’ – but I knew that, despite her better intentions, I had her in my grip.

And, like it or not, her resistance from this point onward would only be verbal.


April 17, 2010

rough sketch

April 16, 2010

venus (in monochrome)

April 16, 2010


April 16, 2010

In the end (a new beginning)

April 14, 2010

Copyright 2010.  All rights reserved.


He didn’t know why

Wasn’t her body

…that wide smile

…those beautiful breasts

…her gorgeous ass

Couldn’t put a finger on it

Their penchant for disagreement

The distance that separated

Their mutual situations

But he did

He loved her

Despite the disagreements

The misunderstandings

The seeming conflict


They always managed to come to terms

Find a way back – a way home

Wasn’t sure if it was because

This was the real thing

Or that maybe

They were both just

Suckers for punishment…

In either case

Did it really matter?

Without conflict

There could be no resolution

And differences of opinion

Could sometimes

Result in something

That was better

Than before

Began My day

April 13, 2010

With a FINE howdeedoo from a dearest and most lovedest.  She was out w/ da famb, buying groceries, as I was told after she responded to my message on her phone.  Just another ‘normal’ family outing – nothing out of the ordinary going on here, nope nope.

As if.

I asked, as I am wont to do, after all things of interest:  clothing choices covering nipples, clit and rose, whereupon I was informed – much to my delight – that, indeed, panties were no longer ‘fresh’ – certainly not as fresh as they were when she began the day.

Fine; good – off to a grand start – as it usually was with her.  Will let the rest of the text speak for itself:


shameless slut: Panties are blue and instantly moist for M

phlye: yum;   thank you, love… as I harden for YOU

shameless slut: Shivering w pleasure

phlye: bra? you KNOW I covet My nipples, almost as much as I lust for clit and anus

shameless slut: I squeeze my legs together and feel you

phlye: you’re sitting, then

shameless slut: Nipples hard

phlye: and how ARE…good – touch them

shameless slut: No. Leaning on a porch rail

phlye: how…casual

shameless slut: God

phlye: who could be the wiser?

shameless slut: Want you

phlye: knowing YOUR Master is…upside your asshole

phlye: RIPPING your cheeks apart

phlye: LICKING from cunt thru asshole

shameless slut: May I cum for M?

phlye: please

phlye: I love you, my delicious subby slut

shameless slut: Cumming

phlye: even MORE, every time you cum for Me

phlye: lovely

phlye: eXXXcellent turn-around time

phlye: I HOPE you’re messy – HOPE you wind up on unsteady knees

shameless slut: Anyone watching would think I’m having seisures

phlye: good

shameless slut: But no one is

phlye: pity – but a little embarrassment… goes a long way…


…and, on it went…actually, that was pretty much the eXXXtent of it…

For today.  For THIS time.

What will happen next?  Stay tuned!

front burner

April 4, 2010

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The calm, sweet and peaceful like a running brook.  Shallow, above the surface…just enough to immerse the epidermis and keep it safe.

Those good times, when they first met…when she finally revealed her intentions to him…when it finally dawned on him exactly what was going on…

Aah…sweet, succulent burbling…

beneath the surface…tucked in neatly, compacted and confined…the roil.  Because the burn…that was too much to take, certainly all at once, and he had had to find a way of mitigating things…of controlling urges and natural inclinations so they didn’t get the better of him.

…but then thoughts of her extruded again as he drifted back, dangling over the whirlpool, the smell of lava being released from the depths threatening to steal his last gasp in a poisonous vapour trail…

…grabbing her and holding her and squeezing her and loving her…

Focus!  Better things to think about; healthier things to obsess over…

The daily grind.  The 9 to 5; the chores and the duties and the obligations and everything that HAD to be done, NEEDED to be done…

…this was better?

…warmth flooding over him as he drifted again, to when things were better, times were good…

…when she’d loved him…

Running a metaphorical finger over the front element in his mind, the impassive neutrality of it refreshed him, bringing him back from the brink.  Yes, he knew full well where he ought to stay, where his heart would suffer the least damage, and yet…

He recoiled in the heat of their differences, their disagreements…everything that he despaired over.  But he kept his fingers there – nay, placed his entire palm flat onto the incinerating surface.

What pleasure could possibly be derived from such a connexion?

…he knew full well.  He wanted it; savoured it…LOVED it:  the intoxication, the pain…the sinful pleasure…

Because feeling her, being hurt by her, LOVING her…gave him a lease on life he’d never before experienced.  And, call it a narcotic if you want to, but it was no less important than any other nourishment.  T’was needed, desired…and absolutely necessary in order to survive.

One hand on the front burner kept him grounded in reality, the same way he was unable to remove his hand from the back burner.

Yes, this despite the possibility his flirts with disaster could one day subsume him entirely.

Mea culpa…