hnt~ soft and stiff

Last Friday, Master C brought with him a wonderful, stiff, leather flogger. So today, I thought I’d show it off with my soft rump. This picture was specially selected for your viewing pleasure by Master C himself. Enjoy! 

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That’s Poker

“Saying ‘That’s Poker’ is a way of saying you took a bad beat without complaining.” -Scott Fischman

I’m a card player, and actualyl a pretty good one. What drives people nuts as they start to learn poker is that skill only takes you so far. If you do everything right, you can give yourself a 95% chance to win a hand. But there is still that ugly 5%, when the one card in the deck can come out and take it all away. It’s called a bad beat. People go mad over this, screaming, and abusing, then going on tilt, blowing away all the rest of their chips over the next few hands with steam shooting out of their ears.

What it means is simple: you can do everything right and still lose. Experts learn to shrug it off, and keep their center. And it boils down to a smiple phrase:

That’s Poker.

It’s life, too. Sometimes, you do the best you can, you make no mistakes, but you still lose.

But there are times you can’t just shrug it off, as much as you’d like to. Losing something you would rather have kept just hurts sometimes. When that happens, the only thing to do is push back from the table, take a break, do something else, and just wait it out, until your head is right again, and you are making good decisions.

Anyone up for some Scrabble?

public service announcement against the Scandal Shack

I don’t normally do this, but it is necessary to alert my readers and fellow bloggers of a site that is stealing content to use on their site for their benefit.

The site in question is called the Scandal Shack and they claim to “share sexy scandals” but they are, in fact, the scandal and not very sexy at that. You see, their entire site is not built from original material. It is all the works of other bloggers and sites. They take the content, add their own pictures, (often pornographic) and also insert ad links within the text.

They stole both “spirited filly” and “at peace” from me… slapped it onto their site and added an image to it and also sprinkled dozens of ads throughout MY text. They never once asked me if I wanted to be part of their site. I don’t mind sharing my work on other sites from time to time and I usually do with my expressed permission first, but this site is massacring my work and the works of other bloggers. Oh and they claim it is ok to do so because they link back to the original content.

I discovered their thievery last night, because WordPress will show me who is linking to my posts. When I discovered they stole “spirited filly” I left them this comment:

WTF is this? You steal my writing and then put some trashy porn picture with it and ads!???!!! Take it down! This is not your writing to use in such a tasteless manner! Take it down NOW!

I then return back to my blog and write another post called “at peace” and wouldn’t you know… that post gets stolen too! So I leave them this message:

STOP STEALING MY POSTS ASSHOLES

BTW, You won’t see my comments because they will never get approved by their site.

Their response to my comments are:

Are you illiterate ?

In any case, as a nice portal, we’d try to help even rude asshole like you.

To claim coyright, do the right thing: -

http://scandalshack.com/dmca/

If your claim if bona fide, we will put up a notice to say something like “Asshole XXX does not want to share … we ‘re trashing her junks in no time …”

Listen, we’re here to share stuffs. This explains why we put a link to the source unreservedly … We’re more happy than to trash junks coming from cheap selfish asses.

ScandakShack.com,

Sharing Sexy Scandals, Always.

Clearly I am the one who is illiterate here. I mean clearly. They can’t even get their own site spelled correctly in the email signature. So my cheap, selfish ass responds with:

Yes i am very illiterate. As you can see I can’t even write posts for you to steal and insert porn pictures into and add ad links all over my words … Oh wait … You did do that.

What on earth makes you think you have the right to steal someone’s art and then massacre it with ad links and porn pictures?

What you are doing is against the law and you stole it from MY site http://mydesire.wordpress.com. The first 2 posts on my site were stolen and then massacred with ad links. That is not sharing. That is using someone else’s work for your profit. And I am happy to be called selfish because I do not wish my hard work to be ruined with porn pics and embedded text links.

Even your copyright claims page has ads embedded in the text!

To which the Scandal Shack kindly responds with:

We’d just tell you one more time: -

There is no money in the portal, the ads or what bullshits that you’re very jealous of is only a hope to help pay for hosting, they generate nothing significant.

If you wish, you may take over our job. We’re happy to let you do the hosting as long as you agree to publish feeds from our community unreservedly, at least the way we do or perhaps better.

Enough said. Do the right thing or we’ll not entertain you anymore.

A word of advice here, next time, don’t start off calling other asshole. And if you continue to harass us, we’d embarrass thoroughly in your community.

Good nite.

Yes Scandal Shack of crap, I am very jealous of your ads and text links and what you refer on your own as “bullshits”. No thanks, I do not want your jobs. Ah.. so I am the one who has to do the right thing? Oh excuse me, I didn’t realize I was in the wrong for demanding you take down MY material off of your site. I am such a stupid girl sometimes. I find it very silly that I am harrassing you.. and what is that I see… a threat? Very nice of you. And to what community you speak of that you will embarrass me in front of?

So there you have it readers and fellow bloggers. I have in fact, “done the right thing” and submitted my claim through their site. Let’s see if it does anything. In the meantime, some of you may want to see if your stuff has been put up on their site. I have recognized one fellow blogger and will be contacting them shortly. I have also just noticed they have an HNT category on their site, so some of our images are being used for their benefit as well.

If you want to spread the word feel free to reblog this post or link to it.

xo mina

**** Update 7/28/2011 I have contacted HostGator and they have removed my posts from Scandal Shack’s site. As it stands however, Scandal Shack is still alive and still stealing content from blogs. I will have to see if he continues to import my posts from Secret Desires as I write them. ****

If you have become a victim of Scandal Shack, don’t bother contacting them. You’ll just be hassled. Contact Hostgator directly. Email them at abuse@hostgator.com and also fill out your claim quick and easily here http://www.hostgator.com/dmca.php

© At Longing’s End

Friday with Master C

Arrival

Master arrives later than usual. Career responsibilities suck that way sometimes. My dog is the first to greet him at the door with her usual, “Who the fuck are you and why are you in here?” charm, before I come bounding down the hallway to greet him myself. The dog disappears as I throw myself into Master’s arms and we stay like that for a little bit of time. We take deep breaths, letting the scent of each other overcome our bodies. Finally we break apart just enough to shower each other in kisses.

Time is not our friend today and Master wastes very little time inspecting me. Today, I wore for him a short jean skirt and one of

top from Milan

my new tops from Milan, which he had commented that he really liked when he saw a picture of it when I first bought it. He raises my skirt, touching me and I feel his tongue invade my folds. His strong hands (man that man has a vice grip) squeeze my tender flesh. It’s a mix of pleasure and pain before he leads me into the more spacious living room.

Challenge

The challenge is simple really. My ass against his hand. Who would win? Who would need to end things first? Would I need to yelp my cautionary safe word before his hands couldn’t take anymore?

On my knees, my face into the couch and my hands behind my back, Master begins to undress. He takes his suit jacket off and lays it on the couch. He then takes his tie off, but uses it to keep my hands bound behind my back. Then, I feel his hand on my bare ass. He pats it gently at first, but then starts increasing the impact. Light, but loud smacks begin to echo off the walls, until finally he let’s loose and his hand comes down with fury. Over and over he spanks me hard. Sometimes I feel relief as he alternates between one cheek to the other, but other times I am at the brink as he continually swats me in the same place. I don’t know how much I can take. My yelps turn to growls and I can hear Master chuckling.

Finally, the rain ends and I can feel the heat emanating from my ass. It’s a delicious feeling, that throbbing below my flesh as Master runs his hand over my rear. I can feel the heat from both my ass and his hand. He leans over and kisses me, showing me his red and swollen hand.

Who is the winner? Who knows honestly… Master gave it to me on both cheeks, but he only used one hand. Had he used both of his hands.. I may have very well caved. Or if he had focused on one cheek. Maybe we’ll never know. I’m a little stubborn that way.

Fetch me my crop

I’m instructed to get on all fours and fetch his crop. I crawl down the hallway, Master following me every step of the way. His eyes watching my hips sway back and forth as I crawl along the floor. Once in the bedroom, I use my mouth and pick up the crop from the bed. I turn to Master and he instructs me to walk it back to the couch. He reaches the couch before and me sits down, ready to receive my offering.

I place the crop in his open hands but do not let go until he verbally tells me it is alright to. I await his next instructions.

Now would be a good time

“Now would be a good time to set up a camera if you’d like to video a spanking. I do rather like the idea myself.” I hear Master’s words, and I do wish to one day video him spanking me, but my desires to not break the moment are strong. I wish to just continue.

On all fours, the assault on my ass does not stop, but is instead heightened by new implements. He uses his hands, the crop, the nylon cane and has added a new leather flogger to the arsenal. It’s a wickedly thick flogger. I don’t know how this is even possible, but Master manages to bruise the inside of my ass cheeks!

feeling the heat

Clamped

Master pulls out a new set of toys. He has seen my many pictures of my clamped nipples before and knows I can wear nipple clamps well. He has a set of nipple clamps different than mine. They are a bit more menacing as mine are just “tweezer” clamps. Not only does Master’s nipple clamps have a chain from one clamp to the other, but it also has a chain that leads to two more clamps for my labia. I have never had my labia clamped before.

Master carefully applies the clamps to my nipples and checks to make sure I am ok with them since they are harder than the one’s I am used to. (He’s a sweet Master isn’t he?) He then applies the other two clamps to my labia. However, we run into a little glitch. He applies the first clamp and it slides right off of my labia. I’m a little wet at the moment. *grins* The second attempt is much more successful and both clamps are applied and remain in place. So now I have my nipples and labia clamped and all are attached together by a chain.

Master has me raise my arms above my head and I hold them in place. He then picks up the large flogger and begins flogging my ass and back. Each blow jostles my body. I can feel the sensations in my nipples and labia. I enjoy the feel of having everything clamped and connected. I enjoy it even more that I become aware of it with each new blow to my backside.

Master removes the clamps to my labia after some time since it is all new to me and he then has me hold the chain in my teeth for a few more swats. He lets me let go of the chain and he gives it a few pulls up and down, left and right before letting the clamps pull right off. I feel that surge of pain as the clamps are yanked off and Master covers my nipples with his mouth.

Not quite finished yet

Master has me squat on the couch. I use my arms for support along the back of the couch. He then uses the crop on my breasts, cunt and inner thighs. His cunt isn’t used to swats and it is a lot for me to bare, but I take his beating like a good little pain slut should.

I’m allowed a break and Master asks if he can get me some water. I melt into the couch cushions as Master takes care of a few things. He reemerges, but not with my glass of water yet. Instead he has a rope and I kneel for him as he fashions a collar around my neck and the length of the rope is used as a leash.

On all fours once again, Master positions the rope safely on my neck, and while using his foot on my ass and tension in the leash, he pushes me forward ever so slightly creating a tightness in the rope that pulls at my neck just a little. After doing this a few times, he continues the swatting of my ass, only this time he uses the leash rope to swat me. He swings the rope over the roundness of my ass and it stings his cunt lips. Over and over he does this. It’s almost unbearable. Over and over the rope swings over my ass and harshly licks his cunt lips. I growl and hiss and even swing my head over in an attempt to … well it’s silly because I would never actually bite him… but the thought is to bite his calf. Instead I simply throw my side into him.

Edge

***Note, the following is a very serious example of edge play. Safety and caution should always be used. This subject is not to be taken lightly. Though it was my first experience, Master has had experience and has knowledge in this matter. ***

Master’s hands take hold of the rope collar around my neck and he positions it just right. He moves it just underneath my jaw line and above my larynx. Master asks if I am comfortable and that the collar is not at all pulling or pushing on my larynx and I tell him I am fine. Of course, I have no idea what is about to happen next.

I feel a few tugs on the rope above me, until suddenly the rope is pulled upward. At first, I’m not sure what is happening, so I lift my body with it, but then I begin to understand that Master is trying to give me my very first taste of breath play. So I submit to it. I focus on the tension at my neck and can feel and hear my pulse beating hard. There is a split second where I wonder if it’s going too far but then I remind myself Master would never harm me and I can trust him.  Then Master releases me. I collapse to the floor and take in a large gulp of air and suddenly I am floating. Right as I take in my breath, I feel this warm sensation wash over my head and this intense swirl of dizziness takes over. I smile and say, “oh fuck.”

Master gets on the floor and looks at me and asks if I am ok and if something is wrong, and I just look at him and tell him that was fucking incredible. He continues a mixture of swats to my body with the rope, followed by a repositioning of the rope and another pull upward. In the end, it was that first pull on the rope that really sent me to the edge and back and I will never forget that rush. Holy fuck that was incredible.

To the bedroom

Master gathers the flogger and my leash and leads me to the bedroom. I follow him like a good pet on all fours. This time

the flogger

however, my nostrils are met with a most wonderful smell. I can’t believe I hadn’t noticed the sweet heavy smell of leather the entire time Master was using the flogger on me. It’s the smell of a stable tack room. I take in a deep breath of the scent and for a little while I am transported to a place I once knew and happiness surrounds me.

Once in the bedroom, Master has me sit back on my heels and he hands me the glass of water. He tells me to drink up and I do. Once satisfied, he places my glass of water on the dresser and moves behind me. Oh, my poor little ass! Master is far from finished with it. Using the flogger he continues his onslaught to my ass. Just when I think I can’t take anymore he gives me more. There is a mix of “thuds” and “stings”. I yelp and scream and hiss and growl, until finally… FINALLY… Master has his fill.

“I really let you have it”

On the floor

Master moves around me and before I know it, he’s on the floor, laying on his back. I straddle him, trying not to smear my cunt juices all over his suit. He takes the rope from my leash and begins binding my breasts. I’ve never really had them bound before. Master says they don’t need to be. They are so full on their own. But Master goes ahead and binds them tightly. It’s a bit uncomfortable but I now understand how breasts feel when they are bound. My breasts are full and tight. Every touch is amplified. Every slap to my breast feels harder. Master’s mouth on my nipples feel both pleasurable and painful. The tipping point for me comes when his mouth sucks on my breasts extremely hard. I swear that man has a vice grip for fingers and a vacuum for a mouth!

Making him feel good

After pain, comes pleasure with Master. We snuggle in bed together and Master has finally taken off his clothes, he lays back on the bed. The rain begins to fall hard against my roof top window and he gets to experience the romance of it all. As he lays back, I move between his legs and begin licking his cock. I take long leisurely licks up his shaft while looking into his eyes. “Fuck that’s hot,” is all he can say to me. I take him into my mouth, deep and deeper hitting my throat. I do this to thicken my saliva and bring it forth. I use my saliva as a lube for my hand. My mouth wrapped around his cock works together with my hand. I can feel his pleasure rising, so I slow down. I stroke him gently with my hand only, letting my tongue occasionally slide up his shaft. Again, I take him into my mouth and suck his cock. Again I feel his pleasure rising, so I ease off of him. This time I stroke him using just my hand as my mouth finds his balls. Master tells me he’s going to come and I make a decision to take him into my mouth and take all of him. I stroke his cock as he ejaculates into my mouth and I swallow him down.

Master shivers as I let him go. He smiles, lost in the absolute pleasure I have just given him. I smile, quite happy with myself. I can’t wait to give him a repeat performance soon.

My turn

Master slides a condom on and hands me my LELO Gigi vibe. He then slides his cock inside me and I purr. I enjoy the sensation of Masters cock sliding in and out of me. My muscles clench as he slows down and makes his thrusts slow, deep and hard. He then speeds things up, fucking me rapidly. I lose myself in an orgasm as he fucks me. He pulls out exclaiming, “fuck things get tight down there.” I can’t help but smile.

Tears

proud

Time passes too quickly. We don’t have enough time to enjoy each others bodies. Master has more career responsibilities to tend to for the evening. As he gets dressed, I feel the tightness in my throat begin. We stand in the living room, exchanging words meant just for us and the tears begin streaming down my face. He wipes them away gently with his thumb, promising we’ll see each other again soon. It isn’t until he walks out the door that my sobs erupt.

Out of all the things Master does to me… it’s not his strikes that make me cry.. it’s him simply leaving. At least there will be a next time ….

© At Longing’s End

HNT~ his crop

In honor of me seeing Master C tomorrow… I decided to take a photo with one of my favorite of his “ouchie” implements.

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brutal

My husband and I lead a unique life, to say the absolute least. It’s not an easy one. It’s quite complicated and has many turns and twists. Above all these factors however, is the absolute brutality of our love for one another.

Our love is “in your face” brutal, because we are “in your face” honest.

The darkest shadow of my mind glimmers even in the absence of light. Ignorance knows no bliss here. Only brutal open honesty. We tear each other almost daily with the brutality of our truths. Unspoken words find voice as the thoughts pour from our mouths. Desires and lust spill forth on pages or invade our ears. No stone left unturned.

We hurt the ones we love the most because there is no other way we know how to be. I love you… and I love him too. I can not imagine my life without the other. My heart and happiness always belongs with you and now it’s found someone else to share as well. I share my life with you and I want to share it with him. Your love is enough for me and his love puts me over the edge.

I talk to you about my desires for someone else’s flesh, because you do the same to me. No boundaries. No borders. Just open, gut wrenching,  honesty. Plunge the knife deep into our chests and when it can’t go in any farther, slice it open exposing the very essence of our being.

How can we be so brutal? How can we say such things? How can we risk damaging the innocence of our union? How can we be so cruel?

Because there is no other way I know how to be. Our brutal honesty is the very foundation of our beautiful love. With it comes a deeper connection. With it comes an overwhelming feeling of appreciation. With it comes a bonding understanding. It’s our story. It’s our marriage. It’s our everlasting love.

It’s the beauty in our brutality.

© At Longing’s End

 

magic happens again

Welcome Home

Master buzzes the door to the building and I let him in. At the same time, I open the door just a crack so he can let himself into my apartment while I scurry to shut the television off and peel off my socks. I’m wearing a skirt and shirt and socks would have just looked a little odd. By the time I make it to my front door again, he’s already pushing it open. Immediately our eyes lock and we smile in pure happiness. He puts his things down in the hall and we embrace.

We stay like this for a very long time, just holding each other tightly. I can feel him shudder against me. We kiss. We hug. We smile. We hug tighter. “Welcome home,” I whisper. “It feels like home,” he answers. “Even as I was driving down the street.”

We hold each other some more. Both of us, still in disbelief that he’s actually here. Yet here he is. In my apartment, holding me and kissing me.

Adoration

Things are never rushed with Master. He likes to take his time with me. He likes to take me in slowly. We stay in the hallway as his hands begin to explore my body. He lifts my skirt, exposing my bare bottom. With one arm he holds me in place while his hand strikes my ass many many times. I feel the delicious sting on my flesh. I moan in pleasure. I just love a good hand spanking.

Master pushes me against the wall, his hands exploring my breasts both under and above my shirt. He pinches and squeezes. My breath catches in my throat. Master has a tight grip. His fingers are insanely strong. Out of all the things he does to me, it’s his tight grip on my breasts that hurt the most.

He sinks down in front of me, pushing my skirt up once more. His hands trail my legs and he remarks on the nasty bug bites. I groan and thank him for pointing out what the little fucking bugs have done to my poor legs and arms. I’m just too sweet and they can’t resist taking a bite. Just like Master who loves sinking his teeth into my ass flesh. He plunges his fingers inside me, thrusting deep and hard, hitting my gspot. I moan in pleasure at the feel of him inside me and the sounds of my wetness.

Getting Started

Master leads me into the living room. He takes his time again admiring my body. He takes my skirt off first and eventually my shirt. This time, Master decides to start with my ass. He has brought a new “ouchie” for us to play with. It’s a nylon cane. He uses

day after

it on my backside as I stand with my arms folded behind my back. He warms me up by gently tapping at first, but then his wrists crack sharply and the cane stings my flesh. Carefully and precisely, he begins striping my backside. The marks he leaves remain dark on my body and I love them. So detailed and made with love by my sadist.

He puts me, head first into the sofa, my back arched and ass in the air. He uses the crop on me first. Alternating between soft blows and sharp stings. Then he moves to the really stingy dressage whip. I yelp and groan as he uses it on my ass.

Once satisfied, Master moves in behind me and uses his fingers to penetrate me. He pounds my cunt with his fingers, hitting my gspot. I moan as he molests my body. I can feel him stretching me, turning his fingers inside me, opening me up to his hand.

Master moves a pillow below me and allows me to kneel on the floor, keeping my head firmly on the sofa. He pulls out the next set of surprises from his bag, lots and lots of rope. He begins by making wrist and ankle cuffs, checking in on me the whole time and making sure they are not too tight. He’s such a sweet sadist at times.

Kneel Up Here

Master sits back on the sofa, spreading his legs and directs me to kneel in front of him. We kiss, we laugh and we talk. He feels the welts on my ass and smiles. Inevitably, however, his attentions are always on my breasts. He’s rough with them. He squeezes them hard, causing me to yelp in pain. He bites them and pinches them. The pain is so overwhelming I begin to laugh and have to apologize. It seems that when I am met with an overwhelming amount of pain, I often laugh. I’m not intentionally laughing at the person. I think it’s just an odd mix of emotion. I am happy to have these things done to me (otherwise I wouldn’t be doing it in the first place), yet it hurts terribly bad so I also feel like weeping and finally it’s all kind of unbelievable that I even allow such a thing to happen to me in the first place. So there is a huge bowl of emotions mixed together of, happiness, ridiculousness, love, and pain and it seems to be expressed in the end with laughter.

Master binds my arms loosely behind my back and gives me warning. He tells me I am not to fall backwards, if I need to fall, I can fall into him and he will catch me. He then begins to assault my breasts with hard slaps and brutal squeezes. He takes them into his mouth and sucks hard. He has an incredible mouth filled with sharp teeth and great sucking power.

Finally, he decides I have endured his pain well.

Pleasure

We take things to the bedroom. Master puts me on all fours, my face to the mattress and my ass in the air. He lubes my anal plug and slides it into my ass. At the same time, he begins rubbing his fingers along my clit. There’s a small dance that begins. At first his fingers don’t do much, but then I begin to feel that spark of pleasure. Occasionally he’ll pull on my plug and suddenly the pleasure begins to thud harder. I’m not exactly sure what Master is doing to stimulate my clit, but it works. Before I know it, I am having a very strong orgasm as my screams bounce off the walls. My body shudders and I collapse onto the bed, still trembling. Master slides up beside me  and we cuddle for a little while, before he decides I need to wash up a bit.

Bathroom

Master leads me into the bathroom by my ropes and helps me into the shower. I gently rinse myself off down below since an ample amount of lube had been used. I get back out of the shower and he hands me a towel. Master tells me to kneel in front of him and he begins caressing my face gently. He tells me to open my mouth and stick out my tongue. He slides his finger down my throat, testing my gag reflex. I feel the tears stream down my face as I choke. Other times, I successfully take his finger without a contraction. He presses the fabric of his pants against my face, taunting me with his erection.

“Do you think you can handle it?”

“Yes,” I answer.

“Yes, I think you can handle my cock too.”

He unbuckles his belt and already I feel the wetness rush between my thighs. He slides his pants off first and unbuttons the lower half of his dress shirt. Next, he slides his briefs down. Here it is, my chance to finally see his erection and yet I do not look. It is not until he is holding it in his hand and guiding it to my open and waiting mouth, that I finally look upon my Master’s cock. He runs it down my throat. I do my best to not gag, but sometimes you just can’t help it. Especially as he slowly and continually fucks my throat. My saliva thickens and the tears stream down my face. He stops, telling me I can go at my pace. I take him into my mouth, still forcing him down, but I also take the time to worship his cock.

I suck on Master’s cock, taking it in deep, bobbing my head back and forth. I lick it’s shaft and down to his balls. I take those into my mouth as well. I take my time with Master’s cock, giving it the treatment that a good cock sucker like myself does. I can see he is pleased and it is confirmed by his telling me I am good at it.

Back to the Bedroom

Master leads me back into the bedroom. He hangs my head off of the side of the bed and begins plunging his cock inside my mouth. I take it as best I can. Still the tears stream down my face.

Finally, Master moves to the lower half of my body as he puts a condom on. This is it! I think to myself. I finally get to have Master’s cock inside me!

With my anal plug still in place, Master slides his cock inside me. It’s a most wonderful feeling. I am overwhelmed with joy as I feel him thrust in and out of my body. Immediately Master comments on the tightness of my cunt and I grin happily. “Ok squeeze me,” he tells me. At his last visit I told him how much I enjoyed surprising my male lovers by the feel of my clenching muscles. I squeeze him and his face erupts in utter shock. He’s astounded how men don’t just up and orgasm right then and there. After some vigorous thrusting inside me, Master pulls out and pulls his condom off to ejaculate all over my torso. I enjoy the feel of his warm semen painting my flesh.

Hard Limit

After cleaning me up a bit, and making a mess of his undershirt, Master pulls out the last of the surprises he has brought. It is a hitachi-like device. Any one who knows me, knows I am NOT a Hitachi lover. It is absolutely unnecessary for me to use such a device. I’ve always joked about it being a hard limit for me. But who am I to deny someone who wants to force multiple orgasms out of my body?

So after placing a condom on the “device”, Master turns it on and places it on my body and I immediately want it off my body! *Laughing* It is just too damn powerful. We experiment a bit longer with it. I find a location that’s a bit comfortable for it to be placed. I can see how this device can cause an orgasm in 0-2.5 seconds. I’m not sure why you would want to though. In the end, I have a few orgasms but I feel as though the device is robbing me of them instead of giving them to me. I feel the orgasm approach but as it begins erupting, the device almost steals them from me, eliminating the pleasure and instead replacing it with over stimulation.

I am willing to explore the use of this toy again. I’m sure we can find a happy medium.

I Don’t Call You My Pain Slut For Nothing

As we lay side by side again, enjoying the moment and the pillow talk, Master decides it’s time to give me a bit more pain. Again my ass becomes the victim of his spanks, crop and whips. I yelp and scream but it isn’t until I growl that Master smiles. He wants me to get angry and growl at him. In a way it’s me accepting the pain and moving past it. In growling at him, I have acknowledged the pain and this delights him.

Then my breasts fall victim. He tortures them terribly this time using the wicked dressage whip on them. I scream and squirm and bitch and moan. The whip stings fiercely and I look at him with contempt in my eyes. I groan that deep groan of surrender and again Master is pleased.

Exploring Him

It’s my first time being able to explore him. In my fit of happiness, I assault him in kisses and caresses. I get to explore his body and find the little places I adore, as he lies on his back. I run my hands over him. Up and down his body. I run my hands along his sides and suddenly I am confronted with a most pleasurable feeling. I do it again, running my hands along his sides. It appears I have found my favorite spot of his body. It’s that nice curve, above the hip bone but just below the rib cage. I can’t stop running my hands along it. His skin is soft and smooth. I think the reason why I end up liking it so much, is because that area of his body is a touch feminine.

My attentions go back to his cock. Like him, I enjoy exploring bodies. I love exploring cocks. I love that there are no two cocks alike. I fondle his cock, looking at it with my observant eyes before tasting it again. I take him into my mouth, playing with the head of his cock with my tongue. I lick his shaft and balls.

Before I know it, Master wants to have me again.

Ass

Master puts another condom on and removes my plug. So this is it. Weeks of training with my plug. His working of my ass the last time he saw me. This is the moment where we would get to see how well my training has done.

Master slides his cock inside me and at first I’m not sure what I feel, but then he begins to fuck me, like really fuck my ass and I moan because it feels so fucking good. I’m not the only one who feels this way either. Suddenly Master is groaning about how incredibly good my ass feels and the profanities are flying out of his mouth. It takes little to no time for him to explode inside my ass.

I enjoy being fucked in the ass by Master and, don’t tell him I said this, I really want him to fuck me in the ass again.

Time To Say Goodbye

We spend the remainder of our time together talking, both of us nude or nearly nude. We migrate into the living room, standing, talking , kissing and fondling. We both know the time for good byes is coming, but neither one of us wants to acknowledge it. Besides, I really want to feel his cock inside me again.

I sink down to my knees, my intentions very clear. I begin to lick and suck Master’s cock. I want to excite him enough to fuck me once more. Ass or cunt, it doesn’t matter, I just want him inside me.

It works and we move back into the bedroom. He puts a condom back on and I lie back. He slides his cock inside me and I groan. He thrusts deep and hard inside me and I really want to have an orgasm for him as he his fucking me. I ask Master to hand me my vibrator. I turn it on and place it on my clit and immediately the pleasure sparks. My muscles tighten and Master’s eyes grow wide.

He slowly pumps his cock into me as I ride the vibrations. It doesn’t take me long before a powerful orgasm erupts through my body. I watch Master as he processes the feel of my orgasm around his cock. He is in awe. He’s never felt something so intense like that before. I can’t help but smile. There are few people who have felt my beautiful orgasms.

Parting is Such Sweet Sorrow

my favorite mark

We find ourselves at the doorway. We hold each other tight. We kiss each other. We are happy and at peace. It’s been a beautiful day. He tells me his German equivalent of “till we meet again.” There is an overwhelming amount of love in our hearts for each other.

I watch him walk through the door and a sadness hits me. But like last time, I am comforted by the fact that there will be a next time.

The Aftermath

After having told my husband Sylvanus about everything that happened between Master and I, it seems that I turned him on. He insists that if I am going to be a whore wife, I best start acting  like one. So, like any good whore wife I gave my husband an equally great cock sucking, followed by riding his cock until finally, my husband gave my ass a sound fucking. Only this time, my husband shoots a load of cum inside my ass. I have never had a load of cum in my ass before and it is a nice experience to have for the first time with my husband.

I am a very happy slut. Three holes and two different cocks filling them, all in one day. My life is blessed!

© At Longing’s End

 

Making Out

2011 – A Saturday Afternoon in July, The Public Gardens, Milan, Italy

Mina and I are walking through the hot, sun-filled park with our dog when I catch a slithering motion out of my left eye. Under the shade of a large tree, finding some measure of escape from radiant heat, a young couple is making out. Not the lying-beside-each-other soft kissing, the lying-on-top-of-each-other making out. To some extent, I’m somewhat surprised by the absolute shamelssness of it. It does not go unnoticed by Mina, either.

“Are you jealous?” she asks.

“I just want to see how far they are going to take this concept right here”

We sit down at a bench a ways away to rest the pup in the sweltering day. We start talking about making out, and back when we were teenagers and that used to be such an insane thing all by itself, and something you could just do for hours, and maybe, just maybe, there might be some hands involved. She pauses for a moment, and then asks “You never had a relationship like that, did you?” Though my years before 29 were largely wasted, they weren’t completely so…

1995 – A Saturday Afternoon in July, Lake Anna, Virginia

I’m at summer camp, and we’re on an exhibition to the lake trying to escape the blast furnace of a Central Virginia summer after the dorm air conditioning failed. I’m a “rising senior” who officially has a girlfriend, but it’s a relatively sterile relationship with a girl a year ahead of me who is about to leave for MIT, so it already has an expiration date. Granted that date is two months away, but I’ve already resigned to things being over. On the bus over, I wind up sitting next to girl from another section. For whatever reason, it’s amazingly easy to talk to her, and we get along brilliantly. She discovers, somewhat late, that I have a girlfriend, and is embarrassed. Of course a guy like you has a girlfriend…

Then next day we meet, and it’s going to be awkward, I know it. But she simply says, “well, you have a decision to make. Your girlfriend is not here.” I should say, that at this stage in my social development, that was the correct amount of subtlety needed to get my attention – none at all. I dithered over it the whole day, and that night, I kissed her. It was jus ta peck on the lips, then a return trip where our tongues met. This was my first real French kiss, something my official girlfriend didn’t like doing. She did. And I liked it too.

The camp was at the campus of local college, and she had spent the first week with some other students identifying possible makeout spots. The next day, we peeled away after lunch for half an hour as she showed me what proved to be our favorite, right in front of the chemistry building, in a small crevice between the front stairs and the building itself. Every day, we snuck away there, or when the heat was too oppressive for even us, to our classroom building, any time we could find a spare half hour, and it was just lips and tongue, and it was amazingly seet for my young mind. But another fact would eventuall come into the conversation: she wasn’t a virgin. Then…it began to progress. Hands.

She had to tell me what to do. “Under” was her exact instruction. My first breast, first nipple. I only ever got to one (the left, if you must know). She would tell me later that that side would always be more sensitive. I liked believing that. it was a strange mixture of fearlessness and shyness. On one hand she wrote me a note suggesting she give me a blowjob (which I did not take her up on, because I was stupid). On the other, the first day she did touch me…there…I had to put her hand on it. I still remember that moment as I kept kissing and I could feel her being distracted. I asked what was wrong. Deep breath. She finally says “You, my friend, are quite large.” There was no small amount of fear in her voice.

Size was a frequent issue. She was only an inch taller than Mina, who is 16 inches shorter than I am. There was a tremendous moment in the classroom building where i Was sitting on a bench and she was standing, and commenting on how strange it was to be taller than me. I told her not to get used to it. She replied “Maye I like being taller than you,” and pressed my against the wall as she kissed me with fury. I still remember that moment, the exact inflection of her voice, the thud of my head against the wall…it was amazingly sexy.

The three weeks we spent together were tumultuous, and even included a breakup. We got back together after the breakup, and spent a lovely Sunday morning under a sapling, hardly hidden form anyone’s view, but hands throughly engaged along with the kissing. After the camp ended, we stayed in touch. We’ve seen each other again off and on through the years. At one point we met again, both unhappily married, to finally consummate this long connection. We were different people then, and didn’t really know each other the same way. All the same, some people in your life never go away. We may never see each other again, but we will never be nothing.

2011 – Friday night in July, the hotel room, Milan, Italy

We are finally lying down in our tiny, but lush hotel room. After I had reconfigured my computer to function as a wireless hotspot for the hotel’s wired connection, we resumed our routine of internet socializing, with live commentary, until bedtime. I felt sleep coming on very fast this time, as the treacherous drive through a storms Gotthard pass and Milanese street traffic had worn me down. As I lie there, I feel Mina’s hand on my hip, running up and down. For a moment, my brain is still sinking into the tar pit of slumber. Her hand continues to move with intent. For minutes it drags on as my exhausted mind begs for sleep, but a more primal urge is rising forward, wrenching me from the entrapping darkness. Sleep will wait.

My arm lifts up, opening my body to her and I scoot closer. My lips find Mina’s and there are soft kisses before my lips drift away to the nape of her neck, my bare teeth flashing out to bite into her muscle and she cries out. My hand comes dow nto her breast as her fingers play up my back, until my lips follow my hand. as I begin to shift and settle my weight onto her, she surges up from the mattress, pushing me onto my back. Her leg curls out across my body, planting on the other side of me as she pulls herself on top. Her hips turn expertly, opening her body up and deftly swallowing my erection into her darkness. Her body launches into a slow, practiced grind as my own undulates in rhythm under her, and she methodically climbs the hill to an orgasm, piercign the Italian night with her moans. Her motions shifts, and she pumps herself up and down on me, and my own orgasm follows, as she smiles with every spurt inside her. She lays on me for a few minutes. After a soft kiss, she dismounts and we clean ourselves up before drifting off into Saturday.

2011 – A Saturday Afternoon in July, The Public Gardens, Milan, Italy

As I snap the telephoto lens onto my camera and swing around for a surreptious picture, Mina thinks out loud about how we’ve changed. We’re like teenagers any more, it’s really about the sex. I think back to the night before, and how few kisses our sex needed, wonderful though it was. Even my experiences with others, those first times, seem never to involve much kissing. In many ways, it feels like I lost something, or that I have changed as a grownup. I have gone from a life of having what I could get away with to a life of having all that I care to take. But even with Mina, there is something strange and forced about making out. As though my head is not in that same place where THAT is all I’m looking forward to, where that is getting me through my day, where we are meeting just to do that, because it is the most exciting possible thing to do.

We leave before the couple finishes. A half an hour of staring was enough for us, but clearly not remotely enough for them. And it never got past the kissing stage, which, in a lot of ways, is really cute. But that was their thing, and that’s all it ever should be. We certainly have enough for our own.

On the other hand, I am thinking this as I sit on a bench with my wife and my dog in Italy, as we talk about having sex with other people, openly with each other. There is no shame, no shyness. No listening for my parents at the door, no trying to figure out what we can do in a car, no roommates, no approbation of authority, no foolish ideas of saving myself. it’s not the good ol’ days. It’s a damned sight better.

© At Longing’s End

I’m not dead

Hey everyone. It’s me. Sylvanus. Just letting you know I’m alive.

It’s been a while, I know. Mina’s been acting up and having a hell of a time. I’m happy for her – but then, I’ve lived with her for years and known and experienced how bad she has wanted this. It means a lot to me to see her so happy.

It’s been weird on some other fronts though. To some extent, I’ve allowed myself (as Sylvanus) to disappear. Last month was very challenging at work, and there were a few good-sized rocks thrown in my mental pond. Knowing that this better life we have we’ve only just got, I’ve turned my mind to work more and more, focusing on making this factory profitable. Part of this means I now enjoy some of the fastest typing thumbs in the world, as my iPhone keeps me chained to work at all hours. But it also means my sex drive has dimmed noticeably, and my desire to be a dominant has evaporated.

On the other side, seeing what DomC hath wrought has also set me back a bit. I see in him the Dom I have never been, but wished I was. And that can be a tough thing. The rapidly-flaring chemistry between him and Mina has also taken me by surprise, something I haven’t fully recovered from, though I am on the mend. It has surprised me how old bugaboos have flared up, as well, and it has given me another thing to dispatch.

But most of all, I have felt this weird sense of almost being a forgotten ghost, forlornly staring at the dinner guests through a painting. I know that something in me is gone, and what I want from life is different. But I don’t know all the what’s yet.

In the meantime, I have decided that I should make my presence more felt in the world. I’m tired of pretending not to notice when my place in Mina’s world gets trampled on. And it’s on me to make sure I’m not forgotten.

I’m not dead. Yet.

 

© At Longing’s End

Product Review: Tantus Pro Touch

The lovely people of SexToys UK, has sent me the Tantus Pro Touch for my reviewing pleasure. I love Tantus and have a few of their products. Their products are made of premium silicone, making them very durable and smooth and easy to clean. The Pro Touch is designed to be a g-spot and prostate stimulator. The Pro Touch comes with a powerful bullet vibe that can be inserted into the toy or used to stimulate the clit or perineum. With it’s flared base it can be safely used as an anal toy.

I slid the power bullet into the base of the Pro Touch and began rubbing the head of the toy on my clit. This felt very good. The bullet was strong enough that I could feel the vibrations on my clit. I then inserted the toy inside of me, rocking it back and forth, making it hit my gspot. At times I could feel it very well and at other times it didn’t quite hit the spot for me.

Once I was finished using it to stimulate my wet cunt, I decided to have a go with it in my ass. Remember boys and girls… never stick something in an ass and then stick it into your vagina without properly cleaning it first. Your pussy does not appreciate ass bacteria. Using a water based lube, again because you don’t want to use a silicone lube on a silicone toy, I slid the Pro Touch into my ass. The strong vibrations felt very good stimulating my ass. I felt the toy easily slide inside and out of my ass. I think I may enjoy playing with this toy some more with a willing partner.

All in all, it’s a pretty good product. I think my preference of use for the Tantus Pro Touch will be as an anal toy. I really enjoyed the feel of it in my ass better than in my cunt. However, it will make for a great clit stimulator as well. My one problem with it so far is that I’ve managed to push the bullet so well up inside the toy that I am having a hard time getting it back out again. Oh well,  it will work itself back out again.

Be sure to get your Tantus Pro Touch or other Tantus products at SexToys UK.