Vineyards
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Posted:Dec 10, 2019 10:34 am
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During the summer many of my rides take me through vineyards, some of them quite famous. You've traveled through vineyards haven't you? A slight breeze blowing, the sun beating down. I think of taking you into the vineyards, a collar around your neck, cuffs around your wrists. You in a light summer dress. Me carrying a basket. Looking like we're just going to have a picnic among the vines. I lead you between rows. The foliage full, the ripe grapes bulging on the vine. In a secluded spot I spread the blanket and tell you get on your knees. I reach into the basket and pull out a rope. Sliding the rope through the rings of your cuffs, I bind your wrists to the vines. Your dress is so thin and low cut. I pull it down and your tits spill out. I reach into the basket again and extract a set of clamps, clamps attach your nipples but the chain is attached a single clamp. I reach between your legs and stroke your slit. It's soaking fucking wet and your clit is engorged. I take the hanging clamp and fix it your clit. The pressure makes you moan. There you are bound, clamped, on your knees. I tell you lean forward and as you do, I lift your dress up over your bare ass. I reach into the basket one last time and pull out a jewelled butt plug. Out of the corner of your eye, you catch the sun glinting off the crystal and you know what to expect. It's no surprise as I push that steel plug into your ass. Oh Corina, you look like such a good sub. Can you feel the sun beating down on you? You sense me standing and watch as I walk to the vine and pull off one of the branches. Grape vines make such good switches. You feel it as I draw it between the lips of your cunt. It's emerges glistening. God, you're so fucking wet. I draw it down your back and through your cunt, over and over and over, until you can’t take it. The pressure on your clit, on your nipples. the plug in your asshole. You're ready to explode. And just as the first wave of your orgasm hits, you feel it. My wrist, full force bringing the switch down on your ass. the incredible mixture of pleasure and pain taking you places you've never been.
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We are at a Party
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Posted:Dec 10, 2019 10:32 am
Last Updated:Dec 5, 2021 10:38 am
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We are at a party. Do we know each other? It's hazy in my thoughts. You look luscious in a black dress, black clad legs, and black heels. I catch you gazing at over your shoulder as you disappear into an empty room. I follow you, locking the door behind . I turn. We don't say a word. You are sitting on the couch, legs spread, your hands flirting with the hem of your dress. I move toward you, hovering over you and lower my face to your neck, teeth gently stroking your skin, lips grazing yours, tongue lapping the front of your nec..
You writhe beneath , pulling your dress above your stockings. My teeth dig into you more intensely before I draw back and stand, my eyes moving to the hem of your dress and then flitting upward. You follow the instruction and raise it over your head, dropping it at your side. What is left is stunning, a soft, leather body suit, high-collared but with a full zip that runs from your neck down under your ass. One full pull on the zip would reveal all of you. But I’m patient. I bring my face to yours once again, my tongue sliding into you, my teeth gently tugging your bottom lip. My fingers find the zipper and slowly draw it down, pulling it down to your breasts - leaving just enough room to slide my hands inside the soft leather and feel those lovely soft tits, my fingers finding your nipples and pinching. You look up at with a bratty grin on your face. I press my knee between your legs and slide it up, pushing into your pussy as I continue to tug your nipples. The moan slips from your mouth, your lips opening. But you reach forward and undo the buttons of my shirt, peeling it off. I tug your zipper down and your tits spill free of the leather. Our eyes lock and our fingers find each other, tugging in unison, both of us feeling the delicious pain in our nipples, like an electric wire running between us. My fingers bear down on your nipples and I tug. Hard. You gasp loudly as you embrace the delicious fucking pain in your stretched tits.
Releasing your nipples. My arm reaches under you and lifts your ass while my hand fully unzips you, exposing your beautiful pussy. I stand above you again and tell you to touch yourself. Show how you pleasure yourself. Spread your fucking lips and show that hole like a good little . Your hands dip into your pussy. Your wet finger emerges and you bring it to your mouth savoring the sweet taste of your cunt. My cock is so fucking hard. I look down at you and growl at you to suck it. Telling you what a hot fucking slut you are while I feel your tight, wet, warm mouth wrapped around my coc Thrusting, my cock fucking your mouth, pushing into your throat, making you take all of it. Your eyes looking up at , I pull it from your mouth and start stroke it as I watch you. Angry with you for forcing this self-indulgence on , I start using my cock on you, slapping your tits with my hard cock, wiping it across your face. That only seems encourage you. I look down, your legs spread, your head back, lustful eyes staring at . Your hands working furiously on your cunt. The juices dripping from your wet cunt into your ass. You feel lift your hips higher, the head of my cock pushing into your tight asshole, stretching you open. The shaft of my cock filling you, my hands puling you on to my coc
Your finger rubs that clit and I hear it start sweep over you - the staccato tone of your orgasm as it approaches. My knees flex, my back arches, my hips pumps furiously and I feel the release storming up my cock, erupting and spilling into your ass as my ears fill with your beautiful screams... open your mouth like a good little bitch and let hear you cum.
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Red Linen Dress
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Posted:Dec 10, 2019 10:27 am
Last Updated:Dec 5, 2021 10:39 am
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So … What if I were with you right now… You’re wearing a nice light red linen dress. I’m looking at you from across the room trying picture what was under your white linen dress. What might I see if I took found a hidden spot on the terrace and raised the hem above your waist? A tight black thong? A little french lace? An elegant high cut? Or if I slip the shoulders off and pulled it from your tits? A delicate plunging front-clasped bra, or perhaps nothing? Perhaps you like to feel your nipples against the slightly rough linen. And those high cut slits are so tempting. They're meant to provide a slight intrigue, but they also provide such delicious access to your pussy and your ass. Look, outside, there’s a dark, sheltered patio. No one’s there, no one can see. There's a low ledge, just high enough for you to perch your ass on, the perfect height for me to raise your dress. Look how fucking you are, ripping your panties the side. Your bare wet cunt aching be filled by my hard coc Your heels wrapping behind my legs, pulling toward you. My hands reaching behind your ass, lifting you slightly, enough to get the head of my cock into you and then drop you on to the shaft, filling you, listening to you bury your moans in my shoulder. My lips beside your ear, whispering wicked thoughts into your mind. "You may look the elegant woman, here on this terrace. But I know what a fucking slut you are. I know the dark thoughts that wander the corners of your mind. And I'm going make them come alive."
Or perhaps I should bend you over against that ledge, raise that red linen over your ass, tell you reach behind yourself and grab those cheeks, spread them, show that gaping cunt...
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Professor's Office hours
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Posted:Dec 10, 2019 10:25 am
Last Updated:Dec 13, 2019 12:51 pm
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You wake one morning find a package arrive at your door and a note from . You open the package and inside, you find a beautiful soft leather harness. The note instructs you put it on and admire yourself in the mirror. You do, and the feeling of the soft leather against your skin, framing your exposed tits makes you wet. The note tells you wear the harness under your work clothes and you get wetter just thinking about wearing that leather harness all day, waiting until you can finally see . You look in your closet and take out a sexy but demure high-collared dress and heels. No one but you and I will know what you wear under your dress. Sitting in your office, door closed, you think about and your nipples get hard. You can touch them in your office with no bra in the way. You can massage and rub and squeeze and pull them, thinking about stroking my stiff cock, watching you. And then you get a call from . I tell you come my office. You can barely contain myself. I come down meet you as you arrive, we hug and I feel your hard tits through your clothes. You feel my stiffening coc I take your hand and silently lead you my office. We close the door. I shove you against the wall and kiss you and I ask if you’ve been a good girl. You smile and don't answer. I ask you again and you slowly shake your head no. I ask you what girls get when they've been filthy little sluts and I pinch your tits hard make my point. You moan and I tell you that a bad little bitch like you deserves be spanked. I bend you over my knee, lift up your dress, raise my hand, and bring it down on your ass. You’re so wet and you want my cock in your pussy so badly, but the harness is in the way, and you’re wild with want. You stand up and unbutton my shirt, I want your mouth on my nipples so bad I can taste it. You sit you down in my chair and place your hand on my shoulder blade drawing towards you and licking my nipples with tiny flicks of your tongue. I moan softly, with your other hand cupping my balls you lick, suck, bite my nipples. You bite harder as you stroke my balls. I feel your teeth and rear up, my throbbing cock inches from your lips. Running my hand through your hair, I pull your head back slowly, your mouth opens and you take my delicious cock in your mouth. It’s so hard, throbbing, ready to explode, but you need to feel it in your wet cunt. You reach between your legs and open the snaps on the harness exposing your pussy to , spreading it for , showing how wet you are. Our eyes meet. You don’t need spea I can read it in your eyes. “Fuck please…, please fuck …”. My hand in your hair, pulling gently upward. You raise out of the chair. I move behind you. You feel my hand on the back of your neck, pushing you down onto my des Your hips bending, your ass sticking out, your tits pushing into the cold flat surface, my hands on your cheeks, spreading them open, and the throbbing head of my cock pushing, pushing… and my voice … “my sweet little harnessed bitch. You’re going to learn how to be a good little bad girl…”
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The Cathedral
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Posted:Oct 23, 2018 8:43 am
Last Updated:Dec 5, 2021 10:40 am
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I'm lucky. I get to spend part of each year in a small village in southern France. It’s a tiny place really – one of those villages with a graying population – the patisserie long-since shuttered. But I can get up every morning, get on my bike, do 100-150 km, come home, make some lunch, work through the afternoon and early eve, make some dinner, drink some good wine, go to bed, get up and do it all over again.
The house is quite rustic. The 2nd floor is spare but beautiful. It has dry stone walls 5 centuries old, the peaked roof is about 20 feet above the floor but a series of 6 full log rafters runs from wall to wall at about 8 feet. Here’s what I imagine if you were there with me.
I envision looping a rope over one of the rafters, knotting it to leather cuffs wrapped around your wrists, telling you to get on your knees, pulling your arms taut above your head, and tying the rope off. You’re wearing a beautiful, tight corset, a pair of decadent black heels, and a simple delicate gold chain around your neck. I stroke my cock as I walk around you, stopping to place my hand on the back of your neck, stroke your throat, slap your beautiful tits. Then I stand in front of you, wrap my hands in your gorgeous hair and push my hard cock into your mouth. I want it deep, and start fucking your mouth. Pushing my stiff fucking cock deeper into you, feeling your throat, my tight balls pressed against your chin. Hearing you gasp for breath as I fill you with it. It feels good in your mouth. But I want more. I need more. I untie the rope and pull you up. You rise to your feet. I bend you over at the waist, your arms reaching out on front of you and tie the rope off again. You can rest your weight on the rope, grasp it, swing with it. I walk behind you, eyes on your gorgeous tight ass. You feel my hand spank down on it. Gently at first, slowly getting harder. You’re so focused on my hand lashing your cheeks that you barely feel my cock at the entrance of your wet fucking cunt. Just the head. But when I push it in, you gasp and rock back against me, taking me all into that tight, wet, dark, hole. “Oh fuck yes, that’s my good little bitch”, you hear me murmur. As I start to ride you, pull your hips back into me, slide my thumb up your ass and feel my cock through your ass, pumping in and out. It’s driving me wild. I need you, I need to feel my fucking cock deep in you. You feel it, the head pushing into you. My hands wrapped around the back of your neck now. “Fuck yes, you little slut, feel that fucking cock, feel it in your tight fucking cunt and cum for me. Now.
Occasionally I have meetings in a nearby city. Sometimes, I’ll stop in the cathedral after my meetings. Is it sacrilegious to admit that my cock stirs as I enter? Do I care? It’s stirring because I imagine you here strolling the streets with me, rubbing your tits against me whenever you have the chance, pressing your ass against my groin in a shop, flipping your short skirt to show me that hot thong that barely covers your pussy and leaves your ass bare.
But then we visit the cathedral. It's near the end of the day and it's empty. The side entrances have been closed and locked. I lock the small entrance door after we enter. And we are alone. I stare into your eyes. You realize that you may be in a church but that it will not be a sanctuary for you. One hand finds the back of your hair as you feel my other land hard on your ass. With one hand wrapped in your hair, I walk you along the nave to the front of the cathedral, straight to the altar. I turn you to face me and undo your blouse, one button at a time, exposing your lace bra. The clasp pops in my hand and your tits spill free, your nipples aching. I twist them in my fingers and your deep gasp echoes through the hall. "Put your hands on that alter." You turn around and lay your hands on the altar in front of you. Above you the last of the days light comes in through the stained glass, laying a host of colour on your naked back. You feel me unzip the back of your summer skirt and it drops to the floor. Your cheeks separated by that thin piece of cloth that cleaves your ass. There you stand. A supplicant, bent at the waist waiting for her penance. And then you feel it.
A strap of leather, landing heavily on your back, dragging over your ass. softly at first and then beginning to focus on your ass, bringing the blood to the surface of your skin, Harder, over and over. "Feel that. This is what you get for being such a defiant teasing bitch." The trouble, of course, is that this is what you want. Your cunt gives it away. My eyes cast down, the crotch of your thong soaked by the wetness dripping from your pussy. Your thighs glistening. My hand reaches forward and pulls the strap out of your ass. My fingers dip into you and emerge soaked. I drop the strap and, reaching around you, slide my fingers into your mouth. As my fingers penetrate your mouth, you feel the head of my stiff cock splitting the lips of your soaked cunt. Hungry, pushing into you, filling you in one thrust. My balls tight against you, my groin grinding against your ass. My cock can go no further. My hands grasp your hips, my knees bend and I thrust, lifting you from the floor, over and over again, you hear me, my animal moans. A hand reaches under you and finds your hard engorged throbbing clit, rubbing it as my cock pounds you. Your moans fill the air and your eyes find the crucifix as your orgasm explodes into you. The throbbing of your cunt is too much. My cock feels like steel inside of you and my cum erupts, filling you, spilling back out of you, over my balls, down your thighs. You collapse on the altar. But once again you feel my hand in your hair, pulling you back. I lay back on the altar. "We're not done yet. Clean me with your mouth. Show me how hungry you are. And if you do a good job, I might just return the favour."
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Silk
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Posted:Jan 6, 2018 11:30 am
Last Updated:Dec 5, 2019 7:12 am
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Silk. Woven from such delicate strands, the fabric so light. Smooth to the touch, barely brushing your skin as it drapes over your body. A sheet of silk drawn across you like a gentle breeze travelling the contours of your prone naked body. Seemingly fragile, yet so strong. How is it that something so smooth and sensual can bind so tightly when it’s formed into long black ribbons?
Stand still for me. Stop biting your lip. Stop stroking your throat. The only thing I want to see move are your eyes. Follow mine as I look at you, circle you; the long single silk ribbon wrapped in my hand. Look into my eyes. And feel the silk dropped behind your neck, strands of equal length now hanging between your beautiful little tits. I cross the two strands beneath your breasts and draw them tight across your torso, and around your back, the silk pulling into that soft space beneath your breasts – yes, that space that is so rarely caressed. The ribbons come back to the front and you watch me as I wrap each tightly around each of your tits. You can feel the pressure and see them start to bulge slightly as the silk begins to encase the base. The two ends of the ribbon hang down in front of you. Bringing them together, I pull them between the lips of your pussy, splitting it with the soft fabric. You feel them drawing taut on your clit as I reach behind your ass and pull them up the crack of your ass, up your back and loop them through the strand drawn across your back. There’s not much fabric left. Just enough to draw each strand into that lovely soft space between your cunt and your thigh and pull them back … up … along the sides of your breasts, over your strong shoulders and down to the strand across your back where they can be tied off.
I take you to your mirror, run my hand into your lovely hair, my lips behind your ear kissing you, my voice in your ear. Look at your harness of silk. You feel my hands on your wrists. Pulling them gently behind your back. You feel the soft leather cuffs wrap around each wrist binding them together.
I leave you for a minute to take yourself in. The soft black ribbon pulled tightly against your pale skin, binding your breasts, splitting your pussy. Your hands connected behind your back. Nothing else on except your black heels.
And then I’m back, my lips against the back of your ear once more. My hand raises to your chest, you catch a glint in the mirror. Look in the mirror. Watch. And then you feel it. A gentle pressure, the tines dragging down and over your tits. Dragging softly over your nipples the cool metal ends, like small teeth dragging down over your skin. Your nipples raging as the tines drag downward. Have they ever felt so hard? The simple implement in my hand. Turning it, pressing the solid heal of the fork more firmly into you as I reach your clit. The gasp rips from your mouth.
And then it clatters to the floor. I walk in front of you. In the mirror, you can see me push you to your knees. You can look up and see me above you. It’s as if there are two of me. One distant in the mirror, the other – the one you feel wrapping his hands around your head – so close to your core. You see my hard cock in front of you, feel my hands pull you to me; another gasp as you feel my cock push into your mouth, deeper, pushing into your throat, my hips rocking, pumping your fucking mouth. You hear my growl. Take it, take all of my fucking cock. Taste me.
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Silk
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Posted:Jan 6, 2018 11:29 am
Last Updated:Dec 5, 2021 10:39 am
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Silk. Woven from such delicate strands, the fabric so light. Smooth to the touch, barely brushing your skin as it drapes over your body. A sheet of silk drawn across you like a gentle breeze travelling the contours of your prone naked body. Seemingly fragile, yet so strong. How is it that something so smooth and sensual can bind so tightly when it’s formed into long black ribbons?
Stand still for me. Stop biting your lip. Stop stroking your throat. The only thing I want to see move are your eyes. Follow mine as I look at you, circle you; the long single silk ribbon wrapped in my hand. Look into my eyes. And feel the silk dropped behind your neck, strands of equal length now hanging between your beautiful little tits. I cross the two strands beneath your breasts and draw them tight across your torso, and around your back, the silk pulling into that soft space beneath your breasts – yes, that space that is so rarely caressed. The ribbons come back to the front and you watch me as I wrap each tightly around each of your tits. You can feel the pressure and see them start to bulge slightly as the silk begins to encase the base. The two ends of the ribbon hang down in front of you. Bringing them together, I pull them between the lips of your pussy, splitting it with the soft fabric. You feel them drawing taut on your clit as I reach behind your ass and pull them up the crack of your ass, up your back and loop them through the strand drawn across your back. There’s not much fabric left. Just enough to draw each strand into that lovely soft space between your cunt and your thigh and pull them back … up … along the sides of your breasts, over your strong shoulders and down to the strand across your back where they can be tied off.
I take you to your mirror, run my hand into your lovely hair, my lips behind your ear kissing you, my voice in your ear. Look at your harness of silk. You feel my hands on your wrists. Pulling them gently behind your back. You feel the soft leather cuffs wrap around each wrist binding them together.
I leave you for a minute to take yourself in. The soft black ribbon pulled tightly against your pale skin, binding your breasts, splitting your pussy. Your hands connected behind your back. Nothing else on except your black heels.
And then I’m back, my lips against the back of your ear once more. My hand raises to your chest, you catch a glint in the mirror. Look in the mirror. Watch. And then you feel it. A gentle pressure, the tines dragging down and over your tits. Dragging softly over your nipples the cool metal ends, like small teeth dragging down over your skin. Your nipples raging as the tines drag downward. Have they ever felt so hard? The simple implement in my hand. Turning it, pressing the solid heal of the fork more firmly into you as I reach your clit. The gasp rips from your mouth.
And then it clatters to the floor. I walk in front of you. In the mirror, you can see me push you to your knees. You can look up and see me above you. It’s as if there are two of me. One distant in the mirror, the other – the one you feel wrapping his hands around your head – so close to your core. You see my hard cock in front of you, feel my hands pull you to me; another gasp as you feel my cock push into your mouth, deeper, pushing into your throat, my hips rocking, pumping your fucking mouth. You hear my growl. Take it, take all of my fucking cock. Taste me.
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