make me struggle, threaten me

1.  I asked him to hold my head down on his cock as I blew him.  I said that when I seemed like I was about to take a break from sucking his cock, he should push me down harder.  He should tell me not to stop.  I told him I wanted him to make me struggle.

So I sucked his cock, and when I tried to move away, he pushed my head down harder onto him.

My cunt ached with desire.  "Don't stop," he said.

I wanted to tell him, "Yes, master."  I had never wanted to tell anyone that before.


2.  We were in bed making out.  I asked him to threaten me.  He immediately began threatening me as if we were on the same wavelength, or as if he had been wanting to threaten me for a long time.  That turned me on a lot.  I felt so close to him.

"Suck my cock or I'm going to hit you," he said.  "Like that?"

"Yes," I said.  "That's prefect."

"Let me have your pussy or I'll hit you," he said.

I was scared to tell him what I was about to tell him and paused.  "I most want you to threaten to rape me," I said.

"Let  me have your pussy or I'll take it from you," he said.  "Give it to me or I'll make you."

"Suck my cock or I'm going to rape your mouth," he added.  No one had ever said anything like that to me before, and I was thrilled.  It felt wrong and wonderful.

"Give it to me or I'll rape you," he said.  I gave it to him.

the good news: I want you to hurt me

I got some really good news.  We'd driven home, and the news was waiting for me after the six hour drive.  During the drive, we'd talked about how we wanted to have sex with one another.  While visiting family for Christmas, we didn't have enough privacy, and our sex suffered.

So at home we got the really good news, and I texted and emailed some friends about it.  Then we went to bed.  It was and is very cold in the apartment.  I kept my shirt on and moved his hand to my left nipple outside my clothes.  It felt so good, and I was more aroused than I'd been in a week.

He touched my other nipple too, outside my clothes, and I moaned again and again.  "I'm so horny," I said.  "I'm horny for specifically you."

"I'm horny for you," he said.

"I want you to hold my shoulders as you fuck me from behind," I said.  "I want you to hurt me."  I paused.  "Tell me you want to hurt me."

"I want to hurt you," he said.

"Tell me you want to pound my pussy," I said.

"I want to pound your pussy," he said.

"I want you to use me for my hole," I said.  "Tell me you want to use me for my hole."

"I want to use you for your hole," he said.  I lifted my shirt and moved his hands to my bare tits, which made me moan again, the reality of his hands on my skin.  We kissed.

"What do you want from me?" I asked.

"I want to push myself into you and come inside you," he said.

"I want to have your baby," I said.

"I want you to have my baby," he said.

"Tell me you want a blow job," I said.

"I want a blow job," he said.

"How do you want it?" I asked.

"I want you to lick my cock," he said.

I thought I could do that.  So we took off our clothes, and under the covers, I started licking his cock.  I licked the underside over and over as he caressed my hair.  I used my tongue to rub the place where the head of his cock connects to the shaft.  "That feels good," he said.  I licked the top part over and over.

"Do you like that?" I asked.  He touched my tits again.

"That feels so good," he said.

I dove under the covers again and licked him more.  Then I took him into my mouth.  He pushed my head down on his cock hard.  I gagged and let him do it to me.

I felt the head of his cock hit the opening of my throat again and again.  It hurt and I liked it.

I surfaced again, and he touched my tits again.  "Tell me not to stop," I said.

"Don't stop," he said, and I sucked at him more enthusiastically.  I paused.  "Don't stop," he said.

"Do you want me to turn over?" I asked, surfacing again.

"Yes," he said.

I turned on my side, my back to him.  We were lying under the covers still.  I positioned him at the opening of my super wet cunt.

He slid right in, and I felt loved and validated.  He held onto my shoulders and pushed me down on his cock.  He hurt me as his hands dug into my shoulders.  I loved the pain as he thrust and thrust himself into me.

"Is that the pussy you want?" I asked.

"Yes," he said.

He pumped himself in and out of me, and I was getting exactly the fuck I needed.

"I'm going to come," he said.  He fucked me slower, and then I felt some come flow through his cock deep into me.

He paused, and then he fucked me deeper.  He paused once more, and then his cock spasmed again and again.  I felt the come flow through his cock and into me, an amount that alarmed me as if he were peeing.

"Oh god," he said.  His fingers dug into my flesh as he shot his load into my pussy.

We stayed like that for a little while.  "Is that what you needed?" I asked, turning around to face him.

"Yes," he said.  The purple christmas lights by my bedside glowed on us.

He held me in his arms, touching my nipples quickly as I rubbed my clitoris quickly.  It felt amazingly good, and I was so happy.

"Touch my cunt," I said.  He rubbed my clitoris from side to side.  "I'm going to come," I said.

I felt the feelings grow inside me.  I stopped touching my nipples and grabbed him, holding him tightly, as he made me come.

I struggled against him and made grunting sounds as the feelings coursed through me and I came.  I was so deeply with him.  We were so together.

something I like

I like when he beats off and then says, "Swallow my come."  I wrap my mouth around his cock and feel it spasm hard in my mouth over and over again.  I swallow every drop.

in which he fucks my titties

We were having sex.  I liked rubbing my tits on his face.  I said he should get some olive oil in a little dish and put some on my nipples.

He went to the kitchen and got some olive oil in a little dish.  He delicately dabbed some on my left nipple and rubbed his finger around and around.  He was almost in a trance.  It seemed like he would go on doing it forever.

I asked him to move on to my right nipple.  I was excited.  He treated my right nipple the same as my left.  It felt good.  The oil felt warm.

He put the little dish down and touched both of my nipples with the oil at the same time.  I moaned for it.  I was lying back on the bed, and he was kneeling there with his erection near my face.

"Can I put some oil on your cock?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said.

I got a little oil on my hand, and I put it on his stiff cock.  Again the oil felt warm.  "Does that feel good?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said, almost gasping.  His cock felt so smooth in my hand.

"Do you want me to put some between my tits and you can fuck me that way?" I asked.

He thought it was a good idea, and he spread some oil on my chest.  He climbed onto me and fucked my titties.  I held them together for him.

The oil smelled good.  Holding onto my own big tits felt good.  His smooth cock gliding so close to my face felt good.  I liked the slippery feeling.

I asked him if he wanted me to suck it, and he said yes.  He fucked my mouth for a few seconds.  Then he went back to fucking my titties.  I looked up at his face.  His eyes were closed, and he did the thing with his mouth that he does when he's about to come.

He was breathing hard and stopped.  I felt his cock spasming on my chest.  He made a sound, and the hot come was on my neck.

My cunt was aching for him as his cock spurted more and more come.  I was surprised because he had come while fucking me just that morning.

He looked down at me adoringly.  "Does it look pretty?" I asked.  He said yes.

play rape

We had sex and were talking about the things we would do next time we had sex.  I said I wanted him to play rape me.  "I want you to be mean," I said.  "I'll say 'safeword' if I need you to stop."

So we made a date: play rape at 7 pm.  He read out loud to me, a chapter from a book.  We had salads for dinner.  And then it was 6:30 and we couldn't wait any longer.

I said I wanted music.  "So no one can hear your screams," he said.  We decided on my favorite Of Montreal album, dance music.

He tied my wrists awkwardly with a scarf.  "Make me hard so I can rape you," he told me in a mean voice.  I sucked at his cock, gagging, and he pushed my head down on it so I would gag more.

Then he pushed me down on the bed and held my bound hands above my head.  "Spread your legs, bitch," he said.  "Do you want that cock?"

"No," I said.  He slapped my face.

"Ow," I said.  He was fucking me, asking me if I wanted it, and slapping me all at the same time.  I felt overloaded and liked the feeling very much.

"It's time for you to turn over, bitch" he said.

I turned over onto my belly, my ass in the air, like he told me earlier he wanted.  He held onto my hips and fucked me like that, spanking me sometimes.

He was in me deeply, making small deep movements, and I thought he was about to come.  "Don't come in me," I said.  I was being contrary.  I thought he would come in me then.

"Turn over," he told me.  Then I thought he was going to ejaculate on my clitoris.  Instead he stood over me and masturbated.  I looked up at him, and I didn't know if he was going to come on my face or my tits or my neck...

He ejaculated on my chest between my tits and I wondered if our play was over.

But it wasn't.  He sat on me and started rubbing my clitoris with the fingers of his right hand.  I knew there was no way I was going to come because I came a few hours earlier.

He did it quickly, almost vibrating his fingers on my clitoris.  It started to hurt and I twisted away.  He pushed me back onto my back and slipped his fingers into me then rubbed my clitoris again.

He was sitting on top of me, starting down into my face, staring into my eyes, rubbing me in an intense way.  I looked back, staring back into his eyes, as he insistently rubbed me.

"I want you to come for me," he said.

"I can't," I whined.  He kept rubbing, staring.

"I want you to come for me," he said.

"Please let me go," I said.  My legs were hurting from being spread for so long.

"No," he said.  We were a long time like that, staring intently at one another, and I realized I was going to come.

"Let me go," I begged one last time.

Then I whimpered and came.  He was still staring at me with his dark brown eyes.  I was pinned by his body and by his gaze.  I realized something had changed between us, and I finally understood something.  It was something about love.

The feelings hit me again and again.  His gaze never wavered, and I love him more than I ever have.

details

him: Are you being naughty by looking at this without me?
me: This is comix!  Are you saying this is porn?
[drawn naked people on screen, one wearing a strap-on]
me: Okay, maybe it's porn, but I'm not masturbating!

http://www.overshareparty.com/?p=136

in which he holds me down, covers my mouth, and uses me for my hole

I'd had a difficult conversation with my bestie and was in no mood.  But boyfriend was lying in bed beside me trying to get me to have sex with him.

We kissed.  He pushed his erection onto my knee.  He pushed hard, and I wondered how that could feel good.  But I liked his erection there.

"Tell me five things you'd like to do to Maria or would like Maria to do to you," I said.

"Hmm," he said.  "I'd like Maria to suck my cock for a really long time."

"Oh, do you want me to do that with you?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said.

"Did we do that before?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said.

"We should do that again," I said.  "What else?"

"I want Maria to gag on my cock," he said.

"What do you like about that?" I asked.

"It feels really good," he said.  "I like it when her nose goes into my belly."

"Oh good," I said.  "What else?"

"I want Maria to suck my cock for so long that all she needs to do it blow on it and I come on her face," he said.

"That sounds good!" I said, imagining it.

We talked about what we did yesterday--he titty fucked me and then rubbed his come on my nipples while I masturbated.

And we talked about how he was hitting me a few days ago when I said no.

And we talked about this sexy zine we read today and the parts he liked.  "I like the part where she was bent over and you could see her butt," he said.

"Because you like butts in general?" I asked.

"I don't know," he said.  "I like your butt."

And about Maria he said he wanted Maria bent over the bed and to beg for his cock up in her.

"I can beg you," I said.  He had been touching my nipples, and I was horny.  I'd had his cock in my hand this whole time, and I liked feeling the fluctuations of its definition.

"Please give me that cock," I said.

"No," he said.

"Please fuck me," I said.  "I want cock, and I want it bad.  Your cock is the only one I want."

"No," he said.

"What do I need to do?  I'll do anything," I said.

"Go down on me," he said.

"No," I said.  I imagined him hitting me.

"Make my cock wet," he said.

I pushed my mouth onto his cock, wetting it.  I had my hand around the base of it and sucked on just the head of his cock as if it was my lollipop.

He gasped.  He liked it a lot.

"Please fuck me," I begged.

I felt excited when he moved toward me to mount me.  He slipped himself inside me, pushing hard.

"Ow," I moaned.

"Does that hurt?" he asked.

"Ow," I moaned again.  I felt a deep pleasure / pain at feeling him all the way in me, large and beautiful.

I knew he liked hurting me like that, and I live for it.

Then he held me down with one hand, pinning my wrist, and covered my mouth with his other hand.  I made small sounds under his hand.  I was maximum horny and pushed up against him as he fucked and fucked at my hole, straining against him, wanting to come.

My sounds raised in pitch as I got closer to coming, and he sped up his fucking until he slowed and ejaculated inside me.  He started to ejaculate and then pulled out a little bit and ejaculated more.  It felt different from usual, and I loved the feeling.  Then he pushed in all the way again to finish ejaculating.

He was panting and uncovered my mouth and climbed off me.

"God, that was so good," I said.

He lay beside me touching my nipples as I began to masturbate.

"Tell me you like that pussy," I said.

"I love that pussy," he said.  "It feels so good."

"Tell me how much you like ejaculating inside me," I said.

"I love ejaculating inside you," he said.  I felt a pang of gratefulness that he had a vasectomy a year and a half ago.

I rubbed at my clitoris.  "God, the way you're touching me right now feels so good," I said.  My nipples were supremely happy.

He kissed me, and I knew I was going to come.  I made small sounds into his mouth as we kissed.

Then my mouth opened wide in a voiceless scream as the feelings pounded inside me.  I pushed down on my clitoris with my finger and rode it out.

"God, that was wonderful," I said, gasping for air as he held me.  We cuddled close, and soon he was falling asleep.

I got up to write all this down.  I am having the best sex of my life every day and I feel so grateful for the life he's giving me.

"Tell me to suck your cock, and then hit me when I say no," I told him.  "Not yet, though," I said.  He was touching my tits and I was caressing his cock, which was so big.

"I want to be entangled with you," he said.

"I want to be entangled with you," I said.  "I want to be a good girl for you," I said.  "I want you to tell me to stay still as you fuck me," I said.

"I want to cover your mouth with my hand," he told me.

"Hit me when I say no," I told him.

"Suck my cock," he told me.

I thought about it.  I imagined him hitting me and tried to figure out if I was ready for it.

"No," I said.

He hit me, slapping me on the face.

"Suck my cock," he said.

"No," I repeated, and he hit me again.

"Suck my cock now," he said.

"No," I told him, and he hit me.

"Big titted, big assed, sexy beautiful whore," he called me.

"Call me your bitch," I said.

"Suck my cock, you bitch," he said.

Then I sucked his cock.  We were almost in another world with lust.  I gagged on it, and my spit was slippery.

Then he pushed me onto my back and slipped himself inside my pussy, his right hand over my mouth.  We murmured together as he fucked me.

"I"m going to come," he told me.

"Yes," I said under his hand.

"I'm going to come," he said again.  Then I felt him throb into me.

"You're perfect," I said once he took his hand off my mouth.

two liked things

He wants me to tell you he liked swirling the head of his cock around my clitoris as he ejaculated yesterday.  He liked fucking me then pulling out to come on my clitoris.  He liked watching himself come and seeing the come on me.  He liked everything about it.

And I wanted to tell you what I liked--today we talked about our friends and then we had sex.  I was on top of him.  "Touch my face," I told him, and he reached up to touch my face.

I made him come, and then when I masturbated he touched my face again.  This time he covered my mouth with his hand.  I loved the feeling of his hand there, and I cried out, but his hand muffled my cries.

Then I came very enthusiastically.  I wanted him to keep his hand there, but I guess I moved too much because he removed his hand and I cried out into the air.

I love him, I love him, I love him.

him coming on my back

He wanted to come on my back.  We like it when he masturbates on me.  He likes to come in my underarm.  He likes it when I've shaved or when I haven't, either way.

"But then you can't watch me," he said.

"Yeah, but I can hear it.  And when you come, I can feel it spurting on me," I said.

I liked lying on my tum while he was behind me masturbating.  I liked hearing him.  I could tell when he was going to come by the way his breathing changed, and then he slowed, and I felt the come spurt onto my ear then onto my back.

I liked how it felt when his come went on my ear.  I laughed.  I thought I felt some go on my hair too, but he couldn't find any.

"Is it okay I laughed?"' I asked afterward, and he said it was okay.

what I told him about his glasses

"You're not going to need those where you're going."

anti-depression

I went to bed naked after my shower and was reading.  I was miserable.  I had been very sad.

He came to bed and kissed me.  He kissed me, licked my lips.  He touched my breasts, kissed my breasts, not my nipples but other parts, then my nipples too, a little bit.

Then his hands moved to my cunt, and I asked, "Are you trying to have sex with me?"

"Yes," he said.

"I guess you're already having sex with me," I admitted.

"Yes," he said.

"But we don't have any time," I said.  I checked my cellphone.  We had to be somewhere at 10.  It was almost 9:30.

"Maybe I'm going to lick your pussy," he said.  He scooted back on the bed and kissed my legs.  Then he moved my legs with his hands so my pussy was open to him.

He licked.  I was immediately aroused and murmuring.  "Oh god," I said.  "Oh lover," I said.

He didn't reply, just kept licking my clitoris over and over again, almost stubbornly.  He would lick in circles then up and down for a while.  He would concentrate on the top part of my clitoris, at the hood, for a moment, then other parts.  I made a lot of noise for him but tried to stay quiet.

I was lying on my back, touching my nipples with my fingers, and it was luxurious to lie there with his head between my legs, one arm holding me down, the other slipped under my leg.  Sometimes he gripped my hip.

I realized I was going to come, and I was surprised as my sounds got a little higher pitched and insistent.

As he stubbornly licked, I cried out and my whole body reacted--I bucked.  He pressed down on my clitoris with his tongue, and then just a second later moved to kiss my mouth.

I was still coming and didn't like how I was coming in the air.  My clitoris pulsated and ached with pleasure, and I put my fingers there as if to comfort myself.

"You left too soon," I gasped.  "I'm still coming."

"Do you want me to go back?" he asked.

"No, I'm almost done," I said.

He went back anyway.  He pushed down on my clitoris with his tongue again, and it felt so good like I wanted him to keep at me--I wanted to come again.

But we needed to go.  We cuddled, but he still had his clothes on.  I smiled.  I wasn't sad anymore.

explosions

We were having sex, his thumb in my hole and a finger rubbing my clitoris.  It felt so good.

Then I heard some explosions outside.  I thought we were being bombed, and I was very confused.  But we continued having sex.  I thought we might die soon, but it didn't seem to matter.

Then I realized it was the fireworks at the state fair and we were safe.  I came.

69

I was so tired, from yoga or life or whatever.  I didn't want to get up out of bed.  But I wanted him to go down on me.  So I took a fast shower and returned to bed.

"I want you to lick my pussy while I suck your cock," I said.  He had a hard on.

He is so sexy and sweet.  I love his body.  I love his skin, his beautifully-colored skin, and how he smells.  I love his limbs, his gracefulness, his tenderness.

He climbed onto me, and he tried to lick my pussy while I maneuvered his cock into my mouth upsidedown.  But it didn't work well, and I suggested we put a pillow under my ass to tilt me closer to him.

That was just right.  He licked me and licked me.  I liked his body on top of mine in a different upsidedown way.

It was difficult for me to move my mouth up and down his cock, but I did it somewhat.  I also just sucked it like a baby sucking a pacifier.

His licking felt so good.  I grasped him with my arms.  I touched him all over his back and held his ass and touched my nipples as well.  It was a little scary, the way his cock was in my mouth so deeply most of the time, and he's not so heavy, but the reality of him above me and in my mouth was a little intimidating.

But I liked the fear I felt.  He licked me so enthusiastically, and I was afraid I was going to come.  He was holding me down with his body, and I was immobilized.  I was afraid of coming like that.

But as he licked me, I knew it was inevitable.  I started to lose control.  We were deeply, completely interconnected, a sexual organism.  We were as one.  I was scared and started to rub and grab him all over his back in a frantic way.

I was held down by him, and as he licked I panicked and came.  The fear and intense pleasure pulsated through my body.  His cock was in my mouth, and I pushed it away.  I jerked my pussy away from his mouth as he continued to tongue me--the feeling was too much.

I gasped for air, my chest heaving, and I pushed my legs together.  We paused like this for a while.

Then he climbed off me.  We looked at each other and smiled.  I told him I loved him.

Then he fucked me from behind until he was quickly ejaculating in my wet, wet pussy.

We talked about how we liked it.  I said that when I came next time, he should just press down with his tongue.

My pillow was damp, not with his spit or my wetness--we decided it was ass damp from my sweat.

the yellow orange scarf

I wanted him.  I was lying in bed naked while he undressed.  "Why don't you bring that silk scarf, to touch me all over my body?" I asked.

I painted this scarf a few weeks ago, and it's been hanging on my closet door ever since.  I thought it would feel good as he moved it over my skin.

He put the scarf around his neck and he continued to undress.  It's bright yellow orange with green.

And I was right.  He gently pulled the scarf over my chest, my belly, my arms, my breasts.  It felt wonderful.

We kissed.  His tongued played with my my mouth as if my mouth was my cunt and it was yesterday.  I asked him to drag the scarf over my legs.

Then I lay on my side against him, and he dragged the scarf over my ass and my back.  I was feeling more and more aroused.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"You," he said.

"What do you want to do with me?" I asked.

"I want to fuck your hole," he said.  "I want to stretch your cunt out with my cock."

"That sounds good," I said.

"What do you want?" he asked.

I thought about it.  "You," I said.  "I want to have your baby."

"I want you to have my baby," he said.  "I want my cock in you while you're pregnant with my baby."

I really like that idea.  In real life, I don't want to be a mother, but in our fantasy life, I want my belly big with his child and for him to hold onto my belly as he fucks me.

He touched my nipples, and I played with him.  I would touch his balls for a little while, then caress his cock, then touch his cock more aggressively.

I thought of the dream I woke up from this morning about making out with a friend.  She's someone I've known for about 10 years.  I've always found her attractive in different ways, but this is the first sex dream I remember having about her.

I thought about telling boyfriend about my dream, or we could talk about our shared fantasy from the other day, that one that made me feel so safe and loved.

Instead I decided to suck his cock.  I licked the underside sloppily.  Then I put the whole thing in my mouth.  He liked it, and I moved my mouth up and down.  I was lying beside him, propped up on one elbow.

"I want to fuck you," he said.

I lay back, and he positioned himself above me.  He wore the scarf.  I raised my legs, and he pushed himself against me.  His cock found its place, and he entered me quickly and completely.  I gasped.

Then he fucked me.  "Do you like that pussy?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said as we fucked.

"Do you like fucking that pussy?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said.  He got down on his elbows, and we kissed.  We kissed as he thrust himself into me, and I felt his cock spasm and throb as he ejaculated.

I was happy though I had wanted much more of him penetrating me.  I had wanted him to take me from behind and put himself into me as deeply as possible.

We looked at each other.  Then he lay beside me.  He touched my nipples, and I had my arm beneath his head.  We lay together closely.

everything

I want to make a collaborative zine with him about how sex is collaborative.

Yesterday he fell asleep before we could have sex, and I was sad.  So today we had sex in the afternoon.

I can't describe to you how good it felt when I said, "Lick my pussy," and he did.

His tongue got tired, so we lay together, and I touched his body until his cock got all hard.

Then he fucked me.  I was still thinking about the beautiful fantasy we'd shared two days before.  I was still in that loving, very safe, very sexy space.

He was on top of me, thrusting into me, and I touched my nipples with my thumbs.  He lowered himself down into his elbows so our bodies were very close.

We breathed together.  I wanted to come, and then he was ejaculating inside me.  I pushed my cunt up against him, and then I was coming too.  I was too loud.

I felt myself contract around his cock over and over again.  Our bodies did their things.  Our hearts, minds, souls did their things.

Afterward it seemed like it hadn't been that big a deal to him.  But it's everything to me.

fuck my mouth

I like it when he holds me down.
I like it when I tell him my fantasy and then ask him to tell me my fantasy--
I like the way it changes when he's saying it.
I like it when he sniffs my tits.
I like his abiding erections.
I like the way he cares.
I like it when he says, "Turn over."

I asked him to fuck my mouth.  I wanted him to hold my head and pound my mouth and throat with his cock.

He did.  We lay on our sides, and I faced him.  He held my head firmly.  He made gasping sounds because it felt so good for him.

I liked learning the way he liked best.  I liked being used for my hole.

"I'm going to come," he said.  He ejaculated into my throat.  I couldn't breathe.

Then I swallowed his come.

As we cuddled, I said, "I want to do that every day."  He said okay.

what I wanted him to call me

and what he did call me:

big-assed, big-titted, sexy beautiful whore