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Erotica: Animal

October 2, 2017 By Vic Sharp Leave a Comment

Hand of bodybuilder

We had been dating for several months now and things were going wonderfully, it really was amazing how we just clicked on so many levels. He made me laugh with his random off the wall jokes and commentary. He cooked amazing meals on a daily basis often spending hours in a hot kitchen preparing an amazing dinner, something was always on the stove. On our first date he fixed my leaking faucet and ever-running toilet and several doors. He was kind and gentle while at the same time strong and powerful, his large stature towered over my much smaller frame by comparison and I loved it. I felt tiny compared to him, delicate to a certain comfortable degree.

The way I fit in the little nook between his arms when he wrapped his large strong arms around me and gently squeezed, from time to time he would give a big bear hug and lift me off my feet and as my legs kicked gently in the air he would kiss me, trapped in his arms I was helpless to stop him. I loved that even while on the tips of my toes he would still have to bent over a bit to kiss me.

I quickly became enamored with him and the person he was, he was genuine and real, he was himself, nothing more and nothing less.

It wasn’t until recently that I developed a new fantasy, I don’t recall what may have sparked it or how it began. Perhaps it was during the throws of a passionate night or while having a relaxing night together watching T.v.

Something just made me realize.

He is BIG.

I don’t mean as in dick-size (though he’s no slouch in that department either) I mean physically he is a Big person. At first I simply believed that I was just very small, standing at 5’2″ I am shorter than the average woman so I just assumed most people would be taller than me. However I began to notice that he wasn’t just taller than me, he was taller and bigger than MOST people we came across.

He stood at about 6’8″ and while it isn’t huge it’s bigger than most. His frame was large and his demeanor was imposing, his muscle-clad body built from a lifetime of hard work. His hands were strong, coarse and scarred from working with heavy metal tools all day.

It was one thing to look at him as he presented himself, to take that first impression and just go with it, accepting the fact that it was just who he was. I realized that I had started to study him, to observe and document his actions and how he navigated the world around him, a world that just wasn’t built to meet his specifications. How he had to duck to miss door frames or hanging branches. How the floor creaked and groaned under the weight of his steps, each with a solid Thunk as he would stride into the room.

Secretly I began to test his limits for no other reason than my curiosity.

What are his limits? What is he capable of? How much does he hold back?

I decided to start with something simple.

“Babe, can you get this jar open for me?”

He takes the jar in one hand and the lid in the other and with a quick jerk and soft Pop the lid came right off without the slightest resistance. Fine, no big deal, MOST people can open jars. Don’t get me wrong, I am no slouch either, yoga, kick boxing, weights, hiking. I work at it, dammit! Yet, despite my own routine, jars still give me a hard time.

I decided to step it up a bit, broom in hand, I called out to him.

“Babe, can you pull the fridge out so I can sweep behind it”

He lets out a quiet sigh as he pulls himself from the T.V and into the kitchen, without taking his eyes of the screen he takes a hold of the sides and gives it a pull. The legs screech across the floor as he effortlessly pulls the unit away from the wall without so much as a grunt or heave. He rests an elbow against it and rests his head on a curled fist watching the game while I pretended to sweep. Then just as easily as he had pulled it out he slides it right back into place. He takes his eyes off the screen for a quick second to look down and smile at me bending low to kiss me once before returning to his football.

Now I know what you’re thinking, Fridges are light and have wheels they are not hard to move. Not this one, this was an antique Kingsford ice box built in the 50s out of iron and grit and this was probably the first time it had been moved in years.

You see, it wasn’t so much the fact he could move big heavy things that interested me, sure that was a big part of it all, but it was more the ease of which he could move big heavy things. He made it look so easy, like it was just normal to be able to lift a couch-bed that took three men and a dolly to move. It was the way that everything just appeared smaller in his hands, it was an amazing juxtaposition seeing the effort he put into restraining himself, holding back and minding his strength, being subconsciously aware of his size and how he has to navigate the tight corners and enclosed spaces of the world. I would admire the way he would drink his coffee out of a mason jar because “It just fits in my hand so much better”, It was comical.

I was completely enjoying myself, I began to imagine him as a wild animal and I was the curious zoology major studying him while out on safari. I would sneak the occasional photo from time to time, capturing the moments when he looked most in his element, all while rehearsing a monologue from a nature documentary.

“Hey, I bet you can’t snap that branch in half” I challenged him one day as he was cleaning up the yard.

“This one?”

He took the large branch in one hand and swung it around like a toy sword, I could have probably picked it and carried it if I used all my strength. He takes it in both hands and gives it a once-over, tightening his grip and rolling it in his hands a few times before bringing it down over his thigh with a loud SNAP. He held the two halves and inspected them for a second before tossing them aside. He gave me a look of satisfaction, cocked an eyebrow and gave a smirk, smug bastard.

These experiments extended into the bedroom as well (why wouldn’t they), I quickly learned just how much he was holding back on a daily basis. While having him “go all out” “really give it to me” and “don’t hold back” was really hot and intense in the moment I certainly paid for it the following morning. My hips hurt, my cervix throbbed, my butt was bruised and tender, I kept discovering small bruises from where his hands clenched around me as he throttled me.

My back was sore from when he pinned me to the wall and fucked me suspended in mid-air, his cock buried deep inside of me under my weight. He tossed me, TOSSED, me onto the bed, I felt like rag-doll and I loved it. The way he could just pick me up and move my body effortlessly, how at any moment I was completely surrounded by him. The way his hands would wrap around my waist as he penetrated me in all sort of ways, those same hands would then wrap around my neck entirely and in the throws of passion would begin to squeeze tightly, like a helpless bunny in the death grips of a python, I could feel his muscles contract slowly as he squeezed harder and harder then just as I started to fade out he would release, giving me a brief moment to breathe before he started to squeeze again. He liked doing that, I could feel his cock pulse and engorge inside of me as he watched my eyes glaze over and the color slowly fade from my cheeks and then suddenly spring back once he relaxed his grip.

It was terrifying, dangerous, and sexy as fuck!

He bent me over the bed, one hand pressed against my back pinning me once again as he slowly licked my body up and down, biting into my neck, leaving his mark. Visions of vicious lions taking down prey danced in my mind as I felt his turgid cock throbbing against the small of my back. He buries his face into my nape and takes a deep inhale as he moves his hips and positions his cock against my clit then slowly sliding himself inside of me, filling me completely, my pussy wrapped around every inch of him as he slowly slid in and out of me.

He anchored his feet firmly into the ground, his hands clenched over my shoulders and with a sudden and firm thrust he plunged deep inside. The sudden thrust sent sparks up my back, he paused briefly to capture my response, it hurt, but in an amazing way. There was something about feeling his unhinged desire that got me off. My body melted as I felt the entirety of that initial thrust wash over me, then with no warning a second thrust just as firm and rigid filled me once again. I felt that same jolt as his pelvis smacked against my ass, his cock fully penetrating me again and again. Each thrust just as enthusiastic as the last getting faster and faster slamming into my tiny body, resonating within me from top to bottom. I could feel his balls slapping against my clit with every thrust making me exponentially wet.

I struggled to catch my breath but every thrust felt like a freight train that knocked the wind out of me, I could hear him grunt with every thrust of his hips, music to my ears. He grabs me by the hips and pulls me in with long powerful strokes each one giving off a satisfying smack that lingered in the air.

His hands wrapped around me and I was air-borne once again, bent over in his arms he held me aloft firmly and continued to fuck me.

I felt like a toy

I felt like HIS personal sex toy.

It was a clarifying moment for me when I realized that I sure was glad that he wasn’t actually a wild animal, had he been a lion, a tiger or bear, oh my would I have been in trouble.

He flipped me over, still mid-air and wrapped my arms around his neck, he slid his cock into me again. This new angle fully allowing the entirety of his cock to penetrate me, I could feel it punching against my cervix with every thrust and despite the pain that came along with it it felt amazing!

It was the look in his eyes as he continued to ravish me that really drove me crazy, their usual quiet softness had been replaced with that of an unhinged and relentless animal that had hunted down its prey and was now devouring it in a blind rage, oblivious to the world around him and completely focused on satiating its hunger. I came more times than I can remember, the thought of being his prey got me off like nothing else ever had, the sensation of being so tiny in his arms made me feel completely dominated by him.

I felt his body tense up, his cock once again throbbed and engorged…

“I can’t hold back anymore…I have to cum” he said through clenched teeth and labored breathing. I could feel his cock throb again as he continued to pump away, his strokes becoming slowed and focused.

“YES! Come! Come for me” the words left my mouth before I could even think of them.

“fuck! Fuck! FUCK! Holy SHIT!…”

With a final thrust his entire body seized and tightened, his fingers dug deep into my hips and his teeth deep into my neck. I held on tight as my body spasmed against his form, feeling his hot cum filling me completely. His cock pulsed hard as he came again and again pumping his load deep inside filling me until I was over-flowing.

I hovered there in mid air still impaled by his pulsating rod, he breathed heavily as he tried to catch his breath, his head now buried in my chest I held his head, gently stroking his nape. I felt his muscles relax all around me as he lowered me back onto the bed, he hovered over me for a second his arms and chest still rippling from the exertion. That soft and gentle look had returned to his eyes, he gave me a smile and a chuckle before collapsing on top of me from exhaustion. The dead weight of his body bearing down was enough to knock the wind out of me.

As I laid helplessly under two-hundred and sixty pounds of living, breathing muscle I couldn’t help but fantasize about the wild caged animal that currently lay at rest. How at any moment I could be at the mercy of an unrelenting, unyielding, determined and overpowering beast of a man.

Yet, here he rests, soundly in my arms.

Vic Sharp is a switch living in San Diego. You can learn more about him here.

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Introducing The Coatsmen

August 21, 2017 By Vic Sharp 3 Comments

Our contributor Vic Sharp wants to invite you to apply to a new group, specifically for those dedicated to service. Read more info below.

The Call of The Coatsmen

Who are The Coatsmen?

We are an volunteer organization dedicated to the training, development, and utilization of high-end caretakers. Coatsmen serve in a variety of settings throughout the Kink and outer communities. Proceeds from their work funds training and incentives, which are offered free to participants, and a Community based literacy program.

Coatsmen who show promise, via enthusiasm, reliability, coachability and skill attainment, may be matched with Elite members of the Adult Lifestyle Community for additional, specialized service. These become a symbol of status for those they serve; a proud badge to be displayed, and a uniquely treasured resource.
What is a Coatsman?

A Coatsman is an individual who lives to serve both the community and their charge; dedicating themselves to delivering unparalleled, and continuously evolving excellence. They actively seek to better themselves, as an offering to those who desire and appreciate their many gifts and abilities.
A Coatsman is calm under pressure and can provide structure and order in any setting. A Coatsman is honest, speaks with conviction, and acts with confidence. They are a trust-worthy companion, a capable assistant and a loyal friend. A Coatsman is respectful to others, as well as to themselves, valuing their own development as much as those who would have their assistance.

What is the Goal of the Coatsmen?

Ultimately the goal of the Coatsmen is to uplift our communities and those discerning individuals who value personalized service. Toward this end, we hone the existing skills and talents an individual posseses, and introduce new ones in order to make them a well-rounded and universally useful Caretaker.

The Coatsmen offer a complete training curriculum, covering both hard and soft skills; household management, time and project management, event planning and execution, personal security and self-defense training, cooking, bath service, interpersonal relational skills, leadership skills, a host of certifications, such as food handling, basic first aid and cpr, and many other general life skills.

Throughout, we provide somewhere to call home and a group to call family. We welcome all who have a fierce desire and genuine passion to serve from the best of themselves.

You can learn more about The Coatsmen here or reach out to Vic directly via email: Vic.Sharp@yahoo.com

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Dungeon Party Rules to Swear By

July 24, 2017 By Vic Sharp 1 Comment

Dudes and dudettes, partying is hard work, thats right, it takes time and effort to know how to party correctly. Learning the careful and delicate dance of slamming jagger-bombs and shotgunning a natty while making it look good is no simple task.
Here are a few tips to get you started.

Most important, know your crowd and how to cater yourself to them. You will need to behave a certain way at a college kegger vs a polished dinner party. Knowing what the crowd is will help you in the rest of these steps.

Appropriate attire, first and foremost in this department, is there a theme? If a party has a theme or a dress code follow it and put in effort. It’s a buzzkill when someone decides not to participate in the theme and depending on the crowd can be considered a party foul. If there is no theme dress appropriately for the crowd. Going to a kegger? Some comfortable jeans and a tee will do fine and maybe a pair of trunks in case there is a pool. If you are going to a fancy dinner party dress for the part and put in effort people notice that stuff.

The host has invited you, that means they want to have your company there and want you to be a part of their inner circle. If you haven’t done so yet ask if there is anything you can bring and even if they say no it’s always nice for show up with either a bottle of wine or a case of beer. Be sure to meet up with the host on arrival and let them know you are there, have a drink with them and thank them for inviting you.

Engage with others, step out of your bubble and talk to the strangers around you, they will only be strangers for a little while then they become friends. Don’t cling to the host as a security blanket, as much as they like having you at the party they have things to take care of.

If someone offers you a drink and you are a drinker accept and give them a cheers. If you are not a drinker just say so and ask for water or soda. Do not accept the drink then hide it when no one is looking, thats a party foul. Drink plenty of water between drinks and be sure to pace yourself and know your limits. You don’t want to be the burn out of the party.

Engage in the party games, whether it’s playing pictionary or beer pong, boggle or keg stands. Joining the shenanigans will help cement yourself as a lively and active party buddy and will likely lead to more invitations to other parties. Remember, a bit of friendly competition is encouraged but don’t over do it.

Drugs are a part of partying, if you don’t do drugs cool, just don’t be a narc about it if others are. If you are curious to learn more maybe do so on your own time and avoid asking guests a bunch of questions about what they are doing, it makes them nervous.

Again, know your crowd and prepare appropriate topics of discussion and also be ready to talk about random things as well. Being well spoken and showing varied interests makes you recognizable.

Unless your about to tie your shoe laces the words “hold my beer” must not leave your mouth.

Clean up a bit, it may not seem like a lot but it really helps the host out and will once again increase your chances at another invite. Be careful not too clean TOO much, it’s one thing to be helpful it’s another thing being a doormat.

Dance, it doesn’t matter if you are good what matters is that you are confident. So don’t be scared to boogie down, tear it up or get down with your bad self. If no one else is dancing be the one to get it started, I guarantee others will join in and if they don’t, who cares? Not you, Mr. Travolta.

Say your farewells to everyone you met as you’re heading out and reconnect one last time. Give your name and firm handshakes maybe even a few hugs. Save the host for last and once again thank them for having you and be sure to express how much of a good time you had. Remember your host is likely nervous and hoping that people enjoyed their party so validation is key.

These are just a few party etiquette guidelines to follow, give them a go and let us know how it goes.

Vic Sharp is a switch living in San Diego. You can learn more about him here.

Tagged With: dungeon, dungeon etiquette, dungeon rules

Erotica: We laid quietly…

February 13, 2017 By Vic Sharp Leave a Comment

Girl Hair Pull

Neither of us said a word. Both trying to catch our breath as we sat among the broken glass, overturned furniture, shattered mirrors and destroyed television. I got up and walked across the room and picked up a battered water bottle. I caught a glimpse of myself in the pieces of shattered mirror. Blood and sweat dripped from my brow marking where she had struck me with a lamp. I approached her and handed her the bottle.

“Here, drink, I’m surprised the neighbors didn’t call the cops”. She chuckled at the statement. “It would be the first time” she said as she took a drag from the bottle…”this is it isn’t it?”she asked after a moment of silence. “By ‘it’ I assume you mean the end of us? Yeah I think it is” I replied. “Why do we do this to ourselves? It seems we can’t go a few days without literally jumping at each other’s throat”.

She was right, since we started dating we began to change. It started off subtly she would make some petty gesture and I would retaliate with my own. As time went on we started to show our contempt for each other more and more until things finally boiled over. Time and time again we would have these angry fights for seemingly no reason other than to hurt the other.

I stood there looking at her as she sat on the floor, shirt torn apart exposing her chest, I could faintly make out the slit her pussy through her panties. She was bruised up a bit where I had held her down. Her hair was a mess and her hands trembled from the adrenaline rush. Her chest still heaved as she tried to catch her breath. Her palms were bleeding from when she shattered the lamp over my head. A single drop of blood ran down my face and dripped into my chest. I looked down and saw scratch marks and bruises, a bite mark on my arm and puncture wound in my leg where she had jammed a pen into.

I look back over to her. She took a deep breath and poured the rest of the water over herself trying to cool off. The water ran down her body in little streams, some of the small ones evaporated quickly while the bigger ones followed the curves of her body and were absorbed by her pink panties making her pussy more visible. Her nipples began to get firm. She ran her hands through her hair trying to sort it out.

I had been so captivated that I had not noticed my rock hard cock. I could hear it’s pulse in the back of my ear. I felt my breathing getting heavier and heavier. I felt a new type of rage, not an angry one, but one full of lust and passion. I heard a voice call from within me, not from my heart not from my mind but from the deepest darkest corner of my humanity. This was no voice of anything human this was the voice of an animal. It came softly yet aggressively with one single command.

“EAT”

For an instant there was silence. You could hear the draft running through the house and the sound of the house settling. It had been only a second but it felt like a lifetime. I stood there looking down at her, captivated by her. She looked up at me “what the hell are you staring a-” she stopped once she noticed my engorged cock. She stared me up and down for a second.

“EAT!” the voice commanded again

I could no longer resist! I pounced her letting out a growl not unlike a savage animal would as it devours its prey. I grabbed her by the throat, scooped her up, threw her on the bed. She got on all fours and stood her ground letting out her own growl. If I wanted her I was going to have to work for it.

Again I pounced this time pinning her arms down. I dug my teeth into her neck biting her, hard. She let out a gasp and moan as she squirmed in a fit of pain and pleasure. I dug my fingers into her ribs and she let out even more quips and squirmed even more. I lifted my head and looked into her eyes. She took advantage of the opportunity and delivered a head butt. I jumped back in a daze and slightly blinded by the impact.

She grabbed me by the back of the head and brought me close. She kissed me before delivering a teeth rattling slap across the face. She grabbed my head once again a licked me where she had just slapped me. “Come and get it” she taunted.

I shook myself off and posed myself to strike again. I paused for a second and once again jumped, enveloping her her in my arms. I ripped off the torn remnants of her shirt exposing her breasts and firm nipples. I took one in my mouth and worked it, biting and tugging at it. I clawed at her back, scratching her, leaving my mark all while hearing her moans of pressure begging for more.

I ran one hand down her panties. I could feel her hot pussy through her pink lace. She rubbed her hips up and down she could not wait another second “Give it to me!” She begged with her eyes clenched and back trembling. I stood up, tore her panties off and brought my pulsating cock up to her hot, wet pussy. I rubbed her clit with the tip causing her to squirm even more. “What do you want?” I asked. “Please I want you inside me!” I was happy to oblige. I rubbed her clit once more before inserting just the tip into her yearning pussy.

She let out a soft gasp which turned into a loud moan as I slowly entered her inch by inch. I paused for a moment and she looked up at me glossy eyes. “Please” she whispered. I began to thrust away harder and harder, each time a little faster. She brought a fist to her mouth and bit down in an effort to muffler her squeals and moans. Just as soon as she brought her hand up she slammed it back down on the bed and clenched the sheets. No longer could she hold back “YES! FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARD!” she yelled. I thrust even harder, my balls slapped against her wet pussy and she fingered her clit.

“Oh god! Oh god! Your going to make me cum!” she called out as she wrapped her legs around me. I felt my cock and balls tense up. The tension built up and little by little I felt myself about to cum. “Cum with me then” I yelled as I continued to thrust. She took a shallow breath and went silent for a second, she arched her back and dug her nails into my back. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she let out a loud moan. Seeing her cum so hard triggered my orgasm. I thrust again and again and could no longer contain myself. My back clenched up and my abs stiffened my cock pulsed even harder as I filled her with my hot cum.

Everything went dark, slowly my vision returned she laid there under me in the after glow of an intense orgasm. My arms could no longer support my weight. I had to lay down. She moaned a little more as I pulled myself from inside her. I laid next to her sweating and out of breath once again. She laid her head on my shoulder and drifted to sleep.

It had been a long night honestly I no longer had any idea what we were arguing about. It didn’t really matter anymore. We had just learned about a new part of each other. One that I was eager to explore extensively.

Vic Sharp is a switch living in San Diego. You can learn more about him here.

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Erotica: Mistress Sat in the Corner

January 30, 2017 By Vic Sharp 1 Comment

silhouette girl portrait

Of the dimly lit room. The bright red glow of her cigarette was all I could make out. I would glance over between hard thrusts to try to make out any sign of her approval.

She got off on watching me fuck whoever She considered “an appropriate chew toy”. She would find young and beautiful girls and seduce them into a good night with Her handsome puppy boy.

As far as I knew this girl was a complete stranger to me just another cameo appearance in my sex life. A curvy but tight bodied blond with pixie like features. Mistress had a thing for blonds and the occasional dark haired Hispanic girls.

Every time She would just sit silently and watch. Watched as I would bind, whip spank, beat and fucked Her pray into loud orgasms. From time to time She would direct the scene but those times were few and far in between.

Mistress would sit smoking her cloves with a plug comfortably vibrating in Her ass while quietly pleasuring Herself with one of Her many toys.

The sultry sound of Her toy schlicking in and out of Her pussy and the muffled sound of Her vibrating plug filled my ears, made me thrust harder and faster. I would be fucking one of Her many girls but we both knew I was pleasuring Her.

This girl was passionate and energetic. I bent her over the bed, Mistresses favorite position, and took her, hard. I planted my feet and thrust harder than ever. Every thrust shoved her forward and she let out a loud squeal with every thrust.

“Oh fuck! It hurts so good!” She exclaimed as she grooved with my thrusts.

“Spank her” Mistress commanded. Without missing a beat a reeled back and brought my hand down on her soft white ass with an air shattering ‘SMACK!’ causing her to let out a loud moan. It made her even wetter, the sign of a true pain slut.

I could hear Mistress breath harder and louder in shallow breaths. She was at her limit I could make out the subtle sound of Her squirming in Her chair trying the get the most out of Her plug.

We were all now on the verge of a simultaneous climax. I pulled out, flipped her over and began to Fuck her yet again. She wrapped her legs around my neck as I continued to thrust myself into her. I dug my fingers into her ribs causing her to squirm in blissful pain, her brain doped up on endorphins.

The sounds of heavy breathing, moaning, squeals and body fluids that filled the air intoxicated me. I looked down and she was so high she had lost herself in ecstasy. I looked over to Mistress, still I saw nothing, Her cigarette long gone but the sound of Her toys let me know She was still there enjoying every moment of the show.

I could no longer contain myself. I thrust myself deeper and harder into my chew toy. My balls began to tense, my abdomen tightened still I continued holding back as long as I could.

I’m going to cum!” I let out through clenched teeth. I heard a sharp inhale from each, letting me know they were about to as well.

I thrust again and again ready to blow when I hear through labored breaths.

“On..her..tits!” To which I was more than happy to oblige. I gave it everything I had. She began to climax first, I pulled out just in time to shoot my hot load all over her chest causing Mistress let out another sharp inhale then silence as a wave of pleasure washed over Her.

The room fell silent, all three of us in a heap of exhaustion. Struggling to catch our breath. Mistress was the first to break the silence, She stood and let out a quiet moan as she pulled her plug out and tossed it on the bed. She walked out the door without a word, Her body silhouetted by the bright light. She closed the door behind Her leaving us alone.

Her pets needed their rest.

Vic Sharp is a switch living in San Diego. You can learn more about him here.

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Erotica: Chores

January 16, 2017 By Vic Sharp 1 Comment

maid at work

7:00am: The alarm buzzes, I’ve already been up and active for 2 hours, I silence the alarm

“Someday you’ll beat me but today’s not the day buddy”

It felt silly at first but one of Sirs exercises is to have conversations with inanimate objects. Rico was my alarm clock and we had developed a very competitive relationship.

The exercise was meant to help me get over my anxiety by seeing everything around me as someone or something I have to interact with. After a month of practice it became easier to talk and socialize with people. I didn’t have to imagine both sides of a conversation like with a toaster anymore, all I had to do was mind my own part of a conversation with a person. It really took the stress out of the whole thing.

5:00am I am out of bed and getting a load ready for the washer, colors separated detergent measured out and priority threads are the first to go in. I was almost tempted to drop a red sock in the wash as I knew it would surely earn me a spanking but decided against it, for now.

5:30am Clear the living room, a quick scan would say the living room is spotless but not to Sir. Everything in its place, coasters go offset to the right on the table, center pieces adjusted to the display center of the table.

Dust and adjust the furniture to face the room acoustics. The couch which I had named Chess was one of my favorites. He was older, and worry free full of wisdom and just a laid back recliner. Sir never let me sit on him but when He wasn’t home I would sneak a seat. I wonder what Sir would do if He ever caught me? maybe I’d deserve a whipping or a flogging. My cheeks blushed as I imagined all the possibilities.

5:50am Switch out the laundry and start the next load, I took a second to remove my own panties and throw them in as well.

“Why even bother wearing them, huh Wally?” I asked the washer “They’re just gonna get wet before breakfast” Wally didn’t say much, his mouth was full at the moment.

The morning so far had me hot and bothered. My ass was tense with desire, I wanted a spanking, I wanted to be throttled and made a wreck of. I wanted Sir to wake up and discipline me, maybe if I left something out, just a small detail that would earn me a bit of a beating.

6:00am Time to get breakfast started it’s Tuesday so Sir will be eating a high carb breakfast since he’s meeting with Lord Ed for a game of tennis at 9am then followed by a a busy work day. Some protein wouldn’t hurt either. Bacon is too fatty and chorizo is too heavy. I decided on a three egg omelet with turkey and veggies, jalapeno cheddar biscuits and gravy and a whole avocado lightly salted. To drink a shot of rum and a side of grapefruit juice. Everything is prepped just need to wait to wake up Sir.

6:30am Still so much time left, maybe I can sweep the pattern back into the carpet, I bet Sir would like that.

6:45am Everything goes by much faster when most of the work is already done. still 20 minutes before I can wake up Sir, my mouth started to water.

“Jesus I’m like Pavlovs dog, still I can’t complain I love it as much if not more that He does” my eyes drifted off as I played with the idea of pleasuring Sir.

My eyes landed on my bed, blankets strewn about, and pillows out of place. I was a bad puppy for leaving my bed in such “Terrible, simply Terrible” conditions. Bad enough to maybe deserve a spanking? I could only try to stifle a smile.

6:50 The washer finished its load and the dryer was still running, the living room was looking proper and breakfast was ready.

“Hm, I COULD prepare Sirs coffee but He likes to make it Himself” he would play with recipes and add new things or take things out, always on the search for the perfect cup.

My eyes wandered back to my messy bed and my heart skipped a beat, I panicked for a second, almost regretting my choice, my hands clenched and my pulse began to climb, blood rushed to my ears and I could hear my pulse. My body began to tense up and squirm. I squeezed my legs together in anticipation. I was nervous and giddy, My hand began to drift towards my hips then down my panty lines as I began to feel my anticipation building and getting stronger.

“PANTIES!” I snapped to attention once I realized I was still in my sleeping shirt No lingerie on, not even underwear for that matter. Sir will think I don’t care enough to put in any effort! I checked the clock

7:00am! I have to wake up Sir in five minutes, Don’t panic! Don’t Panic! I said to myself as I strangled Jessie the duster.

I ran to my room and threw open the drawer Sir had gifted me and dove in searching for the perfect combination. A glimpse of blue caught my eye, cobalt blue and streaks of black. Blue laced crotchless panties with black trimming and a matching brassiere. I took a moment to admire them, my hands ran along the soft silk picking up on the delicate features.

“These are going to get me SO LAID!”

I slipped into my delicates and made my way to Sirs room, I stood outside His room hidden in the dark hallway as I caught my breath, every morning I felt like a giddy schoolgirl. I turned the handle and slid into His room He was fast asleep. I crept in slowly on all fours and poked my head over the bed as soon as I got close enough.

I admired Him for a moment, taking in His relaxed pose while He slept, my eyes dancing over His blanketed silhouette finally stopping at His cock, fully erect with morning wood. The quick visual made my pussy tighten and pulse I had to take a second to compose myself. My mouth watered and quivered as a hand slowly crept under the covers. I reached too quickly and found His hard cock in my hand before I expected, I jumped a little in surprise and immediately my hand shot back seizing my treat.

My hand wrapped around His shaft, I could feel His pulse as each heartbeat made it twitch and engorge. I slowly made my way under the covers I was now eye to eye with His member.

“Hello Charlie I’ve been looking forward to seeing You today” I said as I gave His cock a good morning kiss. The taste of His sweet nectar immediately took me over. The world melted away and soon I was taking Charlie deep in my mouth.

My head bobbed up and down in a series of well versed and practiced bounces as I worked my tongue all around His shaft then bringing my lips around the the head of His cock and released with a soft pop. Every stroke made more of His cum drip into my eager mouth, every bit making me hotter and wetter. Sir shifted and squirmed a bit as a greedily sucked Him.

“Time to wake up Sir” I whispered as a took His entire cock down my throat, a trick Sir had taught me how to master. The sudden sensation change made Sir fully aware of me. He jolted a bit, His cock still sitting comfortably down my throat. I could feel every pulse and jolt of His cock as I slid it back and forth in and out of my mouth. I could feel my pussy starving for His cock I could almost come just sucking Him off.

He took my head in His hands and I froze. He tilted my head a bit to look up at Him, cock still in my mouth. He gave me a sweet soft smile then a cheeky smirk.

“You look incredible dear”

I melted, my legs squirmed as my pussy tightened and relaxed with pulse after pulse of tense pleasure I couldn’t help but smile.

“Open wide and take a deep breath” His whispered words filled the room and I was happy to obey.

He took my head and slid His throbbing cock past my lips pausing slightly at my tongue then slowly filled my throat. He let it sit there for a second to let the walls of my throat adjust. Then slowly he began to thrust, pulling His cock out of my eager mouth only to slide it back in with a slight shove of his hips.

He held my head in place and I could feel His fingers clench around my skull as He fucked me in whichever way he pleased. His grip strengthened around my temples He was about to come. Please Sir come for me. His breathing became short and sharp. He continued to thrust and with a sudden jolt and a quick gasp He blew His load down my throat.

The sudden sensation of His delicious cum dripping down my throat triggered my orgasm. My body twitched and jolted as I was hit with a strong orgasm that washed over me breaking over and over on the endless tide. His cock still in my throat draining its remaining load for me.

We basked for a moment, my head on His chest I could head His heart beat return to normal. His eyes were closed and He had a smirk across His lips. I took pride in that smirk, the only time I see it is when He is proud of me and it was all the validation I needed.

“Sir, breakfast will be ready soon, may I go get started?” I asked half hoping he would say no so I could continue to lie in bed with Him

“Yes, (damn!) please get started while I get ready”

He started down the hallway to His bathroom with me at His heels like an obedient pup. He paused for a moment at my bedroom door and examined it for a moment. I could see His gaze land on my bed and my heart sunk. He looked over His shoulders at me and gave me a cold gaze.

“It seems we need to practice a little more discipline” He said sternly

“Yes, Sir” I replied devilishly.

Vic Sharp is a switch living in San Diego. You can learn more about him here.

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Erotica: Entanglements

January 9, 2017 By Vic Sharp Leave a Comment

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Home was anywhere we wanted it to be. We were not lovers, not in this life or in any other, though not for a lack of trying. That was just not the dynamic we had. Our love was different, deeper. I belonged to her, mind, body and soul and she was mine, to protect, to worship, to follow and obey, no questions asked. We resonated with one another, two identical energies that found each other in the midst of their own entanglements.

At first I truly believed the universe had sent her to me as a gift to make up for the cards life had dealt me, as a reward for enduring my father’s many vices and my mother’s neglect. I would quickly realize that she was not a gift, no she was far more than that. She was the cure for my wretched life. She was to be the defining catalyst to save my soul.

She came to me as a child, she couldn’t have been more than twelve years old. She was a runaway trying to escape a wicked household, a father with unconventional indulgences, a mother who chased her pills with a bottle of vodka. Her face would flash red and her eyes would water as she told me stories of how daddy would kiss her and hug her as he tucked her into bed. Mommy never stopped him, she feared him too much and was more often than not too wasted to do anything about it in any case.

Children sure are impressionable, its amazing what they learn just by what they see. What’s more impressive is what a child is capable of once innocence has been taken from them. For years she suffered at the hands of her father, until she had had enough. With a streak knife stashed under her pillow she waited for her chance while daddy tucked her in. I remember her hands and her breathing as she recounted the story, they were calm and collected. She remained calm as she recalled the blood and look of horror on her fathers eyes as he tried desperately to stop the bleeding to no avail. With mommy passed out on the living room floor this was her chance! She ran, she ran like the devil himself was after her. She ran straight to me.

I often reminisce of the night our paths met. The night was still and the air was crisp and not a cloud in the sky. There was an uncomfortable lull in the usually hectic city. I had just settled into my usual spot in the alley behind an old bakery. I had just begun to doze off to sleep when the soft scuffs of her shoes woke me. She hummed a quiet tune and walked under the light of the full moon.

Something about her immediately captured me. Here was this child walking alone amongst a pack of wolves, skipping and humming as if it were a day in the park. The alley went silent, the scuffs stopped as did the humming. The silence made me uneasy. I peaked my head up to a pair of cold, still eyes looking back into mine. My heart skipped a beat and my skin crawled at her sudden presence her eyes were silent and void. Something about her called out to me, I had seen that look before, that lost delirium desperate for direction. She had already lived her life, everything from here on in was just filler. We were both just waiting to die.

A soft grin crept across her soft angel face. It was that smile that captured me. In that moment I became hers, there was nothing I wouldn’t do for her. I wanted to be whatever she needed me to be. I wanted to serve her in every and any capacity. I started into her eyes that promised me eternity. The night was at peace, her eyes softened as she reached out a hand and stroked my hair and scratched my head tenderly. Her head tilted to one side as she looked me over. She petted me again then with a voice as soft as silk she spoke.

“Puppy?” She asked hopefully as another smiled filled her face.

I took a deep breath and chose my words carefully as they would be my last.

“Anything and everything Miss desires” on that night I became her guard dog and she became my Master.

Vic Sharp is a switch living in San Diego. You can learn more about him here.

Tagged With: erotica

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