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Friday hotness. Oh the hotness.

All over LJ, people are trying to make my head explode over the sheer amounts of hotness and dripping sexuality of their posts.

Time to send me over the edge.

I'm stealing a meme from someone else.

So, meme time.

Tell me your fantasies - your dirty ones, your sweet ones, the things you think about when you're alone, or the ones you think about when you're fucking someone - you choose.

Anonymous commenting is turned on, so let loose. And yes, I'll be posting mine, too.

Ready? No? Even better. Go.


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Sep. 19th, 2008 04:30 pm (UTC)
All over LJ, people are trying to make my head explode over the sheer amounts of hotness and dripping sexuality of their posts.

Yeah? Any public posts you can link me to that are worth reading?

I think I post about my fantasies often enough already. ^^;;
Sep. 19th, 2008 04:34 pm (UTC)
Most are under lock, but I think you have access to. To be honest, I count your list post as one of them. *fans self*

The inspiration for this meme came here, and there are some good ones.

Sep. 19th, 2008 11:33 pm (UTC)
I'm flattered. And wow, yes, there is some good stuff over there.

(Man, I love lists. I'm tempted to write lists posts every week.)
Sep. 19th, 2008 04:45 pm (UTC)
remember when you and I played at paddles and it was punching, kicking and whipping to blood and I started shaking and crying not because it was too much but because I didn't want it to stop and Michael the owner made me put a shirt on because my back was dripping?


i miss that.....again. ;-)
Sep. 19th, 2008 04:45 pm (UTC)
I fantasized about you while jerking off in the bathroom! I think it was the peeing.
Sep. 19th, 2008 04:46 pm (UTC)
my fantasy comes from a scene from the first episode of the HBO series, Rome

I am a noble Roman woman who wants to appease the Gods with a sacrifice of a full-grown bull. I go to the temple, where the bull is positioned on a platform above me. Then, Catherine-the-Great style, it fucks me, and just as I am screaming in a thunderous orgasm, the bull's throat is slit and I am drenched in gallons of its steaming blood and goo and it dies there on the altar.
Sep. 19th, 2008 05:00 pm (UTC)
I saw you, once, beating a gorgeous woman in front of an audience.

I'd beaten the woman before. But I'm not as good at this topping thing as you are.

I fantasized about you teaching me, helping me beat her, and play with her, until she's crying from the pain and *almost* pleasure, and begs for us to fuck her.

Her asking for it in her ass, something she wanted from me, but we never managed to get to it, and you and I fulfilling that fantasy for her.
Sep. 19th, 2008 06:10 pm (UTC)
I'm always happy to help someone learn new skills. :-)
Sep. 19th, 2008 06:37 pm (UTC)
me != located near NYC
Sep. 19th, 2008 05:14 pm (UTC)
You, me, a wall, and that rubber coated cane--till blood spatters everywhere and I can't stand up anymore.
Sep. 19th, 2008 06:09 pm (UTC)
That rubber cane is so easy to clean, too.
Sep. 19th, 2008 08:05 pm (UTC)
In my fantasy world, there are no blood borne diseases. I don't have to worry about whether the cane is clean or can ever be made clean again... nor the walls, the floor, the ceiling, you, me, or anyone foolish enough to stand too close.

I'll take a half-step back, whenever you come in close to touch me, and slide my ass slowly against your hard cock, tightly restrained in your leather pants... knowing you're too well behaved to force me, knowing it makes me an unconscionable cock tease, inviting you to pour your arousal and your frustration into the bloody, brutal weapon you hold in your hand.
Sep. 19th, 2008 05:17 pm (UTC)
I fantasize about you making me your slut, really making me your slut. You take me out wearing a buttplug, knowing it drives me insane, knowing my cunt is dripping, knowing it makes me want to tear my clothes off. Tear your clothes off. By the time we get home, I’m besides myself and even moreso because you brought someone else home with us. I don’t know him, I don’t know why he’s here, but I trust you.

You throw me on the bed and rip my clothes off. Questions only get my face slapped, but I like that, too. Before I know it, he’s on top of me fucking me, this stranger. It isn’t like fucking you, I don’t feel connected. I feel used, like a toy, a thing. And then you’re there, whispering in my ear, telling me to be a good slut for you, to open my legs wider, to enjoy it and show you what a slut I am. Without thinking, it’s happening. I’m moving under him, and my cunt is soaked and soaking onto him and onto the bed. Moans and tears are escaping from me and I’m fucking him like it will save me, because I so want you to be proud of me.

He’s done and I smell like him, I taste like him and I’m crying because I’m overwhelmed but you don’t skip a beat. No. You flip me over and slide the buttplug out of my ass. Your cock is inside of me in seconds. I was ready for you and I’m pushing back against you, desperate to feel you as deeply inside of me as possible. Your hand is in my cunt, feeling how wet it is, his cum, my cum, my sweat, all mingled together and you’re whispering to me, “good girl, good slut”. You’re about to cum in my ass and I’m screaming my way through orgasm while you’re telling me how you like it when I’m used by other men, but you love knowing that I do it for you.

After you cum, you’re slapping my face, softly, while I’m curled up underneath you, my face turned to the side and the weight of your body pressing down on me and you’re whispering again, “mine, mine, mine”.
Sep. 19th, 2008 05:32 pm (UTC)
This is the hottest thing I have read in recent memory.

Whoever you are, I'm in love with you.
Sep. 19th, 2008 06:07 pm (UTC)
Damn, I'm not even into half of these things, and I agree.
Sep. 20th, 2008 08:31 pm (UTC)
wow. just wow.
yeah, that's spank bank material right there.
Sep. 19th, 2008 06:02 pm (UTC)
Date Night
It's Friday date night.

We go to dinner and have a long leisurely meal with a decadent bottle of wine. When it’s time for dessert he tells me he has something special waiting for me back at his place. I thought I knew what to expect.

When we arrived, he unlocks the door and walks in. I walked in behind him and before I can even react there’s something over my mouth and nose…

Where am I? What happened??? I can’t move!!!! I’m tied up! But I can’t see! Blindfolded! Gagged! But with something I don’t understand and my ears??? Are those earplugs????

I wiggle a little trying to hear/see something…feel how secure I am…and I realize that I’m tied to something in such a way that everything is open and exposed. I feel the fire of blood rushing to my face. I’m embarrassed and there’s nowhere to hide

Then I hear him say….welcome back! I think you’re going to enjoy your dessert. And if you don’t, well, I really don’t care because this is for me, not you! But I’m going to tell you this….it’s not going to be over until I’m ready and I can’t say how long that might be. You may be here a while….a very very long while….maybe all weekend….maybe longer……Don’t worry though…I’ve taken care of everything…no one will miss you.

I don’t know whether to be scared out of my mind or happy. And then I hear muffled voices. OMG! Someone else is here! Ok! Scared!!! Very scared!!!

He speaks again. You are nothing but a vessel for my use as I see fit for as long as you’re here. You have no safewords. You only have the ability to trust that I will not go farther than you can deal with, and even that is suspect isn’t it? I can only nod my head.

All I can think of is that I’m seriously fucked! I’m scared beyond belief and start to cry. Then he says, ahhhh….tears, get used to them, you will cry a lot during the coming hours and days. I love your tears.

It’s all a blur now, this happened a month ago, but was I tied up and used as a human experiment, sextoy, ragdoll, toilet and stress reliever for him and his friends, both male and female for the next 3 days. I was given enemas, someone was always using me as a toilet, I was never allowed to be completely untied at any time during this time. I would be moved only to accommodate someone’s intended use of me. My genitals and body were used to conduct experiments; I’ve never felt such pain and humiliation in my entire life. And pleasure was there too, but pleasure to the point of pain. I was made to orgasm so many times that I literally passed out because it was so painful. I was fucked in every opening available and there were times when several people would be using me at once. My mouth was used as a cum receptacle. I wore a special gag that allowed my mouth to always be open and all I could do was swallow anything was put in it. I was never allowed to use the restroom, if I had to pee, I just had to go, no matter what was going on. As for my bowels, someone made sure they were always empty for me. They fed me by hand, but frankly I didn’t want to eat. I wasn’t allowed much sleep during this time either. I think there must have been a round the clock schedule of people waiting to get to me because I don’t think I ever dozed off for more than an hour here and there.

Someone would be whipping me and someone else would be fucking me. Someone played a game where I was their doll and they wanted to see how many things they could fit in my cunt and what happened when I came. This went on forever and then they moved to a new game… how big could my asshole get?

The last time I passed out, when I woke up, I was untied, bathed, dressed and in my own bed at home. The house was quiet and my dog slept quietly at my feet. My body felt sore and I was very aware of how much my cunt and ass had been used over the last 3 days. I looked at the clock on my nightstand and it said, 6:00 am Monday. There was a single red rose in a vase next to the clock with a note.

I opened the envelope to read the note……

“You were amazing.
Thank you.
I am forever yours!
See you Wednesday!
Sep. 19th, 2008 06:09 pm (UTC)
Re: Date Night
Wow. *wipes off the sweat from my brow*
Sep. 19th, 2008 06:16 pm (UTC)
Re: Date Night
It was longer with many more "details" but alas who knew there was a limit for how long comments could be!
Sep. 19th, 2008 06:34 pm (UTC)
Re: Date Night
If this is a re-telling of an actual event that happened, I have a good idea who you are.

Feel free to add details in more comments if you need.
Sep. 19th, 2008 07:04 pm (UTC)
Re: Date Night
nope, all fantasy, but I'd love to meet the lucky person this even remotely happened to! *sigh*
Sep. 19th, 2008 06:32 pm (UTC)
I am in the shallow end of a deep pool
and I am drowning in my own thoughts...

I see you and you see me, really see into me; not the surface, but another facet.

I follow you in to the bathroom of the hotel, into the stall, I don't speak, I can't speak.

Tentative and hungry I pull the buttons of your jeans apart, pull your cock out, nuzzle it and take you into my mouth, only for you will I do this...

Time is pushing down on both of us, you smile knowingly and tell me later.

Later comes, my face is back in your crotch, mouth open, tongue searching for what will please you, your balls, cock, your hole- the tip of my tongue flickers at your ass and your cock stiffens even more...you are still wet from the shower and my face and chest are damp from the water.

I want more, I don't even know what more looks like...

Sep. 19th, 2008 08:29 pm (UTC)
It's dark. Not because it's late but because I can't see. I can feel I am in a cage. My holes filled. Mouth gagged, pussy and ass filled. Stretched....ready for use. I'm pulled out by a sharp pull. I can here muffled voices as I'm placed on a raised cushioned square. Is it an ottoman? A raised pillow? I don't know. I hear a few giggles as I am pushed over. Face over the edge legs spread. The dildo is pulled from me as I feel fingers probe me hard and deep. The hand is replaced with a cock. hard and tight I can feel my juices flowing. A hand starts pounding the plug in my ass. Slaps on my ass. Punches in my back. I start feeling tears and I hear laughter. The dildo is forced back in as the plug is screwed out of me. My ass is filled hard and fast will little lube. I scream into my gag. My black work becoming fuzzy from sensation. Voices still around me. My embarrassment of being fucked in front of all these people. The fucking is hard and furious. Feeling like it is ripping me apart. My begging to stop trying to leak out of the gag to no avail.
My hair is pulled and my head is wrenched in an horribly sharp angle as a cock bangs into me and the dildo in my pussy. Pain and pleasure overwhelming me. A hand moves to my throat and I feel the world slip away.
I don't want it to! I want to cum! So close! I hear a growl from the man fucking me as I feel his cock pulse in me as his cum fills my ass.
I scream because I want to cum. His hands find my clit as he works it with skill. Knowing each button. The voices around me start to laugh loudly as I start shaking and bucking as my orgasm starts to hit me. It rips through me and he doesn't stop. I try to squirm away but I am held firm and ordered to cum again. I scream and fall off the high perch. Collapsed....exhausted....covered in sweat, juices and cum. Chocking on my own tears.

The mask is removed from my eyes. The light almost burning my vision.
Once adjusted to the room I see you sitting there in your chair. Sweaty and spent......and you click off the recording of voices once I register what's going on and you have a good laugh.
Sep. 19th, 2008 09:23 pm (UTC)
Best. Post. Ever. These are fantastic fantasies.
Sep. 19th, 2008 09:51 pm (UTC)
here are a few cell phone poems I wrote a while back.. may you enjoy them..

Desert Mesa,
full moon high in the summer sky,
heat rising from the earth,
nailed to an o so old palo verde,
the glowing silver landscape silent,
except for the crack of the whip,
piercing cry of surrender and
the joyous sigh of satisfation
as the dark trails drip,
steadly upon the ground.

pluck from midair-struggle to escape
break free-toyed with

Rays of afternoon sunlight reflecting
on sweat drenched skin,
The heady scent of pleasure saturates the air,
the heat of passon slowly ebbs,
the tender caress of adoring hands,
a glowing smile of blissfulness,
blood lust satiated,
tear filled eyes full of love...
Sep. 19th, 2008 11:03 pm (UTC)
So Daddy thinks he wants to learn how to wield a single tail.

So I'm totally not into that very much. That's a little TOO much pain, methinks.

But I AM into the idea of a threesome. Daddy and another man taking turns beating the hell out of me and calling me horrible things and then taking tuns fucking me.
Sep. 19th, 2008 11:39 pm (UTC)
For my very first BDSM scene I did singletail. (though I was warmed up with a flogger first)

it can be a very light sensation. not very painful at all, just a bit of sting. It depends on how one wields the whip.
Sep. 22nd, 2008 03:40 pm (UTC)
I think you sell yourself too short. I totally think you can handle a teasing singletailing.

Remember - it can be used lightly.

And the threesome idea is a very yummy thought.
Sep. 19th, 2008 11:57 pm (UTC)
a true confession - I was a bad girl at work
This Wednesday, two days ago, for the first time in my life, I masturbated at work. Furtively, in the bathroom, reveling in the taboo, hoping no one would come in because I was breathing so loud. Hoping someone *would* come in, since that would make it even dirtier.

I had to pee anyway, so I did that and instead of pulling my panties back on, I stood up and leaned against the side of the stall and fantasized...

I imagined him pushing me into the stall, telling me what a nasty, dirty girl I was for thinking about sex at work. It's the middle of the day, and this is the only ladies room on the floor of the building. I'm in terror that someone will come in, find me, I might get fired. It is so deliciously wrong. My cunt is throbbing. He turns me so I am facing away from him, I hear him unzipping his pants. He flips my skirt up and pushes my very wet panties to the side. Then in one fluid motion his cock is inside me, I involuntarily groan loudly and push back against him. It's so intense I'm cumming within a few seconds. His fingers are digging into my hips and I know I'll have small bruises on my thighs later to remember.

It was the best orgasm I've had in a few weeks, that quickie in the bathroom at work.
Sep. 20th, 2008 12:01 pm (UTC)
He grabs me, slaps my face, snatches me up by my hair and cuts off all of my clothes with his knife. He runs the blade all along my flesh, against my neck and grabs me by my neck and forces my head down, my mouth on his cock, calling me names. Slut. Whore. Cunt. I feel something against my temple. It's a gun, pressing steadily against my temple. He says I have a time limit to make get him off and swallow his cum or he'll pull the trigger. He let's me know the power and the control he has over my life. He threatens me. Pressing it steadily as I suck his dick. Sloppy, wet, saliva dripping everywhere, grunting, frantic.

After I swallow his cum, he throws me on the bed. Fucks me like a whore. Slaps me. Grabs me. Pinches. Rips. Scratches. Puts the gun in my mouth. Tells me I have a time limit to cum like a whore or he'll shoot me in the mouth. Whispers in my ear. Makes me cry. Tears, saliva, spit, cum, screaming, frantic orgasms.
Sep. 20th, 2008 09:56 pm (UTC)
I was your bottom for a piss play class. It was the first time I'd done piss play in public. When you let loose your stream, right on my clit, I came so hard... it was just beautiful, so nasty and beautiful, feeling your warm stream pound into me. Yes. Pound.
Beautiful. Hot. Memorable. Thank you.
Sep. 22nd, 2008 03:42 pm (UTC)
And thank you.
Sep. 21st, 2008 12:56 am (UTC)
Id tell you mine, but I think you already know them all. Except for the one about the blood.
Sep. 22nd, 2008 04:39 am (UTC)
True stories are fun too
If I thought I had the ability to give only my body, without trying to give more…. I would. I want him.

Last night, I slept at his house. He came into the room I was going to sleep in, and joined me on the bed, on top of all the covers. His weight was heavy upon me, and his breath was hot against my cheek. I wanted to slide my hands up the back of his shirt, and ask for more than he was giving me. I wanted to let him feel my greediness and need. I wanted to whisper against his cheek how much I liked the hard feel of his body, the density of the barrel of his ribcage. I wanted to slide my greedy hands down between his legs. His lust, was like a drug, and the feel of his cock pressed to me, made me want to throw back my head and force my hips up into his. He undressed me, peeling away clothes until the only thing I had on was a wet pair of black panties. I could have asked him to fuck me. I wanted him to. If it was only so simple, that all I wanted was for him to take my body, then I might have. His kisses, the gentleness of his touch, offered tender compliment to the harshness I wanted to ask of him. I wanted his fist in my hair, my body bowed in agony and pleasure under his. I wanted him to hurt me, and use me. I wanted him to mark me. After a time he rolled me onto my side and settled himself behind me, his solid arms like a much longed for cage.

He washed breath across my bare upper back and I twitched, unable to stop or hinder my spastic physical response to him. I curled into a ball and drew my arms over my head and face. My cheeks were hot against my cool arms. He held me, close against my back, until I was calm enough that every touch didn’t make me shudder and flex into him. I unwound my feet from where they were tangled with his calves, and he left me to shudder and think of him in the quiet dark of his spare bedroom.

Lust, like a gas light on a furnace, flickered and distracted me, shook my body, followed me into my dreams. Lust woke up with me in the morning, followed me into the day, and walked with me. Late in the afternoon, I slid my hands over his back, easing away tightness and pain, doing one of the things I do.

He whispered, “You can touch me anywhere you want to.”

My mind flooded with every single place I have ever wanted to touch him. A kaleidoscope of options played in my head through a steady flicker of images, that would make even the most hard core porn addict blush.

He very softly added, “I wouldn’t say that unless I meant it.”

Temptation, in time with the rising beat of my pulse, lifted into my neck. I could feel it there, hard to swallow around. It took all my restraint, not to push my hair back over my shoulder, peel down the sheet and press a kiss to the head of his cock.

I am not a nice woman. I want this man to hurt me. I am not a woman made for tender things

You were the last person to hurt me.
Sep. 22nd, 2008 03:43 pm (UTC)
Re: True stories are fun too
I wonder who will be the next person to do so. I wonder if it will be me.
Sep. 23rd, 2008 04:07 am (UTC)
Re: True stories are fun too
I can always hope. Maybe you will leave bruises this time. Maybe you will make me cry. *shiver*
Sep. 23rd, 2008 04:24 am (UTC)
Re: True stories are fun too
I must admit, curiosity makes me want to ask. Would you like to be?
Sep. 23rd, 2008 11:51 am (UTC)
Re: True stories are fun too
Only if you touched this time. ;-)
Sep. 23rd, 2008 07:44 pm (UTC)
Re: True stories are fun too
Touched you? Someone else? Random strangers? Just what are we negotiating here, I wonder. With my hands? With my mouth? With my toes? My mind does boggle at the possible options and adventures. It really is rather hard to know with you dear man.

Perhaps, I should more privately ask you what you mean... with touch... so many possibilities....or would you prefer to continue here?

llamas, peeps, and postal workers are hard limits. :P
Sep. 22nd, 2008 11:49 am (UTC)
My fantasy? I wake up to find out that despite the fact that I don't play, I've won the lottery! Also, my boobs have grown by 2 cup sizes in my sleep and my hair and skin look great! My student loan debt has disappeared magically due to a glitch in government software. I'm #1 in my class and have a 4.0 GPA.

Lame, I know. But it's true. ;)
Sep. 23rd, 2008 10:25 am (UTC)
I have this fantasy of being cuffed to a board covered in tacks and then seriously beat with some heavy, heavy impact stuff. So with each blow my tits and belly are pushed onto the tacks until there's trickles of blood running all down my front........

Yeah, I wanna do this.
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