This is political satire if you don’t like it leave because despite our governments best effort and yes it includes both the Bush and Clinton administrations equally. Free speech is still kind of protected by the constitution unless of course the above named duly (and I use the term duly very loosely in this scenario) elected officials disagree in which case it is no longer protected for the purposes of their political convenience. In that case you’re pretty much fucked and might as well have bought swamp land in Arkansas with a Koran stuck up you ass and a questionable name W’s TSA screening staff couldn’t pronounce because you’re never going to be heard from again. For the last time Miss Mary Security Screener my name is Polish not Armenian!

I am an equal opportunity offender all parties and persons are fair game. Politics are a joke so take it as one! Nothing like rich men with ego’s the size of say Venezuela pretending like they give a fuck about the rest of us. It’s the adult equivalent of a whore you dated in college saying I love you and then hanging up the phone to to be at the front of a TKE train. (No offense to TKE’s intended we all love a good gang bang now and then.)

Now on to the satire!

This week the top Jack Asses in the nation descended on the otherwise beautiful city of Denver Colorado to spew their self effacing vile political commentary in a desperate effort to appease the socialist nations of the world into once again liking us and taking our money and military support with a clean conscious. After all we all want to be like the French right? More on this later.

In the very beginning of the week I Rock Ur Momma announced in Ding field Ill a noise that he would continue to drive his platform of change in national politics into the collective consciousness of the lemmings who might vote for him on such a whimsical ideal of change. After all I’d like change! I’d like both political parties to stop wasting my money and fucking me in ass..financially of course with out the courtesy of lube, a reach around, or the first thought about the very fact that I might not like taking it up the ass to begin with.

So with such global political rock star status who would I Rock Ur Momma pick as his running mate to help change the political process? Bono ? Nah those two ego’s couldn’t co exist. Besides his views are far too liberal to be embraced bi the non tree hugging power base of the party. Well that and he’s not a citizen and he is a Christian which would be a message contrary to the “Islamic outreach” efforts I Rock Ur Momma’s campaign had been running.

Well with the only viable real rock start out of the picture, (although I’d vote for a ticket with Alice Cooper and Nikki Sixx on it; whiskey and heroin for every one). And despite the desperate out cries and mock political influence to pick his former pantsuit wearing competitor the reality is that if he picked the overly ambitious Billary Hinton he’d draw his last breath shortly after taking office faster than a pudgy little Jewish girl with a cigar in her kitty and spooge on her nice blue dress could disappear into oblivion.

It is quite a quandary as who could drive his platform of change. So why not pick a member of the established political machine as his “partner” in change. After all who better to work for change and innovative new ideas, reform. and all those other heady and nebulous campaign ideals like bringing power back to the people of this great nation than Joe Bisexual a long established card carrying member of the the political establishment.

Yes it would be a fabulous ticket of I Rock Ur Momma and Joe Bi Sexual from the great state of “you’d better beware”. He sports such wonderful accomplishments as lets see; he’s catholic so that makes him like Kennedy, He’s from Pennsylvania the spiritual home of mindless jack ass supporters for decades but so originally so am I.

As an aside once upon a time after the Catsup senator from Pennsylvania’s untimely demise and presumably before his widow started banging the metal tossing Senator from “Ass a chew this” I voted for Satan as a write in for a senatorial election, sadly I believe my vote was counted as a vote for Arlin Spector. My apologies to Beelzebub. Now back to the modern sodomy that is our political process.

Oh yes Joe Bi Sexual’s political accomplishments well he’s a six term senator so in short he’s managed to hold a job. That should count for something…I guess. He pretty much has a full head of hair at 65 a definite plus and has “ foreign relations experience”. To which I add oh yeah me too! I use to fuck and Italian girl six ways from Sunday, I did an Indian girl once to the Beastie Boys Rhymin and Stealin. Shamelessly cavorted doing all sorts of wild stuff with a series of girls from Toronto and St. Catherine’s Ontario. Does a three way with a girl from Kalamazoo and one from Mexico City count foreign relations? I like to think of it as Bi partisan international experience if you know what I mean.

Of course the jack asses trotted out to a standing and raucous ovation an aging peanut farmer from Georgia to celebrate the inflation rates, energy shortages and middle east crisis of the 1970’s. I don’t know about you but I can’t wait to bring back those good old days! Yeah 21% Mortgages and lines just like the commies. Heaven on Earth!

And then came Billary Hinton who has the audacity of having not given up hope. A fact she chronicles in her two latest books “ It takes a city to get these panties out of my enormous ass” and “My Philandering Husband, Cheap Hick Whores and Unattractive Offspring” (apologies to Chelsea on that. I know you didn’t pick your parents any more than those Bush Girls did).

She pretended to support I rock Ur Momma while praying for YHWH to smite her enemies. She is NY Jew right? No? She’s a frumpy girl from of all places Ill A Noise who became a baptist married to a pot smoking southerner but claimed a Jewish ancestor when running for office in NY. My bad!

In short this week’s political Olympics has never made me long more for in depth coverage of two guys from Toga and two guys from Burundi propelling a shuttle cock at each other at an increasingly faster and frenzied pace.

Do you think voting for a candidate, any candidate the French prefer and the EU is desperate for is the right thing to do? If so here’s a white flag and a big jar of lube you’re going to need it. Me I’ll be in, oh let’s say… Switzerland.

Join my next political satire during the other parties convention (I’m working on a clever name for them have no fear).

Ok consider this fair warning for those of you that are newer readers. I mix in a bit of inane work related crap (whining, moaning, and lampooning the allegedly good life) and travel stories (bitching about the travel challenged) with my smut. I like to think I’m a deviant with a sense of humor.

So there I am suited up in my bluest blue suit, wearing my shiniest ego boosting black shoes, crisp white shirt, lucky cuff links and my favorite yellow shark tie in a proper Windsor knot that might have been cutting off the circulation based on what I’m about to tell you.

In front of me is a stack of paper thick enough to be War and Peace and enough red ink on it to make my bitch first grade teacher yell out in her insane ranting shrill voice “I told you that you’d be nothing more than a total fuck up! And you still can’t spell you stupid Pollock!!!”

She would be right about the spelling thing…to which I’d yell ” SPELLING TEACHERS ARE DINOSAURES…SPELL CHECK AND EA’s BITCH!”

Lawyers like to red line shit…it makes them happy. Oh yeah I’ve got enough lawyers around me to support and object to a recall of the Florida and Michigan democratic primaries for the next century. My lead counsel is sharp as hell and I really like her. Not something you’ll hear me say about most attorneys. Often I like what they do for me, I work with them because they are proficient and ruthless but don’t care for them as people. Seemingly “J” has a good soul and I genuinely enjoy our conversations. I didn’t pick her personally she was assigned to the project but I’m happy she was.

We’re arguing back and forth, they call it negotiating but it is really just civilized arguing. I want to fuck you out of this and won’t let you fuck me out of that. Add a little red ink. I want your soul to rot in hell despite the fact I’m the one who committed heinous acts during my life. Add some more red ink. You know the standard territorial pissing contest that is the business of corporate greed in America.

After several hours too long of working though a few points that if you need to sleep I can elaborate on for you pertaining to international tax remittance liability, currency fluctuations and the invoiced amounts owed that increase or decrease based on the value of the dollar against the in nation’s currency at a fixed point in the day vs the time of order and of course export compliance. I’m bored to tears and we shift topics in the name of progress. I’m nothing more than lovely window dressing, I don’t negotiate legal points and frankly am very happy about that.

We begin debating what countries are to be included in the contract and whether said territories are in fact sovereign nations or the possessions of other sovereign nations. Here’s a hint if you ever catch me staring at anything that the UN has provided like its officially recognized countries list run away from me quickly.

Often I say insane shit as a way just being a dick and amusing myself. Like the time a few months back when in a very snooty section of Northern Virginia the book store clerk who was obviously superior to me was being a complete jag off when I asked for help looking for a title. Then I made him help me try to find a Mouth Full of Razor Blades by Rev John Sleestaxx in the spirituality section for 30 minutes. (true story) I had him looking on the computer, insisting that they had to have it! Acting appalled when he couldn’t find any trace of it and told him that’s why I buy most of my stuff from Amazon.

Three of the islands we were debating on including is this charles manson post massacre legal agreement were named but actually completely uninhabited and several more had less than 60 residents. I try not to go to towns with 60 residents let alone islands.

I was growing tired of the business at hand and based on some posts a friend of mine had made on here about wanting to start a new island nation came to mind during a long tense pause with both sides glaring at each other, while flaring their nostrils, and sharpening their claws so we could continue to fight about everything that didn’t really matter. I make the idiotic statement “Yeah I’ve always wanted to find an island and declare it my own kingdom”.

The room full of carnivores look at me and “J” admits she wants to do the same thing. Both sides find a common ground and explain to me that there are international laws that allow for such action to be taken by in habiting an uninhabited island for a certain period of time. And that they’ve thought of it themselves. Reall is that what lawyers think abouyt when not screwing people for money?  See us sales abd business guys when were not thinking baout making money are thinking about screwing. Well that and golf, and fast cars, and boats.

I call bull shit thinking it was a chance to screw with the moron who wasn’t a lawyer. They all spend the next 30 minutes explaining to me what the requirements are, the probability of succeeding, and other information that I didn’t want or need. Tax attorneys, contract lawyers, compliance specialists, and a host of others who wasted thousands of dollars of legal fees on enthusiastically answering my question. Guess even they get tired of fighting and need a distraction.

BTW when after I got on a plane and went back about my regular business three nano seconds after I landed and fired up my Crack Berry there was an email from my lead counsel. There are seven US islands in the south pacific that are uninhabited that she’s considered “…but the severe weather patterns are most likely why they are un inhabited”

I expect a complete global list of uninhabited locales by Monday. Sadly I’m actually not kidding but “J” is my new idol!

It was a warm spring day when after a nice long weekend, in a home that wasn’t ours. Quarters that had been a bit to close for comfort or more accurately over run and cramped and some usually well cared for needs that I needed met in the worst way went unattended.

The first time were had been alone, truly alone in 5 days was as we hit the Garden State Parkway heading toward the airport. Sure there the normal amounts of traffic surrounded us but my hand wondered. At first just a little and then a little more until I knew I was tempting fate moving beyond playful and teasing him mercilessly as we made our way on to the interstate toward the rental care return.

Ok I was just being a bitch, a tease, and the look of frustration on his face made me even naughtier as I reached over more often and didn’t waste even a second being coy but rather got right back to business. I wanted to make sure that a million hours later that day when we did finally get home no matter how tired we were there would be a few moments of unbridled passion. A good hard quick lust filled pent up fuck is better than a good night’s sleep with no fuck at all. It sort of had an appeal all its own and up against the wall as soon as the door closed possibility turned me on just little more. My mind began really racing.

Honestly as I kept reaching across and rubbing him I wondered about on the air plane. Could we steal away to the restroom for a few minutes some where along the 4 hours flight. A cramped quarters release with a line outside was the stuff of sexual conquests and air travel legends. Do they give a merit badge to members of the mile high club?

As those thoughts danced through my increasingly horny little mind I wondered if perhaps a few salacious whispers and a couple blankets could provide a suitable alternative release. His hands were so magical, all the time in the world with no where to be, touching lightly, teasing me to the edge and back again. The knowledge that chances were he would tease me mercilessly as payback. When or if he did finally let get off I’d have to sit still, pressed into the seat. Holding back the overwhelming cries of delight being nearly silent surrounded by strangers with more than my legs quivering as I glimpsed the paradise that such a build up to orgasm could provide.

“Would you stop it!” he finally said sounding less than happy and shooting me a look that was anything but pleased. So what’s a girl to do? Grab a hold through the boy’s jeans and rub that hard little head with the heel of her hand a little more while her fingers tease his denim clad balls that’s what.

It didn’t help his mood any but it certainly got his attention, since we almost missed out exit. Despite growing up here it is an exit I’ve never missed and well one that from what I’ve heard you don’t want to miss since the part of town you have to turn around in isn’t so nice or even worse you end up heading to close to the city.

So I behaved and kept to myself, a relative term, for a few minutes. No sense in pissing him off completely. Sometimes he gets so uptight about getting where he’s going. Instead once again I found myself thinking about how long it would be before we got home, might as well be forever. No reason to have to wait that long.

We did have an SUV with tinted windows. Hmm wonder if there is a cell phone waiting lot near by we could put the seat down and crawl in the back for just a few minutes. Hell even if we had to pay for an hour’s time in some remote airport parking lot it would be very well worth it. There was plenty of time before the flight; for an appetizer. Just when you think the sex in a car years are behind you find yourself at Liberty worrying about how to put the back seat down in a rented SUV and finding a desolate parking spot.

I must have been lost in those thoughts for a few minutes too long, crying out “no” as I realized we were about to turn into the return lot. He ignored me somewhat frazzled by the signs and maze of roads leading to that point, finally asking as we pulled over the metal spikes to keep you from ever leaving the lot again. “No what?”

That was it my fantasy had been stolen. We exited the car and a breeze danced over my legs forcing my colorful wispy spring skirt to hug my hips as I walked, hair blowing in the breeze. Well at least I’d look like I’d just been fucked with all the wind.

Sometimes if you are just horny enough, a little too aroused and on the edge of becoming truly frustrated you hit a point of no return. It might be a fantasy, it might be a diversion or as it was on that sunny afternoon it might be that you get need to get some, just a taste, no matter how little to take a little of the edge off.

I had hit that point of no return. The return center was dead, at the start of the week everyone was coming into town as we were leaving. He dutifully dragged our bag toward the down escalator.

Sauntering along alluringly in front of him, of course knowing he was watching each swaying stride.

Finally inside and taking the ride down the escalator, still at that point of no return. The look in his eyes all but declared there was no chance in hell. He was too wrapped up in the hassles and minutia of travel so I excused myself to the restroom to take care of a few things and matters into my own hands before getting on the air train to head to the terminal. After all why should I suffer?

Alone with the door locked behind me, as good as the first instant and playful touch felt I knew it wasn’t what I really wanted. Sure it could hold me over. Now more than my mind was truly purring and primed it was time to tempt fate as I weighed my options. There was no need to stop yet was there? After all I was already edging on a frantic wreck and in a moment of clarity I decide to rejoin him. It was his touch I really wanted, well not exactly his touch but that would do in a pinch.

I tucked my thong in my purse, just to make things a little more accessible later. Besides they had sequins on the front triangle and the top of the back and god knows if they’d set off the metal detector. All I needed was the tactile sensation of a pat down by a stranger to make things worse.

He waited patiently by the door and now making our way up to the train I wished I hadn’t stopped. Too late to turn back now. It was empty as we made out way toward the platform…”the next train will arrive in 4 minutes” the annoying red letters called out. I don’t know why but I made my way past the security person, past the benches and billboard to the far end of the station. As a few people milled about I stood shielded from their view, threw my arms around his neck and pressed against him. Perhaps the situation had been underestimated, my hand slipping between us to find a growing interest.

His eyes still said “no”, actually they looked more like they were saying “quit teasing me you cruel bitch, I will get even with you.” Not that his look in particular didn’t sound like fun either.

The train pulled up, the door opened and instead of entering the car right in front of us since there was some one in it I headed a few cars down to an empty one. Empty cars on the air train almost never happen let alone at 4:00 in the afternoon. He trudged along toting our bags. I sat on the open seats. He stood just inside the door.

Looking to be certain no one was too close before spreading my legs, lifting my skirt and flashing him. I just had to flaunt my silky smooth moist pussy. Sometimes I am such a shameless tease. It is amazing how a little kitty shot always gets his undivided attention.

“The doors are about to close and the train will be departing shortly” blared through the speakers. That’s when the most mischievous once in a life time opportunities came to me. Speed was of the essence.

I jumped to my feet, quite literally…we were still alone.

Pouncing not in his general direction but literally right at him our bodies collided as the doors began to close. We were all but guaranteed a few minutes of privacy. My hand on his zipper and the look on his face was so priceless as I lowered it. The train pulling away I whipped out a very erect member past his boxers and jeans just as we left the station.

“Fuck me” I pleaded with my most desperate of bedroom eyes and slutty tone as we cleared the station. Bending over to grab the silver railing in one hand and throwing my skirt onto my back with the other.

I almost came as he touched me there, entering not with a fevered desperate passion but with a slow, frustrating deliberate move. I drove myself onto him forcefully. “Harder” I cried out as he moved through me and back out again

Still playing slowly! Didn’t he know that the moment wouldn’t last as I looked up and out over the tarmack, the planes, the workers, all buzzing around in plain sight as he slid into and back out of me like we had all the time in the world.

As the Train began to slow I savored the view of the all the planes and people I could see and wondered if anyone had seen us. Not that I cared, as a matter of fact I hoped everyone we passed had caught a glimpse of what was going on. Being so daring excited me even more. All too soon I found myself tucking his fat cock back into his jeans and hoping for a few more seconds alone with him. This time we were joined by a host of people moving from one terminal to the next. Standing in front of him so we were touching but not obvious I waited and as the train pulled out I “fell into him” just a little.

I squirmed and wiggled catching my balance of course and brushed against him each time the train shifted. He leered and whispered into my ear “you’re going to pay for this”. I smiled and certainly hoped so.

One more stop and as the last person in the car with us left and the doors began to close he calm demeanor of before faded. No sooner than our car passed the station he attacked me. I was only too willing to welcome the not so subtle advance. A fevered fast and hard pace caused me to hold on for dear life as he fucked me savagely. I loved it.

Pounding away in those few moments I gasped, he only moved harder and faster. I moaned in delight at the sheer force he was exerting and panted from my own efforts. As we rounded the last turn not 30 seconds from the station I came so hard screaming in sheer delight. I didn’t care who heard or what they were wondering. I hope the heard and I hope they were wondering. He joined in the guttural sounds soon afterward exploding in a final series for hard deep thrusts to complete out little tryst.

We’ll have to look for this one on the internet he kidded as we headed down the escalator. Mumbling something about security cameras and that our little performance would make the best quickies of the year back in the TSA screening room. It could have mattered less the idea of being seen by people passing in cars and riding on planes was already a turn on but having it immortalized and watched over and over again made my blood boil with wonder and anticipation.

As we bordered the plane he grabbed a few blankets “Here you’re going to need these since I owe someone a little pay back” Grinning like the devil and I did he teased me mercilessly the entire flight home.

Why 118 seconds of bliss? Simple that is how long we had together alone on the train between terminal B & C, I wouldn’t trade those fleeting seconds for all the time in the world.

So imagine you’re a successful lady, nice house in the burbs, chic ride, good job and enough degrees to wall paper your over sized foyer. Add to that you’re an adventurous lady and very sexual so much so that you’ve kept a stable of people around since your late teens to meet those very particular needs. With an over zealous bore in your past you finally meet the latest man of your dreams a tall dark and handsome type. An he’s got a libido to match your slutty shoe collection and lingerie prancing routing. He even loves to bend you over the sofa and fuck you long, deep and best of all…hard. Just like you like. The only issue is other than the harder faster routing he’s a gentle giant. Not so much as a crisp playful smack. So she’s faced with the age old problem of seeing how Vanilla he is. She hints around but the boy isn’t taking the hint. She’s a little more direct and other than a few great lays in interesting new places he’s not walking down the path she was hoping. Now a sensible woman would sit him down get him all hot and bothered and then make a slightly more direct request. Ease him into things and see if it works. She never did things the easy way instead she calls me, a dark creature from her past that was still part of her present(in a friendly co conspirator sort of way). Now why in the world would she call me? It’s a fair question. We’ve been friends for years and years. I’ve known every dark secret and revolving lover she’s had. Could I talk to him? Sure just what every guy wants to do tell someone’s new fiancée “well bud over all you’re doing pretty well but there are a few things the little lady needs that she’s not getting.” The conversation would go something like this… No no it’s not that you’re one of the few guys she hasn’t complained about size with…trust me she’s have made a point of telling me your weren’t well hung if that was the case. I should know I’ve heard it all before from her. No no you’re going south with your mouth often enough to leave her legs shaking and weak and her smooth little kitty purring away. So that’s not it. What is it then…well you know she’s kind of a wild girl right? You’ve no doubt benefited from the show and tell toy box and lacy underthings collections by now. She loves her stocking and garters and well that leather sofa she likes to be bent over it right? You never hear her screaming out in quite the same way as when she’s like that. No never mind how I know, I just do. Remember I’ve been around for years and helped pick out some of those outfits and shoes. Take it easy there dude you’re thinking the wrong thing here. I’m trying to help so bear with me. She is still a screamer right, calling out to the god’s of sexual prowess right in the act if I’m not mistaken. No No I haven’t been on that ride in years and years I told you relax. Well next time you bend her over it try putting a little color in her cheeks. Actually she likes to have her bare ass whipped with an electrical cord. She keeps in the drawer near by just fold it over give her a few good lashes, raise a few welts and then fuck your little heart out. For the next few days you get the benefit of her strutting around in garters and stockings and flashing her ass at every chance to show off her marks until they fade. Nothing good could come of that conversation so I didn’t have it. After all if you can’t tell your lover what you want in a very graphic way why the hell should I?

Written as a script this fun little role play features a true brat as the female lead and me playing her foil in the audio portion (available above on the pickle player).   Have a fun night and sse you in the moring with the next episode.

M = the male part
V= equals the female part (Victoria more accurately)

V- My mind is racing and before he’s even said a word I know just by my posture standing there boldly, not giving and inch, looking him squarely in they eye that I am tempting fate.

Tempting him, daring him to try to take me to that place that he wants so desperately to take me to and that maybe, some where that I’m not entirely willing to admit I might really like to go.

My heels level the stature playing field…slightly! My outfit is tempting enough to turn any man to putty, make them dance to my whims and not theirs, to give me absolutely anything I ever wanted…and so much more.

M- So I walked into the room and there she is waiting, One look tells me Oh so here we go again, she is in one of those moods, thinking I’ll back down thinking she holds all the cards, thinking that she’ll wear me down and be the one who really is in control. Not to night not unless she yells out the only thing that will make me stop, A safe word. Other wise all the begging and pleading and struggling in the world won’t help her until I decide it’s finished. Who cares if she’s had enough limits were meant to be tested, boundaries just like strong willed little sluts were meant to be broken.

V- “Ahh about time you got here I was afraid you wouldn’t show. That the possibility that it was entirely too much for your stiff stoic little mind to handle. I’m not you’re average girl you know.”

My words are bold and not until after the last one escaped my lips did I notice there was something different about him tonight. He seemed more like a statue cut from the most magnificent granite…hard and cold. But I still continued on as he crossed the long open room toward me. His foot steps are slow and hauntingly heavy, echoing loudly. His standard casual attire was missing, replaced with leather pants, a black T shirt and big black ominous boots. Still I taunted him.

“I’m not sure what you has in mind but playing war really isn’t doing much for me so an you lose the fifth infantry battalion shoes. I had other thing in mind.”

M- “That’s ok what I’m going to do to you tonight is a direct violation of the Geneva Convention.”

V- My mouthed opened before I thought. “Oh so you planned on playing war. Because on second thought I realized that you might be doing a gay biker impersonation of Johnny Cash.” Realizing his words were cold and his steps toward me slowed as I glared at him, daring him to try to come closer. I had backed him down so easily men really can be such simple little play things. And right when I was about to speak. To make sure he knew that no matter how the scene played out I was the one calling each and every shot.

He stopped. I stepped forward. He didn’t move. I moved closer again just one step. Maybe he really was just a beautiful statue since he was completely still and silent. So I batted my eyes and worked my way towards him again ever so slowly. Now we stood not more than 10 feet apart. I mocked him noticing the small black bag he was carrying “NICE PURSE! It even matches your outfit I’m so proud of you”.

Not a word, perhaps I wondered if I hurt his feelings men can be so soft and sensitive theses days. As I approached closing the last of the distance he smiled the most wicked little grin.

Finally his voice broke the silence

M - “That’s a good start. A very good start.”

V -What is? You standing still and silent. True some times I do like the strong silent type but not the still and silent type. It might be an indication of a lack of other skills, if you know what I mean.

M- “No the good start was that you already learned to come.”

V- and just then I realized that he had been in control all along, that I had played right into what he wanted but the game was far from over. “I plan on coming a lot”

M - “I bet you do. Hand!”

V- So I started to Clap (insert clapping) and then he snatched my hand right at the wrist. I pulled and put the other one behind my back quickly in an act of futile defiance. I’ll give him one thing he is a very strong man because as I pulled and all but hung my body weight from the limb he has seized and he didn’t so much as flinch holding me there like I was nothing more that a feather.

M- Now we are going to do this my way, every single second of it my way, and it will be a night you you’ll never forget.

V – “Unlikely” I bratted back at him. But as his grip tightened like a vice I could feel his warm flesh was indeed not stone now however his eyes were wicked in a way I had never seen before and he wore a sneer bordering on a grin. “I dare you to even try”. Bratting him once again

He let go of my wrist and it joined my other hand behind my back with such force that I stumbled backward, lost my balance, and crumbled in to a sexy heap on the floor.

M-”Strip”

V- Really had he become monosyllabic, “Hand! Strip!” Not much in the way of conversation to seduce a girl but hey I’ll play along in the name of a good time. So I found my way to my feet. Took another step or two back to make sure he had a really good view and started to move ever so slowly. Running my hand over my curves, a touch here, a little pat there, a shimmy a shake and a wiggle before reaching for the first buttons and then the second I drug our my little number for a good ten minutes before I got down to noting more than heels and panties.

M “So you only get one choice tonight. Which would you like first what’s in my bag or pocket first”

V “well a girl like me has to keep her options open. Is what’s in the bag bigger than what’s in your pocket?”

M “Of course it is. But you’re going to get both so pick”

V- Well I certainly hope so. So would I rather go from big to small or small to big?”

M- as I said your choice. Pick.

V- “let’s go with big first” and as I started toward him he tossed the bag at my feet. Completely unnecessary but I made the most of it, walked past the bag. Turned my back side towards him and bent over slowly and playfully making sure he was watching. The boy’s blood had to be boiling just watching me but to his credit he wasn’t letting it show. We’ll see how strong his will is when I get a little closer. And the second I looked toward the bag. CRACK right across my ass, and some where between the unexpected smack and the gasp I let out he swatted me again. So I snatched the bag stood up and was about to set things straight.

M- Put them on NOW!

V- What the fuck was that!

M - not even the start now open the bag and put them on or I will.

V- Opening the bag I saw four thick red leather cuffs with glistening d rings that could keep an aircraft carrier docked. These weren’t sex shop novelty items they were the real thing. Pushing him a little bit more “I won’t and you can’t make me” And with that he swallowed me in his arms and wrestled me to the ground before I knew what was going on I was face down with a hand behind my back and one cuff almost on.

I struggled and he spanked me again to get my attention. For one reason or another I kept struggling and when I reached back with my other arm to cover my now stinging and searing hot ass he grabbed that hand and put the cuff on.

.. –>[if !supportLists]–>V- .. –>[endif]–>Bastard

M – YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT A BASTARD I AM, BUT YOU’RE GOING TO FIND OUT!

V- Well I’m not sure if you’ve ever been tackled, pinned to the ground naked, smacked and cuffed. It can be quite the experience but I wasn’t going to give in that easy he was going to have to work for my respect. So always being the consummate brat I protested and told him “I dared you to make me put on the ankle cuffs”.

M – Fine have it your way.

V – The next sound was of a karabiner working its wicked little magic and then he picked me up like a rag doll. I just love it when that happens and set me back up on my feet. About the time that same time he managed to take a hold of my arms and lock the two cuffs together in front of me.

Guess I still haven’t learned since I decided to tell him “that was stupid now I couldn’t put the other cuffs on if I wanted to”

M – “Oh you can and you will. You just need a little proper motivation”

V - about that time he reached for the bag and unzipped a few sections I had over looked. He began pulling out an assortment of wicked little things that left nothing to the imagination. It was quite certain what they were for and more importantly that he intended to use each and every one of them on me.

So I decided to rethink my approach and took a seat, trying not to come crashing down. He just stood there and watched as I fumbled with my bound hands to collect the cuffs, contort my body and put them around my ankles.

He towered in the distance watching with wicked delight as I struggled. Looking at me and the picking up some biting little implement or another seemingly at about the exact second I was going to give up or say something.

Finally with both of them in place I rolled from my bottom to my knees and before I could reach forward to balance my self to stand he stepped right in front of me.

.. –>[if !supportLists]–>M- .. –>[endif]–>See a little motivation always helps, but don’t think you’re getting off that easy. Besides I like the position you’re in. Kneeling at my feet seems to suit you.

V- “Don’t get used to it won’t last for long.”

M- That’s right it won’t I have other uses for you. It seems we have forgotten something oh yes the thing in my pocket,

V- So with that he pulled out a long black silk scarf. I felt its soft coolness as he covered my eyes. In the darkness I could feel my skin tingling, the stimulation fading ever so slightly from our earlier encounter, the hard leather of the cuffs against wrists and the weight of it against my ankles. He helped me to my feet and led me across the room, down what I imagined to be the hall and into who knows where. He clasped my legs wide to something very solid.

Leaned me forward slightly and uncuffed my hands placing each of my fingers around a cold metal bar. As I griped it tightly the sound of chains ensuring my hands stayed in place echoed through my mind.

I waited and heard foot steps come and go. No doubt how he had left me he was collecting all those cruel devices I say him handling so eagerly in the other room.

M- Is there anything you’d like to say before we really begin

Victoria- Considering my options and for once choosing my words very carefully I stood silently.

M- Well?

Victoria- “You’re going to have to make me” and before I could finish the sentence he tore the last stitch of clothing off my body in one violent unapologetic pull. I screamed out “I’m yours, do what ever you want to me, I want and need you to. I want to submit”

Finally we were getting somewhere good and things hadn’t even really started yet.

Welcome back ! This post finds us at the mid point in kink week and nothing like starting the second half of anything off right. Hopefully after this you’ll be heading off to bed but not sleep since you’ll certainly be very hot and bothered after this little tale of lust and sensation play on the audio delivered by another special guest who is an extremely talented and popular writer of her own accord The Naked Nurse.

Be Sure to visit her at her own site theOfficialNakedNurse.com and to hear the audio visit malflic.libsyn.com or  in the pickle player above.  Her voice is really something special and I can’t thank her enoughfor taking her time to do this for me.

Standing there, exposed in oh so many ways. Vulnerable in ways that can not be seen, and could never be expressed in words. Images of his toned shirtless torso and handsome face moving through the darkness swim through my mind like a raging river. Each step causing him to dance between the shadows and flickering candle light in the distance mysteriously as he approaches me again, after what had felt like an eternity.

His eyes are filled with and unquenchable desire for me, and only me. No one else matters, no one else even exists for these all too few moments. My body already warm with anticipation melts into him as we touch, pressing every inch of my being against him, hoping that he knows and can fill my every unspoken need.

It’s a heat that soon enough will give way to a torrid embrace and overwhelming sensations as his arms swallow and draw me closer. His lips warm, and soft, and wet kiss my neck.

I taunt and tease with my subtle yet suggestive movements, the anticipation growing even faster than my arousal. His hands dance across my skin knowingly, over my sensuous hips, barely a tickle, a finger tip traces up my back, and along my arm. I shudder in delight knowing there is so much more to come.

The soft touch of his finger tip slowly fades, giving way to the gentle taunting caress of his large strong hands, moving, ever so slowly up the entire length of my legs, across my bottom and to the small of my back. I could suffer this forever fate forever drinking in his admiration, a goddess, his goddess and the all consuming source of his passion

A whisper in my ear, a few words that floated in the air just before his hand playfully smacks my ass. The echo of his flesh against mine bounces through the room and before I can savor that feeling, the tingle, the subtle sting that only heightened my sensations as I wait. And wait for another but instead his hands find my breasts he presses into me from behind. Oh those magical hands so large, strong, firm, and knowing. They move me in a way that only his hands ever could. I moan deliciously filled with delight as he teases my ever hardening nipples.

I wait for what I know is coming, what I wish he would get to. Seconds pass slowly, each sensation drives me in to ecstasy. Still he’s taunting me with his hands, teasing me with his caress and then as the excitement builds and I begin to lose hope my nipples find themselves between his fingers; he pinches. My unbridled delight escapes me lips.

Now rolling their hardness between his thumb and for finger the pinch begins to bite in such a delicious way. I grind into him and his grip tightens, controlling me with only his finger tips, my knees weaken but he’s holding me firmly. I find myself swaying, rubbing my ass against his growing lust, wanting something so much deeper instead. Moaning in delight, hoping he’ll continue, I feel myself getting wetter, my heavy breaths all but scream out to him that he’s taken me to the edge.

His hands soften and touch me gently again, in that area where my breasts meet my torso, it sends chills through me then I feel him moving away. Pressing back into him, how can he not know what I want? What I need. His hands dancing all over me, back down my legs, tracing with a finger nail here, a finger tip there just enough to make me wild with desire, a playful pat, a lick and a nibble. His body teases mine as he moves to my side.

“Close you eyes” he instructs me. And his touch is gone. But it is like I can feel him and as I steal a peek he is standing there in front of me, so strong and handsome. Looking into my eyes, his hands rest on my hips before moving across my stomach and he takes my hardness between his fingers again squeezing.

He steps backward and I follow, he does it again, and again I follow, this dance continues until we find ourselves alone in a candle lit room. Still he only teases, a playful touch, a brief rough pinch, a soft caress watching my eyes closely, seeing through them into my soul, my hopes, my lust, and my desires.

He takes my hands in his and then slowly places them on my chest. My own touch excites me even more, knowing that his can attend to other things.

“Close your eyes” his voice instructs me. And with one last glance before shutting them not only is he mine but I am with out a doubt entirely his.

“No peeking” I murmur my consent to those terms all the while wondering what he has planned. And then again his hands are gone. I can feel him, still so close. A shuffling step, a rustling sound, something sliding, every sound amplified, each sensation heightened, I am so very alive. Standing there eyes shut and waiting.

My eyes open! I’m startled as the wax hits my chest, its running over my breasts as he continues to pour I start to come. Our eyes meet and he touches me again, roughly, pinching, my legs quiver, our lips meet, our tongues dance, his hands wonder south and send me even deeper into my orgasm.

My screams of pleasure fill the silence of the night…and we’ve only just begun.

The First bed time edition of Kink week begins with double edition first a poetic and a Playful Little Flirtation Between lovers “Toy with me”.   Kink isn’t always tie me to the bed post sometimes it is the subtle things, the words, the glances, and all the other hidden exchanges that make everything so delicious.

Then we move on to a rope bondage piece “Tiny Little Lines” focused on the caress, the tease and sensations as you surrender to your lover will and whims. The Audio featuring my Chesty Blonde can be found on the pickle player above or by visiting http://malflic.libsyn.com

TOY With ME

The Chesty Blonde = Standard text

Malflic = Italics

Keep me wondering in a magnificent state of disarray and lust filled intoxication. Wondering if you are thinking those wonderful dirty little things I am. Wondering if the give and take that is so electric is about to ignite.

Visions of you dance in my mind even when you’re not near, in a way that consumes who I was and creates who I want to be. And merely steps away you sit there indifferently, pretending not to notice how my blood boils and my souls laments in the way only a poet can express and a lover could understand.

I can’t tell from across the room if you even know exactly what I’m thinking, if you have even the slightest inkling, or the faintest understanding of how insanely hot the fire you’re playing with is.

A specter of my lust and temptress who casts her wicked little spell over me. One who can’t even begin to fathom the power she has, or worse yet one who knows exactly everything she possesses

How a simple unintentional spark could send your life careering into a place you never imagined. Into a world of whispers, shadows and unspeakable desires, a world where the inferno I create has consumed and left wrecked many lesser men.

Noticing even from this cursed distance the possibilities, each subtle soft curve of your Devine form, every deep intoxicating breath, the shimmer of your lips that pales in comparisons to the desire that beats for you in my wicked and jaded little heart.

Coyly you glance my directions, your subtlety does not even begin to discourage my desire, it feeds it causing the needs to rise up to a point of a tension an unintended catalyst that sets everything in motion. Or was that the idea the entire time as I sat with osthers, isolated from you , uniformed of your thoughts, feelings and intentions.

Oh the thing you cause me to think, the very things that would lead us both to the edge of our human desires and dare taunt all that is beyond them with Thoughts and things that would make a whore blush and nations to damn me for thinking them. But none of that matters as I wait for you to come closers to abandon them and find a reason to escape with me into the cool cover of the night, into the shadows, and into what I desire most that can only ever be shared with you

Waiting and hoping that the time would arrive when something, anything a glimmer of hope, a sign of intention, a possible second to escape for how ever brief an interlude would appear. Fleeting seconds, cursing fate, despising the gods of carnal desire What I wouldn’t give, the sins that I would commit. If only you knew. If only you had taken the time to grace me with your attention, to dance in the movements of my desire, to walk with the deities of lust and passion, to fade into the shadows screaming in the night, howling with delight, made with ecstasy and wanting to do anything, and everything you ask…and so much more….instead

You remain distant, not cold but certainly not warm as I long for your touch, your kiss on my lips your breath on my and you body against mine.

But you just sit there and Toy with me And so I wait.

For the record this in not fiction in any way, shape, or form.  Seat 3c from EWR to STL.  It’ll make more sense as you read on.

After a road trip that started in the middle of last week and took me though the weekend well into Monday afternoon I was functioning on less than 4 hours a night of sleep the entire time and as I poured my exhausted ass out of the car and into the airport finally heading home all I really wanted was to kiss the Blonde and pat her on the ass, pet the dog, eat a bowl of cereal and have a glass of milk. Sure I got a few great blogs along the way you’ll all get to see shortly but needed a nap on the damn plane.

We board and the regional jet, it’s only about half full. The first thing that caught my attention was the very well known photographer who walked on the plane and sat in front of me. I’m too fucking tired to really care and probably can’t carry on a conversation. So I don’t say a word, if there’s a need to meet her I’ll call the studio or attend a show.

Following her is a large dark haired guy in his late teens or early 20’s. He’s big, kind of round and from appearances not a menacing being despite his stature. More of a shuffler than a predator in his un-tucked wrinkled buttoned up oxford, faded blue chino’s, sneakers, and outward signs of a religious faith that were impossible to miss.

Everyone’s on board, the if we crash you’re dead announcements start and I put my shades on lean against the window and close my eyes. No rest for the wicked and 15 minutes later we are in the air, early. A few minutes after leaving terra firma the guy I had described moves across diagonally in front of me into an empty row and whips out a magazine.

I read and write on planes so no big deal but a few minutes later he’s got the Shpilkes so bad that it’s pissing me off from 5 feet away. I look over and he’s got a Playboy opened to the center fold (the 16 hottest Russian Girls or something like that issue, Red background blonde chick with a furry white muff on the cover). Tit’s and ass out on display right there on the plane. Not something I would necessarily do but I’m no prude there wasn’t a kid on the plane so back to trying to mind my own business. The photographer in front of me noticed and eventually shot me a glance back like do you believe this guy.

Fact is it that was only the beginning because apparently the man was starting to get a little wood from his reading literature and the next thing you know he’s pulling at his crotch to make room for a growing member. A few minutes later he’s doing the same thing and not in a discreet manner.

Omar the Tent maker was now having real issues with the restrictions his pants and tightie whiteies were having on him and began an elaborate package adjustment process that was more annoying than his previous fidgeting.

Then he starts again, reading and touching, it was like watching a train wreck, a glimpse of a nude picture here, a rub on the head there.

Look nothing is wrong with masturbation in general, wax the dolphin, and beat the bishop until you’re little heart’s content do it until you’ve had enough, do it until you’re so raw you can’t stand to touch it anymore. None of my business if you jack off like a mentally deranged lunatic 100 times a day more power to you…if you’re in private.

Hell I’ve had lovers go on an exhibitionist solo mission right in front of me that would have made many a man have inadequacy issues, Other than eventual boredom I could have cared less.

He continues on reading and is now up to a full scale choke the chicken crotch rub right through his Dockers still sitting there in plain sight. I want to lean over and ask him to kindly head to the lav whip it out and finish shooting putty at the moon in private.

Now there is a certain irony to the entire event since just last week I wrote a yet to be posted piece that about having sex in public called “118 seconds of bliss” on the air train at the same terminal I was leaving again. It is making me seriously rethink ever posting it.

He goes on with the read touch repeat routine for an hour until finally I think he forgot to go back to the read part and lingered a bit too long on the touch part and must have creamed his jeans. Oh well there’s a subset of the mile high club I’ve never joined and never intend too. And since when do a pair of cotton pants feel good? I’m thinking rug burn.

And the perverted fuck never stood up to wipe himself off…he just changed his radin material to the in flight magazine. I’m never wearing shorts on a plane again…a full body condom maybe but not shorts.

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Fuck The Pope.
“The Church would have you believe that abstinence should be sufficient.”

Good Boy
“Despite my outward appearance, I still felt sexy as hell knowing what was underneath those misleading garments.”

May Masturbation Challenge: Progress Report day 10
“At the Dee & Apollo household, it’s early on Day 10 of the May Masturbation Challenge. ”

Mr. Sugasm Himself (one from the vaults)

The US Constitution Erotic Coloring Book

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The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #135? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.

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Tantra is work and a two way street
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Nyotaimori
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Submit
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Mr. Sugasm Himself
Sugar Bank

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