שטויות שרשמתי בפטלייף

From the treetops to the stumps below, they both knew in their hearts that they've wanted more than the slight touch and the casual leaning in.

They were both dirty minded, but it was their fifth date. A picnic was prepared and set out, cheeses and meats that made the mouth salivate.

The wine bottle ran dry and their lips have met, one on top of the other white in a fugue state of despair and haze.

He undressed her top by the buttons and the hems, she covered his neck with saliva, teeth marks and the shade of lipstick that wore. None of the two fully realized that they were in a park, kissing and humping and going home before dark.

He kissed her bare bosom and his hair she did grab, pushing his face down to her nethers while looking for a big enough shrub.

They were horny, excited and like two teens at their peak. 

The forest still beckons, their story has not turned bleak.

Air is an important thing for us humans and the oxygen inside of it, yet there's this urge to be deprived of it come certain situations.

Learning how to choke is important, learning when to let go of the hold equally so. Sometimes it's less the lack of air and more the feeling of helplessness that drives you up that certain wall.

You've got to learn how to maneuver around that kind of place, both as the recipient and the provider.

Nothing is better than that gaze, that "choke me while you fuck me hard" stare that they give you and the mixture of that plus seeing their eyes roll backwards is an absolute commodity.

So what can we do to improve that?

What can we add? Some are afraid of taking criticism and suggestions while others welcome it in other arms.

Apart for making one fall for the other and take their breath away in more ways than one, that is.

Let me take your breath away in more ways than one,

Cherish the air you inhaled as the hand that just caressed your cheeks now squeezes around your neck.

Feel your walls crumble down in more ways than one,

Let the guards down and make that cute face you do when you're getting stuffed.

Do not stifle the noises,

Breathe in and out,

Get a little flustered when your feet are hanging up.

Give up, give in, keep fighting as your pleasure resurfaces.

You're cute, did you know that?

Nothing makes you cuter than the sounds you make while you get pleasures, the faces you try and hide and how your eyes roll backwards. 

Be fulfilled, be filled.

Don't dare to hold back the moans I work hard to squeeze outta you.

Hold the banisters tightly as you walk up the stairs, you might get pinched or spanked.

Hold me dear to your heart while you keep me deep inside.

"Let me hear a gasp for air" He whispered, his fingers clasped around her neck like a vice that's slowly releasing the pressure after seeing the despair in her eyes.
Careful as to not hurt her windpipe, it was a recurring thing with the choking and the build up of despair and admiration that seeped through his submissive's gaze.

Letting her catch her breathe, letting her rest her head gingerly atop his chest and synchronize her own breathing with his; as if needing another way to be closer to him.
He grabbed a handful of her hair and tugged at it to make her meet his gaze, giving a warm smile and asking "You okay?"

A kiss lands upon her soft and trembling lips, it was cold after all and he liked the idea of her being next to him for warmth. Clad in his shirt and against him for a moment, all she needed was his permeating heat to coat her and heat her up from her core outwards.
His big hands had traveled up and down her frame, grabbing ahold of her hips and tugging her into him all the more. "Come closer, my little rascal." he whispered; wanting to feel wrapped with her like a new piece of clothing to keep him decent. After all - she makes him a better person.

She's nothing short of amazing, of pure and unadulterated cuteness.
He's smitten, he's aching for her love.
He knew that he was infatuated with her from the moment that she curled up into a ball over his lap, teary eyed and giggling in both pain and glee. He knew he adored her from the image of her eyes pleading for more; just that gaze that said "Please, don't you stop now."

Beneath the hallowed trees, above the ground below.

Underneath the mistletoes, no reprieve from all that's known.

Trembles, shivering from a touch of yours.

Touch me gently, time has run it's course.

Silence, hearken to the sound of the breeze.

Topped with heartbeats and the way you breathe.

Up until the drink still flows, forgotten as a memory.

Far fetched notion, only becomes an agony.

Fast approaching, the branch above the mistletoe.

Sounds reverbing, trees buried in the ground below.

כבר כמה וכמה לילות שיש לי נדודי שינה,

שאני חייב להרדם לקול רקע..

בשטח זה קל, יש את הנחירות של האנשים בצוות שלי.

אבל במלון, שאני לבד? אני מתגעגע לרעשי רקע.  משהו שיסתיר את העובדה שאני לא ישן טוב מאותו היום, הסיוטים שמדי פעם צצים שוב ושוב.

פנים שלא אראה יותר, אנשים שלא אדבר ואנהל איתם שיח יותר ברחוב.

אולי סוף סוף קיבלתי את זה, שאנשים שאני מכיר שלא חשבתי לעצמי שפשוט ימותו - מתו.

כבר כמה לילות שאני לא נרדם, נרדם רק בבקרים שהרעשים בחוץ מתחזקים.

בסופו של יום, כולנו לומדים אובדן מה הוא.  כולם מלפני, מאחרי.. אף אחד לא מצפה לזה.

אבל לומדים לחיות, אלא החיים שלנו נעצרים עם האדם אותו/ה איבדנו.

יש אנשים אבל, שהנשמה שלהם מתה באותו היום.

יש אנשים שהשתנו בעל כורחם.

יש אנשים שכבר לא יהיו אותם האנשים שהם היו פעם.

אני אחד מהם.

סלופי ג'ו/ג'ו/יהודון של פעם כבר לא אותה הישות.

אני לא אותו האדם.

התסכול חייב לצאת איכשהו, הצער והיגון חייבים לנוס מהמקום אחרת הרקבון ישב ויתחיל.

העצב יצא אך חזר, הכאב עשה חסד והוריד את הרמה עד לשלב שבו החליט שהוא לא מספיק נשמע.

He had been rummaging through her vagina with his digits for quite a while now, trying to squeeze more squeals out of his little missus with the way he pinched her clit between his thumb from the outside and his fingers on the inside.
All she could do is helplessly try and muffle her moans, biting her lower lip and hope to whatever deity she followed that he won't get that satisfaction from her yet; after all, she was but a little brat to him.

After having tied her arms together, left hand to right elbow and right to the left, she added a blindfold and kept teasing her, using whatever tools he had in his disposal to milk more and more of her sounds out of her to try and get her to break. His fingers, his lips, his teeth.. and the bundle of toys they had accumulated over the years of their time together.

He waited until she reached her first orgasm, giving her lips a little peck before whispering "Alright, my little lady love. You stay put, I gotta go get something." and simply left her tied up on their sofa which had neatly opened to a makeshift bed when the need arose.
Walking to the kitchen, he put on a latex glove and grabbed the knife he had sterilized prior to placing it in the refrigerator to cool off and get maximum efficacy from what he had intended on doing to his little missus.

Having walked back, quietly as to not give away his position; he ran the blunt part of the cold carbon steel blade against her thighs, her abdomen and her robust breasts. Placing the cold surface of the knife against her neck and gingerly biting at her earlobe to say "You are mine now and forever, so let us not rush that forever part."
Placing the cold, sharp edge against her neck closer to her chin and letting it score her delicate skin just a little bit; letting her now know that it was in fact - a knife without it's knifeguard that was etching at her skin as if trying to cut through frozen butter.

She flinched to start with, but realized that there was nothing she could do in that state as she was bound by him and left to be used by him and in whatever way he had wanted. As the knife lightly grazed the skin of her neck and never had pressure put into it; just the innate sharpness of it alone that could score the first few layers of her skin.

He smiled at her, slowly lowering the knife down and resting it on her ample breast, if not to just pull down on her blindfold and drag it to her neck so she could see what he was doing to her. He picked up the knife and put on it's knifeguard, just to slowly drag it down on it's blunt side yet again and let it touch the surface of which her clit would be hiding.
Grabbing the knife by the blade, he had begun to push the handle into her folds and into her vagina; watching her eyes on occasion to make sure she was staying collected and realizing the gravity of the situation. Having turned the knife to stay horizontally, he pushed the handle into her her - all the way to the cold guard that gave her chills as it was made out of the same material as the blade; if only to just add a counter weight.

"You look cute when you're frightened" He whispered, pressing the cold guard against her folds and watched her eyes before stroking her cheek and holding her face to keep her looking at him. "Your eyes look even cuter now.." He added, leaving the cold steel pressed with his dominant hand and leaning in to tug at her nipples with his teeth and suckle onto her breasts just to bring out more voices and shudders out of her.

After the cold steel had warmed up to her body's temperature, he slowly pulled out the knife's handle out of her vagina and noticed how noticeably wetter she got from having held a knife against her throat, Simply smiling at her and saying "You got wetter than usual, you little minx."

He moved her to lay down on the sofa and folded up the makeshift bed in order to have more space to sit on the ground, undoing her arms's bindings and positioning himself between her legs. His tongue pushed through into her folds and against her slit, just to have a taste of how her fearful juices had tasted; grabbing her outer thighs and spreading her bare butt to expose her holes better for him. Moving his tongue upwards to find her clit, prodding at it with the tip of his tongue and lightly poking at her wet vagina with the index finger of his left hand; just to coat it with her juices and move to poke and prod at her ass-hole. One finger slowly became two fingers, all while his lips had already covered her clit and began to suckle on it wonderfully; the mimicking of a fish face if just to make it better for his little love.

The index and middle finger of his right hand had now slid into her wet vagina, digging inside of her while alternating the motions of his left hand; never letting her feel empty as one hand went in - the other went out. His face buried in her crotch, giving her glances while she was free to play with his hair, tug and push his face down if she so desired.
The alternation of the hand movements had paid off eventually, letting her experience her second orgasm of the night before he had moved to now use her in the way that she was used to - as his little cumdump, his little stress relief toy and his little lady love.

Making toys by oneself is always going to be a challenge, especially when one has never made one and simply resorted to buying them from events such as BDSM parties and online.. but there's that kind of push to want to leave an imprint with a studded paddle or one with the metal indents - simply a pleasure to use as one simply could have the shape of a heart somewhat and leave that imprint upon the ass cheeks of the receiving party.

I have never tried any of those apart for the candlewax, I have dripped wax in the shape of hearts of just drew as best I could upon the back and bosom of a lady who I had the pleasure of hurting some; of course - that was in the distant past. Today's party made me realize... I should do that again!

Using a cane to leave straight marks that could get to the point of light breaking of the skin and light bloodletting has been in my to-do list for a while now, though I doubt if I would be able to experience that.
Flogging with a cornucopia of tools would be interesting, to test which ones I like best; what angle and what kind of alternation to use to make sure all spots and surfaces are covered.
Whipping though.... I have always wanted to try, I would be damned if I didn't see a plump butt and didn't imagine myself whipping the daylight savings out of it. I want to leave marks, I want to hurt... I want it to hurt.
I would hug the person who lets me do that to them, say thank you for the experience and be on my merry way.. But.. Aftercare is a big part of my BDSM lifestyle and therefore - I cannot in good conscience simply hurt and go away afterwards. One of the reasons I have decided to keep BDSM in the confines of a romantic relationship and not separately. I do not want a little side piece to simply hurt and abuse, I wouldn't want someone to just let me do whatever I wanted in the sense of hurting her bare back, bare ass and chest and go away after I was done and satisfied.
There's that drive to care for someone, to give them a warm and loving hug and let them get down comfortably from that endorphin high while knowing full well that they have someone to snuggle up to, talk to and be pampered with attention and love afterwards.

I got my metaphorical ear chewed out today by someone who got annoyed with the fact that I didn't stay in the club to do an impact play session with her, but I guess beggars can stay in their merry beggar ways and the choosers let down many a people because of their pickiness.
Alas, I can only find solace in the fact that I was a little too drunk to remember who it was to accost them for being dimwits.

Anyhow, there's still that drive to hurt and give that lovely lady who you wouldn't even assume was a little masochist what she wanted, there's more to that though than just hurt and let go. Emotions bond and form knots quite easily, the way the eyes glisten with admiration and appreciation when one hurts the other; rather asking to be hurt more with a gaze than words.
I wouldn't know what to do, as I cannot bring myself to be in that state. There's that innate need to care for the one under you. They let their guards down and let you hurt them; it only makes sense to return that in kind in the form of care and affection. I may be intertwining two trains of thought together but I would rather be this way than be any other way. Every single one of us does something their way, be it the bare handed spanking that I love so much, the flogging and caning.. It falls under a neat umbrella that not everyone has to stand underneath it the same way. Some may stand outside it with their leg sheltered from the rain, some may envelope themselves in it and be sheltered completely. We all get wet though, in one way or another.

Ta, you lovely little masochists.

The house suddenly filled up with life as she returned from her place of work, donning her semi-business set of clothes that always made him admire her all the more, every little curve of hers was noticeable then - even the parts he never usually paid attention to when she was in her bare form.
Coming up to her, greeting her with a soft kiss that were planted on her velvet-y lips and a big smile to follow; an exchange of pleasantries and from there on, the ritual of talking about the day.

There was always a ruling in their domicile, she gets to wear the flannel button top once she gets home because it smells like him and what he did that day, as he helps her undress and get into her lounging clothes - his flannel and his scent lowly encompassing her little frame like a hug she permanently received.
Come nightfall - they began to get a little friskier as per usual. Who wouldn't, if they felt that way about each other every single second of every single day ?
The kissing that became more and more intimate, the way her lip piercings felt against his lower lip while he nibbled on it. The way her tongue felt as she licked and lapped her tongue his ear; making him shiver with every single sense of the word. The kisses that they gave one another on the neck, the bites and suckles upon the skin and the hair that kept being pulled almost harmoniously as to help guide the other's skin for better access.

He finally decided to just end the subtle foreplay and lay her down on her back, peeling off the loosely hugging pants from her legs and kissing his way up to her hips and groin in order to squeeze more shivers of excitement out of his little lady. Sitting her up slowly and then lifting her arms up in order to take off the flannel of his that she wore and the top she had decided to wear that day - that somehow managed to be baggy but still show her lovely figure to him in some poses.
He slid his flannel top back on her and smiled, whispering "There's something about you wearing my flannels that makes me... lose my mind a little." with a little shy chuckle.

They've been teasing one another non-stop for a good few hours with the occasional kiss and neck nibble, which had only intensified come the last hour of their sitting together in their living room, now standing up himself and helping her stand on the couch as to help him out of his heinous clothes; as they stood in between their skins touching.
The short sleeved tee now off, kisses on his neck down his abdomen and sides, making him shudder in excitement and stifle a laugh as he was a tad ticklish. Now her small digits at the hem of his trousers, lightly tugging down and with his help - completely off.

Sitting back down after having also removing each other's undergarments, the light grazes of the lips on each other's genitalia and the teasing they had to endure throughout the day from each other, now at full swing and from dripping pre-cum to filling absolutely drenched with vaginal fluids coating every bit of her ladyhood.
They wanted to keep going though, to keep teasing one another and watch at the build-up of despair in each other's eyes.
The way she had placed herself ontop of his throbbing shaft, knowing full well where he wants to be and how badly he wants to be there, all the while rubbing herself up and down on his length and making sure to give his neck bites and not-so-ginger suckles.

After a good while of driving him mad and seeing the despair build-up in his eyes, how he yearns to be inside of her already, only then did she take his member by the base of the shaft and slowly press it against her soft and blazingly-hot entrance. As the centimeters slowly disappear into her folds and spreading her out to make room for him, all the man could think about is her; his little lady who seemed to stop at nothing at trying to turn him on as much as she could - all while still donning his flannel button top.

While her legs were spread apart, hugging at the sides of his thighs and hips, her hand firmly grasping at the back of his neck for leverage while she lifts herself up and down on him; making sure to give him a good view of her bouncing and bobbing breasts with every repetition.
Him slowly sliding his big hands from her knees to her hips, squeezing her flesh and admiring her lovely, beautiful brown eyes and keeping eye contact with her as he wrapped his fingers around her hips; now moving to be the one to tease her as he helps her move up and down - but rather roughly pushing her down in every repetition until he can visibly see the need to be roughed up a little deep in her eyes.

Now having pulled her off of him, he splays her atop his lap with her glorious behind in the air for him to ogle and fondle; all while the fingertips of his right hand now wrapped around her neck and slowly depriving her of air while smacking her ass cheeks with each recurring smack upon her skin becoming more and more frequent and rough. Feeling her nails dig into the skin of his thigh as to remind him that she does in fact - is starved of oxygen and lets go, now letting her hungrily suckle onto his finger; all while being rather out of breath.

Few minutes go by and he lets her stand, firmly grabbing her by her lovely hair and makes her look up into his eyes, kissing her soft lips deeply and letting their tongues swirl together in a fugue state of lust and the need to climax. Taking turns in sucking each other's tongues while groping and stroking; all while they inched closer and closer to the confines of their bedroom.

Now in the room where their comfortable bed had resided, desperately squirming and making little noises as to show their need to continue, he set her down on her hands and knees; looking at her rear and climbing the bed behind her, if only just to spread her cheeks and watch as her lips slowly begin to hide away his length and fully encompass him with her fluids and flesh.
Hips now grabbed rather hard, his hands moving her up back and forth on his length and letting her feel fuller than she felt while on top of him, grabbing onto the sheets in despair as each time he got a little bit rougher with her. A minute goes by, slow paced becoming rougher and rougher by the second as out of nowhere - a loud thud fills the room as he thrusts into her while simultaneously pushing her backwards. As the room fills up with the sound of skins colliding and all they could think about is "I really, really want to cum.." .

A good amount of hair pulling, spanking, manhandling and being generally roughed up later - he stops his fast and harsh pace and simply watches as he pulls out almost completely all the way out and just the tip of his member staying inside; waiting for her to anxiously move her hips as to motion him to continue and thrust once into her, swiftly, deeply and harshly. Then again, as he pulls out almost all of the way and then shoves himself back into her, the recurring pattern of teasing her little body and the desire to make her want it all the more.

Now now, what would you have wanted?

We sleep as naked as the animals we technically are, nothing to cover our flesh apart for the duvet or the thick and fluffy blanket in winter times. I can't help it though, waking up against you and seeing you all bare in front of my eyes. I mean.. why shouldn't I wake you up if I'm awake and excited?

Gingerly lifting your leg and using my thumb to coarsely rub against the labia, the other hand travelling up to your throat to wrap itself around your neck as soon as I begin to probe you with a digit or two and wake you up in two ways. It would be abrupt, it would be fun, it would be without your knowing.

What to do, what to do ? Should I keep fingering you, slap your bare ass until I've let my mind know that my hand hurts from the stinging? Could I even tease you to the point of your becoming a crazed horny little lady? I mean.. I am going to try and accomplish that either way.
Be it fingers in your holes, choking and manhandling your frame and figure to suit whatever I wanted to do. You are mine after all, to use, to abuse and to cherish and admire in any way I saw and felt fit.

Would you rather be rawdogged and filled up while being woken up to sex? Would you rather be fingered until you've lost all sense of self and all your brain thinks is "Cum, cum... CUM." ?
Possibilities are endless, all we ought to do is .. each other.

Dry humping, feeling the shaft of my cock resting against your holes and a big hand and long digits slowly tightening around your throat and waking you up in the best way possible. Lifting your hips up and letting you bury your face in the pillow to scream into, bite onto; all while your insides get pushed aside, your bare ass gets clapped and hit by those thighs of mine. Let me grab those hips of yours and tighten my fingers around them, push you back down onto my shaft while I push forward and make every repetition hurting for you, let the sound fill the room with those muffled moans you let out.

So what would it be?