My fist wrapped around her hair.
Pulling her head back.
Is this what you want?
Is this what you've been craving?
Yes Mistress.
Please.
A tug to a nipple.
A flick to the other.
Hard, ripe points.
Beg for more.
A slap to her fat breast.
A nip at her neck.
Her moans.
They feed me.
Do you want more?
I whisper.
Yes, Mistress.
Please.
I slowly drag her to her knees.
Open your mouth, my pet.
I urge him closer.
His hard eager dick at perfect height.
I stroke so slowly.
His eyes close shut.
A sigh.
I smile.
Would you like to lick?
Would you like to taste?
A whimper.
A catch in her breath.
Yes, Mistress.
Please.
Slowly.
I guide her head closer.
Closer.
Her tongue darting forward.
With my fist around his base.
I gently bring him to his gift.
A pause.
Then I let her have one long lick of her sweet treat.
She moans.
He grits his teeth on a sigh.
What do you taste, my pet?
You, Mistress.
I taste you.
Please...
Do well, my greedy little pet.
Or I'll stop the rest of your pleasure.
Lick off every drop.
Of my sugar.
I step back as she sucks him down.
His fist replaces mine.
Her lips wrapped tight.
His dick begins to fuck her mouth.
My eyes flash.
The erotic picture.
My dirty little scene.
The whore in me smiles so naughtily.
I drop the first lash.
The slap echoes above her sucking.
Again.
The leather kisses her skin.
Yes, Mistress.
Please.
Please....
Those pleas.
His pleasure.
The fall licking her back and ass.
Feeds me.
Yes, Mistress.
Please.
Please....
Please...........
~A Lioness
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Thin Air
Take me higher.
Than I've ever been.
To where the air is so thin.
It hurts to breathe.
Dive deep.
In me.
In you.
Find what's buried far below the surface.
More.
I search for more.
Than what has been.
Than what is.
I want to know what can be.
I want to experience what is possible.
I want what I've never had.
To fly.
To soar.
To be free.
I want to look in your eyes.
And see that I take you to that same place.
What you've always dreamed.
What you've never had.
To lost myself in another.
To let another lose himself in me.
To be lost.
Together.
~A Dreaming Kat
Ahhhhhh...silly, silly girl. I should just focus on getting better with my flogger.
Blah...
Than I've ever been.
To where the air is so thin.
It hurts to breathe.
Dive deep.
In me.
In you.
Find what's buried far below the surface.
More.
I search for more.
Than what has been.
Than what is.
I want to know what can be.
I want to experience what is possible.
I want what I've never had.
To fly.
To soar.
To be free.
I want to look in your eyes.
And see that I take you to that same place.
What you've always dreamed.
What you've never had.
To lost myself in another.
To let another lose himself in me.
To be lost.
Together.
~A Dreaming Kat
Ahhhhhh...silly, silly girl. I should just focus on getting better with my flogger.
Blah...
Monday, February 7, 2011
Inspiration
Late last night, my inspiration was questioned, so before I went to bed and throughout today I thought out, organized, and wrote my best response. The easy answer is that my words come from inside me.
My writings here are a complicated mixture of all that I am. All that I have been. And all that I wish or endeavor to be.
Of course there is my demanding and sometimes seemingly inexhaustible sexuality. My vivid imagination. My dark fantasies. Oh and let's not forget my unquenchable thirst for knowledge and my impatient curiosity. There's also my constant effort to play with the puzzle that is me. And yes, my previous and current lovers. Scenes that I've experienced and enjoyed or want to expand upon. Conversations I've had with those in the lifestyle. Erotic stories I have read. Porn that I've indulged in. Insightful comments by a few articulate people I've been around that have lead me to recognize how close to the surface my river runs.
So many vanilla aspects also contribute to my writing. Pieces that most will likely never see - or even if they do will never truly understand - go into the intricate mixture that spawns my writing.
No ONE person is solely responsible for inspiring me. That would be impossible, as no one truly understands and experiences all that I am. The fantasies that I write don't have a face attached to them...they simply can't, as I've yet to meet anyone that has, can, or will give me ALL that I need and crave. What can I say...I'm a picky, demanding, complicated bitch.
Yes...some posts may occasionally reflect a personal experience. But will you be able to distinguish between what is real and what is fantasy? Honestly, I'm not sure I care if you can. *shrug*
Stop questioning...just enjoy the ride. Okay?
~Kat
My writings here are a complicated mixture of all that I am. All that I have been. And all that I wish or endeavor to be.
Of course there is my demanding and sometimes seemingly inexhaustible sexuality. My vivid imagination. My dark fantasies. Oh and let's not forget my unquenchable thirst for knowledge and my impatient curiosity. There's also my constant effort to play with the puzzle that is me. And yes, my previous and current lovers. Scenes that I've experienced and enjoyed or want to expand upon. Conversations I've had with those in the lifestyle. Erotic stories I have read. Porn that I've indulged in. Insightful comments by a few articulate people I've been around that have lead me to recognize how close to the surface my river runs.
So many vanilla aspects also contribute to my writing. Pieces that most will likely never see - or even if they do will never truly understand - go into the intricate mixture that spawns my writing.
No ONE person is solely responsible for inspiring me. That would be impossible, as no one truly understands and experiences all that I am. The fantasies that I write don't have a face attached to them...they simply can't, as I've yet to meet anyone that has, can, or will give me ALL that I need and crave. What can I say...I'm a picky, demanding, complicated bitch.
Yes...some posts may occasionally reflect a personal experience. But will you be able to distinguish between what is real and what is fantasy? Honestly, I'm not sure I care if you can. *shrug*
Stop questioning...just enjoy the ride. Okay?
~Kat
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Ultimate Surrender
Total submission.
My ultimate surrender.
My complete faith.
My utter trust.
In you.
Your demand.
My gift.
To give everything you desire.
To take anything you share.
To admit your dominance over me.
To relinquish my control to your will.
Naked.
On my knees.
My hot, wet mouth taking your dick.
Deep.
Choke.
Gag.
More.
Take more.
Your cock.
Your balls.
Dripping with my saliva.
More.
Take more.
My hair in your fist.
Pull.
Control.
Guide.
Demand.
A slap to my face.
My tongue slipping and sliding.
Across your head.
Down your shaft.
Against your balls.
Fuck.
My.
Mouth.
More.
Take more.
Again.
Make me.
Your sexy bitch.
Your nasty slut.
Your dirty whore.
Take what you want.
Of me.
Of my body.
Of my mind.
Of my soul.
Bent over your knees.
Your hand firmly landing on my ass.
Again and again.
Yes.
Please.
The hot, wet waterfall of my orgasm.
Another slap.
Another.
Your fingers pushing into my dripping cunt.
I pour my pleasure over your hand.
Yes.
Take.
Anything.
You spread my cheeks.
Yes.
Please.
A tease.
A caress.
My unrestrained groan as you sink a finger in my ass.
Take me.
Yes. Please.
Take.
Me.
I cum.
Again and again.
Unable to hold anything back.
I am yours to please.
On my hands and knees.
Your dick at my cunt.
Teasing.
I beg.
Your fist in my hair.
You bury your dick in me.
You take.
What is yours.
The pounding.
The demand.
My surrender.
I cum.
I submit.
I give.
You pull back.
Shift.
Oh yes.
Oh god.
Oh please, please, please.
Take me.
My ultimate surrender.
My complete faith.
My utter trust.
In you.
Your demand.
My gift.
To give everything you desire.
To take anything you share.
To admit your dominance over me.
To relinquish my control to your will.
Naked.
On my knees.
My hot, wet mouth taking your dick.
Deep.
Choke.
Gag.
More.
Take more.
Your cock.
Your balls.
Dripping with my saliva.
More.
Take more.
My hair in your fist.
Pull.
Control.
Guide.
Demand.
A slap to my face.
My tongue slipping and sliding.
Across your head.
Down your shaft.
Against your balls.
Fuck.
My.
Mouth.
More.
Take more.
Again.
Make me.
Your sexy bitch.
Your nasty slut.
Your dirty whore.
Take what you want.
Of me.
Of my body.
Of my mind.
Of my soul.
Bent over your knees.
Your hand firmly landing on my ass.
Again and again.
Yes.
Please.
The hot, wet waterfall of my orgasm.
Another slap.
Another.
Your fingers pushing into my dripping cunt.
I pour my pleasure over your hand.
Yes.
Take.
Anything.
You spread my cheeks.
Yes.
Please.
A tease.
A caress.
My unrestrained groan as you sink a finger in my ass.
Take me.
Yes. Please.
Take.
Me.
I cum.
Again and again.
Unable to hold anything back.
I am yours to please.
On my hands and knees.
Your dick at my cunt.
Teasing.
I beg.
Your fist in my hair.
You bury your dick in me.
You take.
What is yours.
The pounding.
The demand.
My surrender.
I cum.
I submit.
I give.
You pull back.
Shift.
Oh yes.
Oh god.
Oh please, please, please.
Take me.
Make me.
Your sexy bitch.
Your nasty slut.
Your dirty whore.
Take what you want.
Of me.
Of my body.
Of my mind.
Of my soul.
Take.
What is yours.
The head of your dick spreads my asshole.
Hot.
So fucking hot.
Tight.
Let me grip you.
Your demand.
Further and further.
I push back harder.
More.
I want all of you.
Buried.
Nuts deep.
In me.
Your bitch.
Your slut.
Your whore.
My ass yours.
For the taking.
Take.
Take more.
Take everything.
Hard.
Rough.
More.
Hard.
Yes.
Rougher.
Yes.
I surrender.
I submit.
I cum.
I can't stop cumming.
Your hot cream fills me.
And I am lost.
I am found.
I am everything.
And nothing.
I am simply yours.
~Kat
My submission is never freely given. It must be earned. But total submission? A complete surrender of all my guards? Unequivocal trust? I don't know that it's possible for me. That would have to be not just earned, but won. Demanded. Taken. Deserved.
Complete submission is not simply in actions. It's not only an incredible intellectual mind fuck. It's also unrestrained emotional trust and freedom.
And there explains why I see it only as a fantasy. A fairytale. A myth. A dream that lulls me to sleep and haunts me in the day.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
The Difference
I've had sex hundreds of times. Yet I've only truly fucked maybe a handful of lovers. Yes, there is a difference. At least for me.
Sex...purely physical. Little if any intellectual or emotional connection. Limited trust. The typical vanilla playbook is the only option on the table. I've had good sex, bad sex, horrible sex, and great sex. But the high of sex is short-lived and temporary. It's not enough for me.
A fuck is much more raw and intense. Boundaries and inhibitions drop as my partner and I have established some level of trust between us. The passion amped up whether through an intellectual or emotional connection. Less restraint. It's fire. Elemental. A battle. A dance. This is where all the kinky shit can be indulged in and explored. Yum. Yum.
I find much more satisfaction in a fuck. I'm not sure I've had a bad fuck since usually we have to get past a certain point to get to this level of play. I've had a great fuck or two or three...but I know I have only begun to climb the peak.
And finally...yes, I have made love. Once upon a time when I could feel that depth of emotion, when I could give my heart and soul along with my body. I don't believe I'm capable of sharing myself so completely now. I can't imagine being able to drop every emotional guard I have to open up the inner most part of me. Pure emotions lead the way and guide the physical and the intellect. The strength of them - of loving and being in love with each other - driving the intensity. Making love is one of the most beautiful and profound acts a couple can experience.
But I'm a bit of cynical bitch now, and I don't focus on chasing fairy tales. The greedy whore that I am concentrates efforts in areas she can influence and/or control. Though part of me does wonder if it's possible to fuck and make love at the same time. Because someday...maybe if I'm really, really lucky...LOL
But that's just how I see things...
~A Kat Playing with the Puzzle in her Mind
Sex...purely physical. Little if any intellectual or emotional connection. Limited trust. The typical vanilla playbook is the only option on the table. I've had good sex, bad sex, horrible sex, and great sex. But the high of sex is short-lived and temporary. It's not enough for me.
A fuck is much more raw and intense. Boundaries and inhibitions drop as my partner and I have established some level of trust between us. The passion amped up whether through an intellectual or emotional connection. Less restraint. It's fire. Elemental. A battle. A dance. This is where all the kinky shit can be indulged in and explored. Yum. Yum.
I find much more satisfaction in a fuck. I'm not sure I've had a bad fuck since usually we have to get past a certain point to get to this level of play. I've had a great fuck or two or three...but I know I have only begun to climb the peak.
And finally...yes, I have made love. Once upon a time when I could feel that depth of emotion, when I could give my heart and soul along with my body. I don't believe I'm capable of sharing myself so completely now. I can't imagine being able to drop every emotional guard I have to open up the inner most part of me. Pure emotions lead the way and guide the physical and the intellect. The strength of them - of loving and being in love with each other - driving the intensity. Making love is one of the most beautiful and profound acts a couple can experience.
But I'm a bit of cynical bitch now, and I don't focus on chasing fairy tales. The greedy whore that I am concentrates efforts in areas she can influence and/or control. Though part of me does wonder if it's possible to fuck and make love at the same time. Because someday...maybe if I'm really, really lucky...LOL
But that's just how I see things...
~A Kat Playing with the Puzzle in her Mind
Watch
Excuse me please.
Could I possibly trouble you for a small favor?
Just a little bit of help really.
You see.
I have this need.
Desire.
I can't seem to help myself.
Watch.
As I lean back.
My legs spread slowly.
As my hands trail up my inner thighs.
Black heels wide apart.
My skirt rises further and further up.
Black stockings.
Creamy warm thighs.
Do you like what you see?
That smooth soft skin.
Sweet, wet, begging.
The smell of my desire.
Watch.
My finger slips across my slit.
Through my dripping folds.
Again.
I bring my finger to my lips and suck.
Delicious.
Addicting.
Would you like a taste?
I need more.
A stroke to my clit.
I need more.
I push two fingers inside me.
Deep.
Hard.
Demanding.
Watch.
My back arches.
My fingers pump.
My legs tremble.
I pant.
I moan.
I whimper.
Yes.
Oh yes.
Watch me.
My fingers demand.
My breath catches.
My thighs brace.
Watch.
The waterfall.
See my juices flow.
Pour from my cunt.
Would you like to touch?
Or would you like to watch me again?
~A Naughty Lil Kitten
Could I possibly trouble you for a small favor?
Just a little bit of help really.
You see.
I have this need.
Desire.
I can't seem to help myself.
Watch.
As I lean back.
My legs spread slowly.
As my hands trail up my inner thighs.
Black heels wide apart.
My skirt rises further and further up.
Black stockings.
Creamy warm thighs.
Do you like what you see?
That smooth soft skin.
Sweet, wet, begging.
The smell of my desire.
Watch.
My finger slips across my slit.
Through my dripping folds.
Again.
I bring my finger to my lips and suck.
Delicious.
Addicting.
Would you like a taste?
I need more.
A stroke to my clit.
I need more.
I push two fingers inside me.
Deep.
Hard.
Demanding.
Watch.
My back arches.
My fingers pump.
My legs tremble.
I pant.
I moan.
I whimper.
Yes.
Oh yes.
Watch me.
My fingers demand.
My breath catches.
My thighs brace.
Watch.
The waterfall.
See my juices flow.
Pour from my cunt.
Would you like to touch?
Or would you like to watch me again?
~A Naughty Lil Kitten
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