Secret Confessions of a Smart Girl

_{(Part III, Part II, Part I)}

I find that sex is improved by being tied up and blindfolded, but I suspect that the way he fucked me would have been mind-blowing regardless.

It was just so thorough.

He moved and shifted inside me to see what would elicit the most profound reaction until I came just from the penetration. Then he grabbed my hips, found his angle, and fucked me until he claimed his own release.

I would have been happy to stop there, with him lying spent on top of me, but when he pulled out I whimpered and he laughed.

“Not done yet, are you? I was so looking forward to filling you with my toys.”

“I’m not sure…” I responded, hesitantly.

He leaned over me, fisted his hands in my hair, and whispered into my ear, “Just think about it. Think about them violating you. Imagine how it will feel when your fantasy comes true. Tentacles raping every one of your holes. Think about how horrible it’s going to be.” He paused as I moved underneath him and grabbed my hair harder to growl, “Think about how much you’re going to like it.”

“Now,” he continued, “I can stop right now and you can spend the rest of your life wondering what you missed, or you can let the monsters in. You can experience everything that makes you so wet when you sit at home reading stories on your computer: tentacles lashing your breasts, fucking your throat, your cunt, and your ass; being nothing more than a vehicle for some thing’s pleasure.  You can feel what it’s like to be not even a toy for a human, but a victim of the other…. or you can go home.  Do you want me to violate you? Is that what you want?”

I nodded.

“Out loud. You tell me out loud. Do you want me to use you or do you want me to stop.”

I shook my head and muttered incomprehensibly for a few minutes until I could force the words out. “Don’t stop.”

“What was that?”

“Please. I want it,” my voice was more certain. “Don’t stop.”

“Very well.” He stepped away from the bed, and I heard him rummaging through a drawer. When he came back he threw the tails of a whip across my breasts and I gasped.

“Yes?” he asked.

I nodded.

“Good,” he said, and proceeded to beat my breasts. He never hit hard enough to cause damage, but after a few minutes with the whip, even the slightest touch against my skin made me quiver. Then, when my breasts felt warm all over, I felt him pinch the skin and place the first clothespin.

“All those tentacle monsters in the films use their suckers on women’s breasts to cover them with welts and marks. I don’t have suckers. I do have these.” As he talked he continued pinching and clamping and pinching and clamping until my breasts were covered with clothespins with an additional one on each nipple.

When he could find no more skin that was loose enough for his clamps, he ran his hands over them to make me move and then stepped back. “Do you have any thing you want to say to me before I continue?”

I shook my head.

“Then open wide,” he said, and introduced the first of the snakes into my mouth.

It was firm and long, and I sucked it like it was the cock I wished it was, as he advanced it towards my throat. He pushed in further and further until I gagged, and then drew back just enough to let me breathe.

Pausing just long enough to play with the clothespins and reawaken the pain they were causing, he moved down between my legs and the next thing I felt was something hard and wet pressing against my ass.

I reflectively clenched my muscles, and he slapped my thigh and said “Don’t make this harder on yourself. I will get all of these inside you… Whether you like it or not.”

As I forced myself to relax, he slowly worked the snake into my ass. It felt like it went frighteningly deep inside me, and it seemed to squirm as he pushed it in until he reached a place that seemed to satisfy him and stopped.

“You should see yourself right now,” he said, playing with the two tentacles that impaled me, one from each end, and making them twist inside me “All open and wanton. Just a slut full of holes to be filled.”

I moaned again around the snake in my mouth. The sensations were incredible, and I couldn’t wait to feel what he would do next.

“You’re so wet right now, little whore. You’re dripping on my bed,” he took his hands off the snakes and grabbed the front of my pubis in his fist, grinding his palm against my clit to make me move. “You want more, don’t you. You want that final penetration.” He squeezed harder. “Well you’re going to get more than you bargained for.”

I felt something at the entrance to my cunt, and it was another snake, working its way inside. It was hard, and as he moved it in and out, I could feel it rubbing up against the snake that was already in my ass. I flinched as the head pushed up against my cervix and he stopped and backed away.

A moment later, I heard the whine of a motor starting and then all three snakes began to move in sinuous circling motions inside of me. They didn’t go deeper, they just twisteded inside me and made me writhe around them.

“Oh, that’s beautiful,” he said from somewhere near the bed. “I could watch that for hours. I love thinking about what they’re doing inside you… making you gag, rubbing you raw.” He put a cold metal object  in my right hand, “When it’s too much for you, ring that bell to make it stop. If you can hold out long enough for the sight of you being violated by my mechanical beast to make me ready again, I’ll fuck you one more time before you leave. If you can’t… when you ring that bell you can get up and go.”

The sensations were amazing, at first. The feeling of being fucked, and used, so mercilessly was overwhelming. But over time, I had no idea how much time, overwhelming started to become a literal truth. I wanted to hold out as long as I could. I tried. I let the snakes in my ass, my mouth, and my cunt fuck me raw, taking me from pleasure to pain until I just couldn’t stand it any longer.

Then I rang the bell.

The motor stopped.

One by one he removed the clothespins, and the pain from the blood returning to the long abandoned skin made me whimper and clench around the alien invaders that still filled me beyond all expectation.

The first snake was removed from my mouth and I swallowed and gasped for air.

The second snake was worked slowly from my ass and I shuddered around the sudden emptiness.

The final snake he pulled quickly from my cunt, and I gave in and screamed.

“Good girl,” he said, stroking his hands gently across my skin. “Very good girl. I had a very good time watching you submit to your own violation, and I am quite happy to say that you lasted long enough that you can have your reward.”

I whimpered as he slipped his well lubed cock back inside me and began to fuck me gently. Still, despite his care, every movement caused equal parts arousal and pain.

I started crying as he fucked me, and he asked me if I wanted him to stop.

“No,” I said, “Please. Hurt me with your cock. Fuck me how you want to.  Please.  Come inside me again. Use me for your pleasure. Take advantage of my pain.”

“Oh yes,” he said, and continued to move, thrusting deeper on each stroke. Every time he pushed inside me I whimpered harder until finally he came.

When he pulled out, I was shaking, and he untied each of my limbs and snuggled me close into his chest. “Are you okay?”

I nodded.

“Do you need anything?” he asked, drawing me closer.

I shook my head.

“Do you want to talk?”

I shook my head again, and we lay their dozing for a time, his arms wrapped gently around me, until we could regain our footing.

Eventually I found my voice again. “Wow.” I said quietly.

“Hey! You’re back.” I could feel him smiling into my my hair.

“Yeah.” I blushed, but I didn’t think he could see me.

“That was incredible,” he said into my ear. “You’re really, really hot.”

I rolled over to look him in the eyes, “You’re not so bad yourself.” I blushed again, “I… um… I…. Wow.” I buried my head in his chest.

“It was definitely an afternoon to remember,” he concluded and then chucked under his breath, “…. so… do you think I could ask your name?”

—The End—

_{(Part II, Part I… astute readers may notice that I take breaks in order to avoid having to write awkward transitions.)}

I was not terribly surprised to find myself spending the afternoon tied up, spreadeagled and naked, on an attractive strangers bed. I was; however, somewhat surprised when he started pulling out the snakes… plumbers snakes. Plumbers snakes that had been somehow dipped in flexible rubber and made into realistic, squirming, and horribly flesh-colored tentacles.

“GAH!” I made an incoherent noise of horror.

“I would like to point out that in our negotiation you only objected to tentacles that would make you pee yourself laughing”

“I’m not laughing.” In fact, had I had any ability to move, I probably would have been running across the room, but it seemed imprudent to mention that.

“I know.” He grinned evilly, “You’re not the only person in this bedroom who likes hentai.”

I closed my eyes, and muttered, “Oh man. I am so screwed.”

He put a blindfold over them and replied, “Not yet… but you will be.”

“Um,” I asked quickly, “You do know how to use those things safely, right?”

I felt him settle on the bed next to me, “Don’t worry. I won’t hurt you or damage you unintentionally. I know what I’m doing. Well, that is, don’t worry TOO much…” he paused to stroke his fingers between my legs and then brought his hand up to touch the wetness to my lips, “you seem to be enjoying a little bit of fear.”

“Now,” he continued, and I heard the sounds of his clothing being removed and falling to the floor “I’ve found it works best if I fuck you first, before I let my little alien friends loose inside you. Then, if you’re very good, I can get all worked up watching you writhe under their invasion and fuck you again once you’re already battered and sore from their probing.”

Just thinking about it was making me squirm and moan on the bed, and when he straddled me and grabbed me again, his hands around my throat, I gasped.

“You want me to do that, don’t you, you little slut?”

The words made me buck again, he slapped me across my face, and I gasped.

“You want me to fuck you and then fill your holes with snakes until you scream for me to stop and then you want me to fuck you again?”

“Yes, please, gods, yes.”

“Good,” he said, as he thrust himself inside me, “because so do I.”

To be continued…

(a continuation of the story started in this post)
“So,” I said as we walked through the pouring rain towards his apartment, “I assume you’re not actually a tentacle monster. I don’t think I’ve heard any reports of a recent alien invasion.”

“Ha!” he laughed. “No, all too human. For the full hentai experience I need assistance… or props. Fortunately I have them.”

“Assistants or props?”

“Props,” he paused. “Assistants? How kinky are you?”

“Try me.”

“That does seem to be the plan… still… Bondage?”

“Yes please.”

“Pain?”

“Unquestionably.”

“Sex?”

“With latex. Even for oral. Nonnegotiable.”

“Well that’s reassuring, I agree completely. Tentacles?”

“If you can come up with tentacles that won’t make me pee myself laughing (which is a hard limit - if it comes from the digestive tract I don’t want it on me)… I will be fascinated to experience them.”

“Oh good. A challenge for me,” he laughed and pulled out his keys to let me into his building, “I’ll look forward to it.”

We climbed the stairs to his top floor apartment and he paused as he unlocked the door, “I was thinking…”

“Yes?” I asked.

“You’re soaking wet. I think you should leave your clothes out here.”

I looked around and realized that no other apartments shared the landing, “It does seem the only sensible thing to do.”

As he watched, leaning against the open door to his apartment, his guitars already placed inside, I kicked off my shoes and placed them next to the door, pulled off my wet dress and hung it over my banister, and stood in the hallway in nothing but my bra and a small pink pair of underwear. I moved to step inside.

He put his hand up to stop me. “All of it,” he stated firmly.

A thrill went through me. “All of it then,” I replied, and stripped out of my last two garments. I wasn’t just wet from the rain.

His eyes grew dark and heated as they roamed across my body. Standing there naked in the hallway, I felt my senses stir under his gaze. I tried not to fidget under the weight of his attention, but eventually I dropped my gaze and blushed.

I could hear the smile in his voice as he said, “Now,I think it’s time for you to come in,” stood back, and motioned me through the door.

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_{The sex is coming. Really. I swear! I just believe in the power of antici…. wait for it… pation.}

fucking my girlfriend. Apparently every time I have the opportunity to do so I end up grinning like the cat who swallowed the canary. What can I say? I love having my fingers inside her. It brings me joy. She’s really painfully yummy, AND she has an amazing capacity for evil. Beautiful, smart, sadistic, ridiculous blondes for the win!

Which brings me to the real purpose of this post. Can anyone recommend a thigh harness that they particularly like? The toy company that I normally review for doesn’t have any, so I turn to all of you for suggestions. She and I need to do some experimenting… for science!

Lately what I’ve been in the mood for most often, when I’ve been in the mood, is hot, degrading sex. Desperate sex. Violent sex. Slap my face and make me scream sex. Hold me down and let me fight sex. Hurt me, and humiliate me; come on me and call me a dirty whore sex. The kind of sex where I want to plead and cry, “No! Stop.” The kind of sex where I mean it and don’t want my partner to care. The kind of sex that safewords were invented for.

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I met him in a bar. I don’t meet men in bars. Hell, the vast majority of the time I don’t even drink alcohol. I was in the bar because it was dry and the world outside the windows was pouring water, sheets and buckets of it, all over my city.

Sudden storm. Flash Flood. Whatever you want to call it, I wasn’t prepared. I was soaked to the skin, dripping like a wet dog, and happy to have found this bar with its anachronistic fireplace burning strong in the middle of the day. I sat, huddled up on the hearth, dress clinging to my skin from shoulders to mid thighs, legs naked and feet bare where I had peeled off my sodden tights, drinking tea and reading my equally soggy book, when he approached.

“I like your bag.” he said.

I closed my eyes for a moment and prepared myself to fend off another loser. My “hentai inside” bag amuses the crap out of me, but it does tend to get me some unfortunate attention. I looked up expecting to see some slimy guy twice my age leering down at my boobs and saw…

Yum. A Dean Cain look alike holding two guitar cases and just as soaking wet as I was. His hair was all sodden curls and his shirt was plastered to what appeared to be an extremely nice chest.

“Thanks,” I responded smiling, “the various types of attention I get by carrying it amuse me to no end. Would you like to join me?”

“I would, thanks.” He put his guitar cases down, went over to the bar to get a glass of whiskey, and came back to sit on the hearth beside me.

As he sat, I started to move my feet to the floor to give him more room to sit, but he took my ankles in his hand and drew my legs out across his lap while watching my eyes to see if I’d protest.

“So,” he said, leaving one hand on my knee and picking up his drink with the other, “where did you get the bag?”

“A friend of mine works at a comic book store. When she saw it in the catalog, apparently it made her think of me and she gave it to me for my birthday.”

“What is it exactly about you that makes your friends think that you’d want to advertise an interest in tentacle sex?”

I looked him over again - handsome, a musician, polite - thought that he might not be the worst person to spend an afternoon with, moved his hand up so that it rested on my inner thigh, and answered, “experience.”

“Really?” his voice was deep and even, although his fingers clenched briefly on my thigh before relaxing to stroke my skin with his thumb. He continued to watch my face, “So what is it about tentacle porn that interests you so much… The aliens?”

“No.”

“The animation?”

“No.”

“The thought of being penetrated in every hole viciously and simultaneously while some monster uses you solely as a vehicle for his pleasure.”

My eyes flashed, “Something like that, yes.”

“So if I were to tell you to pack your bag, put on your shoes, and follow me home, you’d be…”

I folded the corner of the page in my book, “… starting to do so already.”

“Oh, good.”

To be continued…
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I know have been a slacker sex blogger lately. Ironically, between the guy I’m seeing locally, my out-of-town girlfriend, and her hottie husband, I’ve actually been having a lot more sex… I just haven’t had the time or energy to write about it. Oh, and for the record:

1. I do have a hentai inside bag, but the propositions I get while holding it are never actually interesting.

2. I recently met just such a guitar playing Dean Cain look alike, but I was in such a rush to catch my bus I didn’t actually manage to hit on him. My priorities are totally fucked. Still, I did learn where he plays… Yum.