Google and Sex Blogs

I ran across this interesting article about Sex Blogs disappearing from Google searches at boingboing.net. Check it out.

The article features commentary from Violet Blue and tangentially, her article about unsafe sex products.

Has anyone else noticed a change in their results in Google searches?

Just wondering.

ETA: Danny Sullivan at Search Engine Land has some great information on this in his post Of Disappearing Sex Blogs & Google Updates.

(Almost) Six Weird Things

You know, lately I've been pretty scarce around here. If I were writing about my personal life, there'd be plenty here, but I'm not and there isn't. Suffice to say there are the beginnings of several new stories which I can hope will one day draw to a climax (snicker), but I'm not going to pressure myself.

Al Sensu over at Hard & Fast (and erotischism) tagged me with this one. Two weeks ago. Yes, I know. So without further ado, six weird things about me.

1. I hate to touch newspaper. I hate the way it feels. I hate the ink rubbing off. Hate the smell. Hate it. If my husband didn't pick up the freebie-papers that hit our driveway every week (and if they weren't in plastic bags), there'd just be a big mushy pile of soggy newspaper in my driveway. Very endearing to the neighbors, don't you think?

2. I can't sleep naked. I've never been able to. And I'm not talking about a gown here. I want something between my legs. (Go ahead, it's okay.) PJ pants. A t-shirt is fine as long as there are pants. Even in the summer.

3. I am a Disney freak. I love all things Disney. By my cipherin' I figure I've spent over 100 days in Disney Parks. I can spot a hidden Mickey in everyday objects and I know where to find PUSH. I'm excited just thinking about it.

4. Even numbers are good. Odd numbers are bad. Want to watch me get really frustrated? Take an odd number of eggs out of the carton and hand it to me.

5. I hate the circus. It's creepy and stressful.

6. Well, sadly after an hour of noodling on this, I can't come up with a 6th thing. Not that it doesn't exist, mind you. It's just not coming.

So there you have it. I'm not tagging anyone because I am obviously the last person on the interweb to have done this.

Happy holidays everyone.

Addicted

To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny.


“You’re an addict.”

The words rolled calmly off his tongue. His eyes glistened. He was gauging my reaction. Wasn’t he?

“Your addictive behavior is counterproductive to the situation you say you want to achieve.”

Is he calling me out? Is he joking? His eyes gave nothing away.

Our relationship was still new. We were still finding the boundaries and give-and-take of a dominant and submissive relationship. It was a delicate journey across a tightwire and I tried not to look down as I proceeded slowly. I wanted to run. But I walked, placing each step deliberately. Logic governing emotion at each cautious step.

I took a sip of water because my mouth had gone dry.

“What do you mean?” I asked him, trying to mirror his tone.

“You say you want to serve me, yet your actions show you want to serve yourself.”

I blinked as my mind reeled, trying to see where this was going.

“I’m talking about your time. It’s like currency and you choose how to spend it. You choose trivialities rather than choosing to serve me.”

“Trivialities?” I thought to myself that I hadn’t played Trivial Pursuit in ages, but then pulled myself back to the here and now.

“You are addicted to this blog nonsense.”

I felt the heat grow in my cheeks.

“I’m not!”

As soon as the words left my lips, I regretted my tone.

“Oh, aren’t you?”

“No Sir.”

An attempted save that I hoped hadn’t swerved too far across the fine line. The honorific, up until that point, had only been used when he was spanking or whipping or caning or fucking me.

“Then show me. Stay away from that world for three weeks.”

Is it 21 days to make a new habit? Isn’t that what they say?

I blinked, looking into his eyes.

“Yes Sir.”

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The next days seemed to drag on as I felt the aimlessness of my wandering. I started to wonder if maybe he was right. I challenged myself, not knowing if I could or would really do it. I wondered if he was being so blatant as to test me. I wouldn’t lose. He had become my adversary and I simply wouldn’t let him win.

At least not for 12 days. I was yearning to know what I’d been missing. A quick peek wouldn’t hurt. Right? A delicious sense of anticipation bubbled up inside me as I quickly skimmed. A fun crossword puzzle, the Sex Blogger Funnies, something new called Blog World. I know that you know… damn, that’s hot. The beach in Hawaii.

I even started to answer comments that kind, caring folks left on my now-silent blog. Privately, of course. I knew he would be checking. I made excuses. I told them I’d be back.

Day 15 arrived with an unexpected visit. He’d had plans to be out of town, but the meeting was cancelled and here he was on my sofa. I sat at his feet. He played with my hair as we watched a movie we’d both seen.

There was an undercurrent here. Just under the surface, but filling up the space around us.

“Bring me your laptop.”

Feeling guilty, I went to get it. Resentment quickly battled its way into my mind. Why has he made me choose? I knew exactly what would happen. He’d turn it on, then look at my browser’s history. It would all be there. Breadcrumbs leading the way.

I took my place at his feet again and waited an eternity.

“You are an addict. I knew you wouldn’t last. I knew you’d fail.”

I felt cold and steel-like as the feelings I’d started – tried – to develop for him retracted like a red carpet being rolled up. Logic, who had been my friend off and on throughout the past few weeks cried out loudly now. “Nip this right now!”

Clarity.

I stood up. I didn’t belong at his feet. And as the words rose inside me, they bypassed the decision-making part of my brain and headed straight for my lips. The decision-making part of my brain just stood there and waved at the words as they went by, encouraging them.

“I may be an addict, but you’re a dick.”

It wasn’t spiteful or hurtful. It was just the truth. The truth just sounds different.

He left then, without speaking another word.

I made myself a cup of hot chocolate and, feeling giddy again, sat down with my laptop to catch up.

Happy Delurk Day!

And welcome to you all!

My friend Bonnie over at My Bottom Smarts had a great idea to invite the lurkers out there (you know who you are) to say hello. Post a comment. Leave some words of greeting. Introduce yourself. No commitments, no names (unless you just want to). If you've ever thought about commenting, but haven't, today's your day.

You are among like-minded folks here, so don't be shy. Your thoughts will be greatly appreciated.

So I'll start things off. Hi, I'm bella. I'm a scorpio. I like tacos and '71 cabernet. My favorite color is magenta.

Where in the hell am I?

Well, it's Halloween. I love Halloween. I'm not thrilled to say that real life has been sucking the life out of me lately. And I had such a big ending planned for My Trick Your Treat. Right... maybe I can work it into a Thanksgiving or Christmas story. Maybe Arbor Day. I at least have candy for the little darlings and will greet them merrily tonight. No jack-o-lantern this year. No time.

So as I reflect on October and look forward to November, I anticipate a month with far less drama, less pain and more time to do things I want to do. That's my goal anyway.

Speaking of drama, have you seen this? More power to you, ladies.

Snack Cart

• Part 1
• Part 2

Sugasm #51... Lips Like Sugar

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Lust Life: Polyamory

I ran across this article from the New York Press on Polyamory over at Stiletto Diaries.

Two good quotes:

"...not only is it more acceptable to cheat, it’s more acceptable to be gay than for a straight guy to have a wife and a girlfriend."

"You have to be willing to confront your fears and become a master of communication. 'It’s not just about multiple booty calls and doing whatever you want. It’s about agreements you make with your partners, honoring those agreements and having integrity in relationships."'

Overdue

This was featured over at A Spanking Good Time in Tiggr's Fantasy Friday contest. I am thrilled and honored that Tiggr included this story.

My husband and I had moved to the neighborhood about 6 months ago and I joined the local tennis club. I discovered that the woman who lived across the street from us also played, and we became fast friends. I didn’t really know anyone in the area, so I easily slid into her circle of friends and joined in on lunches, trips to the mall and most recently, girls’ poker night.

We each took turns hosting poker night and they were a lot of fun. Wine flowed freely and conversation took on a “less polite and proper” tone. One night recently when we were all talking about our days, one of the girls mentioned having taken her car in for service. There was a collective sharp inhalation of breath that followed and I think someone kicked someone under the table. Furtive glances flew around the table.

I tried to keep a straight face and pretend I hadn’t noticed anything out of the ordinary.

A few days later, my neighbor stopped in on her way to run errands. “Look, I know you noticed the awkwardness at the poker table the other night. I’ve talked with the girls and we’ve decided that we want to share something with you.”

I listened with curiosity wondering what could possibly be secretive about an oil change.

“We all go to the same place for our car maintenance. It’s a bit unusual because it’s a place for women only and it’s based on referrals only. We’ve given them your name and a referral so you can take your car in when you need to. They work by appointment, so call first.”

She handed me a slip of paper with a name, address and phone number. I looked at it and didn’t know whether to be amused or baffled. I’d never made an appointment for an oil change before.

Of course my car was overdue for servicing. The move had been stressful and the car fell low on the priority list for me. I took this as a sign that I needed to get this off my To Do list, so I called to schedule an appointment. The woman who answered asked for my name and for the name of the person who referred me. Then she put me on hold. When she came back to the line, she confirmed a time and told me about their packages.

“We have two packages you can choose from. One is a 6-month package which would include your initial visit and two subsequent visits. The other is a 12-month package. We can give you pricing information when you come in.”

I wrote down the time and date and wondered if I was signing up for a gym membership or getting my car serviced.

When the time finally arrived, I left tennis practice and drove to the address I’d been given. I pulled into a warehouse looking building with several bays toward one end. There was no sign for the business – only their street number painted on the building by the door. I pulled in front of one of the bays and turned the motor off. As I got out of the car, the bay door began to rise and a dreamy-looking muscular guy walked out. He called me by name and took my keys from me. He nodded toward the door and told me to they were expecting me.

“Well, duh!” I thought. “You made me make an appointment!”

I walked into the building and was greeted by the same woman I’d talked to on the phone. She, too, greeted me by name and led me to a table where we both sat down.

“We’re a multi-service facility here and we know your time is valuable. Our aim is to help women not only keep their vehicles safe, but to offer other services as needed while your car is being serviced. We help you become more efficient and organized. We help you keep your priorities. We never want to see you stranded on the side of the road with your hood open.”

She smiled at me and I felt like I still wasn’t getting it. As I was about to ask her what she meant by “other services,” the door opened and dreamy-looking muscular guy came in looking a little disgusted. He held the plastic clingy thing he’d removed from my windshield and waved it around.

“927 miles overdue for an oil change,” he told smiling girl.

I looked from him to her and saw the expression on her face grown solemn.

“Oh my.”

She looked at me like I’d committed a huge faux pas. Dreamy-looking muscular guy disappeared through the same door he’d entered.

She picked up some papers from the table and stood up.

“This way please.”

I grabbed my bag and followed her down a hallway and into a room that looked like a den. It had a sofa and chair and was surrounded by bookcases. I wouldn’t have been any more surprised to find a rhinoceros in the room. She motioned toward the sofa and told me someone would be with me shortly. She closed the door on her way out.

And shortly, it was opened again. The man was of average height and looked to be about 45. Everything about him was average. His looks, his clothing… average. But something about him was not average.

He introduced himself and I recognized his name as the one I’d been given on the slip of paper. He must be the owner. He sat in the chair, giving him the advantage of being able to look down at me on the sofa.

“It’s a good thing you came in when you did. Your oil is dangerously low. Do you understand what that means?”

Feeling a bit like I was an 8th-grader having been called to the principal’s office, I responded meekly.

“No.”

“You could have broken down on the side of the road. You could have done serious damage to the engine resulting in costly repairs. This is just not a good situation.”

I swallowed hard.

“But we will rectify the situation. And we will get your car back in tip-top shape, too.”

He stood up and offered me his hand. I was too stunned to do anything but take it and he pulled me up. He led me to the end of the sofa and very matter-of-factly said, “Please bend over the arm of the sofa.”

I looked at him in horror.

“What?”

He met my glare with business-like calm.

“Over the arm of the sofa please.”

He placed his hand lightly on my back and guided me downward. I was too shocked to resist. When I situated myself over the arm of the sofa with my ass feeling fully exposed, he spoke again.

“927 miles overdue. That amount would usually require a severe punishment, but since this is your first time with us, that wouldn’t be right. So today your punishment will be 9 spanks – 1 for each hundred miles, give or take.”

Before I could even respond, fire exploded on my ass. He’d pulled my tennis skirt up and was hitting my ass through a couple of layers of cloth. It was harsh and it burned in rapid succession 9 times. I cried out and echoes of my cries filled the room.

He offered me a hand and helped me up. As we stood there, he explained, “This is your motivation to be prompt with us. We take care of our customers and we expect you to take care of yourselves as well. We will see you again in 3000 miles.”

And with a polite smile, he left the room.

My Trick, Your Treat - Part 2

He looked around and found her perched lounging along the edge of the hot tub. She was a vision made from dreams. The latex started at her waist and encased her tightly down to her feet. The tail extended past her feet, making the illusion seem real. He started to walk toward her then, noticing more detail as he approached. Round, full breasts. Nipples and belly button adorned with matching rings. A single conch shell dangled playfully from a string tied around her neck. Her mask was of the minimal type and matched her fish body. He could tell, as he got closer, that the latex was not solid around her, but was open in the front and was held closed by buckles that extended the length of the costume. He wondered if the back looked the same. He noticed her little patch of pubic hair matched the mass of hair on her head. She dangled a finger lightly in the hot tub and watched him approach.

“Trick or Treat?” He felt slightly amused to speak the words.

“Your treat,” she replied.

He smiled then and nodded almost imperceptibly. He sat down beside her and gave her body another long look. His fingers first found their way to a nipple ring. He flicked it lightly back and forth then tugged gently on it, watching her eyes for a reaction. When he grabbed a fistful of her breast and squeezed, he got the reaction he wanted. He held on and when her moan became an open-mouthed gasp, he kissed her.

His hand left her breast and went to the back of her neck, pulling her deep into his kiss. When he released her and slowly pulled back, he saw a different look now… smoky, lustful. He worked his hand between the straps on her costume and in between her legs. She was wet. He moved along her wetness without entering her then removed his hand. He held it to her lips and she licked it clean.

He grabbed her other breast and squeezed it. Again she gasped and again he silenced her with a kiss. This time, he pushed her gently down and onto her back. His lips moved to her ear where he nibbled and gently sucked. She shuddered.

He moved onto her, on his knees straddling her and continued kissing and licking down her neck. She tasted faintly of salt.

He sat up and gazed down at her. “Some people say that eating the flesh of a mermaid will make them immortal.”

“Do they?”

“They do. And others say mermaids grant wishes.”

“And what do you believe?” she asked.

He smiled down at her with a gleam in his eye that was almost evil. In one seamless move, he drew his knee back over her and with his hands on her hips, pushed her, rolling her over. As she splashed into the hot tub, he noticed the back of her costume was indeed open and held together with buckles.

He watched her get her bearings and grab onto something to support herself while he started to unbutton his uniform. He was quickly naked and stepped into the hot tub leaving his hat on. He sat down on the edge and moved his knees apart, motioning her closer. When she was within reaching distance, he took her hand and pulled her closer. She kissed up his inner thigh as she was gently pulled between his knees.

He looked down at her, watching rivulets of water run down her neck and chest.

“I like the wishes version better.”

“And what is it you wish for?”

He replied in a voice that couldn’t have been more true to his character: “Well, blow me down, baby!”

They both laughed at the corniness of it and she pulled herself up to take his cock into her mouth. She took her time, dancing her tongue around the head and flicking it along the ridge teasingly. After a few minutes she saw his hands move to her head and noticed the anchors tattooed on his forearms. She knew what was coming. He grabbed her head and started to pump it up and down his length. He started off slowly but quickly changed the pace. He held her head hard against his pelvis with his head nudging her throat. He kept her there until she started to gag.

He pulled her head back, but not off of his cock. It was just long enough for her to catch her breath and he pumped her up and down again. He made her gag several more times, each time allowing her to catch her breath, but her mouth never left his cock.

He worked her lips quickly along the middle of his shaft and held her firmly in place as he exploded in her mouth. She moaned then and the vibration of the sound moved up his cock. He shuddered.

He released her head then and she looked up at him. He wanted to see her without the mask, but knew it was against the rules. Instead he pulled her in close and hugged her. She wrapped her arms around him too, and he leaned down to kiss her lips.

She giggled.

He smiled at her curiously. “What is it?”

“You taste like spinach.”

They both laughed and as he lifted her out of the hot tub, he said, “Now that’s just bad.”

She agreed, still laughing. He placed her back beside the hot tub.

As if on cue, two cell phones chimed a warning that their time was almost up. He dried himself off and got back into uniform.

When he was dressed, he knelt beside her and with his thumb wiped a droplet of water from her cheek, careful not to disturb the mask.

“Thank you for granting my wish.”

“You’re welcome. It’s your treat, right?”

Then it was her turn to grin devilishly. “You could have gone for the immortality.”

He laughed and kissed her lightly on the lips and as he stood, he took the corncob pipe from his pocket and perched it between his lips.

And in that perfect voice again, said “I yam what I yam and that’s all what I yam.”

She grinned and shook her head as he turned and left.

Polly and Marie

Elizabeth over at Polypositivity.net posted about a dramedy portraying the love lives of a polyamorous couple. It's called Polly and Marie.

Read Elizabeth's post here.

See the trailer.

I was thinking the plot description sounded somewhat contrived to me, but after watching the trailer, I'd definitely give this show a whirl.

My Trick, Your Treat - Part 1

He opened the door and tentatively walked into the hallway, turning to see the door pulled firmly shut behind him. It was his first time and he was a little nervous. He was excited, of course, but a little nervous at being new to the experience. He glanced at the display on his cell phone again and re-read the instructions there. He turned and began to walk down the hall, now seeing others joining him. He passed Captain Jack Sparrow. The pirate flashed a gold-toothed grin and winked as he ambled by. A redheaded nurse walked around the corner and he gazed lustily at her chest. They exchanged a knowing smile as they passed and he wondered what her room might be like. He hoped he found out.

He rounded the corner and saw Snow White knocking on the door of room 249. She smiled bashfully at him as she waited. He was hoping to catch a glimpse of her destination, but the door didn’t open until he’d walked past. As he approached the elevator, its doors opened with a ding and a garden gnome held the door open while Dorothy and her little dog, too, walked out. He noticed she was wearing ruby slippers and appreciated her attention to detail.

The garden gnome chuckled like a dirty old man as he followed Dorothy down the hall.

He entered the elevator and pressed the button. When he arrived at his destination, he exited the elevator and was a little surprised to see that he was alone. He walked down the hall, past the vending and ice machines. At the end of the hallway he spotted the fake palm tree. It was wrapped in white Christmas lights. He felt around in the moss covering the faux dirt in the pot and found the key card. He took a breath and inserted it into the lock. The little red light flashed.

He cursed under his breath, withdrew the card and turned it around. This time when he inserted it, the little light illuminated in a solid green. He pulled the key out, turned the handle and walked into the room. He knew everyone had their own unique setting, but he hadn’t expected this at all.

He found himself standing in front of the swimming pool.

Today's B is for...

Buried - I've been mired in the muck of real life lately and have missed the creative outlet of writing here in the blogosphere. Not to fear, though. I will be back.

Bewildered - Just when you are minding your own business and least expecting it, something happens that just blows your mind. It's been that kind of week for me.

Beat - Sleep is good.

Sugasm #48

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Pajama Party

Here's a little tidbit about Devil's pajama party. Lestat also shared some of his experiences from the start of evening.

My drink was empty and I really had to pee. So now that the coast was clear, I crawled out from under the desk and saw Karl Elvis mixing a fresh batch of drinks. Bless this man, the stoker of my fire. He mixed me another shot of fuel and telling him I’d be right back, I wandered off to find the bathroom. What was it, exactly, that made these drinks blue, yet taste like orange? There was enough of a distraction going on elsewhere in the room that I could slip away unnoticed. But could I look away from the distractions long enough to slip away?

I closed the door and flipped on the light. Decisions, decisions. I set my sights on the one on the right and headed that way. My heels click-clacked loudly on the tile floor. I slid my bottoms down and sat, sighing in relief, noticing how even this sounded funny in this vast room.

As I was standing and pulling my bottoms up, the door opened. I gasped at being caught in the act, so to speak. Karl walked in with another blue drink and closed the door behind him. The expression on his face was as if he walked in on a woman in the bathroom frequently. I felt heat rise on my face and didn’t have to look in the mirror to know my cheeks were flushed a bright red.

He put the drink down between the sinks and turned his back to it, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed in front of him. Our eyes met and as I walked toward him, I turned my foot and stumbled.

"Too much to drink or not used to wearing heels?" He asked.

"The tile is slippery." It sounded reasonable.

I paused as I neared him and wondered what Ms. Manners suggests in this particular scenario. I heard a squeal from the other room and shifted my gaze to the door and then back to him. He stood there, face expressionless and eyes animated, not saying a word.

I started to reach around him to grab the drink, suddenly needing it pretty badly. He grabbed my arm midway between my wrist and elbow.

"Have you washed your hands?"

My eyes widened. "Not yet."

"You weren’t going to touch that drink with dirty hands, were you, dirty girl?"

I glanced in the mirror and saw embarrassment send another wave of crimson over my cheeks.

"No."

"Then what were you reaching for?"

"Yes."

"Yes… That’s what I thought."

He turned and pulled me along to the sink.

"Wash your hands."

I could have crawled right under the vanity and died. But I washed my hands. I did it slowly and methodically, adjusting the water temperature and watching closely while I scrubbed vigorously. I was prolonging what was coming next. I looked up and saw him behind me now, close to the tub, but watching me.

I turned the water off and grabbed a fluffy blue towel. When my hands were dry, I reached for the glass.

"I don’t think so. Not without some correction first."

I swallowed hard, turned around, and looked up at him.

"Wha…?"

Before I could get the word out of my mouth, he was speaking again. "On your knees and bend over the tub. And lose the lingerie."

I stood there somewhat stunned.

His next words jolted me into action.

"Lose it your way or lose it mine."

I stepped out of the tap pants and lifted the cami over my head. He tossed a towel onto the floor and I knelt there, bending over the tub, like a good girl. The porcelain was cold and my nipples stiffened. I really needed that drink.

His hand lightly grazed my ass and I shivered. He rubbed a circle on one cheek then popped me hard. The heavy ring he wore felt like lightening every time he hit me, and they kept coming in rapid fire, moving from cheek to cheek. The echo was maddening. My moans escalated into a throaty cry and suddenly there was silence.

"Get up."

I pushed myself to my feet shakily and turned toward him, my eyes searching to see just what was going on. Was it an invitation? Was it a challenge? Did he know he’d made me dripping wet? But his eyes gave nothing away. He shifted his glance downward and behind me.

"Look."

He nodded toward the mirror and I looked over my shoulder to see my bright red ass. Just seeing it made it burn intensely and I shivered again. I looked back at him.

"Now you can have that drink…"

I stepped to the other side of the bathroom and picked it up. Our eyes met again in the mirror and I took a long sip while he continued.

"But your pretty blue lingerie stays in here."

He opened the door then and stood back while I walked through it.


Like Devil said, none of the characters in this story knew what I was up to here. It's fiction.

This is part of a multi-authored group of stories about the party. For more reading pleasure, see Devil's Pajama Party.

Weekend Plans

I'm going to a pajama party! You can read all about it at Devil's. And yes, red is my color of choice when it comes to thongs.

Tales From Under The Desk, Epilogue

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It’s been a few days since Operation Desk Job and looking back on it, I realize how hot it really was.

Steven returned to Eric’s office after he’d escorted me from the building and told him about his boss coming in. He said he was watching us on one monitor and almost missed his boss entering the building on another monitor. He described it as a "very close call," and apologized for the scare. I know Eric was relieved, but I think some of that stress he was feeling during that 10 minutes before Steven got back to him will reveal itself to my ass the next time we’re together.

Steven also dropped a videotape by Eric’s office later in the evening. He delivered it with a knowing grin and didn’t speak a word. Eric says he hasn’t watched it yet, but plans on having the debut the next time we are together. I’ve discovered that Steven has his own way of keeping things exciting, but the thought of us having been recorded makes me feel a little uneasy.

Jackie raved about the sex she and Steven had when he got home from work that night. She practically gushed about it. Steven apparently described the events he watched in detail and the spice this added was apparently quite hot. The specifics she repeated made me blush.

Eric told me that other than cleaning them up, I am not to touch either of the items in the pizza box until we are together again. I am to wear the same outfit I wore that night and I am not allowed to make myself cum until then. So while the desk part of the game is over, things are definitely still in play. I can only imagine what will come next.

Images are from The Stockroom.

Tales From Under The Desk, Part 13

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I heard the door close behind me and Steven led me down the hall.

“What are you doing? You’ve scared the shit out of him.”

He looked at me coolly. “It’s a security issue.”

I swallowed hard, not quite knowing what to think. Surely Steven wouldn’t have gone to this trouble if there was a chance of us getting caught. We’d talked about that at length. I’m a pretty good judge of people and he didn’t seem like the type to turn on me.

He led me back to the office where I’d stored my bag and I grabbed it out of the desk drawer. He said nothing else as we rode the elevator back to the ground floor. He walked me past the security desk and out the door.

Thoughts of security cameras and Eric losing his job and Steven getting in trouble crowded my mind.

When we got to my car, he reached took the visitor’s badge off my blouse. Finally he busted out in laughter. I was shocked and angry and on some level, amused to see him laugh so heartily.

“What the fuck is going on?!”

He finally stopped laughing at looked at me. “My boss was walking into the building and I needed to get you out of there and away from the security cameras quickly.”

“Why didn’t you just say that, Steven? Eric’s probably up there thinking he’s going to lose his job.”

“I know. Let me get back in there so I can put his mind at ease. Drive safe. Jackie will touch base so we can get together soon.”

All I could do was mumble a confused “thank you” as Steven kissed my cheek then turned and walked swiftly back into the building.

I put the pizza box on the seat next to me and drove home feeling somewhat nervous.

Sugasm #46 - It's Sweet!

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Tales From Under The Desk, Part 12

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"Swallow."

I did so happily and his cum tasted sweet; not at all bitter or salty. He groaned then and it sounded like a groan of satisfaction. I was practically dripping and had a sneaking suspicion there would be no "good hard fuck" for me tonight.

"Get up."

I rose unsteadily to my feet and bent my legs to get blood flowing back around my knees. They hurt, but not as badly as the aches in my breasts and my ass.

As he turned me around and pushed on my back, he told me to bend over the desk. I heard some movement, followed by the sound of his zipper. Then his mouth was at my ear again, whispering.

"So what was that you were wanting?"

"You to fuck me." I whispered back.

"Do you?"

"Yes Sir."

"You’ll just have to wait for that."

I whimpered and rolled my head so that my forehead rested on the desk.

He stood up and his hand grasped the thing in my ass. I hissed and my body tensed up.

"Relax." He said it soothingly and he started to pull. Again my fingers clutched the edge of the desk as the pressure grew. I moaned and squeezed my eyes shut while the reaction to the pain fought with the need to relax. And then it was out of me.

I heard the pizza boxes being rustled and knew he’d put the thing back in the box.
He gave me one light swat on the ass and it sent another wave of pain through me.

"Get dressed."

I pushed up off the desk and turned to see him putting his socks on. After much planning and anticipation, Operation Desk Job was drawing to a close. And I needed to cum really badly.

I squatted down to retrieve my blouse and bra from the dark corner under the desk. My bra was on and I was buttoning my blouse while he tied his shoes. The visitor’s badge was still clipped to the hem of my blouse. I straightened my stockings.

Eric picked up one of the pizza boxes and handed it to me. I didn’t have to open it to tell what it had inside.
He pulled me to him and kissed me.

"I’ll walk you out."

We both turned to the door when it opened and Steven walked in, looking somewhat stern. He looked from me to Eric and back to me.

"It’s time for you to go."

Steven was full of surprises because this wasn’t part of the plan either. I was completely taken aback and started to stammer to get the words – any words - out. I turned to Eric and saw that he was looking a little pale.

Steven moved to where I stood and lightly took my arm. He moved to the door pulling me along just a little more roughly than was necessary. He opened the door and pushed me through it. Still holding onto my arm, we both turned to look back at Eric who was white as a sheet now.

"Please stay in your office until I return."

Tales From Under The Desk, Part 11

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No words came. A swat to my ass came though, and it was followed by many more. He spanked me hard and my ass burned. Every spank felt like it drove the steel deeper inside me. A tear dripped from my cheek onto a piece of paper on his desk.

It took a minute for me to realize that it had stopped. I heard only my quiet sobs and ragged breaths. I strained to hear something – anything that let me know where he was. The silence was eerie.

"Stand up." The words were spoken so softly I wasn’t sure I’d heard them.

"Now!"

I heard that very clearly and pushed myself up from the desk. I stood there facing away from him; my eyes focussed on the door and I again wondered who might have been watching. It could have been the whole office at this point. The thought left me as quickly as it resurfaced.

"Turn around."

I turned to face him and saw his cock. I love his cock. A drop of moisture glistened there and I moaned softly, already tasting it in my mind. My eyes pleaded with him once again. He nodded this time and I was on my knees between his legs in an instant.

My tongue snaked out and licked the sweet spot just below his head, then slowly up to the drop of nectar. I deliberately circled my tongue around him, playing along the edge… teasing. As my lips finally wrapped greedily around him, he grabbed my head and pounded it up and down, impaling my mouth. His cock hit the back of my throat and he held me there until I started to gag.

He released his grip and I moved back to suck and lick his head and catch my breath. Swirling my tongue around the head and up to the magic spot for another drop, I looked up at him. His eyes said it all.

I moved my mouth down him again, and kept going, taking him further inside me. I held him there for as long as I could and gasped for breath when I pulled back. After a few deep breaths, I again tried to get his cock down my throat. Again and again I fought panic and the need to gag and breathed only when I had to. This is what he liked and I knew it.

He grabbed a handful of my hair and followed it as my mouth moved up and down him. He controlled my movements now, but not with his hand.

"Good girl."

He said it when I looked up at him during one of my journeys back up to breathe. A tear dripped from my cheek onto his cock and I tasted its saltiness as I descended again.

His grasp tightened in my hair and he moved my head faster again, roughly forcing my mouth up and down his shaft. I anticipated his movements and tried to move with them. Then he held me firmly with my lips just underneath his head. I felt it swell just before my mouth was filled with pulse after pulse of his cum. The moans I heard were my own.

He continued to hold me firmly by my hair and finally pulled me up toward him, my face turned upward.

"Show me."

I opened my swollen lips carefully, not wanting to spill a drop, and I showed him.

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Tales From Under The Desk, Part 10

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Balanced on my knees and forehead, my ass was now completely exposed. The cord attached to the hardness inside me seemed to cut into my skin. The waistband of my skirt was being pulled downward, and I flexed my abdominal muscles to try to get a little relief from the pressure.

He actually did some work. I admired his self-restraint before my mind went back into altered reality where minutes are hours. Some time later, I felt him tug gently on the cord and say, "Come here." Even the slightest pressure on the plug sent waves of pain through me.

I lifted my head and scooted out from under the desk. I fought the wave of dizziness but it was worse this time. He held on to me until it passed. I moved back between his thighs and he looked at the outline of his hand that now brightly colored my breast. He traced along the handprint with a finger. I couldn’t keep my eyes off the bulge in his pants.

He cupped my other breast and squeezed it hard enough to make me whimper. Half-closed from the pain, my eyes looked up into his. He brought his hand down hard and the sound of it seemed to fill the room.

While the sound still rang in my ears and the pain coursed through me, he slapped my face. I was stunned. A host of emotions ran through me before I’d even turned my head back to face him. Shock and fear and anger and a deeper feeling of submission all mingled furiously in my mind. Before I could focus my eyes on him, he was taking my hand.

"Up."

In a blur, I was up, spun around and pushed down onto the desk. He smacked the inside of my thigh and I moved my legs apart, opening to him. My ass was a perfect target for him now. I gripped the edge of the desk again and held on while he untied the cord from around my bunched-up skirt. I loosened my grip and exhaled in relief when the pressure in my ass eased up. Then I felt movement of the plug itself. He must have been untying the cord from the plug then. The movement made the thing seem to grow inside me and I arched to stretch my ass up toward him.

He leaned down over me and placed his lips close to my ear. "Do you need a good hard fuck?"

"Yes Sir," I said almost under my breath.

"You want me pounding into you? Is that it?"

"Yes, Sir."

I could almost feel his cock inside me and I thrust my hips upward and against him, my craving obvious. He stood up then and in one movement, shoved two fingers deep inside me. Immediately he pulled them out, leaving me painfully empty. He brought his hand to my mouth and I licked and cleaned my wetness from his fingers.

"Good girl."

I heard him sit back down. Then I heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper. Fighting the urge to turn around, I waited for his words.