Confusing Fantasies

today is the tenth – more than one reason to celebrate. We are married for 10 months now – wow! I am looking forward to celebrating this event with Dom tonight!
We are right back from a long Eastern weekend abroad. The drive back was strenuous and long. Dom was driving while I was gazing at the changing landscape, musing. My thoughts wandered to one special night of our weekend. Something strange happened, and I am still trying to put it into perspective: Dom and I were playing all night long. the new day was already announcing itself: Light grey patches on the sky indicated that the night would be over soon. I was so absolutely horny. I felt like a crazy woman, having only one thing in mind: Pure, raw, passionate sex with Dom. I started to lick his cock. With every sense I felt him: His soft skin, the taste of his pre-cum, his typical smell… I realized how much power he has over me – and I like it. I even need it. That thought carried me away. Suddenly, I saw a clear picture in my fantasy, of another woman participating in our game. My mouth started talking without reflecting, without holding back, without fears: Of how I would lick her and treat her with “the machine” until she screamed while Dom would watch us. How I wouldn’t really mind if he even fucked her after I had prepared her for him. I felt Dom reacting to my fantasy. He became very horny at that thought. So I continued: Dom would attach “the machine” to my pussy. The vibration  made me tremble, and my body reacted with heat to this treatment. Then he would step away from me and turn to the other woman. My head screamed “no”. I didn’t want him to concentrate on another woman like this. I hated it. But I was obedient enough not to say anything. My body spoke another language: The machine treatment on my pussy made me so horny that I coulnd’t react, and was even curious for what would happen. He would tell her to kneel down. Then he would step behind her, massaging his hard-rock, big cock. My eyes were glued to his cock. Inside me, a war was going on: I didn’t want him to fuck this foreign woman. Or did I? At this point, I couln’t be sure about myself. In the state I was all I wanted was this: To give my Dom pleasure, to see him satisfied – even when that meant he would fuck another woman. Then he would position himself behind her. With one hard trust, he would enter her pussy. Holding her hips, he would fuck her hard. Again and again I saw his cock diving inside her. She moaned with pleasure, this faceless, unknown woman, whose juices I still smelled on my tongue. Dom looked me straight into my eyes, forced me to rivet my glance on him. This gave me peace. I felt connected with Dom. I realized that the other girl was only a meaningless toy that should demonstrate how much power Dom has over me. This light a fire inside me that soon bordered on a burning that engulfed my whole body. And then I came, unexpectedly but intense. My cries and moans filled the room. When my body stopped trembling, Dom stopped fucking her, stood up, told the other girl to kneel and watch us. My eyes still half closed in ecstasy, I realized that Dom was moving between my legs. His hard, beautiful cock was inches away from my pussy. And then he entered me and started to fuck me – forcefully, passionate, hard. My body rocked in the rhythm of his trusts. His hard cock was so deep inside me that I thought my pussy would rip. His hunger increased, his trusts became more aggressive.  His eyes caught mine. Our glances were riveted on each other and we felt our deep connection physically. And then he came with a load roar. His cock pulsated wildly inside me while his juice filled my pussy. Spend, he sank back, patted my ass tenderly and said “good slave!”. I would have loved to enjoy the after-glow of his climax a moment longer, but he stood up abruptly. And then he hold the other girl to come over, to kneel between my legs and lick every single trop of his juice away. And she did exactly what he told her to do…

This was my fantasy, which I told Dom that night. It both scared me and made me hot – very confusing! I am still not sure about the meaning of it. Is it only a fantasy that is hot? Or would it be hot in reality too? I don’t know. The wetness of my pussy while writing this text indicate that at least thinking about it makes me hot, and that the first emotion is no longer fear when I think about a scene like this….

 

He’s in Charge

I came home very late in the evening. On the way, I was impatiently awaiting to meet Dom. The first thing I saw when I entered our apartment was his smiling face; the second thing a set table with delicious-looking salad; the third thing a chain that was attached to the table and a leather collar that dangled over my chair. Promising, I thought…
After a quick shower and a change of cloths (and shoes), I was invited to sit down for dinner. Dom firmly placed the collar around my neck and fastened it. Immediately, I was transformed into his slave. After dinner, Dom commanded to kneel down and to suck his cock. I crawled under the table to him and caressed his balls and cock with my tongue until I heard him moaning softly. At some point, he pulled me to the bedroom. That evening, he let me feel that he is in charge: His rock-hard cock entered my pussy and he fucked me hard and fast. What a feeling! The day with all it’s struggles was as far away as it could be. My mind and my heart were fully focused on Dom and on the sensations he was awakening inside me.

Looking Forward to…

I am in the office. A long afternoon is still ahead of me until I can finally come home and meet Dom. I am already impatiently awaiting the moment when I enter our appartment, hug him, feel his body, and who knows what else…

Dom, I love you!

Back Again

It’s way too long since I last posted something here – and I missed it terribly. In the same time, I’ve had some health problems in the last three weeks. My energy level was so low that I just didn’t have the energy for anything than the most basic things. So I am very happy that this is over and I feel better again.
Even when I felt bad in the last weeks, I always enjoyed Dom’s company. He was very patient and understanding and this helped immensely to gain my strength back and to fight against my bad mood.

I still have yesterday evening in mind – a very intense encounter with Dom: We were both tired from a long day at work. So we crashed on the bed. We were in a lazy mood. In the same time, the day’s high speed was still in my system. We talked about the day, about our work and projects, about relationships… At some point, Dom made a typically provoking remark; something like “Let’s get it over with so we can go to sleep soon.”. “Do you want a quickie, then?”, I asked and started to unbuckle his belt. He started to giggle and to wriggle away from me. But I insisted on getting his trousers away. Only seconds later, his beautiful cock sprang free. This was pure temptation and I could not resist. My tongue found the tip of his cock. Slowly and carefully, I started to lick him. At that instant, his attitude changed completely. The desire took over and paralyzed his resistance. I went on licking him. Drops of his pre-cum leaked out his rock-hard cock. I loved the taste and the feel of him. By contrast, his balls felt very soft and smooth. I kneaded them lightly with my hand, than kissed and sucked them. Dom went almost crazy. I felt his body vibrate and heard his moans with every touch, with every motion. His desire hit me like a huge wave. I was greedy to feel more of his passion, and to give him more intense pleasure. At some point, he asked me to sit on his cock. “Take me, ride me, bitch!”, Dom commanded. He was so huge and hard that I feared it would hurt. But the opposite was the case: I felt him more intensely inside me than ever. I kissed and bite his nipples and the soft spot at his neck. He almost cound’t bear it. Once in a while, I slowed down, moved slower. Than again, I rocked my hips quicker, pushed him closer to his climax. When he finally came, we were both drunk with lust.

A Dilemma

Sudden horniness overcame me. I kneeled down in front of Dom, and opened his trousers. Concern was in his eyes. Dom knew that I had some toothache. This loving and tender sign touched me deeply. When he saw that I won’t stop he helped me to remove the trousers and revealed his beautiful cock. I sucked it lightly and tenderly, just at the tip. His moan showed me that he enjoyed it as much as I did. But he hesitated to let his passion unleash. There was a dilemma: His wild lust versus his concern for my pain.  It manifested itself when he took hold of my head and pressed his cock deeper into my mouth, then stopped, considering my pain, and let go. But I wanted to feel his pure pleasure and hotness, no matter what. So I continued to lick him at the point where he is most sensitive. His lust increased and increased. At one point, he pushed me on the bed roughly and ordered me to sit on his cock. While I felt him entering me, he unzipped my bra. His mouth found my nipples, my hips started to rock forth and back. We were in a haze of passion and couldn’t stop (or at least I couldn’t nor wouldn’t). As he later confided, he tried several times to interrupt my riding and to go slower. I ignored it – and rode him like the horny bitch I (sometimes) am. After his climax we lay there, spent. And after some moments, we fell asleep. After god-knows how many minutes we woke up again, realizing that it was midnight and time to go to bed properly. Cuddled closely to Dom’s warm body, blissful sleep overcame me moments later…

Falling Deep

He towered over me while I was lying helplessly on my back. His hands gripped the two ends of my scarf that hang loosely around my neck. And then he pulled; the fabric around my neck tightened. A faint prickle spread from my throat to my head. I could still breathe but got only a little air at a time. The pricklling became more intense and spread over my whole body. I felt myself falling deeper and deeper into the state of complete submission. Rationale thoughts started to slip away and made space for the emotional world: Feeling, sensing, being, absorbing the moment and forgetting about future and past. There was only Dom and me, he controlling, me submitting. He owning, me owned. He dominant, me serving. My whole body felt now both numb and sensitive, and kind of paralyzed. I became weaker while my emotions grew more intense. I was close to fainting, but I had not enough. I wanted more of this special sensation, yearned to fall deeper into submission. I didn’t want to think about anything. I only craved for one thing: to be completely owned and emotionally open for Dom. That’s when Dom loosened his grip on my scarf. The blood rushed back to my head and I sucked in air automatically. I felt something like regret: It was like stopping shortly before  a climax. Only later, when Dom and I discussed the matter, did I reflect on how strange it is to feel that way. I am sure that most people would call me mad. However, I have come to accept the fact that you see some things in life differently when you get into them with body and soul, and without reservations.

Remote Controlled

Dom likes to surprise me, sometimes with small things, something with huge ones. Yesterday evening, a new surprise was due, as announced some days earlier. Dom had told me that he ordered something that will accompany us on our city trip this weekend. I’d figured out that it was nothing to wear (my first guess). I was wrong: It WAS something to wear, but no cloths… I guess I looked a little stunned when Dom was revealing a love toy. Or to be more precise: A stylish black love egg to be worn in my pussy. It comes with a remote control that operates the vibration. It functions on a distance up to 10 meters, says the manual, and our first test confirmed it. Oh my goooooodddd…! The thought of it makes me both horny and anxious!