WickedJade

Sometimes when I work at home I take a coffee break around mid morning, but I don't have coffee.

I lay down on my bed, pull aside my panties, and go to town.

Don't need any gadgets, my hands are well trained.

This morning when I touched my pussy lips they were so hot and dripping wet. I slid my fingers inside and lubed my clit with the wetness.  My clit does get nice and hard and erect.

I start to masturbate and it only takes a few minutes to get close to cuming, then I ease off a bit and start over. Keep doing that a few times until I can't wait any longer. If I'm very lucky, like this morning, I'll squirt hot juice all over my fingers.

If only I had a nice big hot real cock to make it perfect, but sadly, Sir was at work.

Perhaps tonight...

Wow, it's raining men here on CM today.

My inbox overfloweth.

Thanks to all these nice gentlemen who are responsible for getting my panties soaked with desire.

I consider myself lucky, I get all the kinky sex I need from my husband, but damn I'm a selfish slut and want MORE.

Actually it's not just the sex.

I think I"m realizing that I need a Daddy, too.

My real-life father wasn't much of one.

An older, wiser man in my life, who can beat the shit out of me, humiliate and degrade me, and still give me good, loving, tender, friendly advice.

I know they're out there. I just have to be patient.

Feeling very down tonight. 

I thought the guy really liked me. We met, had a nice talk, I introduced him to my husband, they were supposed to meet, we were discussing our first meeting...and then everything just stopped. He was gone, poof, into the CollarMe ether. A week later I wrote a nice note, hoping he was okay. Then another week later, I wrote another nice note, saying I'm sorry it didn't work out, I wished him all the best. 

And then tonight, I saw him online, on my IM contact list. So I know he must have gotten my emails. 

I am not angry with him. People change their minds, it's totally okay with me. I even tell people that. I'm not a vindictive bunny boiler. Life is too short to be angry. 

But still, I'm hurt. 

I know CM can be a rough place. There are a lot of creeps and posers. But I also believe there are good people there, because I like to think I'm a good person (or at least I try to be). So, I am determined to move on, to let this go now. Perhaps there is another out there who is better suited for me. 

Better to endure a little pain now, than to suffer something worse later.

I think I've said before that I've only had sex with two men in my entire life.

That is just goddam pathetic.

Even worse, I've never had anal sex.

Plugs, yes, I have a lot of experience with that. But not the real thing.

It's not like I look like a gargoyle. I don't think so, at least. I think my photos show that, at least what I can show.

Mostly it's because my husband cares about me and wants to keep me safe, so I have to choose my partners carefully.

I'm just really impatient for more adventures in this lifestyle.

But also scared a little because there are so many bad people out there.

I simply can't jump at the first offer I get. It's just not safe. I need to develop a relationship. This is the hard part. No one wants to just talk. Meet me and I'll spank you and then fuck you. Sorry, no can do.

How I long to be with You, Whoever You may be...

I would kneel before You, Sir, hand You the chain attached to my collar

My ass red, stinging, and sore, breasts bruised and bitten, in my own space and time, Waiting for You to bless me with Your water, hot yellow stream in my face, drinking You, The rest dripping down my body.

When You are empty I would lick You clean, and use my tongue, lips and mouth to coax You awake, worshipping every inch of You, fingertips stroking Your legs and tickling Your balls, while I take every luscious bit of You, deep down, the head just touching the back of my tongue...

How I love to suck on Your manhood, feel it dancing in my mouth, I am moaning with joy...as You cum You yank on the chain to remind me Who I belong to at this moment...

I savor every drop of Your cum, release You, and then bend forward, so grateful, patiently awaiting Your next command.

Had some bathtub fun with hubby a few nights ago.

Poured a half bottle of Mr. Bubble into the tub and got to play in the suds while he took pictures.

Mr Bubble does make the best bubble bath; all the others are shallow imitations.

When he was done taking pictures he hopped up on the side of the tub and showered some of the suds off of me. Piss and bubbles intermingling, mmmmm.

Then I licked the last few drops off of him and sucked his cock, while still in the tub.

Nice pictures, happy husband, a good night.

I got a lot of messages responding to yesterday's rant, which of course I appreciate, but I'm still kind of up in the air as to what I want to do. 

Just feeling completely confused.

I don't know what I want to do next.

I'm not quitting the site, just need to think for a while.

I see a lot of complaints on this website that no one is "real."

A lot of people warned me not to join this site because no one is "real."

Well as far as I know, I am "real." I am sitting here at my laptop, it's 7 am, I'm getting ready for work, finishing my coffee...and wondering what the hell I'm doing here.

I have chatted with some very nice people here, and I am grateful for that.

I realize that this is mostly a pick-up site, so I really don't expect anything more.

But I could really use a friend right now.

I have had a few disappointments with men I've met here. I'm not angry at them. I just wish they'd been honest with me.

I always insist on meeting someone in a public vanilla setting before even thinking of play. It's just the way I am.

So after you meet me, look, if you don't have an interest any more, just tell me. I'm a big girl, I can handle it. Don't just disappear and not talk to me again. Now I get to sit here and wonder what I did wrong.

I don't know how many people here are "real." But as long as I'm sure your message is not spam, or seriously offensive, I will treat everyone who talks to me like they are real, too.

Even if I don't get the same courtesy shown to me.

How I yearn for a vicious play rape scene today.

My hands tied to the headboard, You over top of me, Your strong thighs push mine apart.

A sharp knife slices off my panties and bra.

A few face slaps when necessary.

My nipples clamped and chained, You tug them hard.

Kissing me, Your tongue pushes its way deep. I can feel the hardness through Your pants.

You bite my neck and I arch my back in response.

The belt loosens, releases Your cock, and plunge into my pussy.

You whisper threats in my ear, call me slut, whore, bitch.

I know I couldn't fight You off even if I wanted to.

I feel Your hot breath as You thrust faster into me.

Finally You cum and for a few moments after, rest on my brutalized body.

Then You get up, loosen the bonds, adjust Your pants and belt, and leave me, panting, sweaty, exhilirated.

She was waiting for K.

K. had given her instructions. Naked. Lying on the bed. Toy bag unzipped. Floggers set out neatly on a chair. Water bottles and a bucket of ice.

She thought she would have some fun with K. She felt like being a brat with K. To see how he would react.

So she left her panties on. The toy bag zipped. The floggers haphazard on the floor. Water bottles but no ice. And she scooted under the covers waiting for K.

She heard the hotel key card slide into the slot. The door open. K. entered. She smiled, just her head peeking out of the covers, and stuck her tongue out at him.

K. surveyed the room. The toy bag, the floggers, the missing ice. He pulled off the covers and noted her panties. She was not sure what K. was thinking. He seemed puzzled. He gave her a half smile.

Took the empty ice bucket and went out into the hall, returned with the ice.

“Oops,” she giggled. “I guess I forgot the ice!”

He put the ice down on the side table and sat next to her. “You forgot a lot of things,” he said.

“Sorry!” she said, smirking.

K. unzipped the bag and pulled out a length of rope, while gently stroking her hair. She half closed her eyes, enjoying the massage, when suddenly the hand clenched a fistful of hair and pulled her to the edge of the bed.

“I think,” said K., positioning her roughly, “that you need to show some manners.”

K. took off his belt and put it down next to her.

Her head was leaning over the edge of the bed.

With one length of rope he tied her left hand to the head of the bed. With another length he tied the other head to the foot of the bed. And he went around and tied her ankles so that she was spread-eagled, her head hanging down over the edge.

He took a cube of ice and thrust it into her pussy.

Then he came around to her and unzipped his pants to release his erect cock.

“Open,” said K., and she did. He slid into her mouth, slowly. She could feel the tip of it on the back of her tongue. Then K. pulled out slowly, then slid in again, a little further this time. And out again. Each time a little further, each time allowing her to catch her breath. Until finally he thrust it way deep into her throat, all the way to the base.

K. pulled out half way and she felt him pick up the belt and snap it. He stroked her breasts and belly with the belt for a moment. And in the next instant, the slap of the belt on her pussy. She felt the ice melting in her pussy and dripping out on the bed.

He went on like this, it seemed forever, sliding his cock deep into her throat, then slapping her pussy with the belt as he pulled back.

At the last slap K. began thrusting harder into her mouth.

“Your mouth,” growled K., “is just a cunt.”

“Mmmph,” she said.

“You are an insolent slut,” said K.

“Mmm-hmm.” She agreed.

“A stupid bitch who can’t follow instructions,” said K.

She nodded a little, saliva oozing out of her mouth like foam.

“This is what I do to stupid, insolent sluts,” K. said.

And K. continued mouth fucking her, until she thought she could hold it no more, when he cried out and she felt his cum release into her throat.

“Lick it clean, bitch,” said K. And she did.

He pulled up his pants and put the belt back on. He untied her bonds and left her there, her jaw aching, her pride in tatters.

“Next time,” said K. “I expect you to follow instructions.”

And then, she heard the door click shut, and K. was gone.

Today hubby is working late, much to my annoyance.

So I decided to tease him a little.

Took a cell phone pic of my pussy before, during, and after masturbating.

Sent it off to him.

I know that makes him crazy.

"Bitch," he called me.

Hee hee! I kill me.

Gosh my last post was a bit snarky! I need to get over myself.

Here's what I'm thinking about today.

All my life I've mainly attracted men because of my intelligence, personality, sense of humor.

I haven't often snagged a guy by looks alone.

Okay, scratch that, I've never snagged a guy that way.

Pretty women complain that they are too often objectified. That they are just toys, that they can't find a long-term relationship, he "Just wants me for my body."

Well geez I wish I had that problem.

Not all the time -- but sometimes, I just want to be treated like an object of lust.

Pussy, tits, mouth, anus. Thassit.

Put a sheet around me to cover up everything that makes me a person, lay me flat, and let a parade of guys fuck me one after the other. Now that's what I'm talkin about.

A lot of guys tell me they can give me multiple orgasms.

I don't like hearing that, for a few reasons.

First of all, it is not easy for me to achieve an orgasm with another person. I get kind of nervous and can't concentrate.

Second, this statement assumes that all women's sexual anatomies are built exactly the same and thus Sir Domly Dom's technique never fails.

Third, I don't really want to have an orgasm when I am with a play partner. I just want to please him or her, not me. I can have an orgasm any time I want. Takes me maybe 5 minutes.

My favorite way to achieve an O with my partner is to have him watch me masturbate. Preferably with his fingers inserted so I have something to squeeze against when I cum. And I have to be sure that it turns him on. I don't want him staring at the artwork on the wall while I'm thrusting a glass dildo into my pussy.

Hopes this clarifies things, somewhat.

I love pleasing a man from behind.

On his hands and knees, butt up in the air, legs spread enough so I can get my face in there, and fondle his balls with my mouth and tongue.

Then trace a line from his balls up toward his (clean) asshole, and make out with it, rimming, french kissing it, and listening to the moans of pleasure that result.

Finally I gently pull his cock into my mouth and suck him dry.

This seems to leave him in a post-orgasmic, collapsed heap of jello.

Just for the record, someone on CollarMe gave me the idea for this trick, and for him I say thank you. Would love to do the same to you, my friend.

The way I talk in my journal here, you'd think I'm a real slut-monkey.

I'm not.

I am actually very inexperienced with men in a sexual intercourse kind of way.

I have had "textbook sex" - ie, penis inserted into vagina - with...drumroll please...TWO MEN in my entire life.

How embarrassing is that?

Sure, I could fix that quick.

But being married, I don't get many opportunities beyond the gentleman who shares my bed. Who has, by the way, a very satisfying member.

I just want to fuck other guys, that's all. Variety and all that.

In the grocery line, I stare into space, maybe at the guy next to me unloading his cart, and think about getting fucked right there on the belt.

Or in my bedroom, fucking one guy after the other. Get a ticket like at the deli.

There is nothing like having a big hot cock in you, a wonderful firm sausage to squeeze against while cumming.

Goodness, it's warm in here. Guess I should turn down the AC a bit.

I love a good old-fashioned fuck session. Especially in the morning. Stretches out the inner thighs, LOL. 

He drilled me so hard I thought I'd split in two. 

Had the legs way up high but still, would've been nice to have my ankles tied up and pulled back even further. 

And it's just never enough fucking for me. 

I wish there was such a thing as glory holes for women. I guess anatomically it would be difficult but maybe if one did it doggy style...ah, a girl can dream.

I could go for some brutal rounds of breast abuse today.

My set of 46DDs are so creamy pale white, sometimes you can see the light blue veins beneath the flesh. On my left breast, if you look very closely, there is a tiny scar that follows the aureole circle. It was left from an operation many years ago, to remove a benign growth. Gravity has taken some toll on their perkiness, but I still think they’re mighty fine.

Arms secured to a St. Andrew’s cross. Back straight and tall so as much flesh is available to my torturer(s) as possible.

Big strong hands knead them like bread dough. Teeth press against flesh, nipping and biting like a hungry animal.

Flogging, maybe starting out with a soft sensual flogger, moving on to more stingy types.

Slapping with the hand and calling me slut, a whore.

Then to something more punishing, like a crop or leather paddle.

Can’t forget the nipples. Lick, suck, pull, squeeze, stretch. Clothespins.  I especially like having two clamps connected to a chain, and the chain put in my mouth so my tits are yanked up high.

When my girls are sufficiently red, bruised, and bitten, some hot wax drizzled over and then scraped off with a knife would be lovely, finished with an ice cube cooling off my hot skin.

I can be released to pleasure my partner, dangling my tits in his face, or mash them onto his cock, which I hope is hard enough for me to let him slide right into my dripping wet pussy, or all the way down my throat, whatever he requires…and if he wants to shoot his load on my tits, even better, I’ll lick them off clean.

A girl can dream, right?

So we took a drive down to the Pine Barrons area (Lebanon State Forest). If you've never been there, it's not exactly a forest that you'd see in the storybooks. It's a sandy expanse of scrub pine, cedar water lakes, and old forgotten bog iron pits. The main exports these days are cranberries and blueberries. 

There are lots and lots of winding dirt roads that go for miles deep into the forest. 

How I would love to be tied to two scrub pines, spreadeagle style, the breeze blowing my hair and across my nipples, as I am whipped, flogged, clamped, peed on, and otherwise tortured, then removed from my bonds and fucked like a cheap whore. 

Even better to have another girl with us, forced to degrade each other at the pleasure of onlooking men, before they gang fuck us. 

Just a nice drive in the Pinelands.

Incredible sex with the hubby today. 

Glass dildo in the ass, penis in pussy, vibrator on clit. 

Nuclear orgasm. 

And yet, it's never enough. Could go for another round right now.

I could really go for some hot wet pussy right now. 

Haven't played with a woman in far too long. 

Squeezing her titties, long wet kisses. Biting her neck, slapping her breasts, lapping her lovely nips. 

Spreading her legs, kissing her thighs, I can hardly wait for that swollen wet snatch. 

Sucking gently on her lips as my fingers spread them apart. Lapping every inch of her, dipping my tongue in her ass a few times before moving up and stretching my tongue inside her quivering pussy. Then I take her stiffened clit and roll my tongue around it, moving slow and then quick, hearing her moan and feeling her buck against me. 

Now although I have done all of the above, I have not yet fucked a girl with a strap-on. Someday I will. 

Also having a few Doms in the room, telling us what depraved things they want us to do to each other before they fuck us. 

Goddam I am hot right now.

I have respect for all sorts of kinks. Everyone gets turned on in their own unique way, and that's great. 

Still, if there was one kink I understood the least, it has to be CBT. Today I saw a picture on of a set of testicles nailed to a board. Just...ick. 

To me, a man's genitals should be worshipped. 

I don't just grab his dick in my mouth and chew on it. 

I like to stroke and kiss his thighs first. Then tenderly take each ball in my mouth and lick and suck them. Let my tongue travel down a bit and ream his ass, and flick my tongue in and out just with a feather touch. 

The cock I take last, and hopefully by now it is happily at attention. I love the sensation of a cock in my mouth. I take it all the way in right down to the base, sucking and lapping it like an ice cream cone, moving a little faster as I go, trying to listen to his responses. When he cums it is like sweet warm nectar in my mouth. Or if he wants he can cum on my tits or face, and I'll lap it up. The only reward I want is just having him want more.

But, I suppose, to each his own.

My ultimate fantasy. Been thinking about this all day.

Me in a room with a lot of kinky people. My arms and legs tied down on to a bondage bench so that I'm bent over, face toward the wall, ass in the air. Naked. Tits hanging. Pussy and ass ready for use and abuse. I am completely unable to move.

And for the next few hours, I am spanked, paddled, whipped, tits fondled and pinched, pussy and ass fucked, cocks shoved in my mouth, maybe a girl or two shoves her pussy in my face for me to lick. Just a slutty sex toy for a bunch of guys and girls.

Damn, I am so wet right now.

Today I was thinking about one of the happiest moments I've had as a submissive. 

This says a lot because I love so much about my role. 

But this one act really stands out for me. 

My Dominant asked me to do this; I would never have done it on my own. 

"Take off my shoes," He said, in a firm but quiet voice. 

And I did so. 

Unlacing each shoe and slipping it off. 

"And the socks," He said next. 

And I did so. 

"Kiss my feet," he said. 

And I did so. 

I caressed the sole and the top of His foot lovingly, before kissing each toe.  

Then I slipped each toe in my mouth, sucking on it tenderly. 

The room was so quiet. Just me, worshipping his feet, and Him, allowing me to do so. 

I would not do this for just anybody. We had built a relationship of mutual respect, trust, and admiration. I submitted to Him completely and it made me happy. 

That moment I will treasure in my heart always.

I saw on the weather that next week is going to be really hot.

There are lots of ways to get cool: a cold glass of water; a jump in the pool; air conditioning.

But one of my favorite things is a refrigerator-chilled glass dildo.

Feels so nice sliding in a hot wet pussy.

Or a well-lubed ass.

Just have to keep it hidden way in the back of the fridge.

It can be awkward if your house-mate finds it while looking for something else.

It's Friday! Oh happiness and joy!

I still have to show up at work though. Hmm. Maybe if I look busy I will get something done.

Had magnificent sex with the hubby last night. But why is it never enough? He keeps threatening to get a gang bang together for me. Promises, promises.

Have a wonderful day, whoever is reading.

Well I have made a great victory...gotten through all my messages since becoming a  CM member.

Huzzah!

Not that I'm bragging...I know women tend to be popular, especially if they are new.

I know that there are many bad people and general kooks on here.

But I will try to be a nice, honest person and see where that leads me.