HNT # 28: Black Lace - Your View

As I make my way across the bed towards you, crawling on my hands and knees. Nestling myself between your parted thighs. Delighting at the sight of your already hard cock, I afford you this view.
Imagine your cock nestled between this ivory coloured flesh.
Imagine my tongue darting down to flick the head of your rod as I massage you with my breasts.
Imagine my mouth enveloping your cock.
Imagine your release proudly splashed across my breasts.

Fixation: Touch

Out into the cool summer air, I strode, a few steps ahead of him. Uncertain of what would come next.

Do you mind if I smoke?

I can't stop you.

With that he caught up to me and before I knew it he slid his hand under my hair and rested it on the nape of my neck.

His skin on my skin.

It was electric.

An unspeakable surge of warmth flushed my body from head to toe.

His flesh on my flesh.

Nipples hardening.

Wetness growing.

Desire ignited.

I think you should wait and come back to my place...

All I Want For Christmas is...

Some really hot sex with a man of the domly persuasion. Of course that is after he has peppered my bottom pink with his hand or belt or cane or crop or flogger or...

Second on my list would be the one and only Pure wand.

Barring that, anything that has made my wishlists - I wish these were acceptable lists to give to people in my life...but somehow my parents getting me a sex toy, slutty shoes and thigh-high boots just doesn't seem right.

So dear readers - what do you want most under your Christmas tree? And perhaps a better question is have you been naughty or nice this year?

Monday Music: Girls Just Want to Have Fun - Cyndi Lauper

In case you hadn't heard, The Duchess and Kimberly are paying me a little visit next month! There will be all sorts of clean and not so clean fun to be had by all and we will be sure to document it for you!

After all, Girls Just Want To Have Fun!

So if you will be in my corner of the world towards the end of next month join us for a little bit of naughty fun.

HNT #27: Black Lace

Can you imagine tracing your tongue along the outline of my bra?
Teasing me.
Tormenting me.
Making me want more.
Can you imagine what's underneath my bra?
Nipples hard.
Pierced.
Needing you attention.
Can you imagine your hands squeezing my breasts?
Soft.
Full.
Warm to the touch.
Can you imagine releasing me from this lacy binding?

This Needs No Introduction

Tuesday Music: Jacksoul - Still Believe in Love

I am sad writing this post - the lead singer of Jacksoul Haydain Neale died last night.

I have often turned to this particular song to remind me quite simply that I do still believe in love but so many of their songs are just brilliant.

Mine: Me, Myself and I

As far as relationships go, this year has, at times been train wreck. And though you may not have noticed the worst of these relationships was the one that I have with myself.

I am rarely a priority for myself. What I mean by that is I don't take the time to properly care for myself mentally, emotionally and physically. I have never been my own priority. I have never seen just how valuable and important I am as an individual, as a woman, as a submissive. Yes, other people have told me over the years and I would smile and nod or rebuff their compliments or praise but it's never really sunk in that I am important and first and foremost, I need to be important to myself.

So, over the last few months I decided to make myself important.

Yes, it took the fallout from The Communist, The Conservative and MO to bring me around but with a little guidance, a little prodding and a lot of patience I got there.

I've been slowly turning things around for myself. Most of it will never make it to these pages (frankly it's just not all that interesting) but it is important - to me.

Behind the scenes I've started exercising again, cooking more often, kicking ass in school...the list goes on and on.

And as this transformation has begun to take hold certain things have fallen away - that unbearable neediness, the desperation - all of those traits that made me so vulnerable to the downwards spiral I found my self in back in September.

For awhile there I was binding myself nightly; it was the only way I could find that centred, calm feeling I desired. It has a been a few weeks now since I've needed to turn to the rope, the clamps and my new found appreciation for clothes pins. It's not that I don't have those needs, believe you me I need a wonderfully sadistic man to tie me down, beat me senseless and then fuck the hell out of me (sorry celibacy make me horny!)...

But...

it's far more important for me to learn how to cope, without the rope, the clamps, the clothes pins and the random, meaningless sex. I've learned how to cope, to self-soothe, to take care of me when I'm hurting or frustrated and perhaps the best thing, I haven't had to do it alone.

Over these last few weeks it feels like the pieces are starting fall into place. I feel like I have a direction again. One foot in front of the other, baby steps.

One of the steps happened this weekend. I pierced my nipples again. I always knew I would do it again I just needed it to be the right time. I wanted to do them now to mark all this change in me; to claim my ownership of myself. Now I won't feel conflicted like I did when MO and I ended and I wanted to tear them out. They don't remind me of anyone but me and I am mine.

HNT #26: Good Hair

I don't have "good" hair. I have Some of the kinkiest, nappiest, hair one can imagine. My aunt once quipped, "the only part of you that decided to be black was your hair" - gotta love your family.

I have always wrestled with my feelings about my hair. It was a source of ridicule and shame as a child and I couldn't understand why I didn't have soft flowing hair like my friends.
Then when I was only 9, I believe, I had my hair chemically straightened for the first time and since then there has been no looking back.

It wasn't until The Actor came back into my life a few years ago that I let any of the men in my life even think about touching my hair. That's right, The Gay BF never touched my hair the entire time we were together! You just don't touch a black woman's hair!

That said, I want someone to wrap my hair around their fist and drag me around like their little plaything. Pulling and tugging me. Forcing me to do as he pleases.

HHNT!

My place

Come here.

I smile and move towards you as I watch you unbuckle your belt. I know my place. Deftly, I unbutton your jeans pushing them down to the floor. I take a moment to enjoy seeing your cock straining against your boxer-briefs. I slide my hand over your covered cock making you groan into my ear,

Take them off.

Good little girl that I am, in no time your thick, hard cock is exposed begging for my attention. Who am I to disappoint? You sit down on the couch, making yourself comfortable. My pillow is placed on the floor between your legs - I know now I will get what I crave - your cock.

I want to devour it but I know the game and my place in it.

I start slowly, deliberately. Stroking your entire length making you harder. I feel the blood coursing through your cock; pulsating, craving my hands and my mouth. Very tenderly I cup your balls, tugging them ever so slightly while my other hand steadies your cock for my tongue. I can't help myself, I lick the tip that is glistening with your pre-cum. That little taste sends me into over-drive - I just can't hold back.

I devour your cock sliding it into my mouth, forcing it into my throat.

Licking.

Sucking.

Needing.

I lose all sense of time. All I know is that my place is here, nestled between your legs, serving you as a good girl should and I couldn't be happier.