Dear Future Male Lover,

You might think it’s so cute that I am always horny or even think it’s novel but it’s not. You won’t think that after you have left your seed in my ass, completely spent and I am pawing at you because I need to come again. I am insatiable when it comes to sex I only require mere minutes to feel this need to be used again.

I like porn.

I like watching porn with you.

I like watching porn with your cock in my mouth.

When I say I like filthy sex, I mean it. That means I enjoy your cock shoved all the way inside me with your hand wrapped around my throat and I don’t mean in a loving way. I want to let out aggression and I want you to let out your aggression on me. This means you can inflict pain upon me but never slap my face. Leave a mark because I want a reminder of our time together.

If you desire my ass and know how to fuck one, then by all means help yourself. If you want to make me come, rub your cock against my asshole. If you want to make me wet, spit on my asshole. If you want me to lose it, come against my asshole. I get very wet so no lube is required.

I’m not a fan of bondage but that doesn’t mean you can’t pin me down. I’m not a fan of flogging props but that doesn’t mean you can’t spank me with your bare hands. I am a fan of toys and especially shiny steel ones so please use as frequent as you like and along with your fingers and cock.

I’m very open minded sexually so if there is something you would like that will get you off, please speak up. It’s even better when we are talking about our sex life in public with people all around us.

If I am sleeping and you are horny, this is an open invitation to fuck me. I want you to want me and I want you to want fuck me whenever you feel the need.

If and when I cry after coming really hard you just need to hold me. We don’t need to talk about it and trust me it’s not you. If anything, be proud because when I come very intensely I will either: cry, be very angry or laugh. Just know you did a very good job.

I have a fantastic sense of humor and I don’t take things too seriously. If you want to crack a joke post fucking, please do so. I have a sick sense of humor so please indulge me.

I love to be wanted and when we are not together please feel free to text or email me that you want to fuck me limp. Knowing one is wanted is key to a sexual relationship and I never grow tired of being wanted.

I get off when you get off. I enjoy making you come and I enjoy swallowing your come. It’s not all about me but us and I want to make sure you getting off as much as I am when we are together.
I love foreplay. I love kissing. I love hearing your words in my ear. You want me “on” then make sure you do the part. I can make out for hours and have plenty of orgasms just by the heightened sense of arousal from those little gestures that are sometimes forgotten when two people engage physically.

Fuck my mind and you can fuck my body.

With Lust,
Dark Gracie

I pushed back against him spooning with him. His arms wrapped around me with his hands settled on my breasts. My ass pushed against his cock while his mouth nestled near my ear. He took in a breath and immediately I gasped. My skin started to crawl with electricity and my eyes fluttered. He knows how sensitive my ears were and how hearing causes instant wetness between my legs.

His fingers started tweaking my nipples and my mouth let out soft moans. My left hand inched its way towards his cock. I felt his hardness through his boxers and I wanted to feel the flesh, the heat. I pushed my hand past the elastic band and grabbed his cock. He let out a sigh in my ear and I let out another moan. It’s a vicious cycle.

Grip.

Pull.

Stroke.

I pulled his cock from the boxers and rubbed the head of his cock against my ass. Slowly I traced the head along the crack of my ass. I could feel him push and I pressed back against the head of his cock. I love feeling his cock press against my asshole. There are times when we are fucking, his cock will slip and brush against my asshole and I would come from the act. It’s all a mind fuck to me.

He pinned me to the bed and crawled between my legs. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he slowly pushed his way inside me. The tip of his cock hits my g-spot and I gush and come. I flood his cock and he let out a groan. I think I am too easy to orgasm but perhaps he just knows my body so well that it’s effortless to make me come these days.

I grabbed the cold, black iron headboard as he grabbed the top. He started to fuck me and I started to push against him. I ground my cunt into his cock every thrust he made. I never could get enough of him. I always wanted it to hurt.

When I want his full penetration I will push him back with his cock out, I will turn over with my ass in the air and he will thrust his cock all the way in. The feeling of his cock hitting my cervix is like releasing the pressure and I let out a groan into the pillow. He will sit there pushing, pressing and pulsing in my cunt and I push back more.

I want it to hurt.

I want the pain.

I want to feel.

We fuck, his cock will swell and I can feel the fluctuations in his size. I groan, yell and whisper how big his cock is and how good it feels. I can feel he is getting rigid and I feel his grip on my hips get tighter. One last thrust and he came with a moan. Our bodies convulsed together as we rode out the orgasm.

“Put your fingers in me,” I groaned as his cock slid out.

I feel his fingers push inside and I don’t know how many it is but I know I can feel the tightness around them and I feel that soreness and pinch in pain. Once again I feel I am at home with the pain I felt and it comforts me and I let out a sigh of relief as I bucked back against his fingers.

When I came grabbing the headboard and upright I was spent and I pushed his fingers away. We collapsed in a heap on the bed and for that moment I felt evened out. I felt normal again.

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Hot breath.

Hands everywhere.

Heart racing.

As I came, little gasps and moans pushed from my lips. When he hit my g-spot and the fluids sprayed on my thigh to the sheets, I grunted, “Oh my God.” My left hand was wrapped around his cock and my right arm around his neck digging my nails into his back. It was a blur of light, panting and white sheets.

I felt this urgent need to suck his cock. I pushed upward and pushed him back against the bed. He knew. I pushed the blanket down and exposed his cock. I love his cock. It’s beautiful and big. I licked the tip and pushed his cock into my mouth. He let out a sigh.

All the tension.

All the waiting.

I felt his hand tangle into my hair as he pushed my head down and I let out a little moan of approval. I swallowed his cock. I hugged his thigh to push him all the way in. He let out another moan. My tongue licked and flicked. It was hard parting ways with his cock but I needed his cock in my cunt. Slowly, I started to move away but I kept going back to his cock. It’s that wish of having a cock in multiple places at the same time.

“Fuck me,” I murmured as I pushed my head into a pillow, thrust my ass in the air and spread my legs for him.

I could feel his hands grab my ass and spread me apart. There is a slight hesitation. Is he looking at me? I gasp. I’m almost shy. I feel his cock push achingly slow. It’s that moment that I soak into my memory banks.

The reality of being pulled apart.

The act of being invaded by choice.

All the way in pushed and I let out a yelp. He lets his cock linger in my heat. “You are so hot,” he moaned. I gripped the sheets and he rocked in and out of me. It was a song we danced to and I felt myself lost as the flood of near orgasms would step forward and then quickly step away in twirl. His cock hit my g-spot and played it like a bow on a violin and I was panting. I started to shake. I wanted him to come with me.

“Come with me,” I blurted out and his hands gripped my hips. We were going to let go together. He grunted and I screamed as our bodies shuddered in unison.

We were locked together till his cock fell out. He dropped to the bed and wrapped his arms around me, as my body was still slow in motion.

He whispered in my ear, “Happy Birthday.”

I laughed and smiled. “Thank you.”

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WARNING: the following is a Deviant Dreams post, read at your own risk. You can read part 1 here: Death (a snippet) and part 2 here: Death Part 2 and part 3 here: Death Part 3.

I grinned at his response and attempts at control himself. His body was tense. His cock strained against the air and my face was inches from it. I am sure he could feel me breath on it as I breathed. His chest quivered.

“Sooo pet,” I said with extra breath and watched his cock twitch and sway, twitch and sway. He sucked in a deep breath.

“I’m hooorrny.” I said with more breath as I came within an inch of his cock.

“Fuck Grace!” He blurted out and caught himself too late. His body was still.

“Problem pet?” I asked with my lips touching his cock.

“N-n-no… Grace,” he heaved from his throat.

My lips rested against the underneath of his cock near the head. My tongue slowly slipped out to barely touch his skin. I pulled my tongue back in and chuckled throwing my head back.

“You baby, are so much fun to torment,” I said with a sigh.

I slipped my body up his thigh, pressing my cunt against the meeting of his thighs. He let out an audible gasp. His cock did all the talking to his arousal. The pre-cum was now spilling down his cock with slow ooze. I pushed my cunt again and rubbed a little back and forth. He groaned and yet behaved himself as instructed. My nails started to dig into his chest. I felt wild. I felt fierce. I wanted to destroy him with sex and domination. I wanted to keep him all to myself and not let anyone else have at his submission but me. It was that “if I can’t have you, no one will” mentality. My nails broke the top layer of skin. He hissed and yet his cock strained.

“You are making me hot pet. I. Could. Fuck. You.” I said rubbing my cunt harder against his flesh.

“Please…Grace,” he sounded desperate, helpless and almost hopeless.

“How long was it this time baby?” I asked as I pulled my cunt away and grabbed his balls. His body jerked with surprise and he forced himself back against the bed staring the ceiling.

“Ung. Uh, a month Grace.” He stammered out.

“A month? My, my that’s a long time.” I said squeezing his balls harder till they were deep red.

He let out a cry in pain and his eyes bulged and yet his cock still strained. He didn’t want it to stop. No, he loved the attention I gave him because it was from me. This was more important than being left alone in my closet and neglected like a houseplant.

My body inched up more and my nails found a fresh spot on his chest to dig into. He had 8 little half moon scratches and now he was about to have 8 more. My cunt nudged his hot balls and he sucked in a lung full of air.

“Don’t get eager pet,” I sternly said.

“N-never, Grace,” he pushed out through the shudder of his body. His hands gripped the comforter on the bed. His knuckles were white and his forehead was damp.

My cunt nudged his balls again. I started to rub against him slow and calculated. I was wet and I wanted to fuck him. His cock looked like it would explode. He was breathing with a jagged breath. This is a scene we had played many times but not with such a time lapse between play. He was more than overdue.

“Want it pet?” I asked in a real low tone, almost a growl.

His chest heaved, “Yes, Grace,” he hissed between gritted teeth.

My nails found a new spot to add 8 more half moons on his chest. I moved my cunt slowly up against the shaft of his cock. He started to groan.

“Can you feel how wet I am pet?” I asked near moaning. My clit was hard and I was on edge myself. It had been too long.

“Fuck, yes, Grace” he growled.

I bit my lower lip as I climbed and my cunt was touching the head of his wet cock. I could not bear it any longer and pushed all the down engulfing his cock. His head pushed back and he gripped the comforter and pulled it up. He let out a deep and loud groan. My nails scratched along his chest in a downward angle creating bright pink roads to his stomach. His eyes were shut tight as I fucked him with no abandon. I was on a mission and I wanted to come. He was on a mission and that was not to come before told.

I rode him like a toy and he lay there motionless besides the twitching of his body or the heaving of his chest. This is what he wanted; his cock buried into my cunt. I felt my body climb. I was getting high and a sense of urgency was building. My nails dug into hallow of his stomach and as my body was about to peak I was drawing small amount of blood. He knew I was almost there.

My hands slowly moved upward and wrapped tightly around his neck. His eyes popped open but all he could see was the ceiling. I started to squeeze my grip as my body slowed it’s pace; almost there. I continued to push my weight into his neck. His hands still gripped the comforter. He didn’t fight me nor push me off him. I watched the colors change in his face. His eyes well up and bulge. His hands still stayed at his side.

“Is tonight the night?” I ask with every ounce of effort.

No response from him. His mouth was gaping for air. Soon he would black out and it would be up to me to end it. I had the power and the control. Everything slowed down to a crawl. I could feel his pulse beating in his jugular against my fingers. It was starting to slow. His was now a deep purple to blue. Yet, his cock remained hard in my cunt. I still fucked him slow as I teetered on the edge of my orgasm.

As I came I lost all control. My hands were still planted around his neck and I pushed down as I road out the long orgasm which led to another and another. His body started to spasm beneath me and I could feel his cock milking into my cunt. By now he was unconscious as I hammered at his body with my own. He was going.

When my wave of orgasms subsided I sat there on top of him staring down at him. My eyes welled up with tears. They streamed down my face before my lungs could react. I slowly moved my hands from his neck that was now heavily bruised. His eyes were empty and open still staring at the ceiling. His skin was pale and blue. It was nothing like the movies. Hollywood made death look too good or too grim. He was the empty shell of a human.

I pressed my head on his chest and listened. Nothing. My hand covered over my mouth as I cried into his chest. I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him but he wasn’t there any longer. He was gone.

“I love you,” was all I could whisper from my lips into his chest.

Slowly, I slipped from on top of him. Quietly, I put my clothes back on. Carefully, I slipped the heels back on to my feet.

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I grabbed my keys from the kitchen counter.

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I opened the front door. Stepped out and started to close the door. At the last inch I hesitated and let out a small sigh as I focused on the small gape. I closed my eyes, wiped my face and shut the door all the way and locked it.

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My Christmas list this year is not just material things. Oh no, I have included human beings because I have found this past year to be blessed with connecting to more people and of course the discovery of some.

The following is in no particular order except maybe number 1 because it’s one thing I am rather passionate about and you will know why…

1. Hotel Sex
I have a huge “thing” for hotel sex. There is something very arousing and freeing about having sex in a different bed and possibly having the neighbors hear you. I love getting our money’s worth by fucking as many times as we can and then taking 2 or baths a day. That feeling of walking around the hotel halls knowing once you close the door, you’re naked and fucking. It’s even better when we find a way to watch porn because it feels even more wrong.

2. Dirty Scarlett
If you follow me and possibly @DirtyScarlett on Twitter you may know that her and I have a lust for each other. A while ago we swapped cell phone numbers and every once in a while she will send me filthy photos of herself. She is a perfect distraction and when I sit back and daydream about her I am doing very filthy things with her: in the bed, in the tub, against a wall, on the floor and the list goes on. She brings out the sadist in me and I think she quite enjoys it. Is it bad that I want to make her cry?

3. Teleporter
Yes, I fucking said it, a goddamn teleporter! Is that really too much to ask for 21st Century? I’m not asking for flying cars, to be taken back in time or to each lunch on Mars. I want to be able to teleport to all these areas to fuck people. I figured once this invention ever sees the light of day, that’s what people will be using it for. People all over the world would use it to fuck other people. I think a teleporter would bring world peace. I’m just sayin’.

4. James Deen
I recently just discovered the porn star, James Deen. I was never one to ever gawk over male porn stars and hardly ever knew names of male or female talent. I knew of Sasha Grey and Belladonna but James Deen struck a chord with me. It was when I watched him do a dom scene that he really got to me. He is a skinny boy and that is really not my type at all but it was his voice. Hearing him talk to girls and tell them what to do and just hearing him say “good girl” just makes me weak. I would absolutely love to have him call me and turn me into a pile of mush because I am aural and hearing him would be the ultimate dream at this point.

I can’t really think of anything else. I have all the sex toys I want for now. On my vanilla wish list I need a new classic iPod, a pair of Danskos, new camera lenses and a white gold necklace.

I will say I am very glad to have met: Jane Jett, Miss Crash, Jimi King, Mich Masoch and Dave Dawson this year. All though this year was trying, it was also fruitful with human connections and I really look forward to meeting even more people next year.

I want to thank you my readers for keeping me in “business” per say. I write this blog for some kind of timeline for my sexual life but it’s nice to hear from you and read your comments. I appreciate you keeping me afloat and your patience with me when I have gone through some very long lulls in my writing. Without your support, I don’t think I would have lasted this long and I thank you for that. I hope you have a wonderful and filthy holiday season.