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.

It’s the little things I notice when I am with him. Like when his cock twitches in my mouth when his hands wrap into my thick, long hair.

Some things I discovered on my own with him but he has given me little hints like how the underneath of his cock near the head is quite sensitive. I always make sure to give this area extra attention with my hand, tongue or mouth.

I love the little sighs he makes when I first envelope his cock into my mouth. Or when he grabs the headboard when he is near coming in my mouth.

He enjoys it when I lightly bite the front of his throat along with licks in between. His throat will vibrate against my lips.

What we share together is the gasp when he first pushes his cock all the way into my cunt. We are both lost for that moment and savoring the feeling. I always want it to last longer than it does.

He never admitted to being much of a sadist but when he is pinching or biting my nipples I can feel his cock rage and pulse with hardness against my thigh.

Then there are the little things that he does that trigger me. His breath in my ear. Him whispering how he wants to fuck me. There are times I orgasm just with this act.

Or the times when my ass is propped up in the air and his hand would trail between my legs. I never know if he would plunge his fingers inside me or do the rare slap on my wet pussy, which always made me gush.

The moment I enjoy the most is that feeling of animalistic need wash over me when we kiss and I grab the back of his head and pull him closer to me by the hair. Those are the moments when I bite and scratch and don’t remember a thing. The only thing I do remember is the panting from a post-orgasmic trip.

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She was lying on the ground huffing through her wet panties that I had shoved inside of her mouth. A bright red hand print was glowing under her tears. Helpless, she laid beneath me completely stripped of clothing and shaking. I lost my patience with her begging for forgiveness for coming without permission. The one rule that makes me venomous: don’t come without permission, a rather simple and easy rule to follow. However, when you tell a slut to abide by such a rule it turns into a fatal challenge. Tonight she lost the battle.

“I expect you to make this up to me.” I calmly said after I counted to ten in my head after slapping her square across the face. I straddled her legs closed hovering above her to stare into her face.

She whimpered through the black lacy panties in her mouth and nodded her head up and down. Her lips were trembling and the tears were staining her pretty white flesh. The red lipstick that she put on heavily had smeared and blended with the hand print, the mascara was starting to bleed and she still looked beautiful to me.

My face closed in on hers as I could feel the heat of my slap radiating from her cheek. I licked a stream of tears up to the corner of her eye. The whimpering started to taper and I place my lips near her ear.

“I want you to stop crying and pull yourself together my fuck doll. I want you well aware of what I am about to do to you. It is about time we make this union more official. I am going to mark you my love.” I whispered into her ear with grave seduction. I could feel her cunt press upward towards my core. I gave a throaty laugh. “Well, there is no objection and after this, no safe word for you to blurt out.”

I moved off of her to fetch my pretty shiny tools from the drawer in my room as I left her lying on the ground like a discarded object. When I returned she was exactly where I had left her. She hadn’t moved an inch. I wondered if fear was riddling her blood as she was mentally preparing for what I was about to do to her.

“Spread your legs,” I said when I reached her feet.

Her legs quickly spread for me revealing the dildo still lodged inside of her bare cunt. I sat between her open legs.

“I wonder when you became such a slut. I even wonder more at what point you decided you were going to just give in to me.” I opened the slender box and pulled my scalpel out.

She looked at me with such content and I gave her the look of love and passion. I have always wanted her and to have her was quite a prize for my patience of playing the game of cat and mouse with her.

My eyes moved back to her sopping wet cunt and her clit was still engorged. A grin formed, she wanted this and hasn’t backed down one bit. She knew if she didn’t want this she could have pulled the panties from her mouth and left me. I never restrained my sluts because I insisted on 100% obedience from them. There was essentially always a way out but that also meant the union would be dissolved.

I bent down, watched her flat stomach concave and her ribs push out. I smelled her sex and flicked her clit with my tongue. Her body convulsed and her skin started to crawl with goose bumps. I tore the alcohol prep from its packaging and starred down at her hairless cunt. I focused on my new blank canvas looking for the right spot. I rubbed the cool, smelly cloth on the right side of her cunt below the pelvic bone. Her body jerked at the sudden sensation as her head was propped up watching me work.

Steady, the scalpel was poised in my hand. Curved cuts are never fun to do in flesh since it has to be done in one consistent stroke. I knew she wanted this as she anxiously watched me. I didn’t have to ask her, I didn’t need her permission to mark her. We have talked about it over and over prior to this moment. She just never knew when it would happen.

“Stay still, you know I have to do part of this in one stroke.”

She nodded her head up and down as she attempted to calm herself, trying to prepare mentally for what was about to happen. My eyes bore into hers one last time and then I focused on my task at hand…carving a “G” into my property.

As the tip kissed her skin she breathed in and I started the beginnings of the “G”. I was accurate, quick and ached when I watched the crimson red blood seep from her fresh wound. I let her catch her breath before I made the last stroke.

“Alll-most done,” as I made the last cut.

I knew it wasn’t sanitary but I had to lick her, had to clean her wound with my tongue. I bent down catching the droplets of blood that has run away from their doorway. I licked upward tasting her sweet life on my tongue. She bucked against my tongue and hissed when I reached her “G”. When my tongue broke away from her flesh I savored her blood and swallowed her inside of me. Immediately I broke open another wipe, cleaned her up and dressed her wound. The last thing I wanted was my doll to get ugly with infection and disease.

My eyes shifted to her cunt as I saw how wet she had become since I started this ritual. I pushed in my middle finger and heard a groan in her throat then pushed in another finger, this time she yelped. I curled my fingers inside of her searching for her spot, that spot that would make her gush around my flesh. She writhed like a slut dying with lust.

“You are so beautiful when you are addicted.”

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