Gracie\'s Playground

Distress
Friday December 13th 2013, 10:44 pm
Filed under: Fleshbot,Masochist,Masturbation,Sex
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“Pain will come with time, but time will heal the pain.”
― Anthony Liccione

I was on top of him riding his cock and when I looked at him through my black hair, I wanted to photograph him. He was staring at me with his tattooed arms splayed with a look of content. My nails dug into the tattoo on his chest and I wondered for that moment if I could fuck him and photograph at the same time. Then my eyes started to roll and my head fell back. My hand gripped the wall to keep me from falling off. I regain myself, stare back down at him watching me and bend down and kiss him.

He calls me his porn star and I am more than happy to oblige. He pushes my boundaries every time we meet and there are times when I am not comfortable but I am grateful for his efforts. He knows I’m in a shell and he’s determined to break me from it.

His voice is deceiving to his actions, it’s soft and smooth like velvet but his actions are stern and painful. I hadn’t come since the last time I was with him seven days prior. The second he pushed a finger inside me I was coming and flooding the panties he pushed to the side.

His kisses are fire. When he reaches up and grabs a fistful hair, I gasp against his lips. My hands wrap around his head. I can feel the coldness on his ear from walking outside. Then I feel the stubble on his jawline from a long day. I want him to consume me.

The past month’s events flooded my frontal lobe when he was behind me fucking me hard. I was begging him to fuck me, hurt me. The tears flowed and mixed with my sweat. He grabbed my hair and pulled me up, he licked the tears from under my left eye and pushed me back down on the bed. I watched him stroke his cock.

“Where do you want me come?”

“On me.” I spread my legs and started rubbing my clit in front of him.

I kept climbing and falling as he stroked and rubbed his cock against my cunt. When he came, I rubbed his slick cum into my wetness till I had an orgasm with my legs clamped around his thighs. My body shook till it fell limp.

Now I am balanced again. I can face what I have to face. I just know I will call on him again. The balancing act never lasts long and then I am fiend again.

He’s the sadist to my masochist.

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High
Thursday October 17th 2013, 9:34 pm
Filed under: Breath Play,Fleshbot,Masochist,Sex
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He came inside me and my hips kept grinding into the bed. His body fell beside me; I grabbed his hand and wrapped it around my throat while his other hand trailed between my legs. Two fingers entered into me and I gasped as I squeezed his hand tighter around my neck.

 

“You gonna come with my load inside you?” He whispered right against my ear.

My teeth were clenched and I managed a “Yess” as his fingers dug and rubbed against my g-spot.

“Come for me,” was the familiar chant.

“Yes, I want to come for you, over and over.” Was what I thought as my mind raced and my eyes rolled from the lack of oxygen. I hung my head into the large hand pressing against my jugular.

My body started to climb and vibrate. All the surrounding noise was gone as the boom exploded and I saw black. I could hear his sound of approval as noises of my panting for air started to register back to my consciousness.

Then the flood rushed to my frontal lobe and I was overwhelmed as my panting turned into a hyperventilated sob. It’s uncontrollable and my head fell into his arm as the hair clung to my face and shielded my eyes from him. Coming down is never easy when you get up so high.

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Grumpy Gracie
Wednesday August 28th 2013, 10:46 am
Filed under: Grace,Masochist,Masturbation
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The last time I saw him was July 20th. It seems ages away when you are used to seeing each other every weekend or every other weekend. It’s bad enough when the masochistic side of me is not fulfilled but now you take away the sex?

Enters a grumpy Gracie.

To avoid biting heads off I decided to make myself extremely busy practically exhausting myself so I didn’t think about this little fact that it would be over a month before seeing him again. Friends would check in on me and even one told me I should “get fucked”.

Enters a very grumpy Gracie.

Fellow women can feel my pain when it comes to actually finding a suitable man to have sex with. We require some basic things: an actual brain that is being used on the regular and can READ. Combing through emails and filtering men out is something I really dread. The disgusted looks on my face, as I read through less than a sentence email to canned emails dished out to anyone. With the use of smart phones just means even less effort is made with pleasantries.

Enters an even grumpier Gracie.

I finally have sex with some random guy. It was not horrible (I’ve had way worse) but it wasn’t mind blowing. It felt more like foreplay for me. I left his place even more unsatisfied. I am not one to have casual sex but that wasn’t worth repeating or even exploring further. It happens.

Enters the grumpiest Gracie.

I am left clawing the walls with weeks ahead of me still and clenching my teeth in anger. Another round of filtering men out and for once this group seems very promising. I actually connect with a few and even have phone sex with them. I’m still in the phase of trying to get our schedules to connect, as it’s tough at this age and with the kinds of jobs we have. Ah, to be young and with more expendable free time. Still not properly fucked but there is future promise.

In the mean time I am counting down to Friday evening where I have made him promise we are not leaving the place till Saturday evening. I am not letting his logical mind take over. No. This is serious. I need earth-shattering orgasms, sweat covered bodies and a plea for more.

I need to feel like me again.

And guys, you know what’s worse than shooting off unwanted cock shots to a woman? Telling her you love to eat pussy. We know you guys want to see tits and pussy and want a girl to suck your cock but that’s not how women work. Use the brains in your head, not the one between your legs.

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Release
Monday May 06th 2013, 9:00 pm
Filed under: Fleshbot,Grace,Masochist,Sex
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“Electric flesh-arrows… traversing the body. A rainbow of color strikes the eyelids. A foam of music falls over the ears. It is the gong of the orgasm.”
– Anais Nin.

My thighs were slick with wetness and the bed was a warm puddle of my orgasms. I pushed him on his back and whispered, “I want to fuck you.” His cock was full, thick and hard, as I climbed on top of him and sunk his cock inside me he let out a deep and slow, “Fuuuuck”. I pushed upward as started to grind his cock deeper inside me. The greedy sounds of my cunt riding his cock filled the air and I bit my lower lip. His hands met my nipples and started to squeeze. “Hurt me,” I groaned as I rode harder, it was the only real way for me to come on top, was the mix of pleasure and pain. His fingers pinched hard and my head fell back as my tongue licked the corner of my mouth. I feel so helpless and restless as I am on top.

I had to refrain from digging my nails into his flesh.

I had to refrain pushing my weight into his chest as I fucked him hard.

I had to refrain from pounding my fists into his thighs.

My head hung back swaying to the movement as I continued my anxious grinding and the escalation of my orgasm hit hard as I stared up at the white ceiling. “I’m going to fucking come,” I belted out of my throat. The window was wide open and everyone outside knew what was happening.

“Come for me,” the words enveloped me as his hands grabbed my breasts hard.

It was electric starting from my cunt shooting upward and out of my gaped mouth. It’s a moment of blurred sounds and sensations and I’m not in my body. I’m floating up in the air above and fell hard back inside. As I came down my fists fell to his chest and I collapsed from him as the intense feeling of “good” transformed instantly in to hard sobs. I cried, as if it were a loss of life. A small piece of me had died and I am mourning that piece, a true la petite mort. I curled into his neck and let every ounce of pain out as I gripped his neck holding on for dear life.

I sniffled and tried to regain my composure. “You must be tired of this,” I barely got from my lips.

“No. This is you releasing all that is pent up inside of you,” and he told me this with some understanding of what I keep buried inside me.

I started to sob again and he wrapped himself around me. He whispered in my ear and I responded back into his ear.

Again, I wiped away the sadness and looked at his still throbbing cock.

“That’s a shame,” I sniffed. “Do you want to fuck me?”

“We don’t…have, the time.” He tried to reason but I had already pushed my naked ass into the air and he didn’t argue with me. He moved behind me, grabbed my hips and pushed inside.

The thing about an intense orgasm is the cunt retracting and for me it causes even more tightness. So, when he drove his cock inside me, the electricity shot through my body again. My body vibrated as he worked himself in and out of me. I gripped the sheets with white knuckles and moaned into the mattress. Feeling him force me to open up to him was euphoria. His fingers dug into my hips as his body started to get rigid. The orgasm was strong as he let out groans for each spurt pushing the whole length inside. He fell beside me panting. I smiled at him from behind my arm.

Nothing is perfect. The things we experience may not be always be ideal. It’s what we take from those conflicting moments. Sometimes it takes years to digest and they haunt us in the most inconvenient of times. Letting go is the hardest part of life. Without complexity we are just animals trying to survive.

Song: Gods & Monsters by Lana Del Ray

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Pain
Monday April 08th 2013, 10:58 am
Filed under: Fleshbot,Masochist,Sex

pullIt’s a battleground in my mind with words, sadism and masochism causing a seductive maelstrom. It’s an addiction that never ends well but well worth the trip down the rabbit hole.

..

He’s not sadistic but he knows I need pain. It’s a contradiction for him. I don’t demand these acts from him because you can’t force someone to entertain a kink they are not in to. We kiss and it’s urgent, his tongue invading my mouth and me sucking every bit he can give me. My hand grabs at his head; I’m eager and push crashing his tooth into my bottom lip. I feel the tender pain and instant swelling. When he pulls away, I tongue at the wound and my cunt aches. I fail to tell him how sore I am from a sports massage because I don’t want him to handle me any differently.

I need to feel.

His mouth finds my nipple and I let out a low growl of a moan. My body writhes at the pleasure as my thigh rubs against the hard on hidden in his jeans and I feel teeth closing in. I hiss at the pain and I feel his cock swell. He’s not responding to the fact that he just bit me, he’s responding to my reaction. I used to confuse this response thinking I had turned him into the monster I wanted.

My cunt has been throbbing all day. There’s been a constant pain centered deep within. This happens when my mind is lost to words and thoughts that make vivid imagery haunting my psyche. It’s rather overwhelming and I keep indulging in this sin:

Another sip.

Another peek.

Another sigh.

I close my eyes while his hand travels down my stomach. The anticipation of his penetration sends me almost frantic as he parts my thighs. The silkiness of my cunt and that little gasp he makes at the first touch, “So soft, so smooth”. I wait with every nerve ending between my legs vibrating like a live wire. The fingers test the dampness and I’m a shameless slut; I’m drenched with thick and slick wetness. He notices, pushes a finger around and teases my ass. He could have easily taken it if he wanted. I push against his digits and I’m no longer in control of my actions my body has taken over being overly fervent and desperate.

I want to come.

I want to come.

I. Want. To. Come.

A finger slips so effortlessly inside, curls and rubs. My back arcs, my hands grab at him, at the sheets, at the cold iron bar on the headboard. My cunt floods his hand, my thighs, the panties, the sheets and the mattress. The orgasms come wave after wave and every bit of fluid in me is surging out of me like an unlocked dam. It’s more than usual and it’s all connected to that organ that sits inside my dark skull.

The moment the fury has subsided, “Fuck me,” blurts from my lips. It’s a call to action as my panties are tugged off; me turned over with my head buried in pillows and my ass high in the air. He is pushing off his clothes as fast as he can, positioning himself behind me with his hands on my hips. His cock prods at my slick cunt and it pushes but it catches, the angle could be wrong. When his hand leaves my flesh to adjust, my right hand catches him by the wrist and holds him tight.

I want to feel the pain.

I want to feel this.

I fucking need this.

I push back against him and his cock forces its way inside me. I let out a groan and let go of his wrist. He pounds into me hitting my cervix and I cry out filling his room with partial words and gibberish. My muscles scream with agony as tiny stabs warm my joints. His cock is swelling inside me, as his body gets rigid. I can feel the build growing in me with this rhythmic rubbing on my g-spot and body starts to vibrate.

“Come for me,” he pants.

Hearing him is all it takes. It’s a trigger that shoots from my ears straight to my cunt.

“Come with me,” he forces out.

We both seize at the same time. He pumps and I milk his cock. I love the way his fingers dig into my flesh when he holds on to me. I want his nails to dig and break the skin. My cunt pushes him out and we fall to the bed. When the panting subsides, the heart rate calms and the shaking stops; I can feel my body aching. Everything is tender to the touch as his hand glides around my back.

Later I find little bruises on the various areas the woman tenderized. I press into them and let out a sigh. The tension continues to build in my mind and it’s starting to weigh me down.

Note: Each post usually is tied to some song I’m playing over and over. This post is associated to Regina Spector’s Hero

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