Gracie\'s Playground

Hotel Rooms
Friday December 01st 2017, 9:14 am
Filed under: Grace,Mindfuck,Sex

Hotel rooms are so clean and sterile in a way. They are meant to be defiled. You walk in and check everything out. Then I always go for the bed. These rooms are meant for lovers. Not just families and people working abroad. You get to do whatever you like, wherever you like in this confined space. Lights out and curtains wide open. Seeing the city lights fill the room as one is being filled. It’s exhilarating. Wondering if someone can hear your moans. And if so, are they aroused as well? Imagining all the people across the open window can see in; witnesses to passion. White sheets soaked with sweat and sex. Skin radiating heat. Panting. How many times can you come before the sun pierces the night sky? It’s a game and you always want the new high score. Falling asleep, no, passing out from exhaustion. That, is why I enjoy hotels and my favorite activity in them.

Friday May 06th 2016, 2:41 pm
Filed under: Grace,Mindfuck,Sex
Photo by Rick Legal

Photo by Rick Legal

It was night; the curtains were drawn open on the huge window of the hotel room to let in the city lights from down below with the bright moon high in the sky. I was naked on my knees on the perfectly made bed, arms in front of me, cradling my head that was facing towards the glow. From the corner of my eye I could see his dark figure sitting in the corner facing my backside. I was so completely vulnerable, open and nervous.

The only time he touched me since getting inside the four walls was to slowly and methodically insert a metal plug into my ass with the bulb nestled against my g-spot. I was already wet with quickened breath. He then quietly sat down and remained, as my mind raced.

What was he thinking?

When would he move?

Why was he not using my body?

The months of texting and talking came to this very moment. So much was said, so many depraved acts spoken of and now here I was in the most submissive position I could be, when he knew full well I was no “sub”. But for him, I would do anything; only for him.

All I could hear was the pounding of my heart in my chest and my staggered breath. My lips parted as my mind thought of him fucking me till we bled and collapsed on the very bed I was positioned on. We only had so much time and it felt lost to him in a dark corner as he watched me.

I did not like it.

I hated it.

I wanted to cry.

This, I was not used to. Don’t stare at me. Why was he looking at me in such a fixated way? I felt like every flaw on my skin glowed at him. This was the epitome of torture for me. I was never an exhibitionist and I certainly did not like eyes on me. I would say his stare burned but the fact is, it burned everywhere. Being so exposed to this man that I have lusted and loved for months… years. All I wanted was our flesh joined in the way we have dreamt of for all this time.

Every second, every minute felt like an eternity. This bed was the stage and I was the only act. I had no blankets to hide under or clothes to wear. I felt faced with myself in front of him. Sure, I could have moved and hid but I didn’t move. My fingers wanted to grip the bedspread but there was nothing to grip without him noticing. I didn’t want to disappoint him. This wasn’t my time, it was his.

He could have been sitting there silently jerking off but I would not have known or been able to fully see. I wondered if his cock was hard or if he was in a Zen state staring at his prize.

I was his.

All his.

No other.

He possessed me long before this moment. I honestly don’t know what ran through his mind when it came to me specifically. I knew he carried the same dark monsters as mine but I never knew what he saw in his mind’s eye or if he had the courage to share. I knew I saw him as this force coming at me with pain, intensity and strength but attached, was love. I trusted him but right now I was terrified. I didn’t know which man I would be getting behind me.

I had no sense of time. The only noise was my mind screaming and panicking.

Please do something.



I’m not one to give up. I wasn’t going to break this challenge. He knew this was probably the one thing that would make me the most uncomfortable.

Only for him.

Because it’s him.

Don’t panic.

Yet, the whole time I was displayed as an object to be purchased with time, I was soaked. My cunt dripped wetness on to my inner thigh. Shame, I didn’t feel, till that moment.

He knew me.

I could hear his words in my mind. I wanted him. I needed him. Fate had crossed our paths for a reason. Here we were and I wanted nothing more than for his cock to invade me and make me scream with the countless orgasms he had given me in the past.

This moment.

This room.

Finally together.

As more wetness ran down my thigh, and as my mind raced in the frantic way it does when I was in an unbearable situation, he stood up and my mind snapped and focused.

I let out an audible gasp.

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The Room
Tuesday August 25th 2015, 9:07 pm
Filed under: Grace,Mindfuck,Oral
Photo by Rick Legal

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The room had one pathetic excuse for a lamp lit. There was a haze that lingered at the ceiling from tobacco smoke and other vices. The black out curtains had been drawn the whole weekend unless they were thrown open to fuck against the frigid bay window overlooking the city lights.

He was sitting at the small wobbly table frantically writing away in a worn notebook. You could always tell when he was in a trance by the cigarette burning away loosely between his lips. He never bothered to wipe away the fallen ashes.

She was lying on her stomach watching him from the bed. The covers littered the floor along with clothes that were strewn from two nights prior. The maid hadn’t seen the inside of the room since the previous occupants vacated.

There was a slight mannerism that caused her to crawl to him from her comfortable spot. He had extinguished the cigarette and licked his lips. His oral fixation was already nagging. This very act caused her insides to stir and she made her way to him. He didn’t even notice she was on the ground beside him. It was when she grabbed his left hand and pushed his lean fingers into her mouth that he snapped to reality. She licked the tobacco stained fingertips. He dropped the pen to the table and it rolled to the floor.

Eyes locked. Lust filled as if it were the first time. Over and over.

He pulled her up, pushed her to the bed, spread her legs and devoured her. Her arms flailed about reaching for a savor and found his head full of hair. She pulled him into her. She wanted to meld into him so there would never be this separation of the world between them. His mouth and fingers pushed her into another plane of existence. She was out of her body in the smoky haze above the bed. When she screamed obscenities into the stale air he knew he found the right spot and rhythm. He wouldn’t stop. She yelled in one syllable words and words he had never heard before. She saw bright lights and her body erupted without her consent. She wanted to ball up but he never allowed it. These orgasms were not for her but for him.

The tears flowed. She didn’t want him to stop. She knew in fifteen minutes she would be pining for more.

“No” and “Stop” were not in her vocabulary.

He always knew just when to stop and also knew when she would crawl back for more. It was when she passed out from the intensity of it all that he moved from the bed back to the wobbly table. Found his pen. Found a cigarette and lit it. He was back in his writing trance.

Special “Thank you” to Urban Sanyaasi for the inspiration.

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Friday July 17th 2015, 8:54 pm
Filed under: Grace,Masturbation,Mindfuck
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20 days sick.

7 months since sex.

5 hours of reading his words.

2 photos sent.

30 minutes of legs shaking.

1 skirt hiked up to the waist.

1 pair of panties slid to the side.

1 hand gripping the headboard.

1 hand gripping the vibrator.

14 minutes of fucking myself.

2 pairs of drenched panties.

2 times his name was moaned.

3 bites to the lower left side of the lip.

Countless gasps.

Countless orgasms.

0 panties on.


Thank you.


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Sex Dream
Thursday April 30th 2015, 9:56 am
Filed under: Mindfuck,Oral

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I’m lying in some small room or maybe even in some kind of vehicle. Two guys accompany me: one behind me by my head and the other in my view. He dips his dirty middle finger inside my cunt.

“Oh, she’s wet,” he gloats.

I distinctly remember seeing the glisten of my wetness on his finger when he pulled out to show his other male companion. I am not happy with this man in front of me. Yet when his finger penetrated me, I had no choice but to feel this longing ache somewhat triggered and satisfied.

I push the dirty man away from me and choose the silent one behind me to take over. Our bodies shuffle around and he chooses to put his head between my legs. I was not expecting this act but his head goes down I gasp. It has been so long that the anticipation had gotten the better of me. His face shoots up in alarm. I close my eyes and try to calm down. I’m sure in reality I was moaning in my sleep. In the dream I pushed my head to the back of his head.

My alarm goes off and I don’t come.

Fucking dreams.

Fucking life.

I need to get laid. Even my subconscious tells me so.

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