Gracie\'s Playground

Exposed
Friday May 06th 2016, 2:41 pm
Filed under: Grace,Mindfuck,Sex
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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.

Anything.

Please.

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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A Letter
Sunday August 17th 2014, 9:59 am
Filed under: Grace,Masturbation,Mindfuck,Sex
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[Redacted],

I’m nestled in bed and woke up hung over. I wondered if last night was some elaborate dream. Then I saw the pile of blanket and towels on the floor. That was so real. My body feels almost sated, almost. Never quite. It’s not begging me for sex in that biological way.

I can’t even imagine what it will be like in the flesh. Will I be so over stimulated that I will get lost in such physical interactions? I want to find out. I want to see the man behind the curtain. The man that was building me up for days till I exploded with uncontrollable desire, need and lust. Was it calculated or luck on your part? How many women have left in a quivering heap of wet, sweat and tears? Is this your foreplay? What happens when we are eye to eye, do you play out the acts you so delicately described?

No, no one has achieved what you did to me last night. Every word that came from your fingertips was a thrust into my psyche that shot between my legs. The moans the left my lips, the wetness the dripped down my thighs, it was all very physical and yet I wanted nothing more than to hear you, to know your arousal was equally matched to mine and I wanted your orgasm. I wanted us equally matched on this mental plane. You were so deep inside me.

Thank you for the intentional or non-intentional evening with you. It can only get better from here, right?

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One Night
Monday June 23rd 2014, 8:25 pm
Filed under: Grace,Sex
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Our bodies were drenched in sweat. He was behind me and my back was arched. I could feel his puffs of breath against my back as he tried to be as deep inside me as I pushed against him. I felt cold droplets of sweat from his hair pierce the layer of hot wet with each movement.

“Take it.”

“Take it.”

“Take it.”

Was the chant as I fisted the bed sheets.

“I’ll take it.”

“Give it to me.”

“Give me your orgasms.”

Were his responses.

Every time he pulled out, I would have aftershocks. My body would quake and twitch. The tears would well up in my eyes. I had come undone with him. He wanted to give me his desire and he fully did.

One night and that was all.

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Sweat, Wet and Tears
Thursday March 20th 2014, 11:47 am
Filed under: Grace,Sex
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I was dreaming that he woke me up with his mouth next to my ear speaking filth while his hands grabbed at me. I was panting and while I slept I felt physically aroused.

When I woke up he was sleeping beside me. We were fully clothed and I nestled into his neck. His arms wrapped around me finding the bare skin between my jeans and tank top. I pushed his hand from the small of my back around between my legs. I was burning up, I then maneuvered his hand to unbutton my jeans and slip inside between the layers of clothes.

I moaned when his hand teased at my clit. I could feel the wetness pooling and started to shove down my panties and jeans. He always does this thing with teasing. He knows I want his fingers inside me. He knows I get off from penetration. He also knows that the anticipation of it all is what drives me.

More teasing.

More heavy breathing.

More an-ti-ci-pa-tion.

“Fuck me.” I blurted out.

There were no questions or hesitation. He yanked his jeans and boxers off, I turned over and raised my ass to the air and he pushed my legs apart. That first invasion. That state of being filled and stretched. It always steals my breath. It always feels new and unfamiliar. My hands grabbed handfuls of sheets as my face buried into the pillow. The wetness was dripped down my thighs as he plunged in and out. This makes me see colors and shadows; it’s a different dimension when being fucked. Time stands still and the world stops. All this energy and life is being shoved inside me.

I can tell when he is about to come. His cock gets rigid and full. The throb pushes against the nerves and I want to come with him.

I whisper between thrusts, “You’re gonna come, I can feel it. Come inside me.”

His fingers dig into my sweaty flesh and as he made that punctuate thrust, I screamed into the pillow. I’m overwhelmed with a crashing wave of emotions and the tears flow. My body was limp and heaving by the time he fell beside me. He moved some wet hair away.

“I can’t tell what’s sweat and tears.” He whispered.

I chuckled and wiped the sticky hair from my face, “It’s a little bit of everything.”

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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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