Archive | June, 2010

Filthy E-Mail #37.

30 Jun

After I am finished with you. Finished hitting you, and kissing you, licking you, fucking you… After I have taken the blindfold off, just so I could see that look in your eyes when I slap you… after I have eaten your ass, after I have made your nipples as sore as I could…. after…

after your whimpers faded, and you’ve rested in my arms, you let me know you are not done. That you haven’t forgotten. You haven’t forgotten any of the things you were waiting to do to me.

You move on top of me, so close to me. Teasing my ass with your hard cock. Your cock, picked especially for my ass. To be sweet to me. I reach my hand down just for a moment to feel how wet you have made me. I’m scared. But I want to be a good girl.

You ease your way into me, slowly. Slowly fucking me. Starring deep into my eyes… terrified and excited. In pain, and in fucking heaven. You holding my hands above my head as you grind into me.

You move in close, right to my ear. Even just your breath drives me crazy. The hot whisper of your words, with all of your weight on top of me and the feeling of my ass filled with your cock… and even though it hurts, the combination of those things just makes me want to take it more. You whisper. I’m being such a good girl. Such a good girl for you.

xo

Filthy E-Mail #36.

29 Jun

There is no better way to start the day than biking to work in the sunshine, cunt sore on the seat, a sexy girl’s dirty panties in my back pocket, knowing she’s still naked and sleepy in my bed. Damn.

Filthy E-Mail #35.

28 Jun

I am ignoring the porn your sending me for now because I’m at work and easily distracted by pictures of naked ladies. Especially when there’s rope involved.
I really can’t wait to take you home Thursday night, tie you up like a pretty little present and fuck the hell out of you.

See you soon.
xo

Filthy E-Mail #34

27 Jun

I can send you some really dirty stuff, but the question is how much smut can you handle?

Filthy E-Mails #33.

26 Jun

You’d better.
I’m looking forward to it already. You’re sexy as hell when you top me.
But I’d be lying if I said I haven’t been jerking off like a teenager thinking about all the filthy things I want to do to you…
See you soon.

Filthy E-Mail #32.

26 Jun

Serious trouble means you are definitely not getting spanked and absolutely not getting fucked.
Serious trouble means tying you up, blindfolded and gagged, and petting you with only the lightest of touches until you are panting for the slap of my hand against your ass. I could leave you like that for hours, soaked and whimpering, while I get myself off watching you squirm…

Filthy E-Mail #31.

25 Jun

Wait, are you saying I have a choice between no underwear and a short skirt that might just blow up when, say, we’re on the ferry? I can’t make that call… surprise me.

Are you home? You should call me if you are.

Filthy E-Mail #30.

24 Jun

What are you doing?
It’s funny that you’re in my house.
It’s very hard to concentrate here.

Filthy E-Mail #29.

23 Jun

If I was to bring home a paddle with fun fur on it – which is what happens when you make fun of a perfectly fine toy – would you prefer red, black or leopard print?

A bit of a trick question, really, since:

a. you’ll be blindfolded, and
b. leopard print, obviously.

Can’t wait to see you.

Filthy E-Mail #28.

22 Jun

I’m surprised at the rush I get. The rush I get from being on top of you. From slapping your face… spanking your ass. The rush I get just from sitting back and looking at your ass, so red. How wet it makes me to look at you, just lying there… waiting…. panting…

By this time I already had your hands bound above your head. Your eyes blindfolded, and your mouth gagged. By this time I have already stripped you and put a pair of little lace panties on you. You look so pretty. I put those on you just to look at you in them. Just to spank you in them. I put them on just so that I could pull them down. Once you felt that lace on your legs, moving up your legs…. you could feel them. You know what I was doing and I could tell from your body. From how you seemed to get smaller. smaller from a little shame.

After I’ve made your ass red enough I move may way up your body. Grazing, rubbing, pushing my tits all over your skin. All over your red ass. I work my way up to your ear to whisper to you. To tell you how wet you would get from the sight of your own ass right now. So red… in your pretty little panties.

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