Aug 27

Mischa Eliot

Masturbation Monday: Bound to be Teased

I had originally planned to write the male POV from Known Stranger, however when I saw the image of the woman bound to the table, I couldn’t help myself. I decided to write this instead. Here is Part One (Yep, you gotta come back next week for Part Two) of Bound to be Teased. Enjoy!


Masturbation-Monday-Week-104I writhed against the hard black lacquered table. My nipples had never been clamped before and even though these had been adjusted to my sensitivities prior to the party, they still hurt. I couldn’t put the pain out of my mind. My safe word is ginger. I kept repeating that in my head. I knew I could end it at any moment. But I wanted to make him proud, my master.

There were lips, tongues, teeth, and fingers teasing my bound body. I was a newly trained submissive and after months of keeping me mostly to himself and small groups, my bear of a master decided to throw a party in celebration. Celebration of me, as I was the main attraction.

Struggling against my bindings was of no use. I knew this, but had to try anyway. It was part role as a submissive and part animal-brain that told me I was trapped and should fight to get free. I feared that I would disappoint my master.

“Master G,” a woman with a lilting voice accompanied by jasmine-scented perfume approached the table, “I have a beautiful boy that would look delectable as your little girl here sucked his balls and cock. Interested?” My eyes rolled up to look at the woman. She was pretty in her red feather mask covered in glittery designs and wearing a black dress that allowed her large breasts to be easily taken out and adored.

“Let me see this boy and I’ll consider it,” my master’s voice was full of desire and I wondered if it was for me or all the other sights around the room. We had turned the living room into a large sex-dungeon that spilled into the dining room and study. With a snap of fingers, a male submissive came to kneel before my master. I couldn’t see him so instead focused my eyes on the others touching and teasing me.

My pussy throbbed, but remained untouched. My juices leaked into a sticky puddle between my spread thighs. I couldn’t figure out why they didn’t want to taste me. I wondered if they had to be given permission or if I were being saved for someone later. One person had been tongue-fucking my belly button and in my mind I pretended it was my clit. I squirmed against the table, hoping to get closer to the orgasm peeking at me from the edge.

Torrents of pleasure consumed me. My feet were being rubbed and toes were being sucked. Not something I would ever considered erotic and yet I moaned in pleasure as that hot little tongue flicked against the underside of each toe.

I had missed the consent of my master and there was a pretty male submissive suddenly straddling my face, his balls resting on my chin. He was completely free of hair and slight of frame, unlike my big bear of a master. I flicked my tongue against the underside of his cock and tasted salty goodness. I slurped on his balls like a good little girl. The bottom half of my body was suddenly lifted up to expose my ass. I knew the table could shift but hadn’t been told how. A gentle slap against my ass told me someone found the ping pong paddles.

Unable to prevent it, I cried out with the ball in my mouth. The submissive above me squirmed a bit, his nipples being flicked and pinched, only to have nipple clamps affixed to him as well. I switched to the other ball, sucking and swirling my tongue around it. I moaned in my throat every time I was spanked and soon I could feel something dripping onto my face. I realized moments later it was pre-cum. He was leaking from the head of his cock and I wanted to taste it.

Before I realized it, his cock was entering my mouth, but just the head and maybe an inch. I was in the wrong position to take him deep, but I didn’t care. I sucked that head and inch as well as I would if I had a throat full of cock. I shoved my tongue into the slit, flicking and slurping on the little bit of length. The male sub moaned and pulled his own hair.

“Please, mistress, if she keeps this up I will disobey your order. Please allow me to climax. I bid your mercy,” the words became one long moan and then a long intake of breath as he tried to prevent himself from breaking his mistress’s rule.

“What do you think, Master G, are you willing to allow him to shoot his seed into your slave’s mouth,” I could hear the smirk in this woman’s voice, but I couldn’t stop myself from doing my best work. I kept sucking and flicking my tongue against the sensitive head. My pussy throbbed with need I felt like I would erupt on his behalf if he weren’t allowed.


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Aug 27

Mischa Eliot

Reviewed: New Release: Gifts from the Old God — Nicci Haydon

If you haven’t been paying attention (which you really should be) you’ll already know who Nicci Haydon is. She’s an amazing Erotica Author that explores various kinks and fetishes. Her writing will pull you in and when you’ve come out of it, you’ll be sitting in a puddle of your own desire. You won’t know how it happened, but you’ll be completely satisfied and maybe a little embarrassed when it happens. Especially if you’re reading her in a public place. (I’ve had to stop reading her at work.. heh.)

Now she’s out with her third published work: Gifts from the Old God. It’s sensually arousing in a way you can’t imagine until you read it. Even if you aren’t interested in tentacle sex, you will enjoy the story. She takes something that is terrifying and turns it into a sensual fuck fest. People are fucking in the streets. Will the Old God rise and take humanity back into the Dark Ages? Will Juliana give into her deepest, darkest, frightening desires? You won’t know what the ending is until you get there.

Oh yes, and don’t forget the bonus stories! There are those as well featuring other characters seen within the story that aren’t explored. Yum, the three students in the library… and the couple in the study… so many hot desires explored in this book how could you not want to take a peek?

I give Gifts from the Old God 5 stars for ratcheting up my desire, peaking the thrillseeker inside me, and giving me an ending that kept me aching for more.

A tale of tentacle sex and cosmic terror.

via New Release: Gifts from the Old God — Nicci Haydon

Aug 26

Mischa Eliot

Featured from Elsewhere: Raven Rambles on Etiquette — Naughty Quills

Seriously, people – mind your manners. Please. (See how I did that?)

Hi all, Raven here, with Thursday thoughts on etiquette… Yeah, weird do you think? Etiquette and not the ‘don’t slurp your tea from the saucer’ kind. Although don’t do that either in polite company. I’m talking about the do’s and don’ts of authoring. Be you established or not there are some things you just do […]

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Aug 25

Mischa Eliot

Fending off the … Fans?

Writing Erotica

Let me tell you, one of the best ways to learn how to write is to write smut. It’s intricate, it’s messy, it’s downright naughty. It’s also a great way to learn what makes a character tick. What will they do to get that thing they want so bad? Yes, you can learn writing from other forms, however… think about it. Sex is Scandalous. Some people will do whatever it takes to keep their kinky desires secret. The best way to learn plot twists and secrets and desires is to start writing kink.

Secrecy

Some people shout from the rooftops that they write erotica. Other people hide it like a miser hides money. Usually the reason people hide it has nothing to do with embarrassment or shame. It’s because they know exactly what their friends and family would say if they found out that they write kinky stories about pegging and hot women cuckolding their husbands.

I’m in between. Some people know a little, some people know enough, others have read my writing. My issue is those who have decided they want more than just the writing. Let me give you a little secret: Erotica Authors are not out there in the world having orgies and threesomes or whipping submissives or being punished by dominants. Well, not ALL of them anyway. Some are in the lifestyle, but more often than not, they are simply writing from their own imagination.

I know people in the life. We chat. I have them read my writing to let me know if it’s realistic. My issue is all the BDSM writing out there that doesn’t contain consent. I didn’t include safe word or hard limit discussions in Fiona and Her Knotty Life, but it was an established relationship. Meaning at some point in the boring background it was discussed. On top of that, they were in a safe location with an intermediate both times.

The Awkwardness of Conversations

I’ve had some awkwardness with people who know what I do. There are those who are funny and ask for boob pics. However, this person has been asking for boob pics since the inception of our friendship and it’s just one of our lovely quirks. “Boobs?” “No boobs.” “Booo.” There’s more to this friendship than meets the eye, but nothing salacious. Well, this is the friend that tied me up and then so kindly untied me. There’s trust. He knows where my lines are drawn and respects them.

You have to have lines in the concrete from the person who wants to sit next to you when you’re trying to write that supernova of a climax to those who want to have you stop over and bend over. It’s difficult to write something steam when someone is sitting there next to you trying to read over your shoulder. It drives me a little batty. I never get any writing done when I’m interrupted on a break at work. It irks me because I’m not hounding them on their break. It’s my lunch break and I’ve earned it. Just because I take it much later than others (it’s more convenient and makes the afternoon shorter) doesn’t make it any less important than their own.

So yes – draw that line. Let people know that this is your time. If you’re a little less capable of doing that, like myself (I have this insane urge to be nice to people who tend to get walked on regularly) then change-up your location. If there’s more than one place to hide on your break, do so. It doesn’t matter if you’re writing on your phone or a little laptop or with pen and paper, but get those words down.

 

Aug 22

Mischa Eliot

Masturbation Monday: Known Stranger

Wow, this quickie did not want to end. I had so much fun writing it. I planned on breaking it into two parts, but realized it was 3 minutes to the cut-off time, so here it is, in its complete glory. What would you do if you went out for an anonymous one-night stand and it ended up not being so anonymous?


“Is it true? The things that I’ve heard about you,” the man pressed against me as the music flowed over our bodies, in time with the beating of our hearts. His voice was gruff, the timbre caused an ache I hadn’t felt since I’d ended things with my long-time partner. The arms that wrapped around me were well-muscled. He had to be half a foot taller than I, even in the heels I wore.

I pressed myself against the hardness of his body, unsure what to say. I didn’t know what he had heard about me and I really wasn’t interested in finding out. It was apparent that he liked what he’d heard, I could feel obvious stiffness in his pants against my backside.

One strong hand slid up my belly to my breast and then to my neck, where he squeezed just enough to make my eyes flutter shut. I let my head fall back against the hardness of his chest and allowed my lips to part, the gasp lost in the thumping of the tantric sounds.

Lips pressed against my ear, and wet warmth slid around the outside as he traced it with his tongue. Thoughts fled as desire zinged down from my ear causing other places to throb and my hips thrust back, pressing my ass against his erection. Unable to wait much longer, I turned in his arms and slid a room key into his shirt pocket.

“Room 1131. Thirty minutes,” turning away caused my skirt to flare and flap against his hard length, I walked out of the club to the bank of elevators around the corner. It was nice having a nightclub inside a hotel. Very convenient for me to fulfill my deepest, most naughty desires. I rode to the 11th floor and headed for the room.

I hoped that he would show up. Sometimes they didn’t and that disappointed me, but I understood. Some people weren’t made for a one-night stand. Tonight had been the second time I’d been in the club because the first person I’d tried to tempt with my swaying hips didn’t show up. It was nearly closing time now and I had to head back home first thing in the morning.

I showered and freshened my makeup. The club was dim with flashing lights. The only area with proper lighting was near the bar and after one strong drink, I didn’t go near it the rest of my visit. I enjoyed the anonymity the club gave me for my liaisons. While I waited for him to make his decision, I lotioned my skin and put on a plain mask to hide my face.

The room had a queen-sized bed and a small sitting area with a television. There was an ottoman in front of the chair and I moved it to the center of the open space. Right in front of the door. Other than my high heels, fishnets, and the mask, I was naked. I pushed the chair to the far wall and left it there. Just as he swiped the card and the lock clicked open, I was positioning myself over the ottoman so that the first thing he’d see was my ass in the air, my drenched lips and thighs ready for the taking.

I heard the intake of his breath. I had forgotten the music that I normally turned on for these little trysts and, just for a moment, I had regretted that. It didn’t matter now, it was too late, so I let it go. Little sounds indicated he was removing his shoes, a belt buckle, then the sliding sound as he pulled it through the loops, but I didn’t hear it hit the floor. Instead, the leather slid along my raised ass, down my spine, then back again. He traced my thigh, then the whoosh before it struck my flesh. I flinched, a whimper exiting my lips, a gasp as I was smacked again.

“Is this what you’re looking for,” another smack, then another. My ass would be layered in red welts. Beautiful red welts. I wanted more, so I decided it would be best to speak up.

“Yes, Sir,” the words were low and lost among my cries as he struck me again and again.

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you,” another smack, then another. Now my thighs were feeling the heat from the belt.

“More, Sir! Please, use me as you want. However, you want,” my ragged breathing still made it hard to speak, but I did my best. Another smack. I longed to feel his hand spanking me as well, but for now the belt would do.

I wondered if this man, who’s face I barely glimsped in the dim light of the club, was enjoying himself. I wanted to be used. My desire flooded between my thighs as he continued to glide the leather along my skin between smacks. I lay across the ottoman, trembling. I waited for the next whoosh to indicate a smack, but it didn’t come. I was so tense that my muscles vibrated as my pulse sang with pleasure.

Another sound and the belt landed on the floor. I thought he might use it to restrain me, but it wasn’t a requirement. Next, soft sounds of clothing were being removed and I still didn’t dare to turn my head to look at this stranger.

A moan escaped my lips, long and drawn out, as he ran his tongue from my pussy lips to the nape of my neck. I’d never been licked like that before, from one end to the other, and my nerves flared up with such glorious attention. Back arching, ass raising itself to him, I waited for him to enter me, but that was not what happened.

He slid a hand around my neck and squeezed with the same gentle attention he had before. I stretched, allowing his entire hand to encompass the length of flesh. Teeth bit down on my shoulder, but not hard enough to leave a mark. Just enough to make me thrash a little underneath his weight.

The smell of whiskey and sex filled my nose and I wiggled my hips against him, hoping he would shove his cock into me. Instead, he backed away and spanked me several times on my sore ass.

“You’re in too much of a hurry,” his gruff voice gave away his desire and I smiled, even though he couldn’t see it. Hands spread my ass cheeks as far apart as they would go, squeezing them hard. I writhed beneath his rough touch of my sensitive cheeks. While difficult to keep myself in place, I wanted to please him, this stranger who had chosen to come to my room tonight. He was exactly what I needed tonight.

Fingers delved into my wetness and lifted my ass up high again to give him better access. I received another smack on my ass, this one feeling more playful than punishing. His fingers were so long and caressed the bundle of nerves hidden away. I rocked my hips in time with the movement of his fingers, only to receive another smack.

“Stay still unless I say otherwise, Slut.” Fingers continued to pump into me, over and over and I hadn’t been given permission to climax, not yet. I held myself stiffly, cries and whimpers slipping through my lips as I pressed them together tight. I sank my nails into the soft outer shell of the ottoman, trying to keep myself from sliding over the edge.

“Good girl.” His fingers left me and I felt empty. I could tell he stood and I wasn’t sure what would be next. Then he kneeled in front of my face and spread his thighs open. Long and thick, hard length with a purple head and glistening pre-cum sliding down the shaft appeared before my lips.

Before I could use my hands to take control of this monster cock, he grabbed me by the wrists. I reached out with my tongue, the tip of it barely brushed against him, but I tasted salty tang. I wanted more. My stranger adjusted my once he released my wrists so that I could slide his cock into my mouth, followed by my throat. Once I had every inch inside me, I started humming a random tune. I felt his entire body start to vibrate as he struggled for control. I didn’t get to suck him for very long, he grabbed my hair and pulled himself free.

Quick and quiet, he stood on shaky legs. With a few steps he was behind me. I had a trail of saliva that sprung back and smacked my chin when he had pulled away. Now, glistening strings hung from my nose and chin. I had enjoyed the taste of him, the smell of his skin pressed against my face. I wondered if he’d let me suck him off after he fucked me.

That giant purple-headed cock started pushing its way into me and I tried so hard not to struggle, but he was so big and it had been a little while since I’d taken such girth. His hand came down on my ass hard and I held still, trembling between ecstasy and fear. Sweat had broken out along my forehead, my breath ragged. I still wanted him.

“Please,” I begged, my voice shaky from losing control moments before. I waited to see if he would continue or abandon my needs.

Another smack to my ass, harder this time, “Please what?”

“Sir, please, fuck me. Fuck me now,” I pushed my hips and ass back against him, hoping he would take me now. I didn’t care if it hurt, I just needed that length inside me, pummeling me until starbursts exploded behind my eyes.

Grabbing my ass, he spread me wide open as before and pushed himself forcibly inside. I screamed out, my claws scarring the soft fabric of the ottoman as I sank them into it. I was grateful it was the footstool and not his flesh, unless he enjoyed having sharp nails sunk into him. I suppose I would never know.

Instead of pulling out to slam into me, without waiting for me to be comfortable with his thick length, he started grinding against me, moving his hips in circles. I cried out from the pain and pleasure. The feel of every inch of his cock rubbing every nerve-ending along my inner walls caused sparks to jump from one nerve to the next. I struggled to stay still beneath his masterful hand, but I couldn’t. I struggled and writhed against him.

I felt him shifting behind me and my cheek hit the carpet. He’d lifted me up and over the ottoman. I used my hands to stabilize myself as best I could, but then he was pounding into me with such force that I thought I may end up with rug burn on my cheek.

“Yes, don’t stop, please don’t stop,” The long, drawn out words ended in a jumbled heap of sound that I had lost control of. The way his cock pummeled my pussy was too much. Too much pleasure. Too much pain. Blurring the line between the two was something I thrived on. I would be sore longer than a week after this, but I didn’t care.

The cock inside me pulled all the way out, then my weight was lifted off the floor altogether. My back hit the bed and before I could move, this man, this wonderfully giant-cocked man, was pushing inside my widened wet hole all over again. He yanked my legs up over his shoulders and grabbed hold of my hips hard.

“Look at me as I fuck you,” the command in his voice was hard to deny. I looked at him, my eyes widened in shock as I recognized him. It didn’t matter because he started pounding into me before I could think. Moans tore themselves from my lungs, out of my mouth to bounce off the walls and echo in the room. He rode me hard, like a cowboy in the rodeo chasing down a calf.

I sunk my nails into his arms and he groaned with pleasure, so I dug them in even further. I knew he would like it. I couldn’t believe it was him. I didn’t remember him being this huge, but then I’d been fucking him all the time and didn’t have much of a chance to tighten any of my vaginal muscles then.

Orgasm after orgasm exploded inside me, first just a little one, that was covered up by a higher, frothier wave, which was swallowed by a tsunami. I never knew how he could bring me like that, wave after wave. I had missed it and him.

He grabbed tighter at my hips and lifted my ass off the bed to pound deeper into my tight snatch. The wild bucking of his hips gave me the knowledge that he was about to succumb. Within seconds I felt hot, thick streams of semen shoot into my depths and tightened my cunt muscles as much as possible. I wanted every single drop. He cried out at my actions and pounded harder. And then he leaned against my legs, watching my eyes, for what was to come.


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