Naughty Notes

With the House to Ourselves...

2010-10-29T09:07:00.000-07:00

Alone in the house tonight: A rare treat and one that is soon to become even rarer. I hope you agree we must make sure we take advantage of this opportunity. I suggest we get supper out of the way as soon as possible, open a bottle of decent red wine and retreat upstairs as soon as possible to devote the entire evening and a good part of the night to each other, to our desires, to sex.

You’ll have your own ideas of how we can use the time, of course, but you will find that I have already been drinking pineapple juice to sweeten the taste of my spunk. I will ultimately want you to kneel in front of me while I unload into your mouth, but I’m getting ahead of myself…

As soon as we have closed up and retired to our private little stronghold we will lock the doors and I want you to submit to having your collar and wrist and ankle cuffs strapped firmly on, even though you are still wearing your day-clothes. At some point I will undress you and will strap you into your leather harness and o-ring gag. I will undress as well and we will pleasure each other, either standing up or lying on the bed.

You will suck my cock as I lick at your clitoris, finger your cunt and make your arsehole ready to receive. First to go up there will br the n-joy, cold and hard but oh so smooth and subtly curved, slipping past your ring muscles bump by bump until it is in as deep as it will go and you have acquired a shiny steel tail. By this time you will be well and truly wet and I will be breathing in your unique, captivating perfume and lapping up your sweet nectar. Carefully I will draw the njoy out of you again and you won’t be able to resist giving a sharp little intake of breath or a little moan of pleasure as each bump stretches you a little again in its way out.

By now your arsehole will be ready for something a little more filling. The inflatable butt-plug, well-lubed of course, will be gently introduced and inflated. You will move over into the old armchair where you will be attached to the chair legs by your ankles so that you are spread wide. A chain attached to the collar will run down behind the chair and be fastened so that you cannot bend forward. Nipple clamps will be put on you, your wrist-cuffs will be locked together and attached to the clamps by a chain of such a length that when you reach down to your clitoris (as I want you to do) it will tug at your nipples. In this position you will masturbate yourself until you orgasm and I will stand over you and watch. You will have the njoy on hand to help you if you wish and your co-operation in this will be encouraged by use of the riding crop on your breast and inner thighs.

When you have come, I will release you from the chair and you will kneel while I wank myself off into your mouth. You will hold my semen there until I sit up on the bed, you will then sit on my lap and, under the guise of a kiss, dribble it into my mouth.

That’s just for starters, by the way. After a little recovery time, during which you will not be allowed to change your outfit, it will be back unto the bedroom for some proper old-time fucking.

You Know What I Want

2010-05-12T10:42:00.000-07:00

You know what I want because I have whispered it to you. Whispered it to turn that first trickle of moisture between your legs into a flood. Whispered it to you when, in the final throes of ecstacy, I push you once and for all over the edge and you come, screaming, crying and clutching onto me.

You wear the leather harness, strapped tight under your crotch, over your shoulders and around your waist.

You wear the studded leather collar.

You wear the broad leather wrist and ankle cuffs.

You wear the O-ring leather head harness, buckled up tight.

You wear the nun’s headdress, your hair scraped back under it out of sight.

You sit quietly on the bed with your wrists in your lap, cuffed together and chained to your ankles, and watch while I slowly assemble the rest of the equipment.

The spreader bars, the flogger, the leather-covered paddle, the riding crop.

The pony’s tail butt plug.

You are hung up in the doorway by a heavy length of chain and softened up with a few sharp bites from the riding crop on your bottom. Then lash after lash with the flogger raining down over your shoulders until I judge you have had enough. I push myself onto you, thrusting my tongue into your mouth past the metal ring. I grab your crotch. Hard. It is hot, hairy and, despite your proteststions, very very wet.

You are let down from the doorway and led, by the chain on your collar, to the bed. You lie face down with your arms outstretched to either side. The length of chain is passed under the bed and attached to each wrist, as tight as it will go because I know you like to be stretched out. I know you have a secret, dark desire to be transported back to the middle ages and experience the agony of the rack, to be laid out on a rough wooden bench in a damp cellar whose bloodstained walls are lit only by guttering torches, the great drum ratcheting round relentlessly and mercilessly, the harsh ropes tearing into your wrists and ankles until every sinew is taut and burning and the laughter of your tormentors is ringing in your ears For now the chain will have to do; the rough, cold, heavy chain weighing you down.

Your ankles are held apart with the spreader bar, exposing your most intimate parts for all the world to see. You’ve been a naughty little novice nun and you need to be punished. You’ve been having impure thoughts and you need to be taught what impure thoughts can lead to.

The pony tail butt blug is pushed up inside you, stretching your rectum, because this naughty little nun likes it in the arse. She likes her arse filled with big fat cock. She also likes a good hard cock in her cunt but here your expectations soon turn to dismay as first two fingers, then three, four and finally the whole hand is thrust up inside that soaking wet hole and you realise that, having been stretched so wide open, you’ll be getting no cock in there.

The hand is withdrawn and there is more pain to come, from riding crop, flogger and paddle on your shoulders, buttocks and backs of legs. Then more fisting, and more whipping, and more fisting, and more whipping. You pray for the cock to be thrust into your arse, because the only other alternative now is your mouth, but the butt plug stays put. The cock is being kept clean for a purpose. The crushing inevitability hits you that when the whipping is over there will be one final humiliation.

At last, it will be time for the nun to fall to her knees in abject penitence. You are released from your chains and you kneel on the floor beside the bed. You know what to do next. You clasp your hands together in prayer and they are locked to each other at the wrists. You lift your face towards me as I stand before you, open your mouth wide behind that O-ring, ready to receive me, and I fill that receptacle with my semen. This you retain in your mouth for as long as I wish it and you then SLOWLY dribble my semen out over your breasts so that I can smear it into your skin.

If you comply with these strictures satisfactorily you will be rewarded by my reaching down to your crotch once again and bringing you to your orgasm, while I suck on your salty nipples.

Then I think we’ll both have deserved a stiff drink. G and T, heavy on the G, with a dash of lime for you, if I remember correctly?

On Your Knees

2009-08-26T10:40:00.000-07:00

Do you remember that time we put a dildo on the exercise bench so that you could be fucked from both ends at once?

Right at the finish you sat upright, threw back your head and took the full length of the dildo inside you. I stood over you and emptied my load of spunk over your tits.

At the time I said that I would want you to kneel down in front of me while I stoked my cock until I came in your mouth. You said that might be a possibility.

I've been building on that fantasy a bit since then. Here's the scenario:

You are wearing your leather collar, wrist and ankle cuffs. You are kneeling upright with your ankles attached to each other, and to the collar via a chain or metal bar. Your arms are under your breasts, supporting them, and your hands are pressed together as if in prayer and are joined at the wrist. You are blindfolded.

You will kneel there passively with your mouth open. You will not speak. When I push the head of my cock past your parted lips you will not close them around it, you will not brush it with your tongue, you will not suck. Your only function is as a receptacle, a vessel, for my semen.

My cock will be strong and hard at the sight of you. I will stroke it slowly but firmly. When I come it will not be in a frenzy of spunk flying in all directions, but a calm, dispassionate depositing of my semen in your mouth. There will be plenty of it as I will have made sure not to have ejaculated for a long time in advance.

You will hold my semen in your open mouth until, at my command, you will slowly dribble it down your chin to drip over your uplifted breasts. That is the picture I want to take with me in my head and also, maybe, on my secure memory stick.

For my part, I promise to have a very large gin ready for when you have fulfilled your task. It may be that you will need a large gin beforehand as well. That can also be arranged.

What's in it for you? Afterwards I might stretch you out and give you a bloody good thrashing.

Sugasm #166

2009-05-28T01:22:00.000-07:00

The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #167? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.

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…please…
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Just Looking

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Sugasm#165

2009-05-15T07:33:00.000-07:00

The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants.

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Firsts

Just Looking

2009-05-01T14:35:00.000-07:00

I want to take the time to look at you properly for once.

It's so easy to fall into a routine. Most of the time I am already in bed by the time you are finished in the bathroom. You slide under the duvet next to me, snuggle up close and lift your head for me to slide an arm under. The closeness of you is sweet and beautiful, and I couldn't live without it, but I adore every square inch of you and every so often I just need to feast my eyes on you.

So I will sit in the old armchair in the bedroom and wait for you to join me. I will ask you to stand there in front of me and to remove your clothing piece by piece. Then when you are naked save, perhaps, for a thin necklace or simple bracelet the more to accentuate your beautiful nakedness, I will ask you to cover yourself up as best you can with your hands and then slowly reveal all of yourself to me.

I will softly ask you to turn around so that I can appreciate all of you. The fullness of your breasts and the band of girlish freckles above them, the curve of your thighs and the dark wispy curls between them, shielding your sweetest treasure from my loving, longing, lustful gaze.

I will ask you to pause a while when you are standing sideways-on. I want to enjoy looking at a hint of pubic hair projecting in front of your thighs, before gazing at the subtle curve of the soft underside of your breasts.

As you turn your back to me I will admire the full roundness of your bum. I will ask you to part your legs and bend over slowly.

And after that I don’t think I will be able to control myself any longer.

Back Home Tonight

2009-04-27T14:42:00.000-07:00

It'll be late when we get home tonight. I'm writing this in the departure lounge at Gatwick while waiting for our flight to be called at the end of our holiday. The pile of junk we're flying in doesn't land until 11 this evening and we have a full day of work tomorrow.

But don't for a moment think that we are just going to flop into bed and sleep. We've been without sex for too long. We haven't made love, or even cuddled properly, for days.

Not that I'm complaining, you understand. We've been staying as guests in the houses of friends and relatives and even before that, when we had an isolated mountainside cottage all to ourselves, we didn't make as much use of the solitude as we might have done. There was so much to do and see, so much planned for the next day, that often a good night's sleep seemed the best option.

But tonight, in the comfort and security of our own bed, we are going to put all that right and with several days worth of pent-up juices aching for release I can promise you one thing: It's going to be messy.

Sure, I am longing to feel the grip of your firm, moist flesh on my hardness, to devour your lips as I pummel myself deep into you, to hear your short gasping breaths and cry of climax as your stiff clit succumbs to my fingertips. But at that final instant I am going to pull away and spray gloriously over your soft skin. On your pushed-together breasts, on your neck, your belly or in the hollow of your back, I don't yet know. All I do know is that I've got a lot of it saved up, a token of how much I've missed making love with you these last few days.

It seems such a waste to hide it away inside you.

Spit-Roast For Two

2008-11-14T13:34:00.001-08:00

I’m not expecting this to happen tonight. Too tired, too drunk, work tomorrow. But sometime soon I hope we can put that workout bench in the bedroom to good use.

We’ve already ’christened’ it. We’ve already found out that, with you kneeling on it on all fours, I can slide easily into your cunt without crouching or standing on tiptoe, and that your arsehole is presented to me wide open and at just the right angle so that I can nestle up against you and ease myself into you.

I have thought of another use for that bench:

I don’t know too much about what you got up to before I met you, although you mention things from time and this tantalises me and turns me on, I must confess, like the other night when you told me how all the boys used to swarm around you. But I don’t know, for example, if you have ever tried being fucked by two men at once. Of course, a monogamous lifestyle does rather preclude that by definition but we have tried to simulate it in the past, sometimes with hilarious results as, for example, a slippery dildo shoots out of your tight cunt with the speed of a bullet just as I am pushing into your arsehole, or you are concentrating more on accommodating my length in your throat

This is where the bench comes in. It is covered with a vinyl material to which the suction cup on the end of your unfeasably large dildo (’modeled on an actual porn star!’) will stick and stay put – yes, I have been experimenting! With you lying face down on the bench we can position you so that you are impaled on it while I stand astride the bench by your head and you can take my cock between your lips and gently rock backwards and forwards, pleasuring both yourself and me with one economic movement, a proper spit roast, and we can see who comes first.

We can’t neglect the third hole, what it’s like to try three men. We could put a dildo up in your arse as well, when you were all wet and relaxed. No fear of that one falling out; we’d use the inflateable one, pumped up to the point where it just starts to get too much, then deflated just a little.

Or maybe I could attend to your silky, tight little arse personally, and we could find something else to occupy your lips and throat. A very good quality soft silicone dildo, perhaps, that didn’t taste of plastic. We’ll just have to investigate that, although the local sex-shops might think it a kink too far if we went round doing taste-tests on their selection of dildoes.

But all this is for you to think over for another occasion. Tonight I’ll be content with you showing off that new bra and panties set you bought today.

Another Little Fantasy

2008-01-11T08:41:00.001-08:00

I have long been thinking that we are going to have to get you a new collar. Of the two we have, the one is good and broad but too small, rather stiff and with rough edges and the other is rather narrow, although the way it is made, with metal rings joined by strips of leather, makes it easy if you want to attach other things to it.

What we need is a broad, stiff, padded leather collar that holds your chin up high but does not chafe unnecessarily, in good quality leather with a buckle that does not pinch the skin and at least two metal rings for attaching snap-locks.

I would be very happy to see you wearing a collar around the house every day. You would be free to move about and yet ready to have a chain or leash attached to you at a moment’s notice, but I have a special use for the collar I have in mind.

I know you enjoy being restrained, and I know that you are turned on by the idea of being stretched a little, but hanging you up by the arms in the door frame is a little too uncontrolled when your whole body weight is imposed all at once on your wrists, elbows and shoulders, It’s all or nothing and I have the suspicion that what would really excite you would be a slow increase in traction so that you could really feel those muscles and sinews being gradually stretched, while you were bound and helpless.

A good old fashioned rack is impractical, at least until we can buy a house with a dungeon, so I have dreamed up this which might be the next best thing…

You are lying face-down on the bed, possibly with pillows under your tummy. You have leather wrist and ankle cuffs on, fitted with snap locks. You are wearing the leather collar and the rubber bit gag.

Your legs are spread and are joined together by a rope which is attached to one ankle and passes under the bed to be attached to the other. This rope is loose to start with but by inserting a stick through a loop in the rope is can be gradually tightened so that your legs are slowly opened wider.

Your wrists are locked to rings on the collar, one under each ear and your elbows are above your head. A broom handle or similar passes through the crook of each elbow and this broom handle is tied to the bars at the head of the bed. In this way you would be restrained and stretched. The whole length of your back would be exposed to any lashing I might care to administer, your bottom would be ripe for smacking, my hands would have free access to your most intimate parts and I would be able to bring you to within a screaming hairs’ breadth of an orgasm, though without the possibility of closing your legs it would possibly be more like torment with your body twisting and writhing uselessly against the ropes, and ultimately I could mount you and violate you unimpeded while you whimpered your futile protests.

Are you getting wet now?

Sugasm #104

2007-11-08T01:35:00.001-08:00

The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants.

Want in Sugasm #105? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.

Editor’s Note: I thought it was Monday all day today. By the time I realized it wasn’t the new Sugasm had been up for a few hours. I’m just leaving it. The #105 post request will go up on Tuesday like normal.

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Touching

Touching

2007-10-29T12:56:00.001-07:00

My darling:

I mentioned something along these lines on Sunday. Now I have had time to think through what I really wanted to say. Let’s do this soon!

One evening, or perhaps a weekend, when we are alone and unlikely to be disturbed I want us to set aside some time for just us.

I know that this is difficult. Pressures of work crowd in, and we both have other commitments. Usually we don’t go into the bedroom together before bedtime, but just for once I would like us to put all other pressing business aside. There is always something that needs our attention but occasionally it is ourselves that need our attention.

The room will be lit by candles, with the heating turned up high so that we can lie on the bed and still feel warm. We’ll start standing up. We’ll undress each other. Slowly.

Still standing, facing each other, naked, we’ll start to run our fingers over each other’s bodies. Lightly, but not so lightly as to tickle. We’ll explore every square inch of each other but just by touch. The most obvious erogenous zones will, however, be given a wide berth; we will regard each others skin as one large erogenous zone. We will refrain from holding, hugging or kissing. Just touching.

After a while we will adjourn to the bed, kneeling, facing each other, still just touching. I will brush my fingers down the line of your jaw, the curve of your breast. I will cup your face in my hands because I love the gentle trusting way you look up at me when your face is cupped in my hands.

We will lie together. Facing each other, with you face up and me face down and vice versa. We will stroke each others backs, thighs, buttocks, shoulders. And we will gaze at each other. For a whole hour or more we will be totally absorbed in each other. I don’t know whether you can stand to look at me for an hour; all I know that an eternity would not be enough for me to tire of gazing at you, perfect in your nakedness.

And when the time has passed, what then? I don’t know. Do we go and cook ourselves some supper? Finish off those pressing little administrative jobs in the office which will never go away? Watch a bit of television? Stay in the bedroom, draw each other closer and consummate our passion like never before?

In a way it doesn’t really matter. All that matters is that we will have made time for each other. That I had precious time alone with you; my wife, my lover, my best friend.

Chair

2007-10-27T14:42:00.000-07:00

There is a dining chair in the bedroom. It's there because we no longer have a dining room, but it's too good to get rid of...

I will prepare for this scenario by finding the leg-spreaders, the leather wrist cuffs, the blindfold and gag, plus a length of chain and the riding crop.

Under my instruction you will undress and sit in the chair. I will put the wrist cuffs on you and join them together. I will put the spreader bar behind the front legs of the chair and strap your ankles to it. I will blindfold you and I will put the rubber bit in your mouth, strapping it firmly behind your head. I will run a chain from that strap, underneath the chair to the spreader bar, so as to pull your head back.

You will then masturbate while I watch. If you show any reluctance I will use the riding crop to encourage you and to concentrate your mind on the task.

When you have satisfied yourself you will do the same for me, and I will spurt my semen up between your breasts, where you will rub it in before I release you.

What I Also Want For My Birthday

2007-08-21T06:57:00.000-07:00

A lap-dance:

Probably better if you give me this. Probably better if you suggest to, for example, your mother that she think of something else.

I will sit in a chair, smartly dressed like a businessman. You will dress provocatively, with a ¼-cup bra or maybe a basque under a thin blouse. Sexy panties or a g-string under your skirt.

I will be sitting in a chair and the strict rules of lap-dancing will apply - at least to start with. I will keep my hands firmly on the arms of the chair and whether any part of your body is to touch mine will be for you to decide.

You will dance provocatively in front of me (I will provide the music) and you will slowly shed your clothes. Start by coming in close, barely touching the backs of my motionless hands and my face with your breasts. Lightly kiss and stroke my face. Turn around and rub your bottom up against my groin, feeling me stiffen through the cloth of my trousers.

Do this over and over again in various states of undress, slowly stripping until you are naked

Then carry on slowly in the same way as you begin to unbutton my shirt, teasing and just barely rubbing your skin up against mine. Continue to undo my trousers and pull them down, the same with my underpants.

I will continue to be motionless throughout the whole of this while you brush various parts of your body against various parts of mine.

I will leave it to your judgement how you want things to develop from there…

Too Hot

2007-07-05T09:28:00.000-07:00

I am lying naked and stretched out on the bed. You kneel up on all fours beside me and cast a glance down at my cock, standing stiff and proud in anticipation.”Is it clean?” you will ask suspiciously, as you always do. It will be.

You’ll lean over me and dangle your tits in my face, suck on my nipple as I suck on yours.I’ll stroke your head as you suckle on me. Supporting yourself with one hand, you’ll reach out and find my cock. I’ll reach between your legs and you’ll part them slightly to allow my fingers in between your swollen cunt lips. I’ll feel you stiffen as I draw the juices out of your cunt and massage them into your clitoris, and as I roll your nipple around on the underside of my tongue. I’ll probe your arsehole with a thoroughly wetted thumb, three fingers now inside your cunt with just the little finger lying in your cleft and teasing your clitoris.Suddenly you will be able to stand it no more. You’ll throw yourself onto my cock and devour it as the first spasms of your orgasm hit. Your cries will be muffled as you close your lips around me but I’ll still be able to feel the vibrations coursing through me. I’ll carry on massaging you with my wrist bent at impossible angles, trying to satisfy your anus, g-spot and clitoris all at once. Then at last you will pull your head away from me, gasping and exhausted, shivering with sudden cold, as you always doYou will take up your submissive pose; on your knees, bum jutting up into the air, face buried in the pillow. A position that says-no, begs-’Take me, take me hard’. I’ll do just that. I’ll kneel upright behind your, clasping your buttocks roughly and ride your hard, pushing you down into the pillow and muffling your squeals with every thrust. When I come I’ll grab hold of your shoulders, the better to push you back onto me and reach even deeper inside you, before collapsing on top of you and mopping my sweat-soaked hair between your shoulderblades.

And then we’ll lie down beside each other, too hot to hold tight. We’ll trace our fingers lingeringly over each other’s bodies. Just before sleep overtakes us I’ll whisper “I love you” because that’s the last thing I want you to hear before you fall asleep.

Lustful Letters and Naughty Notes

2007-07-04T06:49:00.000-07:00

I wanted to call this blog 'Lust Letters' because that is what I call the naughty little notes I write for my beloved. However, that name was already taken so this becomes 'Naughty Notes'. I thought 'Libidinous Lines' was a bit pretentious.

This is just a repository for all the random (and randy) thoughts I have about the different ways I want to make love to my beloved. If you happen across this place by chance, feel free to leave a comment but please bear in mind it is very much a work in progress.