Two way mirror #SinfulSunday


today is the first sunday of the month and that means that there is a theme to be followed, Molly has chosen “shallow depth of field” and i love this sort of challenge

as always sinful sunday is about the image but i am sorry to say i was inspired friday night and wrote a small bit of simple/soft erotica… by small i mean a word count of 1935 after editing a bit here and there… opps

but so fun, i hope you enjoy the image at the end of this post

i tried to fit the image to the theme of “shallow depth of field” and was happy to have TinMan as my model

click on the lips to see who else is sharing their sunday in sinful ways

Sinful Sunday
Two way mirror:

Alice went through the looking glass and saw many sights, some where horrors to be reckoned with and some of great delight but through it all, the dream of madness was not strong enough to hold her long.

In the real world we have our own looking glass, the normal mirror that shows only ourselves and the mirror of two ways that lets us see an aspect of ourselves through the actions of others… to watch as they watch themselves.

I want to watch you, to have you know that at any point I am on the other side of the mirror but to have you question if I have stayed at all…

To see you perform for me, a set of instructions given before I take my seat behind the glass…

Telling you to act as if the mirror is just that, your reflection.. I want you to pretend that all you see is a normal room, a normal you becoming my lovely performer.

I want you to walk in and get ready for sleep.

To sit before the mirror and run your hands over your face, your fingers through your hair to brush off the stress of the day.

Remove your watch and empty your pockets into the tray in front of the mirror, empty yourself of the outside world that is now behind you.

Fiddle with the radio, play something that will relax you and melt away the tension from work.

Stand and unbutton your shirt, placing it on the back of the chair, remove your shoes and socks that have walked your feet tired.

Take off your pants and hang them over the arm of the chair but leave your sex covered…

Fall back onto the bed, mostly naked, an arm behind your head and breathe a heavy sigh of relaxation as you sink down in comfort.

Reach your hand to your groin, massage yourself through the material and relax deeper.

Always angling towards the mirror but trying not to watch, keep it visible from the corner of your eye, you know I want to see your cock becoming harder and your nipples reacting to the chill in the room.

You know I want you to be excited but in a lazy way, to think over your day… the pretty girl at lunch, bending over to grab her drink from the machine or maybe the handsome lad that was flung into you as the train shifted along the tracks and pressed tight against you while the rest of the crowd found their balance.

Think of the walk to my special hotel, the sweet smile and knowing eyes of the woman at the front desk, her tight professional skirt, her white blouse that showed her small but beautiful curves as she leans forward to give you the key to your room.

Touch yourself and try to forget that I am there on the other side of the glass, watching you…

Slip yourself out of the last of your clothing and masturbate for me…

Slow, keep it slow, I want it to last and you know this… my instructions were clear about my desires.

Crawl to the other side of the bed and get the lube, apply it to your hands and feel how smooth it makes your strokes feel… up and down, up and down.

Lazy strokes…

Dry your hand on the small towel and reach for the timer, set it for five minutes, apply more lube to your hands and lay back down.

This time you know to stroke faster but not to cum, you know I want you to behave but I want you to stay on the edge… when the timer sounds you force yourself to stop, no matter how good it feels.

You know your task is to lay there, breathe, calm, hands off your cock while it throbs and soon you will start again.

A knock at the door surprises you “room service” calls a gentle voice…

You know the rules of this hotel, you are here for sexual experiences but in general the hotel is designed to be nudist friendly…

Feeling a bit nervous, awkward but excited, you wrap a towel around your hips, trying to keep your cock under control and open the door.

She comes in with a tray and brushes past you, close enough to make you need to get a better grip on the towel as her ass presses your thigh while fitting past you through the door frame.

Setting the tray down in front of the mirror and turning back to you as you are waiting, the still slightly open door.

She stalks up to you with an air of confidence that is exciting and strains the towel.

Her hands are cool as she runs them down your chest to rest on the hand holding your towel in place.

She come closer and you smell her perfume, faint with a touch of musk and red fruits.

Looking up with mock disapproval “this is where you give me a tip but you don’t seem to have any pockets” she says while reaching round to firmly grip your ass.

Tugging on the towel, she tries to remove it from your grip and you look into the mirror and then back to her.

Your hesitation gives her the time for the towel to hit the floor and your cock springs to attention as she inspects you.

“Ah now this is a tip I would enjoy” before you can think she has closed the door by pressing you against it and lowers herself to her knees with your cock in her hands.

Her mouth is warm as she takes you in, a hand slips to your balls to control how deep she sucks.

A moan escapes your throat and once again you are on the edge but this, to your knowledge, is not in the script and you look back to the mirror for a sign but all you see is your reflection as your hand wraps through her hair while she bobs up and down on your cock… up and down.

Getting more excited for reasons beyond receiving a blow job, each lick of her tongue up your shaft or tug on your balls has you closer to the edge.

She can tell when it is time to stop and she tightens her grip on your sack while teasing the tip but she pulls back and stands, leaving you more frustrated than before.

Her fingers reach out and grip your chin, she brings you close for a long kiss, her body pressed tight to yours, her hand still massaging your balls.

Breaking the kiss and whispering into your lips “you have never met Her have you..” half question, half statement but kisses you again before you could think to respond.

Moving her hand to your cock she whispers again, “she will enjoy you, maybe tonight, maybe tomorrow and she will drink every drop of passion you have to give”, massaging your shaft with skill, you moan again from the attention and her words.

“Take my advice and don’t cum while you are staying in this room, wait till you are at work tomorrow. I know the words say to cum before the mirror but hold back, the reward will be worth it.”

In a louder voice she tells you to sit on the bed and you do as you are told, it is not that you are normally submissive but this is prat of the experience you have been told to explore.

Quivering with anticipation and confusion, you watch her and try to ignore your reflection in the mirror.

She kicks off her shoes and tells you to fully face the mirror, you adjust your position as she walks in front of you.

She lifts up her skirt, little by little to tease you and show off the tops of her thigh high stockings, the tails of the garter belt holding them in place… higher and you see the short hairs of her sex but no panties to block the view.

Your cock is wet with precum and she takes the towel that you used earlier to drape over your cock to make a very nice tent between your legs.

Climbing onto the bed, one of her legs on either side of your thighs, she lowers herself and dances her hips slowly over the towel… she is close enough to move the towel over your cock in slow, small movements.

Rocking to the music on the radio, she slides down your lap so that your cock is barely covered and she is sitting on your thighs, the clips from her garter belt slightly scratching your skin.

Looking in your eyes, she asks if you want your cock inside of her, you nod and she reaches into her bra to pull out a condom, sliding back to sit on your knees and uses both her hands to slip it over you.

Letting the towel fall to the floor, climbing higher to dance over your cock again, then teasing down so your tip enters between her lips, slowly going down further and further.

You let her set the pace and try to hold back, looking once at the mirror but the smack of her hand across your face shocks you back to your senses and focus on her eyes again… excited but reminded why you are there.

Keeping the sexual tension high, her thrusts slow but deep, it isn’t long before she stops, your cock inside of her as she holds still and keeps her eyes on yours.

Starting again but going faster and faster… then stopping again.

Just when you are ready to take control and say fuck the rules, the phone rings and she pushes you back so you are laying on the bed while she straddles you and climbs up your chest so her wet pussy is over your face.

Taking the initiative, you pull her down over your mouth to lick and suck while she answers the phone, your mind lost in the feel of her sex on your face, enjoying that she is rocking back and forth over your mouth as she talks.

Ending the call with a “Yes Ma’am” grinding down as she hangs up the phone, fucking your face, giving instructions to insert a finger in her pussy while you lick her clit.

Rocking faster until an orgasm rips through her and covers your face in her cum, after a moment she climbs off your face and tells you lower her skirt and make her look presentable.

She walks to the door and you follow behind but before you can be a gentleman and reach for the handle, she tells you to face the door with your hands on the wood and your ass out towards her.

“Spread your legs more” she says and as you comply, expecting to be spanked, she surprises you by reaching between your legs and grabbing your sack.

Confused as to what will happen next, you try to relax and that is when you feel her hand hit your ass, the sound exciting you as much as the pain.

She lets go and stands, reaching for the door knob she turns you and kisses your lips, whispering “remember, don’t cum, masturbate long and enjoy but… don’t… cum…”

Louder she tells you “eat, drink” waving back to the mirror and the tray “and remember, tomorrow is another day.”

With that she leaves and you are alone with your thoughts as you look at the mirror.

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my nudist gives me a birthday pic #SinfulSunday


sinful sunday is all about the image and this week’s post is a bit special for me… the first i have posted after turning 35

there is also the aspect of the competition being held by Exhibit A, for more information follow the link

http://exhibitunadorned.com/2014/10/31/sinful-stories-2-competition/

 

see who else is being sinful, click the lips and view the other bloggers enjoying life…

Sinful Sunday

 

my entry to the competition which is to inspire others to write their entries.. is the image given to me by a gentleman i have been online friends with for years… sadly never met in person

he is a very sweet man and a closet nudist

he longs to be seen, to serve nude at private parties and enjoy life in the buff.. sadly he doesnt have many around him to share this side of himself with

 

the down side to this is that he prefers to cum when told and can go far too long without ejaculating and that bothers me

it is not healthy to go very long and i have been controlling how often he cums and giving a few challenges here and there

 

because it was my birthday week and i knew he was going to be exhibiting nude for a new friend… i gave him a number of times to cum on my birthday and asked he write “happy birthday” on himself just before he went off nude the next day for the young lady

 

funny coincidence, her birthday is just after mine 😉

 

birthdaysuit

meet my nudist, my online friend of many years and hopefully a new addition to the lovelies i share in my blog

 

 

 

 

Stolen kiss #SinfulSunday


Sinful Sunday

I haven’t seen my dog in far too long

I have been craving him

The way he touches me

His hand slipping down the back of my pants as he forgets his role of submissive

The look in his eye as he starts to become lost in passion

He is a good man with a troubled past

We all are, only a lucky few lead a charmed life

I know there are days he forgets to be human

Wanting to delete the man and just be my dog

Some days I wonder who is looking at me when his eyes become so serious

I love my dog

I like the man

He is Gemini

I understand the duality

My sin for this Sunday

Stealing a kiss from my beautiful lovers lips

Smooth skin he shaves for me

Making me long for his kiss placed in more naughty places

Image

What to wear with these heels?


I took this picture (see further down) when my dog was feeling depressed and I needed to make sure he understood that he was special to me

I am not in love with anyone but I am able to love many people and this man is good to me…

There has never been anyone to hold me tight the way he does and I needed him to know it

 

When someone you care about suffers from mood swings, depression or other types of mental disorders and they doubts or fears or are suffering….

You take care of them

 

It doesn’t matter if you are in the kink life style… it doesn’t matter who is Dominant or submissive

It doesn’t matter if they are your lover

Your spouse

A relative…

or “just” a friend

 

Those that matter

They MATTER

 

Show them

 

With my dog, I know he loves my feet, he loves many things but his foot fetish is what brought him to find me

So I decided to fuel his passion and remind him I care

 Image

 

Now that I have given information on the picture and the need to support and comfort those with mental disorders…

 

On to the fun parts 😉

Tomorrow he wants me to wear those shoes

He has never seen them in person

I have been working on getting him used to sharing with me, the things that turn him on and things that turn him off

Most of what I do as his Mistress… is in the mind

The more information I have, the better I can be what he needs and that means the more fun I have… it is a loving balance

So my problem with those heels….

I don’t know what to wear with them

And I am NOT driving to his house in only those heels

 

Any suggestions? 

The shower


written 1 month ago

note: this lover is 49, he is amazingly sweet, so funny and treats me like gold.. 

So embarrassed…

standing there, dirty from sex and sweating.

I don’t do well just standing there, naked and waiting.

I don’t know what to do with myself and I am left unsure of what to do.

I am a squirter, so no matter how safe the sex I end up a mess with my cum all over my legs and fanny, or more places depending on the play.

It couldn’t be helped, he excited me so.

It has been such a long time since I felt so dirty, so wet all over.

Sure I have had little orgasms but lately men just haven’t been able to keep up with me or haven’t put in the effort.

Not this gentleman, he treated me right, a real man.

I know age shouldn’t matter and have been with young lads in their 20s, I won’t go for younger, but the younger ones on average are just too much like boys.

Not this one, he held me down and tied me up when I proved to be too difficult.

He knew just what buttons to push or lick or suck and made me scream so loud… it’s been a while since someone has paid attention to me.

Here I am now, naked, dirty, feeling like an idiot as he looks at me. Helping me into the bath, he has me stand there as he wets me down with the water.

I feel so embarrassed by this and I can’t tell why.

He has seen me naked, felt every inch of me and found me beautiful but there is something so painful to me… being inspected, being watched…

Soft strong hands work their way over my body, washing away the sweat and cum, taking away the excitement.

Slowly rubbing soap into his hands before running them once again over my skin.

I watch him watching me and god I want to run away.

I hate this, I hate being on display for him and yet I stand there and watch him enjoying the touch of my flesh under his hands.

Once again with the water, it flows over me softly as he controls where the spray goes.

I am still embarrassed to be standing there but slightly more relaxed, it is almost over.

Taking a towel he dries me off and holds me tight, once again I am safe and protected.

No longer on display, no longer feeling judged.

All along he has found me beautiful, funny how fear can make you feel anything but beautiful…

E.B. Starpointer

erotic author and sex-positive male commentator

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