All the emails and comments that I have received due to my previous post really are touching! It means alot to hear that you certainly don't want me to retire...
Most of you seem to have gotten the impression that it's a question of rude comments. Unfortunately, that isn't the case here. During my past blogs I got my share of mean spirited comments, about both my looks and the content in my posts, so that would never stop me from keeping up with my blog.
Everyone has their limit when enough is enough and they can't go on doing what they do and still feel comfortable and safe. This is my limit to be honest. I am sorry, but I am going to have to let all of you down by taking a step back. People always say that you should quit while your ahead (which is quite the opposite of what you ought to do while giving head).
I would still love to keep writing erotica, in a different forum however. If any of you know how to get into writing erotica professionally (is there such a thing?) just let me know ;) I am a little too flat chested to be a playboy bunny so I will stick to my writing :P
To all of those who think they just might miss me a little too much the blog will still be up so you can read my previous posts and you can always email me at history.teller@hotmail.com, or add me on msn. I promise I answer every email that I get ;) And I will be delighted to hear from you.
Thank you all for reading and enjoying my work! I will miss you all!
Kisses
History
fredag 2 oktober 2009
tisdag 29 september 2009
Ooopsie! She has feelings! :O
Today's post was to be the third part of my short story but recent events have made me alter my plans slightly. During my time as a sex blogger I have had three blogs, though the second was a natural transgression from the first, and in between the periods of intense blogging I have really missed loads. I love writing about sexual things, I love showing myself and I have gotten an immense amount of pleasure from doing it. Not once have I had a moment where I don't enjoy it.
Until now.
During these past 2 months I have gotten several emails of a different character than the other emails that I receive from my readers. The first couple of times I shrugged it off, I didn't let it get to me but I'm still human with human emotions. I am not going to point the finger at someone, though it's not just one, nor give them the satisfaction of writing about the details of it all. Let me just say that, for me, it has taken all the fun out of blogging. For the first time I am left in doubt about whether this is the right forum for me and I am not sure whether I have the will or desire to go on.
There's been a lot of people that have been so friendly towards me and so many emails that have been extremely kind and have provided me with pleasure. I still love what I do, and I will keep being the person that I am but maybe it was wrong of me to make this my outlet. This is a hobby for me, a sexual interest, something that is intended to bring me pleasure. These aspects of my life shouldn't fill me with negative emotions, and right now that is what I am feeling. For me it isn't worth it.
I haven't actually made my decision yet, but right now, this is what I am leaning towards. I do want everyone to know however how thankful I am for everyone who has read my posts with delight, who has left a comment or who has sent a positive email to me. You are the ones who made me be able to put aside these emotions previously. So thank you.
Until now.
During these past 2 months I have gotten several emails of a different character than the other emails that I receive from my readers. The first couple of times I shrugged it off, I didn't let it get to me but I'm still human with human emotions. I am not going to point the finger at someone, though it's not just one, nor give them the satisfaction of writing about the details of it all. Let me just say that, for me, it has taken all the fun out of blogging. For the first time I am left in doubt about whether this is the right forum for me and I am not sure whether I have the will or desire to go on.
There's been a lot of people that have been so friendly towards me and so many emails that have been extremely kind and have provided me with pleasure. I still love what I do, and I will keep being the person that I am but maybe it was wrong of me to make this my outlet. This is a hobby for me, a sexual interest, something that is intended to bring me pleasure. These aspects of my life shouldn't fill me with negative emotions, and right now that is what I am feeling. For me it isn't worth it.
I haven't actually made my decision yet, but right now, this is what I am leaning towards. I do want everyone to know however how thankful I am for everyone who has read my posts with delight, who has left a comment or who has sent a positive email to me. You are the ones who made me be able to put aside these emotions previously. So thank you.
måndag 28 september 2009
Punish me!
"Get on all four like the bitch you are." His words were harsh but it was a game, and she knew it. She would go exactly as far as he wanted her to go, simply because she knew that though he pushed her to her limit he never made her cross her boundaries. She got down on her hands and feet like a dog, butt and cunt in the air, turned towards his friends.
"Now, I don't want you to make a noise. You are to take whatever punishment I give you. And yes slut, there will be a punishment, unless you have forgotten you didn't stop rubbing yourself when I told you to. You didn't honestly expect me to forget that?" She didn't and she got happy knowing he hadn't disappointed her. Then there was a twist in the events as he said: "Punish her as you see fit." The words were directed to the men on the couch. Her breathing became rapid, she had never been disciplined by anyone else than her sir so she didn't know what would happen. The anxiety caused her pussy to become even more moist, it was dripping down her inner thighs now. She felt a tongue lick it up and heard a chuckle from between her legs. They were finding her obvious state of arousment humorous, maybe because it was so obvious and she had no way of hiding it to them. Therein was their power.
She was waiting for strokes upon her ass, but none came. Instead she felt a sudden pressure against her pussy opening as something hard penetrated her roughly. It was weirdly shaped so it took her quite a couple of moments, and a couple of strokes in and out of her cunt, to recognise the item as the tv remote. The feeling spreading in her midsection was a mix of burning pain and tender pleasure. She bit her upper lip not to cry out in pain when the pain exploded inside of her. One of the men had pushed three fingers deep into her ass without any lub. As he finger fucked her ass the pain calmed down and became a pleasant buzz. She had always had a problem with anal, never being able to take much, but the pain she was used to feeling was being soothed by the situation. She found herself moving her butt back to get the fingers and the remote deeper into her. That is when they vanished.
Now the slaps on her ass, that she previously had expected, came. They struck her hard when she hadn't seen it coming. Her master had gone to get a whip that he kept in his dresser and it was now being applied to her whole body. Her butt was the first victim, her pussy next, her tender clit twitching when the strokes touched the hood of it. The strikes moved to her back to her belly and chest. As he was whipping her one of the men thought of another punishment suiting for a whore. When his fingers first entered her pussy she felt unbelievable pain, she was even worries she was going to cum by accident. Then she felt him stretch her cunt more and more till his whole hand was within her labias. She felt her lips close around his arm as he twisted his hand inside of her. It certainly was a feeling like no other. She hadn't ever been stretched as far as this and his movements hurt. But there was a sensation in her groin that she had never felt before and that was now spreading through her body.
The whip touching her body along with the feeling in her abdomen made it hard to keep the orgasm, that she so desperately needed, at bay. But the night was just getting started.
"Now, I don't want you to make a noise. You are to take whatever punishment I give you. And yes slut, there will be a punishment, unless you have forgotten you didn't stop rubbing yourself when I told you to. You didn't honestly expect me to forget that?" She didn't and she got happy knowing he hadn't disappointed her. Then there was a twist in the events as he said: "Punish her as you see fit." The words were directed to the men on the couch. Her breathing became rapid, she had never been disciplined by anyone else than her sir so she didn't know what would happen. The anxiety caused her pussy to become even more moist, it was dripping down her inner thighs now. She felt a tongue lick it up and heard a chuckle from between her legs. They were finding her obvious state of arousment humorous, maybe because it was so obvious and she had no way of hiding it to them. Therein was their power.
She was waiting for strokes upon her ass, but none came. Instead she felt a sudden pressure against her pussy opening as something hard penetrated her roughly. It was weirdly shaped so it took her quite a couple of moments, and a couple of strokes in and out of her cunt, to recognise the item as the tv remote. The feeling spreading in her midsection was a mix of burning pain and tender pleasure. She bit her upper lip not to cry out in pain when the pain exploded inside of her. One of the men had pushed three fingers deep into her ass without any lub. As he finger fucked her ass the pain calmed down and became a pleasant buzz. She had always had a problem with anal, never being able to take much, but the pain she was used to feeling was being soothed by the situation. She found herself moving her butt back to get the fingers and the remote deeper into her. That is when they vanished.
Now the slaps on her ass, that she previously had expected, came. They struck her hard when she hadn't seen it coming. Her master had gone to get a whip that he kept in his dresser and it was now being applied to her whole body. Her butt was the first victim, her pussy next, her tender clit twitching when the strokes touched the hood of it. The strikes moved to her back to her belly and chest. As he was whipping her one of the men thought of another punishment suiting for a whore. When his fingers first entered her pussy she felt unbelievable pain, she was even worries she was going to cum by accident. Then she felt him stretch her cunt more and more till his whole hand was within her labias. She felt her lips close around his arm as he twisted his hand inside of her. It certainly was a feeling like no other. She hadn't ever been stretched as far as this and his movements hurt. But there was a sensation in her groin that she had never felt before and that was now spreading through her body.
The whip touching her body along with the feeling in her abdomen made it hard to keep the orgasm, that she so desperately needed, at bay. But the night was just getting started.
söndag 27 september 2009
Make me beg!
This is the beginning of a story that I am going to continue throughout this week. Hopefully you will like it, I know I will. If there is any particular thing you want to happen in the different segments of the story, let me know.
I am standing in front of you and your friends as you tell me to get down on my knees. It is my position when you want to make it clear that I am the submissive, to remind me that you possess control over me. You are my sir. The order isn't significant, you just want to show your friends that I obey. I always will obey.
You unzip your pants and walk up to me. You put your semi hard cock in my face, I open my mouth to take it but you do not let me have it. With one hand you grip my hair and pull my head back and let your cock slide across my face, the tip of your big dick, that I ache for, touching my lips, cheeks and forehead. A tiny trail of precum is left across my face. I do not wipe it off, I know better than that. So I stand there on my knees, looking at your friends, with your residue on my face.
"Make yourself cum, slut," you tell me. Taken aback, you usually make me beg for my orgasms, and surprised I sit down and spread my legs wide, uncovering my wet pussy for you. I start rubbing my clit, feeling you and your friends looking at me. The show is for them, to let them see my face and body express pure pleasure. I do not take long, within a minute I feel the sensation building. That is when you start counting.
"5...4...3...2...1...Stop!" My fingers slow down, though not to a complete stop, not sure if you are talking to me. Not wanting you to be talking to me. Standing behind me you bend down and grab my arms and hold them firmly placed behind my back. You whisper in my ear: "Did I not tell you to stop whore? Or can you not take simple instructions when your own pleasure is involved?"
Not sure whether you want me to respond I say: "I am sorry Sir, I just couldn't stop myself". As I speak I can hear the moans in my voice giving me away.
"I will give you one more chance since you want it so bad apparently, you slut. I will count from five to zero and that is the time you have to cum". I pout my lips, I know I cannot possibly get off that quick, no matter how horny I am. You know it as well as I do. In the background of my own thoughts I can hear your friends laugh and snigger, they can see the disappointment and the lust in my face at your words.
"5...4..3..2..1..Stop!" You started slowly, my fingers were moving in a quicker pace, hoping to have enough time. But your final words were too fast, teasing me to believe I was going to cum. I can see now what you want. You do want me to beg. You want me to plead like the cum slut I am, in front of your friends, to get to cum. You are going to degrade me in front of your friends, make me embarrassed and shameful. You are going to enjoy this. I have a feeling that I will too.
I am standing in front of you and your friends as you tell me to get down on my knees. It is my position when you want to make it clear that I am the submissive, to remind me that you possess control over me. You are my sir. The order isn't significant, you just want to show your friends that I obey. I always will obey.
You unzip your pants and walk up to me. You put your semi hard cock in my face, I open my mouth to take it but you do not let me have it. With one hand you grip my hair and pull my head back and let your cock slide across my face, the tip of your big dick, that I ache for, touching my lips, cheeks and forehead. A tiny trail of precum is left across my face. I do not wipe it off, I know better than that. So I stand there on my knees, looking at your friends, with your residue on my face.
"Make yourself cum, slut," you tell me. Taken aback, you usually make me beg for my orgasms, and surprised I sit down and spread my legs wide, uncovering my wet pussy for you. I start rubbing my clit, feeling you and your friends looking at me. The show is for them, to let them see my face and body express pure pleasure. I do not take long, within a minute I feel the sensation building. That is when you start counting.
"5...4...3...2...1...Stop!" My fingers slow down, though not to a complete stop, not sure if you are talking to me. Not wanting you to be talking to me. Standing behind me you bend down and grab my arms and hold them firmly placed behind my back. You whisper in my ear: "Did I not tell you to stop whore? Or can you not take simple instructions when your own pleasure is involved?"
Not sure whether you want me to respond I say: "I am sorry Sir, I just couldn't stop myself". As I speak I can hear the moans in my voice giving me away.
"I will give you one more chance since you want it so bad apparently, you slut. I will count from five to zero and that is the time you have to cum". I pout my lips, I know I cannot possibly get off that quick, no matter how horny I am. You know it as well as I do. In the background of my own thoughts I can hear your friends laugh and snigger, they can see the disappointment and the lust in my face at your words.
"5...4..3..2..1..Stop!" You started slowly, my fingers were moving in a quicker pace, hoping to have enough time. But your final words were too fast, teasing me to believe I was going to cum. I can see now what you want. You do want me to beg. You want me to plead like the cum slut I am, in front of your friends, to get to cum. You are going to degrade me in front of your friends, make me embarrassed and shameful. You are going to enjoy this. I have a feeling that I will too.
lördag 26 september 2009
fredag 25 september 2009
Burning issue
I have previously been asked about my sexual preferences, so I figured that there's not time like the present to answer this burning question.
So, am I into women?
To be honest I have never been with a woman, but I wouldn't hesitate to do it if I got the chance. For many years have I dreamt of a woman's touch, the feel of her skin, her smoothness pressed against my body. It's the sensuality that I find hard to resist. The way women move, their moans, the manner of which they touch themselves. No doubt they caress different from men, feel different from men, fuck different from men.
There's something so obviously erotic about two woman enjoying eachother, yet something innocent and playful. Maybe because in my fantasies I am a young woman who find herself touching her friend in a new way and they are drawn into eachother.
I would love to feel the taste of a woman across my tongue, feel her clit beneath my lips, sticking my tongue deep into her. Her bucking beneath my touch, her moans echoing. Her breasts in my hands, her nipples between my finger tips.
So, to sum up, I am interested in women I just haven't had the opportunity to do anything about it.
So, am I into women?
To be honest I have never been with a woman, but I wouldn't hesitate to do it if I got the chance. For many years have I dreamt of a woman's touch, the feel of her skin, her smoothness pressed against my body. It's the sensuality that I find hard to resist. The way women move, their moans, the manner of which they touch themselves. No doubt they caress different from men, feel different from men, fuck different from men.
There's something so obviously erotic about two woman enjoying eachother, yet something innocent and playful. Maybe because in my fantasies I am a young woman who find herself touching her friend in a new way and they are drawn into eachother.
I would love to feel the taste of a woman across my tongue, feel her clit beneath my lips, sticking my tongue deep into her. Her bucking beneath my touch, her moans echoing. Her breasts in my hands, her nipples between my finger tips.
So, to sum up, I am interested in women I just haven't had the opportunity to do anything about it.
torsdag 24 september 2009
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