18 and Nymfo

Don't cry now

2009-10-02T10:05:00.000-07:00

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

Ooopsie! She has feelings! :O

2009-09-29T09:03:00.000-07:00

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.

Punish me!

2009-09-28T11:46:00.000-07:00

"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.

Make me beg!

2009-09-27T08:43:00.000-07:00

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.

Candle wax is hot!

2009-09-26T06:51:00.000-07:00

Burning issue

2009-09-25T10:30:00.000-07:00

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.

Stay ups

2009-09-24T11:35:00.000-07:00

Role play

2009-09-23T08:17:00.000-07:00

If there is one role I enjoy playing it's the one of a young school girl, as you might have guessed based on my last picture set. It connects the presence of weakness to a powerful authority, the teacher. Yesterday I finally got my boyfriend to take on the role of my teacher, as I walked around him in my tiny plaid skirt without any panties on underneath. Honestly, I don't think he minded doing it really.

H pretended that he took me into his office and told me to lift up my skirt. As the shocked little school girl that I was I didn't know what to do, I just played with the hem of my skirt. He then walked up to me, standing oh so close, and lifted my skirt with a jerk. "You are not wearing any panties young lady," he said. "Why is that? You are distracting me in class with your little, shaved, tight cunt. Perhaps you are nothing but a tease." He traced my jawline with his finger as he spoke and as he said the final words his fingers moved swiftly and I felt his hand grip my ponytail and pull my head back. His other hand moved in between my legs, stroking it, checking how sensitive my clit was. I tried to close my legs but he pulled my head back further and told me to be a good girl and take the treatment I had coming.

His finger slid into my wet cunt and he grinned. "You are a tease. And you enjoy it I can see. But you should know that you can't be a cocktease for long before someone takes what you are so openly offering, whether you like it or not. That's the lesson I am going to teach you here. And you will love it." Pulling his finger out of my pussy he put it against my lips, obediently I opened my mouth and took his finger in, tasting myself on him.

When his finger was clean from my juices he draged me over to his desk and bent me over it. I didn't dare to move, his tone didn't say that this was an argument. And certainly not one I could win seeing as he was right. I could feel my pussy getting wetter as he lifted my skirt up, revealing my tight ass and slapped it a couple of time. He pressed the hardness in his trousers against my sex so that I could feel what a cocktease I was. He was my teacher, and he had every right to discipline me for my naughty behaviour.

I heard the noise when he unzipped his pants and not too long afterwards I could feel my pussy explode in pleasure as he penetrated me. Not losing the grip on my ponytail he plunged deep inside of me, not even stoping his strokes in and out of me when he slapped my ass. I could feel it turning red as my orgasm was getting closer by the second. Perhaps he could feel my cunt muscles tightening in anticipation of the waves of pleasure 'cause he said: "Who said you could cum? You are here to be punished for being a slut, I decide whether you get to cum or not. Bad little girls can't make that decision for themselves."

I supressed my orgasm, with a lot of effort, as I felt him spray my cunt full. At last he let go of my ponytail and my upper body collapsed on his desk. He leaned down, close to my hear and whispered: "I hope you have learned your lesson."

Tied up school girl

2009-09-22T11:10:00.000-07:00

Up the butt

2009-09-21T13:21:00.000-07:00

A series of picture of me fucking my ass with a marker then sucking on it. Enjoy!

Kisses

History

New whore = a good whore

2009-09-21T09:41:00.000-07:00

On one of my previous blogs I wrote about one of my first adventure with my former master, wanking off strangers, but I had a little request for the details of the story so I thought I would share it with my new readers.

My master lived a bit of a distance away so whenever he came up to see me we stayed at a hotel together, which also opened up new possibilities for us. This was the first time that I stayed over with him, just a day after we had met. As my master was a man of experience he knew how to get things to happen, and he also knew where. The hotel that we were staying at had a small pool and a sauna, it was very swedish. After we arrived I changed into my bikini, with the changing room door open so that he could watch me, and we headed towards the heat.

It was completely empty by the pool, we were alone. As I sat down he walked upto me and took his cock out of his trunks and had me suck it hard. Just when I got into the state where all I needed was his cock, where my one desire was to feel his hardness in my mouth, he pulled it out and bent down and put two fingers in me. His fingering was his power, it left me defenseless and weak. I could do nothing but lay there, moan and hump his fingers to get them deeper in me. If someone had walked in I wouldn't have cared. But, like before, he pulled out.

He told me to take my bathing suit of, I wouldn't be needing it he said. I complied hesitantly, and wrapped my towel tightly around my now naked body. I could feel the juices starting to search their way down my thigh, knowing that I was not in control. I had no idea what was going to happen.

We walked into the sauna where a couple of guys were hanging out. As we took our seats he leaned close to me and told me to make that lovely cunt of mine visible. I carefully chose a position, one leg up on the bench so that it wouldn't look too obvious. Still, I got a couple of looks though noone dared to comment. However, my master wasn't giving up and as one of the guys got up and stepped outside he told me to follow and try to flash the man now that he was all alone. I did better than that. When I got back to the pool area I dropped my towel and looked into the water as if I was going to go in. This generated more of a response, the man said that I had a beautiful body, and that I should really go into the water. Flirtatiously I told him that I would if he got in with me.

When in the water I swam up to him and put my hand on his cock. He started playing with my breasts but I needed more than that. With my other hand I moved his hand to my aching pussy. I let him explore my cunt as I rubbed his cock, feeling it growing in my hand. I loved this new sensation, that he was a stranger, and I was getting so horny I would have cumed under his touch when another man walked into the room and the other man got scared and stopped his wandering hands. Immidietly my pussy felt empty and I knew I needed more. I wanted more.

The man fled and I got back into the sauna, now with the smile of a devil on my face. The other man was right behind me. My master gave me an appreciating grin, I suspect he had been watching as I sat down next to him again. I got my leg back up in the same position, confident now that it would work. A couple of the men left and soon enough it was just me, my master and the man who had interupted my play time left. Horny and frustrated I began to finger my pussy softly, hoping for a cock to replace it soon. My master got out, as to leave us alone, and I saw a smile on the other man's face.

He introduced himself to me, though I must admit I didn't really pick up on his name, and went in for a handshake. It was probably the most intense handshake of my life. He looked deeply into my eyes, and I into his, neither of us breaking the stare. As I got up he pulled me close to him and kissed me passionately. I quickly took his dick in my hand and enjoyed the sensation of another cock in my hand. It was big! As I leaned down to take it in my mouth I couldn't fit it all.

That is when my master walked in. I didn't notice it at first until I felt a finger fucking my pussy roughly. He looked very content with me, no doubt surprised what a good slut I had proven to be already. He sat down next to the man and had me wank him as I sucked the other man off. After a couple of strokes he demanded I be a good whore and suck him for a while. In a heartbeat my mouth changed dicks and a new finger penetrated my soaked pussy. If the other man wasn't so big I would have tried to get him to fuck me, but my recently devirginized cunt couldn't take his size.

A couple of moments later the men saw other people drawing near so, reluctantly, I had to stop and be a good girl again. The other man told me that he was staying hear and if I wanted to get some action later I was more than welcome to come to his room. But that's another story...

Turn the light on

2009-09-20T06:23:00.000-07:00

A while back I published a picture of a candle in my wet, tight cunt, if you remember. Some people teased me that the light wasn't on, so here's for you!

There must be something in the water

2009-09-19T10:15:00.000-07:00

Resisting temptation is not one of my strengths, though this may not surprise you. If i get an urge then I am that urge; I am lust and desire embodied. We all have those things that tears down our mental strength and gets underneath our skin. For some it's chocolate, for me it's masturbating in the shower.

It could be the way the ray of water flows over my clit, just touching in the passing. Or it is the manner of which the water teases my labias, as if a cock was about to enter me and spread them wide apart. Or it is the tender contact between skin and water drop that in an instant can be intensified and harsh. Most likely it is all three in a combination, my wandering mind and horny imagination. As my mind searches for stimulation my body begins its own search.

Initially I direct the shower head intently to where I know that my weakest spots are, to tempt myself, to test my discipline. My body gets taken up, filled with the jolts of pleasure that shoots from my clit through the rest of my body. The discipline is out the door, I have never claimed to have much in the first place, I drop the shower head and let my fingers turn the jolts into powerful waves.

And yes, waves as in seperate orgasms. Plural.

It's getting hot in here so take off all your clothes...

2009-09-19T08:51:00.000-07:00

A little unusual for me but I figured I could afford to be normal...for once. Just to give you an insight in my life I have decided to reveal what is currently closest to my body: My underwear.

Train fun

2009-09-18T08:54:00.000-07:00

Pleasure and disgrace

2009-09-17T12:53:00.000-07:00

There are a lot of "tasks" that can be connected to submission. I usually tell me boyfriend that it's not what you want me to do, it is how you tell me to do it, what words you use, the harsh tone in your voice, the depth of your whisper. Those factors can make my toes curl and make me not even care about what it is he wants me to do. I am already in his control. I am reduced to a filthy slut and nothing but.

Most girls love sucking cock, but for me, thought I love it, the really submissive actions take place a little bit further south. First of all, I love licking and sucking on a man's balls. I can feel how much more pleasure he gets, how much more sensitive the area is to him. The taste, the scent is so different from just cock sucking. So much more addictive. To just let my tongue play and search for his weak spots. Even a submissive enjoys the power of a man moaning from pleasure underneath her touch.

Second of all, and this is my true addiction, is ass licking. I know it can be a touchy area for some people, it's not for everyone, but I happen to enjoy it very much. It is so dirty, a true job for a naughty slut. The feeling of degregation and shame, it washes over me and fills me with lust. Then I know that I really am a little whore, willing to do everything to please my master. Though my former master never explored the degregation part of a dom/sub relationship it has always a bit appealed to me and so far this is the closest that I have gotten. Licking his crack, sticking my tongue in his whole, I love it. And I have never had a man who didn't writhe underneath me from pleasure as I let my tongue do the talking.

But I am really fascinated by the whole disgrace scene of submission so if anyone has any ideas, thoughts or links to websites that explores this, I am all ears.

Kisses
History

School girl

2009-09-17T10:43:00.000-07:00

Public...transportation

2009-09-16T11:22:00.000-07:00

We weren't alone, and we knew it. When he told me to wank him off I knew it was a challenge, a test of my dedication and obedience. He would be able to tell his friends exactly how big of a slut I truly was.

It happened this afternoon, on a badly populated train heading towards the suburbs. I always know when he's upto something, he's got that grin on his face. As if he's trying to tell me that this time he will win, this time he will get to punish me brutally. My sexual apitite has taken him by surprise since the start and now he is determined to find something that I will not do. It's a mission bound to fail, I tell you.

We were sitting next to eachother when he leaned closer to me, his mouth first nibbled my ear, his tongue caressing my earlobe and then trailing down my neck. Finding my weak spots, he's good at that. Just when I started to get chills down my spine his touch vanished. His mouth was close to my ear again, I could feel his breath as he whispered: Make me cum.

There are people around, though no one who can see our actions clearly. I put my coat across his lap, unzip his pants and stick my hand in. Feeling the length of him in my hand was an intoxicating feeling, it made me forget all about my surroundings. As I heard his breath get shallow my urge to suck, taste, lick, got overpowering. I wanted to feel the taste of that little droplet of precum on his head. Wanted to feel him fill my mouth, slide down my throat. I couldn't, I knew I couldn't. But the urge was hard to surpress. I tried to keep a look out for people but my mind was preoccupied. Couldn't think, didn't want to think. At some point I stopped caring, I didn't care if someone understood what my arm movements meant, if they realised what a slut I was, how horny the situation made me. So when he told me, loud and clear: Take it in your mouth you slut, I wasn't going to fight his orders. I removed the coat and took all of him in my mouth. About two seconds later I could feel the warmth of his cum at the back of my throat.

20 seconds later he was zipped up and it was like nothing had happened. No one appeared to notice, at least no one gave a sign that they did. As for me I was only sorry I hadn't gotten to cum as well. Perhaps that will be my reward. A girl can hope. Though I might be to loud for people not to notice...

The return of the video!

2009-09-16T00:50:00.000-07:00

I got a little request yesterday from the lovely Adam of the couple blog http://ormeniparadiset.nu (Lots of great, sexy pictures! Really worth checking out even if you don't understand swedish, their pictures speak a thousand words!). As always I am eager to please, I wouldn't want to have to punish myself, now would I? So here are two little videos of me fingering myself and then sucking the juices of my fingers. Enjoy!

I hope the videos are to your satisfaction...

Flashback

2009-09-14T23:44:00.000-07:00

I have already lost track of what I have previously written about so when I received a question yesterday relating to my former master I figured I might as well answer it here as well, in case more than one person is wondering. If you have already read this before, then I do apologise. Be patient with me...

The question was: how did my relationship with my master start and how did it end?

Well, to start at the beginning I am going to back up to when I was about 14. That is when I got my webcam and that is when I started abusing it. Heavily. I loved caming in front of strangers, and I loved the chance to do their biddings. Though I might have been naive when I started, not really sure of what I was doing, I had several men eager to help me discover the possibilities of caming. I think they were also a bit enthralled by the fact that I had never had an orgasm...

Anyway, when I was 15 I started talking to a man who would turn out to be my master. He really got me to explore my submissive side and sent me porn so that I could find out what it was that really got me going. Easy enough to find out; pretty much everything gets me going. At first I became his online slut, he gave my orders and I obeyed, he told me to send pictures to him and I complied and enjoyed the fact that I could bring him pleasure.

About a year later, when I was 16, we finally met. We both had become addicted to eachother and the thrill we got from our fantasies by then and he wanted to fulfill all of my fantasies, so meeting was inevitable. He had his fingers inside of me within 5 minutes of our first words to eachother. He made me a slut already that first day; he took my virginity and had me wank off two other guys before 24 hours had passed. He was the right person to draw out my sexuality.

So, why did it end? Perhaps it is a cliché to say that all good things come to and end, but in this case it was true. It got on both of our nerves that our age difference kept us from being with eachother in public, and eventually it got too much for me. Really I guess you can say that love destroyed our relationship, we could not have it all. But we had over 6 months of sexual fun before that happened...

Ode to an ass?

2009-09-14T11:49:00.000-07:00

One of the request I got yesterday was for pictures of me fingering my ass, and I am quick to comply. Maybe it is a little too much space devoted entirely to an ass, but if you do not complain then I promise that I will not either.

Take a chance

2009-09-13T11:46:00.000-07:00

Tomorrow I have a planned photo shoot (with myself that is) so I was wanting to get some final input on what pictures to take. Tell me everything and anything that you want to see of me, because, chances are, you just might get your wish fulfilled. I aim to please, as you might know...

Either you can leave a comment or if you want to keep your wish a secret, you can email me at history.teller@hotmail.com. I am looking forward to hearing from you!

Kisses
History

Slut training 101

2009-09-12T10:13:00.000-07:00

First I would just like to say thank you to everyone who has emailed me and expressed how much they like my blog as well as everyone who has emailed me for various other reasons. You all make my day and add to the pleasure that I get from writing posts. I also want to thank all of those people who read my previous blogs and who still stick by me. Again, the enjoyment I get from my posts are magnified 'cause of you.

Now, a topic that is inspired by an email I received a couple of days ago; What are the rules of a slut?

Naturally, this varies, but here are the ones that really turn me on and get my heart beating faster:

1. A slave serves only one master. She exists to pleasure him, only he can tell her if she is allowed to bring pleasure to another man (or woman).

2. A slave is a toy, meant to provide pleasure. Although her master ought to reward her for being a good slut, she is there to please him, not to get pleasure herself. If she behaves she will get it, but the master's desires always come first.

3. She is to obey her master's every order, if not he is allowed to punish her as he sees fit. If he wants her to get naked in front of him or fuck a group of men that is what she will do. And she will enjoy it.

4. A real obedient slave talks only when given permission or asked a question. This can be expanded to apply to any form of noise; if she cries out when he punishes her he can add to the punishment, or if she moans when rewarded he can withdraw the source of the pleasure.

5. A proper slut respects her master and always uses his title, master or sir, when she speaks. This way she is constantly reminded about the fact that he is superior to her.

6. She is not to question orders or ask for their reason. She is to know that her master knows what is good for her better than she does.

7. A slave behaves like a submissive. She doesn't look her master in the eyes, she keeps her head bent and kneels before her master.

These are just some of the ones that I prefer, I know they don't come close to suiting everyone. If you have any suggestions of rules I should add then feel free to add to it, even young sluts, who want to be disobedient at times, can learn. To some degree at least.

Just another day

2009-09-11T09:19:00.000-07:00

Coffee break

2009-09-10T09:40:00.000-07:00

There are some advantages to being in a committed relationship, the most important one being regular access to some naughty fun.

I met my boyfriend earlier today, mainly to catch up, at a quiet café in Stockholm. The intention was to catch up, however the lust was just as clear in his eyes as it was in mine. We wanted eachother and the time, as soon as possible, outweighed the question of place.

We were in a booth, deep into a corner. He leaned over towards me and told me to take off my panties. As he said, I really didn't need them. I was wearing a black dress with a slit, almost reaching my pussy, at the front. As I was getting up to head towards the restroom he grabbed a hold of me and told me to it right there. I looked around. People were present but they were hardly paying us any attention. I sat down again and slid my hands underneath my dress in the most subtle way that I could master.

He gave me an appreciative look when he saw my black lace thong sliding down my thighs. I bent over to get them over my heels and handed them to him. Quietly he told me that they were wet. What was there to do but agree? Naturally I blushed before I said yes, he likes it when I act ashamed due to my strong sexuality.

He told me to lick them and suck on the juices I had stained them with. Clean up the mess you have made, he said in that voice that is so hard to refuse. I obeyed. Of course. I'm still not sure if anyone saw me put my own panties in my mouth and lick up my own horniness. But I did it thoroughly, he looked very pleased with me.

He grabbed me by the hand and made me follow him to the male restroom. There were no one in any of the stalls nor in the room itself, at last we were all alone. Free to do something I am fairly sure the restaurant owners would not approve of. He shoved me into one of the stalls, bent me over the toilet, lifted up the back of my dress, unzipped his pants and pushed his cock deep into me.

Disgrace

2009-09-09T08:43:00.000-07:00

A couple of days ago I wrote a segment about my desire to get flaunted as the whore I am in front of my boyfriends mates. As the days have gone by this idea has gotten more and more firmly lodged in my head, I can't seem to shake the thought of it.

I imagine watching tv with him and a couple of his friends when he suddenly exclaims that he has a girlfriend who is willing to do anything. I would blush, pretend like I don't understand what he means. His friends tell him to prove it.

He looks at me with that look in his eyes, I can tell he's up to no good. Never taking his eyes off mine he tells me to pull my shirt and bra down so that they all can see my tits. When I hesitate he tells me the challenges will only get worse if I refuse. I look around, they are all starring at me, and slowly pull down my top so that my hard nipples are visible. A smirk appears on his face, my face gets even more red as I can feel the juices forming wet spots on my panties. He knows it, he can see it in my eyes. So he asks me to remove my panties and give them to him. I follow his orders, aware that he will comment upon the stain my horniness has left on my underwear. I feel ashamed that his friends will know that their looks are getting me horny. The shame only adds to my wetness.

He passes my panties around and lets everyone see how wet this has gotten me. Next he tells me to straddle him, facing our crowd, and then unzips his pants. As my behind slowly gets closer to his groin his hands grip my hips and he pulls me down, onto his cock. I can't surpress the moan that escapes my lips in the moment that he penetrates me. The eyes on me are not blinking, I have their full attention.

He tells me to ride them and to not close my eyes. He wants me to watch his friends as I fuck him. He wants his friends to watch me, see what a slut I am, and obedient at that. I look at them, trying to hide the horniness in my eyes, I can't see it but I know it's there. Suddenly they all start to get up and approach us. I understand that my boyfriend must have given them some kind of signal. In a second their hands are all over my body, feeling my breasts, squeezing my nipples. One of them puts his hand behind my head and pulls me in, my lips meet his in an intense kiss.

They start unzipping their pants as well...And that is where my imagination seizes to tell me how the night goes on. Perhaps it just doesn't want to get its hopes up.

Offers

2009-09-08T08:37:00.000-07:00

When you broadcast yourself as a very open and sexual girl you are bound to get some offers. It is inevitable as I have discovered. Some of them are appealing, some are very tempting and others are...I can't quite put my finger on it.

The most tempting one was when a guy offered me the spot as a full time slave. I would have loved the opportunity to get to be a submissive, get to express my obedience and please and serve my master 24/7. It would be like a horny dream to be his pet and him controlling me fully. Let him brand me, declare I only serve him. Maybe one day...

A fun thing that a guy offered me was to do a naked portrait of me. Being confident in my own skin and loving to reveal my body I found that extremely erotic. Like foreplay that just goes on and on, my body exposed to his eyes, him observing me in detail. I would be able to feel my cunt lips getting wetter and starting to drip with time. Can't remember why I turned it down now that I think about it...

Most older men who try to get down and dirty with me tend to describe themselves as "generous", something I have always had a difficult time with. When my old master paid for hotel rooms it made me uncomfortable so when a guy offered to get an apartment that I could stay in I didn't really know what to answer. Naturally the condition was that he stayed there with me at times and he could fuck me whenever he wanted. Although the idea of a sugar daddy makes me really turned on, makes me feel like a proper whore, I could never accept it. I have troubles accepting gifts. I could be spending much more time doing this blog and would have a lot more to write if I didn't have that issue...Sucks, doesn't it?

The most common of all offers, though, is marriage. I don't really understand that one...Who wants to marry a slut and a cam girl? Makes absolutely no sense...But, oh well.

Office slut?

2009-09-07T12:10:00.000-07:00

School girl

2009-09-07T08:42:00.001-07:00

School is the most difficult of tasks, at least for me. Why? Because there's no authority that is as sexy as a teacher. I have several male teachers who are a bit older but still handsome, in a confident kind of way. What submissive wouldn't want to be punished by a teacher for not having done their homework? To be forced to bend over his desk as he lifts up my skirt and give my ass a couple of swats before he pushes his throbbing cock in to my disciplined cunt. He takes advantage of my tight pussy as he tells me to behave, to be a good girl, making me want to be a bad girl over and over for him to keep giving me this treatment.

I am always wearing my school girl outfit when I picture this scenario, perhaps that is why I try to wear it to school as often as possible. Some people call me a tease, I call it hoping for the best.

Don't pass me up

2009-09-06T12:42:00.000-07:00

Is it weird for a girl to be completely okay with her boyfriend passing around pictures of her naked body? I suspest the answer is: Yes!

Call me weird, but I have always gotten a bit turned on by the fact that my boyfriend tells his friends about our dirty little secrets and now he's stepped it up a notch. I recently found out he's been sharing confidential (as far as he knows) pictures of me with some of his friends, a picture message here and there. It should be embarrasing for me to see them now, I should be appalled by him letting them see me but, surprise surprise, I'm not.

Whenever I see them now it gives me such a thrill to know that they have seen me naked, that they want me and that they know they can't have me. Now I can tease them, because they know how dirty I am but they can't even say it out loud because they don't know that I know that they know...Was that confusing?

First my pictures are passed around as if I'm his property, he lets me be the slut that his friends can pleasure themselves over. Then I get the satisfaction of flashing them my bare cunt whenever I see them. What is there not to love?

The only thing I wish for now is that he shows them what a truly obedient whore I am. I have fantasies where he forces me to get naked in front of him and his friends as to show the power that he has over me. Perhaps I will tell you more about that later...

The light of my life

2009-09-06T06:12:00.000-07:00

In the throws of passion

2009-09-05T08:16:00.000-07:00

I finally got the right medicine for the decrease that I have experienced in my sex life. When my boyfriend came over last night I pulled him close to my body with a firm grip on his shirt and whispered in his ear: Fuck me now.

He pushed me up against the wall and kissed me with force and passion. His hands were everywhere: my breasts, my thighs, my stomach. They were rough against my skin but that was exactly what I needed. We ripped eachother's clothes of, right now I don't really know how we managed to get them all off without taking our hands of the other person. My hands had immidietly found his cock, the thing I longed for, needed, most of all.

We found ourselves in the kitchen so I jumped up on the kitchen table and pulled him into my wet, aching cunt in one quick move. Though I knew that my kitchen has a big window facing the street, and that people could easily see us enjoying eachother's bodies, I didn't care. It only made me more turned on. I got louder, screamed more as he thrusted into me, wanting people to hear.

He came deeep inside my cunt and then gave me my underwear so that I could put them on again. As I stood up I could feel his spunk dripping into my panties as I saw a big grin on his face. Message received: He wanted me to wear his cum the rest of the night. I was more than happy to do so.

Look up my shorts

2009-09-04T11:31:00.000-07:00

Lack of sex = me+psycho

2009-09-04T09:46:00.000-07:00

I hate weekdays! Wednesdays, mondays, thursdays, all of them...Okay, I am overreacting but ever since school started my sex life has been extremely deminished and the weekdays are to blame. So far today I have already pleasured myself twice and more is to cum...

This has been an incredibly frustrating week for me, I haven't had sex in 4 days. I am not trying to make myself sound like a victim but I have an addiction for crying out loud. And, being sexually frustrated, my limits have been tested more than previously this week. To not feel the movement of a cock against my labias, the exploring touch of a man's hands nor his lips against my skin. No goose bumps as he teases my clit, no tingling sensation as his fingers circles my nipples. To not flirt, to not beg to get fucked, has been close to impossible.

My boyfriend better come over soon. When he does he will be attacked by a horny lunatic the moment he walks through the door. I'm going to push him up against the wall, rip his clothes off and beg for him to fuck me. Even though I am a submissive I don't usually beg, to be frank I am lousy at it. But tonight I don't have the patience to play games, to be seductive and tempting. I want to tease him, the time apart must have been hard on him too, but I know he will only tease me back. And I know I will be the first to give in...

Heat

2009-09-03T09:48:00.000-07:00

I usually prefer being exposed to pain by a second party but I am not one to deny myself the thrill when the mood strikes. Having candle wax dribbled all over my body is so erotic, you never know when the next drop will blend with your skin, the shock makes you gasp for air. It doesn't hurt, it just stimulates my nerve system. The heat, it spreads throughout my whole body.

These are some example pictures, although this is self caused. I would have prefered to have a blindfold and a dominating man or woman holding the candle over my body, making it drip over my sensitive zones. A girl can't have everything I suppose...

A quick flash

2009-09-02T10:30:00.000-07:00

This is me on the train this morning. Although it isn't one of the most daring things I have done it gives you a little taste of what it is that I enjoy so much. And yes, there were people around.

p.s. Återigen tack till Killen och girlie för den fina kommentaren. Synd att det bara var en trekant i tanken ;) d.s.

Buy a slut

2009-09-02T00:10:00.001-07:00

The first time it was an accident. We, me and my former master, didn't intend for it to happen when we went there. Though I'm not sure what our, or his, intentions were. It was at a swedish beach known for questionable activities. It seemed just right for us. As I had stripped naked, he liked me tanning like that, we were approached by a man in his late forties. How much did my master want for him to be able to fuck me, he wondered. My master was unsure whether to proceed or not, mainly I think he doubted that I was ready. The man then asked for a wank and after a few debates we settled on a price: 500 swedish kronors. I didn't realise I had just settled on my future rate.

The man laid down next to me, he was already ready for action. He handed my master the money and immidietly started fondling my breasts. I moaned from the sudden stimulation, grabbed his cock and slowly let my hand slide up and down the length of it. My master told me to suck it, so, of course, I did. I took all of it in my mouth, I could hear the change in the man's breathing. He was really enjoying himself. It wasn't long till he cumed, squirted his seed down my throat. The excitement made him cum quick, at the time my excitement made me wish he hadn't. I had wanted him to fuck me.

This was only the first out of many times my master pimped me out. He never seemed to have trouble finding buyers of my body, whether we were at hotels, beaches or public pools there seemed to be someone aching to feel my body move underneath them. But from there on out he didn't hesitate to have guys fuck me, much to my content. The rate was a fuck (with condom) for 1000 kronors and a wank/BJ for 500 kronors.I loved it. It was so dirty, so secret, so tabu. It wasn't right and I got pleasure from that. They didn't want to know my name nor did they tell me their names, and the feeling of just being two people who meet to fuck made the tension raw, touchable.

Most of the men were older, not always the most attractive people. That didn't bother me, it was the exchange, money for sex that really got my blood pumping, sent shivers down my spine and made me cum when they fucked me. Sometimes I refused to fuck some of them, I wanted my master to force me, make me fuck them, tell me that now I was nothing but a whore. And he didn't disappoint me.

What did I do with the money? To be honest I don't remember. I suppose they vanished somewhere. It was never about making money anyway. It was about being the whore that I needed to be.

Ass continuation

2009-09-01T12:10:00.000-07:00

Boring pictures perhaps...But what's a girl to do? I simply didn't think that the previous ass pictures showed off the shape of my ass properly.

Ouch!

2009-08-31T23:15:00.000-07:00

Today I am hating on the person who created high heels. I doubt he is still alive but I hope he can still feel my hatred. Why, you say? I am hating him because I have a feeling my feet will never be the same again after the beating they put up with.

I love waering sexy outfits out in public and the high heels are usually an essential part of the outfit. To make people look at me, desire me even though they do not know me. Mmmm...The mere thought makes me shudder. Naturally, part of the time their eyes are do to the fact that I flash them, it is hard to look away then. I do not go without panties for nothing. If a sexy girl in a short, tight dress and long legs, 'cause of her stilettos, lifts her skirt for you, would you look away? I know I would not if someone was kind enough to do it back to me.

The ability to get men's attention is one that brightens up my mundane existence, and provides my weekdays with a sexual lining. For an exhibitionist like myself, this is the most gripping form of foreplay. It sends shivers through my body and makes me horny beyond control. So sometimes I have to make myself cum in the bathroom of my school, if the desire have taken over me.

I think I digressed a bit there...Oh well. Summary: My feet hurt because I cannot stop playing sexual games.

Kiss my...

2009-08-31T12:57:00.000-07:00

Switching it up

2009-08-31T00:10:00.000-07:00

I know I am a bit known for being submissive, however this certainly does not mean that I mind taking on the opposite role from time to time. The arousal that comes from having power over someone else is quite intoxicating, why deny myself that extra thrill? So, yesterday, I got to try on being the dom in my relationship. Though I am a mere beginner I must say I enjoyed it.

It was not planned, it was a spontaneous whim. We were laying on the bed, me and him, and I had the urge to "attack" him, so to speak. I layed my body on top of his, pressing him down, pulled his head back by his hair and kissed him passionately. With one leg on either side of his torso I kept him underneath me (though I do not doubt he could have turned me over if he pleased). I grabbed the belts that hang of the end of his bed and tied his hands to the headboard. Slowly I unbuttoned his shirt, kissing my way down his chest, licking his nipples, biting them softly and then letting my lips trace his sixpack. After I had pulled his pants and underwear off my tongue tasted the inside of his thighs, kissing all around the sweet spot. My lips followed the length of his cock before encircling the head. I just gave him a mere taste of what my mouth felt like and moved on to his balls, taking them one by one into my mouth. Licking and sucking on them, then following them down to that little spot between his balls and his ass and licked it thouroughly. I let my tongue move upwards again, licked off the droplets of precum on the tip of his dick and then reached for another couple of belts.

His feet was tied up by his hands so that he was lying curled up with his ass in the air. I started of where I had left it before, that spotright above his ass, that he loves me licking. Slowly and sensually I moved down to let me tongue play against his asshole. His moans where clear, he loves me toying with his ass, and, naturally, I love playing with it. I licked his whole crack and then got the tip of my tongue past his rosebud. Again, I moved up to that special spot and stuck a finger into his ass instead. I let both my finger and tnogue work there magic at the same time, but at different paces. At times, when he least suspected it, I slapped his ass so that he could feel the thrill of pain that I love so much.

I could not take it much longer. I untied his legs, got untop of him and rode him in the pace that I chose. For once he could not dictate the speed so I made sure to do it slow, as to make him wish for me to go faster. I told him that he was not allowed to cum until I had gotten at least one orgasm, he would get severely punished then for depriving me of my pleasure. As the wave built inside of me I could see it in his eyes he was trying to keep himself from exploding. When I screamed out as the electrifying sensation filled me he filled me as well, but with his tasty seed.

What do YOU want?

2009-08-30T01:30:00.000-07:00

As always I am looking for ideas for pictures to post here so if you feel like there's something you want to see don't hesitate to leave a comment or send me an email.

Kisses

History

p.s. Ass pictures are coming...

Take me on the bed

2009-08-29T09:20:00.000-07:00

First of all I really want to thank "Killen och Girlie" who left a heart warming comment on my previous post. You truly made my day, I was walking around with a big smile on my face afterwards.

Second of all I want to tell you about an event that was put into action a couple of days ago.

Although my boyfriend doesn't like sharing me with others he does share a lot of my other fantasies, such as being raped/raping. It was about two days ago, I was wearing my school girl skirt, white blouse, knee high socks, white bra and white cotton panties, that he decided to give me a pleasant surprise.

I was tidying up in my room when he all of a sudden put a hand over my mouth, an arm around my neck to choke me and dragged me to my bed. I tried to fight back, well aware of what he was doing, and as I almost succeeded in escaping his fierce grip he grabbed my hair and pulled me back to him by it. In my ear he whispered: Shut up you fucking whore or I will kill you.

He pushed me down onto the bed and held me down, his knees on my legs, his hand holding both of my arms down. With his other hand he ripped my shirt apart and as I gave a yelp to his sudden move he put his hand around my throat, cutting of my air, and spat on my face. I thought I told you to shut up, he said.

He played roughly with my breasts, I still have marks from his hands on them. Then he slid one hand down to my cunt and ripped my panties off and shoved his cock deep in me without further ado. As I screamed, begging for help, that I would do anything, give him anything if he just didn't do this to me, he turned me around, pressed my face against the pillow and fucked my ass hard.

It hurt, and I tried to scream but the little oxygen I got wasn't enough to make a sound. What he was doing made my pussy juice soak the sheets. He pulled out of me and wanked off as he pulled my hair back so that he could see my face and I could see his. He cumed in my hair and all over my face. Then he gave me strict orders to keep it there until he told me it was alright to remove it.

I can still smell the scent of his sperm in my hair. It's lovely.

Step up

2009-08-28T08:19:00.000-07:00

One step at a time

2009-08-27T10:38:00.000-07:00

Striptease

2009-08-26T09:52:00.000-07:00

This is a little strip tease. These are the first pictures (fairly undressed as well) and there is going to be less and less clothes as the days pass. So keep a look out for the next pictures if you want to see the bra vanish.

Look deep into my eyes...

2009-08-25T12:01:00.000-07:00

...well, it's not my eyes exactly.

School slut?

2009-08-25T09:18:00.000-07:00

What is the worst thing about school? I will tell you right now...

What do you do when your in class and feel that far too familiar tingling sensation in your pussy? The will to touch is strong, and, in my case, the will to flirt is stronger. In that moment it wouldn't suffice to simply go in to the school toilet and finger myself quickly to one, or more, powerful orgasms. Fighting to not let any noise escape, flutter pass my lips, to not scream out during the most persistent waves. When the mood strikes, this might put my need for pleasure at bay, but it will never fully settle my horniness.

What do I need then? It's simple. Sex.

To get fucked hard against the restroom wall by any guy who happens to catch my eye when the sensation becomes strong. I need it, I wouldn't mind being the classroom slut. It would all be worth it to have someone to satisfy my hunger. If they only knew how dirty I really am perhaps they would understand the look in my eyes...That look that can only be described as desire.

I like it from behind...

2009-08-24T12:02:00.000-07:00

...I most certainly do. The passion and force involved in doggie style sex is so raw and touchable. Give it to me...now!

Teach me a lesson

2009-08-24T09:05:00.000-07:00

You hold my hands in a firm grip, they are turned uncomfortably, being pushed against my lower back. A knee slides in, brutally, between my legs, spreading them. Even though your on duty, you know that a police officer isn't allowed to conduct a body search this way. However, your weapons make you feel powerful, you know I can't fight back. Mentally you have the upper hand. It's an abuse of your power, seeing as I really hadn't done anything wrong. But when you had me pull over to the side of the road and saw my innocent face looking up at you, praying that I hadn't broken the law, you saw your chance.

My face was pressed against the hood of your car, my cheek touched the cold metal. You reached in under my skirt and pulled my panties down. Though I wasn't sure what to expect I was surprised when you lifted my skirt up and spanked me hard. You said something about me driving to fast and that little girls who think they can bend the rules need to get a lesson. That was what you were supplying me with.

Sexually, you didn't lay a hand on me. You just slapped my ass, until it was bright red, and screamed in my ear that I better learn, I better behave. Slowly your assault on my ass stopped and you pulled me away from your car and pushed me towards my own. The worst part wasn't how weak I had felt beneath you, nor how you had abused me. It was that you left me with juices trickling down my leg. If you only had finished the job that you had started. I ached for you, needed to feel you in me. But you had just teased me.

As I was about to pull away you came up to my window and whispered: Don't even consider cumming to this you little slut...

Then you left me there, left me with nothing but horniness. Though I didn't have to obey your final order I did. I was now an obedient girl. One lesson well learned.

Love me tender...or not

2009-08-23T10:18:00.000-07:00

Trading in for a younger modell

2009-08-22T08:27:00.000-07:00

Why would a person who is getting all the sexual tension and adventures that she wants "trade down" for a committed, and, more importantly, faithful, relationship? My previous master had me fuck anyone I pleased, and didn't please if he wanted to play that game, as well as letting me become a total animal, live for sex and just be there to pleasure him. What I wanted wasn't essential, I lived to perform his dirty orders and cater to his every desire. I loved it! Being a sexual beast, meant to be used, is my second nature. Maybe even my true nature.

So, what happened, you might ask? Did his age (he was in his fifties) get in the way? Yes and no, to be honest. His age never bothered me, in fact it was quite a turn on. I enjoyed him being my "daddy" as much as I loved being his young little sex toy. What I lacked was the passion; getting thrown on the bed and being taken with such immense force that you don't know if you will ever recover. I can't deny that I ached for a bigger cock as well. Enter my current boyfriend.

Even though he has a strong aversion to me being fucked by others (riddiculous!) I have never before been filled up so completely. His cock hits all the right spots inside of me, the way it caresses my labias as he fuck me gives me chills. I love the feel of his spunk dripping out of me after sex, stroking my thighs. I love the taste of it as he fills my mouth with his juices. Though, most importantly, I love the way he pulls my head back by my hair, spit on my face and tell me what a little whore I am. Now that is passion...

Did I mention I love it when he rapes me? Oh well, another time maybe...

Nipple clamps...well hair pins at least

2009-08-21T00:10:00.000-07:00

I love nipple torture. First it's the initial feeling when my nipples ache and send shivers all the way down to my clit. Then there's the sweet release, when the blood flow starts up and the pain is intensified.

Sweet promises

2009-08-20T00:07:00.000-07:00

I promised more, and here comes more...

Shirt and nothing but

2009-08-19T00:24:00.000-07:00

More pictures from this session are coming...

(Don't) Try This At Home

2009-08-18T00:33:00.000-07:00

Take away one of your senses and the others are heightened. Does this sound familiar? Yesterday I tried it out for myself. Me and my boyfriend had passionate sex, however, this time my eyes were closed throughout it all. When he put his long cock in me I could feel the head pass my inner lips, I could feel every stroke. I didn't know where his hands where, couldn't anticipate their movements. I could just let them feel the length of my body. The feeling when he pinched my nipples was multiplied by 5, the feeling surprised me, overwhelmed me. He knew it and he took advantage over it. He varied the speed and intensity of his strokes, he felt my breasts then all of a sudden he slapped my thighs, he didn't touch me and then he pulled my head back by my hair out of the blue.

Though, I have to admit, I was also weakened by this. My eyes are a massive part of my sexual power of him. In my eyes he can see my excitement, my yearning and my desires. With my eyes I can control him, show him what I want and make him turned on as well. I have often been told I have a "pornstar look" in my eyes, and I use it to my advantage. But the submissive in me enjoyed losing control; it was as if he held me down with his strength and was using me. I couldn't communicate with him through my eyes and therefor he was free to do as he pleased.

It was the most turned on I have been in ages. And the sensuality of his surprising touch made me cum harder than I ever have.

Oh, cum on!

2009-08-17T04:20:00.000-07:00

I had some fun this morning...Care to join me?

Correct me if I'm wrong

2009-08-16T04:03:00.001-07:00

I have two things on my agenda today, at least that involves you. First of all, I want to correct what I said yesterday about Swedish men being too shy, I realise that might be generalising a bit. When I am in a foreign land I can just let loose so much more, I can be myself and take what I want to a greater extent than had I been in Sweden. When no one knows you there's total freedom. You can have sex on the beach, fuck in the restroom of a club, strip on the bar or orgasm on the dancefloor. That is why I love foreign men. No words need to be said, no names exchanged, 'cause you will be far gone by the time the sun rises. Unfortunately the money from student aid doesn't support this kind of hobby. I am just slightly bitter about this.

Second of all, I am interested in suggestions: What do you want to read about? What do you want to see of me? I am, after all, here to please you. And then you ought to get a say in the matter.

Kisses
History

Just dance

2009-08-15T06:32:00.000-07:00

I don't really like clubbing in Sweden. The men rarely do more than look and make a comment about what that outfit does to your body; they are too shy. Perhaps, and I will admit this is true, it's simply because they don't know who they are dealing with. And to be honest, how should they? They can't possibly know that I am more the sex beast than the beauty and that I would just love for them to slowly drag their hands all over my body during our dance.

Earlier this summer I was out clubbing in another of the European countries' capitals, and the tune was very different there. I got the attention of a 20 or so year old male there and we began flirting, after a dance he was already sneaking his hand down towards my chest. My breathing became rapid but I had an idea in mind for him.

I grabbed his hand and dragged him to the dancefloor. First we danced close together, chest pressed against chest, and I rubbed my cunt on his growing hardon. I didn't say anything, just made him see that my wetness was soaking the crotch of his pants, I wasn't wearing any panties. Over the loud music I could hear his breathing catch up to my own as the truth dawned on him.

I spun around. Now rubbing my ass on his cock I took his hands, safely placed on my breasts by himself, and made sure that they continued down, feeling my body, until they reached my cunt. He started rubbing my clit as we kept moving to the beat on the dancefloor. The bartenders were looking, as were some of the people who were standing by the dancefloor. His hand was tucked away nicely underneath my skirt so even though they couldn't see what he was doing to me our dancing was starting to resemble that of a bedroom dance. We were grinding our bodies hard against eachother and he kept playing with my cunt as my ass moved in circular motions around his dick. The excitement of everyone watching,along with the pleasure that was spreading through my pelvis, built up inside of me. I had never orgasmed in public before, not when I knew people were watching me intently, but I couldn't bury the urge inside of me. It was to be let out. In a somewhat silent cry (thank god the music was loud) I let my orgasm run free, felt the jolts of pleasure spread through my body, that was in spasm under his touch.

I politely thanked him for the dance and left the club feeling very content with myself.

One cock is no cock, two cocks are an orgasm?

2009-08-14T01:29:00.000-07:00

Confession time: I love double penetration! Okay, maybe that is not so much of a confession but it is true, to say the least. Though I have not had the chance of getting gangbanged or had a threesome with my boyfriend I am quite talented of faking one. Sometimes when I am really in the mood I fuck my ass, with a marker, gluestick (lid on) or anything that is around really, while my boyfriend fuck my cunt. To feel my boyfriends big dick in me at the same time as the smaller object penetrates my asshole, the two moving in different speed...ooooh it drives me wild.

My orgasms are always so much stronger and intense when I have had my ass fucked or, even better, is getting it fucked all the way through the orgasm. People say there is plenty of nerves there and that is why it works this way, personally I do not care. I just scream and moan when it happens. That is good enough for me.

Buttplug next purchase?

2009-08-13T11:28:00.000-07:00

I wish I had an actual buttplug for this occasion, but a horny girl must use what she has.

Dogging

2009-08-13T03:11:00.000-07:00

This is a story about an event that happened to me about a year ago. Me and my former Master went to a nudist beach to enjoy flashing my cunt and all of my body to men who were eager to see it. I was lying on a blanket, surrounded by green grass that tickled my feet, my legs wide spread to give my watchers a good look of my wet hole. Sensually, but in a natural manner, I caressed my body for their viewing. About 5 men were lying within 10 meters of me, watching and rubbing their hardons. They made eyes with me, knew how tempted I was by their cocks, but we just kept watching eachother. It was like a game.

After a while there my Master suggested we head back to the car in the parking lot and as we left so did many others. I was approached by one of the men who had been starring at me and he said he thought I looked beautiful. That was it. Afraid to say anything else, he walked away.

As we were sitting in the car we waited for some of the men hanging around to leave. I suppose we thought that the chances of something happening increased when fewer people were around. That was apparently not the case. When no one left I decided to make the most of it. I opened tha door on my side and stuck one leg out. Next to my Master's car there was a man in a van who seemed intrigued by my movements. For him I started rubbing my clit then I stuck my finger into my soaked pussy and took it out to show him how wet I was. He just watched. What a shame for him.

Giving up on the fact that the van-guy would dare to try something I stepped out of the car and unbuttoned my shirt, as if I was hot, and spied for the other guys who were still hanging around. They were easy to find. I enjoyed putting on a show for them, both now and at the beach, but I was getting too horny, too excited. I needed something to happen! Sometimes you just have to make things happen yourself.

One guy was standing by his car, wanking himself. Slowly I walked over to him, removed his hand from his cock and took over. It didn't take long for him to shoot his cum all over my hand. As he was getting ready to get back into the car I gave him a sexy look and licked his cum off my hand. I think I saw a hint of a smile on his face.

I walked back to my Master's car and I noticed that while I was busy feeling the big cock a minute earlier everyone had begun to draw closer to me. The fact that I had initiated it seemed to have made them less shy. I sat down back in the car, still with my leg out and pussy directed toward the public, and one guy walked up to me and started rubbing my clit. At the same time he was jerking off, and I couldn't resist one more cock and even more spunk. I love spunk!

Soon enough he cumed as well, all over my leg. Before he gave me a chance to get a good taste of his cum he brought out a tissue and wiped off my leg with it. Again, what a shame.

I had hoped this would make the others realise I wanted their cocks, that I needed their cocks. But no. After this I was only approached by one guy who asked me how much I cost. I said 500 kronors. I would have loved the opportunity to be a real whore. Unfortunately he backed away again. And even though my need for cum wasn't fully fulfilled for the day, I had still very much enjoyed it all.

As wet as it gets

2009-08-12T10:05:00.000-07:00

Here is my wet pussy after an intense masturbation session. The picture just felt like something I HAD to do.

Full frontal

2009-08-12T07:01:00.000-07:00

Can you tell that I usually tan topless?

Please let me pleasure you

2009-08-12T02:35:00.000-07:00

People usually say that men find women a riddle, a baffling mystery they spend their life solving. Personally, I think the solution to that riddle is quite simple, even mundane. Women want flattery, encouragement and compliments. I know for a fact that is the easiest way to get into my own panties.

However, when it comes to men I am the one left baffled. Naturally you can't generalise, all men are individuals after all, but I am still eager to find out what it takes to get into a man's pants. And stay there. As a person with a major submissive side to her personality, I want to please. I don't have sex for my own satisfaction but to provide the man with satisfaction. That is what makes me horny and increases the sensitivity of my skin, so that a single touch can cause my pussy to stir.

So what is it that draws a man's attention to me? Tell me what you like...What clothes, behaviour and, most importantly, events in the bed? I will be ever so grateful.

Kisses
History

Am I who you think about in bed?

2009-08-11T11:02:00.000-07:00

Unfortunately I haven't gotten much writing done today, but I figured that the least I could do was post another picture of my yearning cunt. Today it's even a new angle.

The delight of the shower

2009-08-11T00:56:00.000-07:00

Why is it that masturbation becomes so irresistible in the shower? Is it the whole thing that I am already naked so I might as well take my chance? Or is it touching myself, feeling my body with my hands and the soothing touch of the water that makes my pussy awaken?

I do not know the answer, all I know is that I just had three amazing orgasms in the shower and that I would have loved to create even more sequels. But sometimes you got to know when to stop. I would have been in there all day if I had not stopped.

Here's a little treat, fresh from the shower.

If it's not rough it isn't fun

2009-08-10T12:01:00.000-07:00

I understand there are some people who read this blog that are unfamiliar with my history, mainly constituting of my relationship with my Master. I am going to give you a quick glance at what kind of things me and him did, then, if you wish, I will get deeper and deeper in our sexual secrets (well, they aren't so much secrets anymore after they have been published here, but you get the gist).

When I met my Master (I was 16 at the time) I was a virgin. It might seem hard to believe, however it is the truth, that I once was a virgin. In spite of my innocent I cannot deny that I was a slut at heart. By then I had been showing my body to strangers on the internet for about 2 years (which means I was 14 when I started developing the whore in me). My master was one of those strangers until the day that we decided to meet. I was anxious for him to show me exactly what sex could be, and the experiments one could persue if one wished. The first day he took my virginity. The second he had me flash my cunt and wank off two strangers in a pool area. He gave me orders and I obeyed. And god did I enjoy it! Even now I miss being pushed and controlled, spanked if I am bad. Rewarded if I am good.

Since then he's whipped me, beaten me in public, had me flash various body parts, made me rub strangers cocks on the subway etc, peed on me etc. Meanwhile, the most exciting of them all was without a doubt the dogging. Meeting strangers in a parking lot and wanking them off like a dirty little slut made me feel like quite the...well, dirty little slut I suppose. Other events, competing for the number one place, are a couple of threeways, with my master and another guy, and selling oralsex at a beach. Nothing makes me feel like being a whore than actually being one. Sounds logical, doesn't it? And I love that feeling, and my master knew I loved it. That was the beauty of it all. He knew what I wanted, he knew how I wanted to feel, how I wanted to be treated.

When I first met him I never suspected the lines that I would cross. That's why I needed him, for alone I never would have done the deeds that I now have. I needed someone to push me, see my own sexuality and use it. Help me explore what I desired, admit to the dreams I have always kept to myself.

Certain things have to end though. I was ready to try and see my sexuality for myself, without help from others. Not saying I wouldn't want another master, whenever I read stories about sexual domination they still get my clit twitching. Some day, perhaps, I will find a new Master who can bring out whole new urges in me...

Till then

Kisses
History

Close up

2009-08-10T07:04:00.000-07:00

Told you they were coming! Here is my newly shaven cunt, as promised. What do you think?

Sweet dream

2009-08-10T01:10:00.000-07:00

You come in to my room, a burglar in the night. One of my smooth, tanned legs is sticking out from the nest of the covers, being caressed by the tender air. I am sleeping peacefully, a sleep without dreams, without awareness of what is going on around me. You pull the covers of my naked body, slowly, carefull not to wake me. Then you gaze upon my body. Do you see the way my breasts curve? The soft line beneath them? Do you see my delicate skin, glimmering in the moonlight that is flowing in from the window? Your eyes trail down my flat stomach, leading you to that hidden place. You think that it is yours for the taking.

From the bag, which you have brought, you pull out some ropes and a blindfold, fashioned by a black scarf. First you tie one end of the rope around my wrist, the other end to my headboard. You do the same to my other arm, followed by my ankles, which you tie to the bedposts. You move swiftly even though you barely touch me. As you are tying the blindfold around my head you feel in my movement that I am close to awakening. You hurry along and get it tied securely behind my head. When I awake I am struck by darkness, then of the sensation that I can no longer move my extremeties. At first I am blissfully quiet, however, as the panic rises within me I feel the urge to scream. But you are a step ahead of me, your hand is firmly placed over mouth to keep me from making any noises.

"Be very quiet and I won't hurt you...much", you say. I can hear the smirk in your voice. You are enjoying seeing me in this predicament, my panic. Now you have total control over me. And my body.

"You won't scream will you? What good will it do? Can you think of one person who would hear you and come to your rescue? No? Didn't think so. Then I assume you will cooperate?" I have merely been listening to your monolouge, been giving no answers. You are quiet for a second then I hear a loud 'smack', followed by a pain streaming from my jaw and chin.

"When I ask you a question you answer it! I won't hesitate to give you a real spanking if you don't do as I say. So, will you cooperate now?" I nod, still taken aback by what was happening.

"Now, lets see what we have here" You caress my body roughly, let ur hands follow the line in the centre of my belly. They stop when you reached my pussy. You softly touch my outer lips, trace them, then you let your fingers slip into my slit. Now you seem to be the one surprised.

"Hmmm, are you wet?"you say. "I didn't realise I was dealing with such a little slut. You don't care that I am a stranger who will rape your body, you just want sex and cock don't you?" I was ashamed of the fact that you were right about my wetness. All of a sudden I wished I could control my body, I didn't mean for it to give me away. I felt so violated by you, yet I couldn't stop the juices dripping out of my cunt.

"Yes, you most certainly are a filthy whore. Do you like me calling you that?" I gave you no response. "I will interpret your silence as a yes. You are a dirty girl aren't you? You like me using you." I couldn't help myself from shaking my head. No. I didn't want you think that you had the right to do this to me. Yet, deep down inside of me I felt that I was lying. My nipples were rockhard and my clit pulsating. I might have said no, but my body said yes.

"We will see if you are a dirty girl." Your fingers fill up my cunt suddenly. I give of a moan. You laugh at me. I bite my lip to keep you from getting the satisfaction of knowing that you are pleasuring me. In and out, your fingers fuck me hard, the invasion is rough, your four fingers penetrate me over and over with no tenderness. Your thumb you move towards my clit. You rub, more tenderly than your fingers are behaving. Waves of pleasure drift through me. I can feel a powerful orgasm building up inside of me. The pleasure reflects on my face, you see it, it is exactly what you want.

"Are you ready to cum now? I told you that you are a little whore, nothing more than a cunt wanting to be penetrated. Only a whore would cum when she's being raped. You can't resist it much longer. You are going to cum like the slut you are." I wanted so bad to deny that you were right. Your thumbs control over my clit made it hard, and your fingers, feeling like a whole cock, made it even harder. You had reduced me to an animal, an animal who just wanted to let go and cum. Your animal. This was a battle of power. If I cumed you would win, I would have surrendered to you and your amazing touch. I would be yours, your slut, your filthy whore. Just like you declared.

I tried to move my pelvis away from your touch but you just slapped my thigh and held me still. I shuddered as you slapped me again. I couldn't help it. You kept slapping me, and perhaps it was that finally drove me over the edge. Under your firm touch I cumed and cumed and cumed. My hips bucked, due to the electrifying wave that was soaring through me. I pulled on my restraints as I was thrusting myself from side to side of the bed.I felt the ropes cut into my wrists and that just added to the orgasm.

As I finally calmed down, you smiled. It was as you had thought. I was yours for the taking. And I could no longer deny it.

Tease?

2009-08-09T13:17:00.000-07:00

Here are some pictures from today's photo session. Though really they are just a taste of what is to come, because, you see, today my pussy got a grooming and it (belonging to a woman after all) cannot wait to flaunt its new hairstyle. Tomorrow is the day, so if you are interested in hair care remember to stop by.

Life changes, for better and for worse

2009-08-09T05:30:00.000-07:00

Things have changed a bit since my other blog (sexat18) so I thought I would give you a quick update on what is new in my life:

*No master. Though my submissive spirit lay dwelling deep inside of me I do no longer have anyone to have me fuck, suck and flash in front of anyone who wants to use me. It is a shame really...I quite miss wanking off someone whose name I could care less about, I miss the bruises from his spankings on my sore ass but I miss being obedient most of all.

*New boyfriend. For those who previously have questioned the age of my former master (50+) it might be a relief that I have found myself a horny twenty-something year old to take his place. Although he is not as sexually open as myself I am getting there with him. Unfortunately he might never let me get gangbanged but I am trying to convince him to include another girl in our sexual adventures.

*Faithfulness. For the past 6 months I have actually had sex with one guy and one guy only. It is sooo sexually frustrating! Whenever anyone looks at me in a club or even on the street my pussy twinges, because I know they would fuck me and I would get such pleasure from it, and at the same time I know I cannot do it. How others can be in a monogamus relationship is beyond me. I need to get fucked hard and used brutally by someone whom I will never see again!

Kisses
History

Continuation

2009-08-08T10:09:00.000-07:00

View the last picture first, please

2009-08-08T09:18:00.000-07:00

Just to give you a breif update on how my body looks...What do you think?

Past

2009-08-07T12:26:00.000-07:00

Here's some old pictures, just to give you a clue of who I am...Some might have seen these already but hopefully you will enjoy them anyway. Fyi, my cunt has a much better hair style now (fairly well shaved) but I like going back to this more full look every once in a while. There's something sexy about a full bush I have to admit.

I want you to want me, I need you to need me...

2009-08-07T11:49:00.000-07:00

Once upon a time there was a young girl who had a sexblog. And then she had another one. And now she has a third one. For those of you who haven't already guessed, I am that young girl.

Ever since the day that I closed the last one down I have been missing and yearning for it as if it was the greatest sex of my life. Perhaps 'cause to some degree it was. I am a true exhibitionist, I love being desired. When I published my pictures and my text, knowing that some randy boys would see them, it made my blood pump faster and rush towards my waiting clit. I don't need to be caressed, or even touched, to have foreplay, I need to be watched, explored and admired. The longful looks upon my body makes my skin shiver more than any man's touch possibly could. It makes me lose all control of my aching desire, I can't help but to plunge into my own feeling of excitement. I can't keep my hands off myself for long...

Kisses
History

PS Om någon gammal följare läser det här så kanske jag ska tillägga vilka mina två tidigare bloggar var. Jag var SexAt17, tätt följt av SexAt18. Och nu är det dags igen...Om det nu är någon som kommer ihåg, det vill säga.