it's not me

... but it could be !
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Gushing

During the second session of a leisurely masturbation morning in bed, with my Njoy plug, Pure wand & pinces, I reached orgasm, becoming aware of the squirting sensation. As I released, the juices flooded out, leaving my pussy sopping & a nice puddle on the sheets as proof. Just like Nina described it !
I'm sure that I'd done this before without realizing it, but since I'd read Nina's description on The Lazy Geisha, I was able to perceive it just when it was about to start. Mmmm, what an experience ! à recommencer ...

Princesse X

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La Gironde

Mast'Her looks at Nawa-kin, admiring her from afar, saying "elle est gironde". When I ask what "gironde" means, he explains that it's un mot ancien, that it means even more than voluptuous, almost makes you want to bite into her ...
We're just out of hearing, yet she watches as he whispers to me : Vas la mordre... I look at her, seeing desire & hope in her eyes. I walk over to her & gently open her sheer red shirt on one side, revealing her voluptuous breast.
My lips open around her nipple as I gently cradle her breast, my tongue licking the fat nipple to arouse it, taking it into my mouth, sucking it, slightly biting & scissoring it with my teeth in alternance to the sucking. She gasps with surprise & pleasure as I continue, moving to her other breast, giving it the same attention, exciting her & somehow hoping she would come. Her pleasure is tangible as she gasps even louder. I stop & stand caressing & slightly pulling her nipples in both hands. Voluptuous sister !

Mast'Her tells us to continue at the far side of the room & she touches & sucks my breasts in return. Mmmmm.... she could even bite a bit harder ... Standing, caressing & sighing, all nipples in all hands, gently pulling & twisting. Billowing breasts pushed together, nipples touching.

Motown & Martinet

Le Marquis-Noir offers me to Maître M. to be flogged by his twin martinets before a full audience.

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Leaning naked against the mirror, I shut my eyes.
A gust of wind enfolds me as whirling leather lashes begin to fall over my shoulders & back all down to my ass, warming me up. I smile in delight as the light strokes promise more.
The Motown tempo of the Supremes, the rhythmic lilting upbeat guiding the strokes pattering over me. Joy rises in me & I softly laugh.
Maitre M. lightly caressed my spine, asking me if I want more. I nod & we go onto the next level, slightly harder increasing onto another, with blows to the shoulders like Shiatsu. Noticing how his technique is different from what I've felt so far from Mast'Her.

I've got this burning, burning, yearning feeling inside me
Ooh, deep inside me and it hurts so bad
baby baby oooooOOOOooohhhhhh, baby baby

And I feel happy in the rush of wind & fire, exhilarated in this awareness, just loving it. And it's so much fun.

After one or two strong blows that make me gasp, the whirling stops. I bow to Maître M. thanking him, Namaste, then kneel at the feet of my Mast'Her to thank him for this wonderful gift.

la femme fleur

Picasso 1946

mardi gras

pour le Marquis-Noir

Lightning bolts or thunderbolts as you crack the whip next to me.

I'm in a storm of fire & wind, loving it as fiery kisses fall on my ass & over my back. I didn't know it would be like this — just how did I think it would be ? — that it would be this good...
Arms raised, hands on the back of my head... I don't know exactly how I'm reacting, just fingers in my hair in sensual bliss with the fiery kiss and the promise of ecstasy at the tip of the whip.
The first time, so gently. These fiery revelations leaving me breathless, teetering in my stilettos, my ankles trembling. Wow !

Earlier, your fingers stimulate me, the clamps on my labia so close to my clit, intensifying the excitement, the weights dangling, my body jerking in electric spasms.
I just didn't know that it would be so good.

Your fingers, your hand in a latex glove slathered with gel, inside me, probing & whirling so deep so good so intense so excited, about to jump out of my skin, so delighted...

Le baptême de feu : fiery kisses & whistling wind.

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Coups de foudre ou coups de tonnère lorsque ton fouet claque à mes côtés.

Je suis dans un orage du feu et du vent, j'adore ces baisers du feu qui tombent sur mes fesses, sur mon dos. Je ne savais pas que ce sera comme ça —comment je l'avais imaginé au juste ? — que ce sera si bon.
Les bras levés, les mains sur ma tête... je ne sais pas exactement comment je réagis, juste des doigts dans mes cheveux, la joie sensuelle des baisers du feu et la promesse de l'extase au bout du fouet.
La toute première fois, fouettée si doucement. Ces révélations du feu me coupent le souffle, je vacille sur mes talons aiguilles, mes chevilles tremblent.

Plus tôt, vos doigts me stimulent, les pinces sur mon labia si près de mon clit, intensifiant l'excitation, les poids se balancent, mon corps sursaute dans des spasmes électriques.  Je ne savais pas que ce sera si bon.

Tes doigts, ta main dans un gant de latex enduit avec du gel, à l'intérieur de moi, explorant et tourbillonnant si profondément si bon si intense si excitant que je pourrais sauter au plafond, si enchantée...

Le baptême de feu : des baisers ardents et le vent sifflant.