aBc

Brazen
Cunt
Activity

your essence

... it's so hot & so I took out my black Spanish fan at dinner. Your perfume wafted around me, caressing me, enfolding me... (I had idly taken some samples of "Allure" & "Terre" while biding my time at the Duty Free shop, placing the papers in my bag, next to my fan).
and oh ! it intoxicates me more than the wine, making me heady, distracting me from the conversation (I stole another of my mother's old wooden pinces à linge ....) as it sets off an immediate & complete sensory response to your pheronomes —I'm gushing—reminding me so of your presence, of your skin, & of the deep caress as you cradle my head as you kneel towards my mouth...
*X*

Un secret

Ma belle princesse perverse,

Ton aventure au MK2 me remplit d'aise... Tu es vraiment une cochonne intersidérale et j'aime beaucoup l'idée que tu te sois faite baisée dans les chiottes homme d'un cinéma de centre commercial à l'abandon, comme la dernière des trainées. Il faut vraiment que je vienne te corriger : tu me raconteras chacun de tes gestes obscènes sur cet Habilis et pour chaque geste, je t'infligerai une punition. je puis déjà te dire que la fellation que tu lui as très certainement offert te vaudra 20 coups de cravache particulièrement appuyés.

Je t'embrasse, ma princesse cochonne. * Mon si beau Maître_Phallus,
Je vous demande de bien vouloir me pardonner pour mon comportement scandaleux pendant ton absence. 

Voici les faits : Un secret
MK2 Beaugrenelle

13h20 I stand in the sun eating my sandwich when H. walks quickly up to me, kissing me directly. We go inside & he buys the tickets. Taking my hand, we descend the stairs to Salle 4, noticing that most of the toilettes are out of order. He leads me to a far back corner & we settle in. 
I throw my jacket over the seat in front of us, hanging it down to use as a cover for our illicit activities. The previews are playing, the lights are still on, people entering & finding their seats, but this doesn't stop him from slipping his fingers into my panties to check my wetness. Quite pleased, he begins to caress my clit while he grabs my tits. He pushes my legs apart when the lights go down, sliding his fingers deep inside me. I refrain from leaning my knee on the seat in front of me, afraid to vibrate or wiggle the whole row. A man gets up & moves way down to the front. 
He unzips his pants, pulling out his swollen cock. Caressing each other, watching our reactions. "Suck my cock" he orders, & I pretend to be reluctant so he pulls my head to his lap. His cock slides in my mouth, filling it. As the excitement mounts, he wants to fuck me. He pulls on his pants & leaves the salle & I follow him out.
Most of the toilettes are out of order, except the men's in Salle 2. We step inside the stall, hoping the light will come on as we lock it, but we find ourselves in pitch black. I hear him unzip his pants, fumbling for the rubber. 
"Present yourself !" he orders, as I slip my panties down & lift up my skirt, bending over the toilet, bracing my hands against the wall. He thrusts into me & I bite my lips to keep from crying out, a few murmurs escaping my lips as he plunges into me. We silently fuck in the dark. I slide further down until I come. 
"I want your mouth", he whispers, so I sit on the toilet as he rips off the rubber & I open my lips as he pumps gently into my mouth until he pulls away, his cum splattering onto the tile floor. I can feel some on my hands & in my hair - later I see traces on my sleeve. He cracks open the door to let in some light. I wipe my hands with some TP and then wipe off his still throbbing cock that faces me. "Yes..." he says approvingly. 
We dress, and he goes out first. I follow. Walking thru the lobby, the ticket agent is surprised by our exit. "Vous partez déjà ?" she asks. I reply " Nous avons pas accroché au film." as we gaily push open the glass doors towards the sunlight. 

Je vous embrasse mon Maître,
ta princesse cochonne

Queen of the Underworld

Die Hard IV - VO
13h35 Gaumont-Ambassade
Champs-Elysées (The Eleusian Mysteries) 

You wait for me outside, tickets in hand... an hungry man in a suit. A permanent state of hunger, a sort of visceral need to penetrate, so you said. Recognizing me, you come towards me, dark lust in your eyes.
"You don't look like Bruce Willis", I smile, and you slightly sneer, firmly taking my arm & walking me inside.
I trip slightly to catch up with your pace as we walk down the corridor, the thick doors parting before us into the dark like Persephone's descent into Hades. Her dark playground in the shadow by the fiery licks of the forge.
You lead me to an empty dark corner.
"Spread your legs" you tell me, & I open them. Your hands push my thighs open even wider & I slide down on the seat. Your fingers touch my wetness and I can hear approval in your breath. You caress my clit and your fingers start to probe. With your other hand, you lean over to slide it into my dress, squeezing my tits & pinching my nipples. I don't look at you, but I can feel your heavy breath on my neck.
Leaning back, you pull one of my legs over the accoudoir, onto your lap. I'm sitting at an angle, my legs widely open, exposed. In one version, you cover us with your trenchcoat; in another, I'm exhibited in the dark. Your fingers & thumb plunge & excite me. I bite my lips to remain silent. "Stop !", I whisper, but this only increases your excitement as you plunge deeper into me. I begin to tremble as I come.
In one version, some men smell the dank pleasure & move towards us, hovering in the rows above & below us, watching.
"Get down on your knees ", you order me thickly, & I squeeze down between the seats, crawling on bits of popcorn & sticky Coca-Cola stains.
I discover your thick cock, throbbing & engorged, as it points towards me & my lips open. You sink into me & I suck you as these men watch us until their sperm jets like rain all over me & you come in my mouth. Our groaning mingles with the voice of Bruce Willis & gunfire.
You pull me up to my feet, taking me roughly by the arm, walking me towards the exit.
In one version, no one has noticed what we'd been doing, but might have wondered about the hasty exit of this couple as they walk towards the screen.
You seem to have been here before, as you know where this door leads : it's not an exit at all, but rather leads to the toilets. In one version, it's a small tight cubicle with leakage - wet puddles & streams of TP on the floor - in another, it's well-lit with many stalls. You lock the door. You spin me around, lifting up my skirt, bending me over against the sink, or over the toilet. I hear the crisp elastic sound of the rubber as you roll it on before plunging deeply into me, fucking me hard & I cry out.In one version, you have fucked me already, the men watching as you bend me over the row in front of us.
And perhaps you lift me up to the mirror to expose me, so I can see what a slut I am, compelled to abandon myself to your desire.
In the taxi afterwards, you slide a crisp 500 euro note into my hand as a present.

hello from Paris

I found the photo of a guy I'd slept with on myspace.
I saw an ex-lover at the market, rue de Poteau,
but he didn't see me.
I thought of you.

I thought of Mike, but didn't call.
Of Habilis, of his palpable lust oozing from the screen, probing me.
Of fr_nck, of the Google keyword his curious women will find.
Of you, of the one intimate momentwhen you leaned down to me 
as I whispered in your ear.

*
pour Monsieur Os

playtime

*
22.06.07

remover of obstacles

*
Ganesha
V° - VI° siècle, schiste
87 x 44 x 25 cm
Provenance :
Shâmalâjî, Gujarât
Museum and Picture Gallery, Vadodara
© Aditya Arya
*

my perversity

The scenario :
The two perverse twins have been writing me à tour de rôle, à mon insu, until I finally agree to meet them.
We have a drink, and decide that I will date both of them. At this point, it doesn't really matter, since no real emotion is involved. I don't know which one will show up, if they've taken turns or not, and I try to decipher by little détails their differences. Are their cocks the same size ? How do they make love to me ? etc. And this goes on until the ultimate moment when I make love to both of them at once (very perverse twins indeed).
Or as a variation : I don't know that this man has a twin, and date both of them without knowing it. Then one day, they do a double whammy, in a hotel room... as I enter, I discover the twins standing together. And in my astonishment, they both fuck me.

béant

béant,
my sex filled with your cock

néant,
your silence, gone

le béant du néant.


*
pour Monsieur Os

liquid gold

Perverse priestess
princesse in prostration
before your lingam
so splendid & brilliantly
erect in the sun...

Not in adoration
heart sobbing
the golden rod has melted :
hot molten liquid of golden bliss.

Crawling forward to embrace
whispering her magickal words
invocations of lava

Throwing herself into the pool
rolling & covering her skin
permeating her soul

In pure triumphant alchemy as
Phallus & Princesse become one.



pour Monsieur Os
*X*

une punition, encore.

***
Je te pardonne bien évidemment.
Mais tu devras quand même t'excuser, de la manière que tu sais, en me suppliant à genoux de te dominer.

***
Mon si cher Maître,
Je suis à genoux devant toi, les mains attachées dans le dos, les pinces sur mes seins, un gode enfoncé dans mes fesses. Tu as serré très fort mon corset, et malgré ma honte de t'avoir ennervé ainsi pendant ton travail de haute cadre, la mouille coule entre mes cuisses, d'une façon visible que tu remarques.
Mon Maître, pardonnes-moi s'il te plaît pour mon comportement si ennervant. Je te promets de me retenir la prochaine fois.
Pour montrer ma supplication, j'ouvre ma bouche pour que tu puisses y enfoncer ton magnifique queue si tu le souhaites. Et de me laisser prendre selon tes envies.
Je suis à toi, toute à toi, et je dois t'obeir dans les moindres et les plus forts de tes désirs.

ta princesse_soumise

***
Là, j'aurais envie de m'enfoncer dans ta bouche jusqu'au bout, jusqu'à jouir entre tes lèvres, te demander de faire couler mon foutre sur tes seins et ensuite les fouetter... Très fort...

***
I bite my lips to stifle my sobs, and I taste your semen all over them. Some of your liquid I've swallowed in the first jets, and my whole mouth is filled with your taste. My lips are swollen from sucking you, sticky with your semen, and my tongue is totally alive inside my mouth so recently filled. I can feel the trails of your cum all down my chin and neck, dripping down to the tips of my breasts and then over. I'm terribly excited by your domination and my pussy is even more swollen than my lips, my cyprine running down my thighs. The plug inside my ass feels huge, as my orifice tightens around it from my arousal. My clit is erect, and I wish to caress it, but my hands are tied. My pussy craves your cock. And in this arousal, so recently dominated, I can hardly contain my excitement.
You whip my breasts with the crop, hard. I wince, but when you strike the very tip of my tits, I cry out. And you hit them over and over until my tears mix with your semen, falling down my cheeks and chin.
"Salope !", you cry, as I say I'm sorry, and you give me several more fiery whips on the tips (still clamped by the pinces, and very red, hurting). "Garce..." and you roughly push me over, not kissing the tender tips of my tits, not taking off the clamps as you usually do.
My face is on the floor, you kindly place a pillow under it. You pull back my hair so that you can see every expression on my face. My ass is up in the air, my mini barely covering it. With the crop, you whip me crisscrossing the pattern until you're satisfied with your red stripes, as well as my sobs.
You quickly pull out the plug, disgarding it, and place a fingerful of gel inside my ass before you plunge right in, not allowing me to escape, holding my arms back. I scream as you enter me, plunging so deeply and hard... and I relax my muscles so that you can fuck me as you will.
"Jouisse maintenant, salope !" you cry, and I know that I must come upon your signal, so that your domination over me is complete. And wave upon wave of delicious orgasm flows over me, as I feel you spurting one more time into my ass. You fall trembling upon me, and my body flattens out upon the floor in total abandon, smearing it with our liquids.

***
Optional ending :
You friends L. and G. have been watching this scene behind the two-way mirror of the interrogation room. When you rise, pulling away from me, you signal to them to take their turn ravaging me.
Optional actions :
- G. pulls me back up to my kneeling position. They both take turns fucking my mouth, and then both come on my face & breasts.
- One has me suck him, while the other fucks or sodomizes me.
- You watch behind the mirror, then come out to join in with toys on top off all the rest.
- If sharing me with your friends isn't appropriate, these actions are accomplished by anonymous men and/or women in a club.

Je t'embrasse... ad infinitum.
ta princesse_punie.

Amour 007

*
2¤¤7 ''°º?ø,¸¸,ø?º°''°º?ø ,¸¸,ø?º°
Soyeuse.. lumineuse... amoureuse...merveilleuse...
lubrique... érotique...phallique...magique...
au-delà des sens ! ø?º°''°º?ø,¸¸,ø?º°''°

*X*

Entrevue n° 11 – Sous la signe du phallus

/// In the car 
You call me from below, parked by the coursiers. I leave the building in a throng of people pouring out, to see that you've parked right in front, almost blocking the exit. In one quick glance of excitement, we see each other. I'm proud to have such a tall and elegantly handsome man waiting for me, pacing outside of his red car. You see me and you throw your cigarette down. As I arrive, you come towards me, kissing me once smack on the lips.
As we move forward in the car, I take off my boots to replace them with my stiletto heels as you have instructed me to do. I place the leash between us on the dashboard. I stroke your face, your pants, feeling your cock hardening beneath my hand. You stop by the side of the road to insert your jelly butt plug into my pussy. I laugh as you do so, feeling the width, pushing in in a bit more for comfort.

On the road, I'm not sure at what point you put the collar around my neck, I like how it feels, I like being your slave. We caress each other, your fingers insistently exciting my clit. My legs are playfully up against the dash, so you can see my white flesh above my stockings. I don't really care who can see me like this as we cross l'Etoile. But then, driving down ave de Friedland, you reach over to slap my thighs because of my scandalous exposure.
—Tu n'es pas une bonne pute ! Tu n'as même pas cherché à me sucer depuis que nous sommes parties !
—Tu veux que je te suces maintenant ?
And you say yes, giving my thighs a few more slaps.

And then you're driving with both hands off the wheel — maybe it was then that you put the collar on me, maybe then you put on the leash, maybe you were unzipping your pants so that I could reach your dick.
I take my jacket off, and later my sweater. The seats are quite low, the seat belt quite tight around me, preventing movement — I'm in bondage ! It's hard for me to reach you as I lean over, I take as much of your cock in my mouth as I possibly can, and I suck you. I pull your thigh towards me, feeling the tightness of your muscle, and also to give me some leverage. I love the feeling of your arm draped over my neck and shoulders, as I suck you while you drive.
I come up for air every now and then, curious to know if anyone has noticed. You tell me perhaps only one young guy noticed, who might have wondered what a blonde head was doing there down in your lap.

You drive, I suck, I lick, you tell me to take more, I reach for as much as I can grab, licking, sucking...
—Tu entends le bruit que tu fais ?
I say yes, but I only heard the sounds I was making once you told me.  I'm such a slut.
Finally you park right in front of my door.
— Tu m'as sucé de l'avenue de Friendland jusqu'à la rue [...], you say with satisfaction.
I feel the heaviness of the leash as you take me, walking close as I do the code and we enter the building, kissing in the elevator. 

/// Inside
We enter and drop our stuff, I wander around to light some candles, you majestically close the curtains.
By the table, you suddenly grab my arm, lifting up my skirt to spank me very hard, for not having sucked you right away, and for not taking care of you immediately as we arrive. You sit me on the couch and make me suck you again for a long time.
You tell me to to go change. C'est plus jolie.

/// Comic
I'm always so nervously excited when I change into my tenue soumise. I take off my clothes, leaving my stockings and shoes on, then make the mistake of putting in the plug right away, as it keeps slipping out. I fumble around, putting on my porte-jartelles the wrong way.
— Shit ! I exclaim as the elastic snaps and the plug falls out.
— Tu as besoin de l'aide ?,  you ask, smoking your cigarette in the salon.
— Non, ça va... I say as I push the plug back inside.
I manage to put the porte-jartelles on correctly, then fumble with my latex skirt which snaps off me, flying across the bed, and the plug falls out and rolls beneath the bed !
— Merde ! I exclaim, and you come into the bedroom to find me on my hands and knees peering beneath the bed for the plug.
— C'est comique ! I laugh and go rinse off the plug, which is not only dusty, but also a bit dirty... 

/// Transformation
Your hands are calm as you stand behind me to help put on my latex skirt. Then opening the laces on the corset so I can pull it around me, the tightening the laces for me. I love feeling your calm, that you're transforming me, as I look into the mirror, seeing how I look, feeling the change, noticing how the shoes really complete the look.
Your hands place the pinces on my tits — intensity — taking me by the leash to the mirror. You decorate my breasts with the chain of the leash, and gracefully place the tip of the cravache on my pussy, as you whip me slightly. Whipping my breasts, whipping my ass.
As I feel the fire, I wonder how I could ever go to a club with you to be whipped by many men (or women) as you fantasize. I wonder if I could stand it.


/// Pute
You lead me into the salon and sit me down on the couch. You grab my hair forcing my head down onto your cock as you fuck my mouth.
— Voici comment it faut me sucer comme une vrai pute.
And I open my mouth as you slide in and out. Then you go deeper into my mouth, filling it. I take as much as I can. I suck you, I feel like the photo you've shown me, I feel your domination.
Afterwards, I lick the head of your cock, looking up at you, just like a little dog with her master.

/// Domination and possession, desirous
Back in the bedroom, you whip me with your belt, leaving clear marks on my ass in the shape of its outline.
I lie on the bed as you lift my legs in the air to whip my thighs. You drape the chain of the pinces over your dick as you have me suck you again and again, I moan with pleasure and pain as the pinces pull & move my tits.  You lift my legs in the air again to whip my thighs, having me count, and you don't punish me for counting in English. As I lie down, the thought crosses my mind : et si on faisait l'amour toute simplement... and I am so desirous to just have a good fuck with you, hors jeu, but I know that as your sex slave you will not allow that. Maybe one day...

You lie down next to me, asking me to lick your ass... I nuzzle into your ass as you lift your legs high in the air, licking. I want to penetrate you with my finger, but you tell me only to use my tongue. I push my tongue into your orifice, licking your sweet ass.
Afterwards I lie on top of your long, panther-like body, and I playfully move on top of you, telling you : this is how I would take you if I were a man. You smile in pleasure.
— Tu aimerais être un homme ?
No, not a man, I want to be myself, but with cock so that I could possess you. I have this strong desire for you, to penetrate you. I don't know where this comes from, but I've never desired that with another man. Something deep...
I ask: if I were a man, would you give me a big cock, or a little one ? And you generously give me a big one ! 

/// Des cris de petit souris
You flip me over, and I know the time has come. You put on a rubber, put gel on my ass, and I know there's no escape. I open myself towards you, suddenly remembering how big you are, how you brutally enter me, and I cry out, moving across the bed to escape you until I'm over the edge, balancing on my fingertips. A moment of silence. I ask you : let me come back onto the bed. And you pull me back up. I say I'm sorry, that I don't expect to behave that way, I surprise myself when I remember how big you are & how it will hurt...
So I open to you as you penetrate my ass, plunging into it... I moan with excitement, I caress my clit, feeling like I could come... but suddenly distracted by the plug in my pussy that I can no longer feel with my finger and I wonder where it is, if it fell out but I don't think so... and you're spanking me as you fuck me, hard. And in this confusion I feel you're about to come as the slaps lose their rhythm and force and you lose control, coming .... shivering. And I wonder how I will be able to come in all the fiery complexity.

— J'espère que tu as pu aller jusqu'au bout de ton orgasme, you tell me.
I say yes, no, that I came a bit, and explain my distraction.
— Oui, ça m'inquiète un peu d'ailleurs.
So you have to play gyneco, probing your fingers into my pussy, feeling it... breaking off a piece of the end to pull it out.
— Ce n'est pas vraiment fait pour les vagins, I say. May I suggest, dear Master, that if you want to do something like that in the car again, that I bring my silicon boules de geisha ?

Did you have time to smoke a cigarette before leaving, or did you just go take your shower ? I love to watch you as the water runs over your body, I love to hold the towel out for you.

I blow kisses to you from the window as you leave.
Exhausted, I lie on the bed. I still have to pack but I'm very sleepy. I call a friend, who says I should take a nap and he'll call me back.
And then I fly off to California...



— with Phallus —

d'ardent désir

I. D'ardent désir
Plein, pauvre, nu,
Sans rêver nulle
Pitié que nu

Vraiment ses yeux vifs
Devraient m'être
Désagréables
S'ils savent voir

Je ne puis m'empêcher
D'être irrité
Car l'amour
M'excite et quand

Il me remue ainsi
Passer m'afflige
Et qu'elle veuille
Parce qu'il m'afflige

Qu'il en soit ainsi
Et sans jamais
Etre content au-dedans
C'est là ma mort, mais

Du moins aurai-je
De l'espoir
Tant que je vivrai.

II. Si aimer fut
Très amer,
Par ses pensées douloureuses,
Par ses soupirs,
Par ses lamentations,
Parce qu'il rend fou
Il me fait vivre
Car il n'a pas d'égal.
Je veux toute endurer
Pour honorer
Car guérir
Je ne veux le demander.

III. Elle est noire mais belle
(Nigra est sed formosa)


Chanson anonyme, France, circa 1370

... pour Monsieur Os

fr_nck forever

© Franck Ancel 2006

in situ

atelier Brancusi, dimanche vers 17h

pour petit pois

:: lunchtime :: into the scribbled universe ::

... and I imagine you in leather chaps & cockring,
sweaty leather chaps & sticky cockring —
scratched black metal elevator doors so punk, cables looping down —
your sweet white ass, bending over ungraciously —
your cock spurting cum onto the floor, legs spread apart
as I whip you with your belt , the leather sound resounding.
You spurt before me & my lips tremble, wanting to receive,
yet I witness the splat upon the tiled floors —
Your beige suit flapping, brown suede shoes unscathed —
absurd eroticisme, quand ton foutre tombe par terre,
presque dérisoire — kleenex !

Entrevue n° 8 — Topsy-turvy

Mon si beau Phallus_adoré,

The whole summer passed with your neglect ! Total blackout for an entire trimester, no *nuits mémorables*, no written impression of our last Entrevue (n°7) as you had promised. Tu m'as laissé tomber — I won't tell you of the times I threw myself on the bed crying, until I finally stopped thinking of you, beau et bronzé, on vacation in the sun.
As I let you know this by our exchanges on Lycos, you suggest that you be punished ! I'm surprised & delighted to be able to punish you for this neglect. I wonder why you want to reverse the roles with me, as my true nature is not of a Domina. So I decide to just do my best.


/// Entrevue n°8 — Topsy-turvy)
 
So I'm to be *ta maîtresse* ! Je me sens sauvage avec mes pieds et mes mains tatouées au henné, je file un paréo panthère transparent avec une mini-jupon panthère en dessous, et des sandales vintage avec une bride en strasse.
I watch from the window and you smile from the street as you arrive. I crack the door open so that you can enter. We kiss lightly as I tease you with my tongue & my lips, leaning towards you, then pulling away until you hold both my hands down to place your kiss on my lips.
I watch you as you shower. I love to see the water run down the hair on your chest, how you wash your cock & balls, how the water drips down.

You sit on the edge of my bed, and as I come towards you, you reach out appealingly towards my hips. And although I desire very much to feel your touch, I say : Est-ce que je t'ai dit que tu pouvais me toucher ? And you obediently place your fisted hands by your side.
I use a chain belt to make your collier & laisse. I order you to crawl before me on your hands & knees into the other bedroom, where a single mattress is on the floor. I tell you to lie on the bed & you start wiggling against the sheets, humping the bed, your hand on your cock. "Arrêtes de bouger !" I say, until you finally stop. (Next time you know you will be punished for such display !). I have you put your hands by your head so you can't touch yourself.
Then I begin your spanking, telling you how you neglected me, of all the reproaches I could think of.
I excitedly bring the toys from my bedroom, a pillow to kneel on, kleenex, rubbers, etc. My suitcase is in the way, so I stand up to move it, spreading my legs as I bend over so you can see my wet pussy. Your head rivets as I bend over.
You turn over and I press my spike heel on your cock & balls. I pull out les pinces, wooden ones as well as metallic ones. I put one on your balls, gently, asking you how many you want. Five.
I want to put the Japonix clamps on your tits, I ask you if you want them & you nod. But once in place, you howl in pain, so I take them off, licking & kissing away the pain.
I sit on your face to have you lick my pussy (*queening* as I have read). Then turn you over so the pinces will push into your balls. I lick your sweet ass, put a finger in, then ask you to choose a plug. You pick the simple heavy metal plug. Then I spank you again. I have you count to ten, but as I'm getting into it, you count to twelve ! Next time, you will count in English.
Turning you over, I take off the pinces, kissing your balls. And I tell you to turn around & fuck me now. You put on a rubber & slide inside me so I cry out, I ask you to spank me, you're still plugged, you grab the gel to open up my ass & you fuck me hard, spanking me as you do, urging me "Jouisse, jouisse!" until I cry out & come, & you groan & explode, feeling the plug inside you as you come.
///

After a pause, we switch roles.  And I don't remember the exact sequence, but you get hard again, & spank me, then ask me if I want the belt or the crop. I want the crop, you ask me where to find it in my bedroom. You whip me, not too hard, but fiery enough for it to sting. I ask for the clamps, as you turn me over, and as you place them on my tits, the second one falls from your hand, pulling hard on the other. You're so sorry, you kiss my tits to soothe them before clamping them down again. And then you have me suck you, whipping my ass with the crop until you come fully in my mouth & I swallow your nectar — leger petit goût salé.

Another pause and you fuck me with my vibrator, rubbing my clit with your fingers, exciting me. Maybe you put some pinces on my vulva too.  And you kneel over my mouth as my lips suck you in an erotic embrace, your foreskin covering the head of your delicious cock... "c'est bon comme ça..." and I let my lips slide & suck over you until you come, some spilling out of the side of my mouth.
We lie together, and you take the pinces off of me, maybe the gode was still inside me... we kiss.
And as I wrote you :

Quand je t'ai demandé de m'enlever les pinces sur mes seins, c'était le moment le plus extrême (parmi d'autres)... le mélange de la douleur des pinces ouvrant, le bout des tétons torturés, avec le sang qui pulse de nouveau et la sensation de ta bouche qui les suce, la langue qui les caresse, ton salive qui les mouille... je pensais presque m'évanouir de ce délice, et sais que tu l'as ressenti.
And when you knelt over my head so that I could nuzzle into your skin, your hair damp, your cock in my mouth & I'm sucking the head and you tell me its good, so I continue, blowing like a fish... until you come (again) in my mouth, dripping out the corner.

When you go to shower, I go back into my room, lying across my bed, exhausted.
When you leave, I watch you from the window, dreamily floating down the street to your bike, languorously throwing the strap of your leather bag across your shoulder.
We blow kisses until you take off down the street.

— with Monsieur Os —