Hello all! A lot has happened since I began this blog and I'm so excited about all the SapphoSoul brand is becoming.
First and foremost, I know have a Facebook page and a fan/ like-interest group called SapphoSexies on Facebook. Please request to be my friend so I can stay in touch and become a member of the group to join the fun!
Secondly, I'd like to try my hand at a new venture. I'm interested in writing about you and yours. Would you like a custom story to give to your significant other? Let me know. I'm just trying this out, so there will be no charge right now.
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All Love,
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Wednesday, September 24, 2014
Sunday, September 21, 2014
Long Distance Relationships
LDRs in the Digital Age
This long distance thing sucks. I don't even know how I let myself get attached to someone hours away. Philly seemed like worlds away from the Carolinas, but with modern technology, maintaining a long distance relationship was feasible. It was the nights and weekends alone that got to me the most.
I lived for that one extended weekend every other month when either of us would travel to the other's home. But for now, emails, phone calls, and video chats would have to suffice. However, unfortunately, with our schedules being so hectic lately, emails and quick calls were most common during the week, while video chats and the like were saved for the weekend, if time permitted.
Daddy143B is Online. Click to Chat.
The message popped up over an email I was about to send my girlfriend. Unsure of your schedule, I thought this may be a email/ quick call type weekend; Thankfully I was wrong. I'd be lying if I told you my heart didn't skip a beat. Forget the email, I'd rather have the real thing, or at least as close as I was going to get 10 hours away. I clicked the hyperlink and waited for the chat session to load.
LadyA14 is Now Connected with Daddy143B. Please Wait.
Moments later the view from her camera appeared and the image came into focus, mine must have too because her smile began to grow. Mine did as well. Something about not being able to see her everyday always gave me butterflies; I guess the saying's true, absence does make the heart grow fonder.
"Hi Baby."
"Hey Baby!" I respond with a giggle. What can I say, I'm in my twenties, but you make me feel like a teenager in their first relationship, well the beginning of it anyway. "How was your day?"
"It's been long. One of my line cooks called out so the kitchen was backed up a bit, then you know I told you the critic is making his rounds this month so everyone's on edge. It's a bit crazy, but I'm happy to say everyone's stepping their game up accordingly."
My girlfriend was chef and co-owner of a coffee bar and lounge named Blue's. The food and atmosphere were excellent and when I visited her, as much as she didn't want to go into "the office", I made sure I stopped in at least once. They'd usually have a live jazz group in a couple times a week and poetry every Sunday. I loved that place just as much as I loved her and when she took me their the first time, I knew if this was her heart's desire fulfilled, God created her just for me.
"But Baby, how was yours? How did that premier go?"
As the program coordinator of a local theatre, I'd done an exceptional job at acquiring our newly renovated, circa 1930s establishment new fame as well as big ticket funding in the process. The work came with planning the events surrounding the premiere movies, each director wanting their event to bigger and better than the last. My work never ends, but I truly loved the thrill of it all.
"It actually went very well. I'm really trying to get Spike down here with his new film. Could you imagine? The state would go crazy!" I laughed with the thoughts of such a name as Spike Lee gracing the South with his thought-provoking presence. Trying wouldn't hurt.
Daddy143B: so imu like crazy an ur sexy right now
Daddy143B: not saying ur not always sexy but ur super sexy now
My girlfriend and I had a nasty habit of having two conversations at once. One directly within our video chat and the other allocated to the built in text-chat field. The latter was usually reserved to incite 'play', until things got too hot to type.
"That'd be great Baby. I'm happy for you. Maybe Blue's could cater, who knows."
“That sounds great Bae. Between you and the support I get at work, the possibilities seem endless!”
LadyA14: hmmm how you tryna act lol :)
Daddy143B: im tryin to act real nasty
LadyA14: mmm me too daddy, me too
Our second conversation seemed to be getting warm, but I knew it was nowhere near where it would soon go. You rarely being the one to begin our secondary conversation, I knew when you did, there was no turning back.
Daddy143B: oh yea baby?
Daddy143B: im trying to make love 2u all nite long
LadyA14: hmm, we can do that
“Have you purchased your ticket yet? I’ve scheduled a showcase of area poets for the Sunday you’re in town.”
“Not yet, but I’m going to handle it before I go to bed tonight.”
Daddy143B: when can we do that
LadyA14: give me a couple weeks
Daddy143B: FUCK THAT HOW BOUT SOONER
LadyA14: make me want it and you could have a chick on the road tonight
Curious as to where this conversations was headed, I had to throw her some bait, and bite she did
Daddy143B: Damn girl. I want to lick the shit out of your wet ass pussy til you drip cum all down my throat and make me lick all of it up baby
LadyA14: ummmm well damn, I don't know what to say
Caught off guard, I was truly left speechless. Usually you left the wordplay to me, but you obviously wanted something tonight and were completely willing to work for it. I loved it! I could see you feverishly typing and I couldn’t wait to get whatever message you were over there working on.
Knock, knock, knock. “Alivia?”
Damn, the message would have to wait a bit. My roommate was at my door.
“Come in!” I yelled for her to enter.
“Hey Alivia,“ noticing I’m on the computer, “oh, hey Bria. Um, Liv, can you please remember to put the vitamin D milk behind the 2% milk? I organized them by fat content.”
“Sure, sweetie, sorry about that.”
“Tell her I said ‘hi’.” My girlfriend speaks into the one earbud left in my ear.
“Bria says ‘hi’. Have a good night.” I pasted on a grin and released my lips once she closed the door. Rita was by far the weirdest person I knew, but her rent was always paid on time, she kept a clean house, and she stayed fairly quiet so if she wanted me to organize eggs from smallest to largest in the 12- count container, I might just oblige her.
LadyA14: omg she is soooo naggy, but let me get to this lllooonnnggg nasty message...
I wasn’t prepared in the least bit.
Daddy143B: then while its nice an wet ill slide that big chocolate dick inside of you just how u like it till you tell me stop daddy or till you say daddy I need more. Baby ive been craving you and that oh so wet pussy that you have all damn day. I love it so much. And how you taste. Damn girl I love that wet ass pussy of yours an how it taste an how you squirt all over my face when that pussy cums hard. You know like when you have to work for that cum an you squirt all over girl? I love that shit
Somewhere during reading I began biting my lip and by the end my bottom lip was numb and my lower lips were wet. Damn.
Daddy143B: yeah, she real fuckin naggy
LadyA14: that's not fair
LadyA14: now im wet and all I want is you fucking me from the back. Hard!
Daddy143B: why isn't it fair and damn :-P
LadyA14: cuz, it just isn’t! you know better. you know I love when you do it like that daddy
Daddy143B: welp get on the road
Daddy143B: how wet ru
LadyA14: real wet daddy
Daddy143B: can I see
I pushed my laptop back a bit then slide my hand between my thighs to my panty-less pussy. You looked as if you’d faint from your view. Licking your lips as if you were preparing to eat, I smiled at what control a simple gesture had. Moments later two of my fingers emerged, glimmering with juices from my extremely pussy.
Your eyes widen at the sight.
“Damn, Baby.”
“What? You know how your pussy reacts to you, Daddy. I miss sucking my cum off you big dick, baby. You know, like this.”
It was my turn. And I never disappointed. I stuck my tongue out and met my wet fingertips with the tip of my tongue, all while looking directly at you. Tongue still out, I slowly glided the fingers into my mouth, along my tongue, until they disappeared, nearing my throat. The sensation made me lightly gag and contributed to the moisture now reaching my thighs.
“Stop!”
LadyA14: y daddy?! ;-)
Daddy143B: lol girl cause im thinking bout fucking u so I need to take my mind off it
LadyA14: remember when I'd try to get it all in my mouth
LadyA14: You’re too big so it would never work
Daddy143B: HELL YEA
Daddy143B: im super horny now STOP
LadyA14: but I'd try and gag... something about it got my pussy all wet again
LadyA14: and id want you back deep inside me
LadyA14: naw hoe, we both gunna be hot and bothered, that's what you get
Daddy143B: U TOLD ME IF I MADE U WANT IT ENOUGH U WOULD GET ON THE ROAD SO THATS WHAT I DID lol
The reality of our situation deterred my thoughts for a moment. I couldn’t wait until our lives finally allowed us to live in at least the same state.
LadyA14: i wish i could baby
Daddy143B: U CAN BABY
That was always your answer. Blue’s was truly a success, but I just couldn’t see myself living off of you as a stay-at-home spouse. I enjoyed being active and I already knew your made up position of Events Coordinator would more than likely consist of me being on my back in your office trying to muffle the sounds of my ecstasy. Enjoyable yes, but I desired more. I figured I’d get us back to a lighter mood and ignore your suggestion.
LadyA14: ... or remember when you'd push just the head in and pop it back out. that shit always made me scream and beg you to stop
Daddy143B: how could I forget you know I know my pussy
LadyA14: yes daddy you do. I love when you claim it. Just like I know that’s my dick
Daddy143B: DAMN
LadyA14: or when we couldn't fuck and youd finger me… that shit made me squirt every time.
LadyA14: i always think about squirting my pussy juice on your face while youd be between my legs
LadyA14: damn, this convo has your pussy dripping…
You laughed at something on TV.
LadyA14: and youre not even paying attention
Daddy143B: sorry, new show on the Foodie Channel
I rolled my eyes. This woman was addicted to everything food. Thank goodness she reveired my pussy as such, naming its juices cake batter.
Daddy143B: i would love it if u did that all on my face
LadyA14: and id love to kiss you so i could taste it baby
Daddy143B: DAMN
Her eyes travel back to the tv beyond her computer screen. I shake my head to myself.
LadyA14: YO! ima take care of some things... ill call you back
Daddy143B: NO!
LadyA14: ill tell ms palmer you said hello
“Wait! No, Ba--”
I closed the video chat application and opened a file containing videos. You may have been preoccupied, but a video from your last trip here would do just the trick. I slipped my hands between my thighs and pressed play. The image of my legs spread eagle as you prepare to push inside me appears. Damn
Daddy143B wants to Video Chat with You.
I guess I could use some help.
This long distance thing sucks. I don't even know how I let myself get attached to someone hours away. Philly seemed like worlds away from the Carolinas, but with modern technology, maintaining a long distance relationship was feasible. It was the nights and weekends alone that got to me the most.
I lived for that one extended weekend every other month when either of us would travel to the other's home. But for now, emails, phone calls, and video chats would have to suffice. However, unfortunately, with our schedules being so hectic lately, emails and quick calls were most common during the week, while video chats and the like were saved for the weekend, if time permitted.
Daddy143B is Online. Click to Chat.
The message popped up over an email I was about to send my girlfriend. Unsure of your schedule, I thought this may be a email/ quick call type weekend; Thankfully I was wrong. I'd be lying if I told you my heart didn't skip a beat. Forget the email, I'd rather have the real thing, or at least as close as I was going to get 10 hours away. I clicked the hyperlink and waited for the chat session to load.
LadyA14 is Now Connected with Daddy143B. Please Wait.
Moments later the view from her camera appeared and the image came into focus, mine must have too because her smile began to grow. Mine did as well. Something about not being able to see her everyday always gave me butterflies; I guess the saying's true, absence does make the heart grow fonder.
"Hi Baby."
"Hey Baby!" I respond with a giggle. What can I say, I'm in my twenties, but you make me feel like a teenager in their first relationship, well the beginning of it anyway. "How was your day?"
"It's been long. One of my line cooks called out so the kitchen was backed up a bit, then you know I told you the critic is making his rounds this month so everyone's on edge. It's a bit crazy, but I'm happy to say everyone's stepping their game up accordingly."
My girlfriend was chef and co-owner of a coffee bar and lounge named Blue's. The food and atmosphere were excellent and when I visited her, as much as she didn't want to go into "the office", I made sure I stopped in at least once. They'd usually have a live jazz group in a couple times a week and poetry every Sunday. I loved that place just as much as I loved her and when she took me their the first time, I knew if this was her heart's desire fulfilled, God created her just for me.
"But Baby, how was yours? How did that premier go?"
As the program coordinator of a local theatre, I'd done an exceptional job at acquiring our newly renovated, circa 1930s establishment new fame as well as big ticket funding in the process. The work came with planning the events surrounding the premiere movies, each director wanting their event to bigger and better than the last. My work never ends, but I truly loved the thrill of it all.
"It actually went very well. I'm really trying to get Spike down here with his new film. Could you imagine? The state would go crazy!" I laughed with the thoughts of such a name as Spike Lee gracing the South with his thought-provoking presence. Trying wouldn't hurt.
Daddy143B: so imu like crazy an ur sexy right now
Daddy143B: not saying ur not always sexy but ur super sexy now
My girlfriend and I had a nasty habit of having two conversations at once. One directly within our video chat and the other allocated to the built in text-chat field. The latter was usually reserved to incite 'play', until things got too hot to type.
"That'd be great Baby. I'm happy for you. Maybe Blue's could cater, who knows."
“That sounds great Bae. Between you and the support I get at work, the possibilities seem endless!”
LadyA14: hmmm how you tryna act lol :)
Daddy143B: im tryin to act real nasty
LadyA14: mmm me too daddy, me too
Our second conversation seemed to be getting warm, but I knew it was nowhere near where it would soon go. You rarely being the one to begin our secondary conversation, I knew when you did, there was no turning back.
Daddy143B: oh yea baby?
Daddy143B: im trying to make love 2u all nite long
LadyA14: hmm, we can do that
“Have you purchased your ticket yet? I’ve scheduled a showcase of area poets for the Sunday you’re in town.”
“Not yet, but I’m going to handle it before I go to bed tonight.”
Daddy143B: when can we do that
LadyA14: give me a couple weeks
Daddy143B: FUCK THAT HOW BOUT SOONER
LadyA14: make me want it and you could have a chick on the road tonight
Curious as to where this conversations was headed, I had to throw her some bait, and bite she did
Daddy143B: Damn girl. I want to lick the shit out of your wet ass pussy til you drip cum all down my throat and make me lick all of it up baby
LadyA14: ummmm well damn, I don't know what to say
Caught off guard, I was truly left speechless. Usually you left the wordplay to me, but you obviously wanted something tonight and were completely willing to work for it. I loved it! I could see you feverishly typing and I couldn’t wait to get whatever message you were over there working on.
Knock, knock, knock. “Alivia?”
Damn, the message would have to wait a bit. My roommate was at my door.
“Come in!” I yelled for her to enter.
“Hey Alivia,“ noticing I’m on the computer, “oh, hey Bria. Um, Liv, can you please remember to put the vitamin D milk behind the 2% milk? I organized them by fat content.”
“Sure, sweetie, sorry about that.”
“Tell her I said ‘hi’.” My girlfriend speaks into the one earbud left in my ear.
“Bria says ‘hi’. Have a good night.” I pasted on a grin and released my lips once she closed the door. Rita was by far the weirdest person I knew, but her rent was always paid on time, she kept a clean house, and she stayed fairly quiet so if she wanted me to organize eggs from smallest to largest in the 12- count container, I might just oblige her.
LadyA14: omg she is soooo naggy, but let me get to this lllooonnnggg nasty message...
I wasn’t prepared in the least bit.
Daddy143B: then while its nice an wet ill slide that big chocolate dick inside of you just how u like it till you tell me stop daddy or till you say daddy I need more. Baby ive been craving you and that oh so wet pussy that you have all damn day. I love it so much. And how you taste. Damn girl I love that wet ass pussy of yours an how it taste an how you squirt all over my face when that pussy cums hard. You know like when you have to work for that cum an you squirt all over girl? I love that shit
Somewhere during reading I began biting my lip and by the end my bottom lip was numb and my lower lips were wet. Damn.
Daddy143B: yeah, she real fuckin naggy
LadyA14: that's not fair
LadyA14: now im wet and all I want is you fucking me from the back. Hard!
Daddy143B: why isn't it fair and damn :-P
LadyA14: cuz, it just isn’t! you know better. you know I love when you do it like that daddy
Daddy143B: welp get on the road
Daddy143B: how wet ru
LadyA14: real wet daddy
Daddy143B: can I see
I pushed my laptop back a bit then slide my hand between my thighs to my panty-less pussy. You looked as if you’d faint from your view. Licking your lips as if you were preparing to eat, I smiled at what control a simple gesture had. Moments later two of my fingers emerged, glimmering with juices from my extremely pussy.
Your eyes widen at the sight.
“Damn, Baby.”
“What? You know how your pussy reacts to you, Daddy. I miss sucking my cum off you big dick, baby. You know, like this.”
It was my turn. And I never disappointed. I stuck my tongue out and met my wet fingertips with the tip of my tongue, all while looking directly at you. Tongue still out, I slowly glided the fingers into my mouth, along my tongue, until they disappeared, nearing my throat. The sensation made me lightly gag and contributed to the moisture now reaching my thighs.
“Stop!”
LadyA14: y daddy?! ;-)
Daddy143B: lol girl cause im thinking bout fucking u so I need to take my mind off it
LadyA14: remember when I'd try to get it all in my mouth
LadyA14: You’re too big so it would never work
Daddy143B: HELL YEA
Daddy143B: im super horny now STOP
LadyA14: but I'd try and gag... something about it got my pussy all wet again
LadyA14: and id want you back deep inside me
LadyA14: naw hoe, we both gunna be hot and bothered, that's what you get
Daddy143B: U TOLD ME IF I MADE U WANT IT ENOUGH U WOULD GET ON THE ROAD SO THATS WHAT I DID lol
The reality of our situation deterred my thoughts for a moment. I couldn’t wait until our lives finally allowed us to live in at least the same state.
LadyA14: i wish i could baby
Daddy143B: U CAN BABY
That was always your answer. Blue’s was truly a success, but I just couldn’t see myself living off of you as a stay-at-home spouse. I enjoyed being active and I already knew your made up position of Events Coordinator would more than likely consist of me being on my back in your office trying to muffle the sounds of my ecstasy. Enjoyable yes, but I desired more. I figured I’d get us back to a lighter mood and ignore your suggestion.
LadyA14: ... or remember when you'd push just the head in and pop it back out. that shit always made me scream and beg you to stop
Daddy143B: how could I forget you know I know my pussy
LadyA14: yes daddy you do. I love when you claim it. Just like I know that’s my dick
Daddy143B: DAMN
LadyA14: or when we couldn't fuck and youd finger me… that shit made me squirt every time.
LadyA14: i always think about squirting my pussy juice on your face while youd be between my legs
LadyA14: damn, this convo has your pussy dripping…
You laughed at something on TV.
LadyA14: and youre not even paying attention
Daddy143B: sorry, new show on the Foodie Channel
I rolled my eyes. This woman was addicted to everything food. Thank goodness she reveired my pussy as such, naming its juices cake batter.
Daddy143B: i would love it if u did that all on my face
LadyA14: and id love to kiss you so i could taste it baby
Daddy143B: DAMN
Her eyes travel back to the tv beyond her computer screen. I shake my head to myself.
LadyA14: YO! ima take care of some things... ill call you back
Daddy143B: NO!
LadyA14: ill tell ms palmer you said hello
“Wait! No, Ba--”
I closed the video chat application and opened a file containing videos. You may have been preoccupied, but a video from your last trip here would do just the trick. I slipped my hands between my thighs and pressed play. The image of my legs spread eagle as you prepare to push inside me appears. Damn
Daddy143B wants to Video Chat with You.
I guess I could use some help.
Friday, September 12, 2014
What They Want
Sometimes, to keep it together, you have to give in a little...
I lower my hands between my parted legs. All that hides my pussy from your view is the red triangular front of my g-string.
You lick your lips as if preparing to feast upon a meal prepared by Bobby, Wolfgang, Ann, and the like. Your mouth waters at the first site of my nectar seeping through the thin fabric.
Noticing your reaction I smile slightly because i know this whole situation is in my control. I take the fingers of my right hand and rub them firmly against the spot of moisture; it slowly begins to grow. I can barely take the sensation, but the look of anticipation on your face reminds me to slow down, make you wait.
From the lowest point of the triangle I glide my index finger up along my plump outer pussy lips so that they surround the fabric and make it cup my clit. the now hard nub is a bit stiffer and peeking out from its hood. The mere feeling of it touching the fabric and the kinkiness of the fabric being surrounded by my pussy lips feels so naughty and i love every moment of it. i especially love the way you look as if you want to jump through the computer screen.
The red triangle pointing to my entrance, I take it's direction and insert my middle finger into my pussy, the sensation is amazing. A groan can be heard in the sole ear bud placed in my right ear. You like what you see. I slowly slip the finger out of my valley and bring it up to my lips, glossing the red lipstick with the most natural balm. I follow by trailing the tip of my tongue around my full lips, licking my juices off of my lips. I taste as sweet as honey, perhaps sweeter.
Wanting more I place the pad of my middle and index finger at my entrance and bite my lip as I try to push the digits in. I'm so tight the task becomes a feat I'm not ready to battle, but I must, after all that's what you want.
On the other end you've already placed your hand between your own legs, I can only imagine what you're doing on the other end. But that doesn't matter, because that's not why I'm here.
I finally work up the courage to push both fingers in, it's slightly painful and something between a gasp and moan escape my lips when i finally get the tips of my fingers in.
"Push them all the way in."
I do as I'm told, biting my lip even harder. I thrust the fingers deep inside of me, lifting my bent legs up a bit off of the bed to give myself more access. My mouth opens into a red 'O' at the sensation.
"Leave them there."
I don't question you, I just obey.
"Place your -- ugh -- other hand."
Your own touching is proving to be successful. I know what you require and I oblige, placing the middle finger from my other hand within the hole between the ample cheeks of my ass. My muscles flex around my finger as if inspecting the foreign object.
"Pro -- proceed"
I begin pumping the three fingers in their respective orifices, slowly and meticulously. With every push into my pussy, thick creamy juices run out, on occasion spurting past my finger and onto my hand and wrist. My ass begins to become accustomed to the finger in it and allows me to feel pleasure from that place as well. Moans, clinching of teeth and a slightly more rapid pace result. You look on intently.
"Ugh, Damn. Fuck. Shit. Keep fucking going. Do as I say. Yes. Listen to Daddy. You fucking -- damn! Listen. Yes. Just like that."
Your words spewed in pleasure cause my own, making my pussy twitch around my fingers at each slur, hoping you'd say my favorite before it was all over. I continue to do as I'm told, now stroking my fingers in and out of myself faster and faster. The buildup begins, but I know I must control myself. Or else.
"I wish you were here, I want to feel your tongue, Baby. I want you to take care of Daddy. But, first, let me take care of you."
Just the though made my body shiver. I nod my head and prepare myself. Removing the finger from my ass and using the hand to place the other earbud onto the tip of my clit. I'd already prepared, adjusting the audio levels of my speaker output. "Ok."
"Fuck yourself for me, Baby. Let me see. Yeah, just like that."
I noticed, although slowed, your hand was still moving between your legs, out of view.
I closed my eyes and took everything in, pumping my finger into my yoni with your direction.
"Speed up. Fuck that pussy like I would. You're going to earn it today. Prove to me you want it."
And that, I did, bucking my pelvis into my fingers as I thrust them deep within me. But, to give you what you wanted, I needed more, and you knew that.
I faintly heard the prerecorded humming pump out of the left ear bud meticulously placed on the tip of my clit, But I felt it even louder. My eyes rolled to the back of my head in response.
"That's right. Cum for Daddy. I so wish I could be there right now, sucking on that hard clit. I know it's poking right out from under that hood."
Without your question, for the first time that evening I moved the triangle to the side revealing my exposed clit and juice-covered pussy lips.
"Oh. My. Gawd." Your mouth drops open and you feverishly massage between your legs.
"Daddy, come with me. Come with your pussy. Yes, Daddy, yes! Oh shit, Daddy can your pussy cum. Please can I cum for you."
"Hold that shit you nasty Bitch! Hold that shit for Daddy."
As if saying the magic word we both moan, groan, and climax, together.
For a moment, we both grow silent, our bodies limp in satisfaction.
I breath in deeply and muster up enough strength to lift up and peer at the screen. You're gone. Before I could question the matter, you open the door to our bedroom, walking as if your legs were made of Jell-o(tm). I smile.
"Thank you."
"No, thank you." I say closing and moving the laptop onto the floor by our bed.
"You know I hate the 'B' word, but damn I love what it does to you. I love you so much. I feel you need to know that after that word."
I smile as you lay behind me and wrapping your hands around to my front, preparing to settle in for a nap.
"I love you."
"I know." you yawn before closing your eyes.
15 years and we still kept it hot :)
© 2014 SapphoSoul. All Rights Reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the publisher and author.
© 2014 SapphoSoul. All Rights Reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the publisher and author.
Wednesday, September 10, 2014
Current Condition: Part Two of Two
“Oh, really?” splayed across your face as you paused. But not for long. Your wrinkled and stained shirt that covered my body fought as you tore it from my thick frame. I stood there naked, now exposing the wetness now covering my inner thigh. You smirk as you shake your head, unbuttoned your shirt, and step out of your pants and boxers, simultaneously. Sh*t.
I grab for your locks as you unbutton the second to the last button and bring your lips to mine. I won’t fail. A button is heard hitting the floor as I pull the shirt the rest of the way off. Surrendering to the kiss you slip your tongue between my lips. I suck on it before biting your bottom lip. Too hard.
I grab for your locks as you unbutton the second to the last button and bring your lips to mine. I won’t fail. A button is heard hitting the floor as I pull the shirt the rest of the way off. Surrendering to the kiss you slip your tongue between my lips. I suck on it before biting your bottom lip. Too hard.
"Bish", you moan in pleasurable pain while pushing me back by my neck. The other hand goes to your rather plump lower lip to assess the damage. There is none.
Your hand squeezes my neck as you lean my head to the side and bend your head to my breast. You lick my right nipple and quickly follow with a bite hard enough to make me scream. I do. When I check, a small streak of red is on my finger. I look at you in disgust.
"Now we're even for what could have happened." What the fuck? "Bend over."
Still glaring at you, I back up to the kitchen table, placing my ample ass on the wood, and lay on my back. Knees bent, I raise my feet on either side of me and begin playing with my, excuse me, your pussy. Oblivious to your own request, you stare at me as I look directly at you.
Still glaring at you, I back up to the kitchen table, placing my ample ass on the wood, and lay on my back. Knees bent, I raise my feet on either side of me and begin playing with my, excuse me, your pussy. Oblivious to your own request, you stare at me as I look directly at you.
I push two fingers into my pussy. The feeling makes my back arch up off the table, making my breast raise in the air. Your right hand raises to rub your nipple through the sports bra you're wearing. With the left, you press the strap firmly into your clit. I smile.
I remove the dripping wet fingers from my pussy, sucking the shortest then reaching back down to place the longest in my ass from behind, biting my lip to brace the peculiar, yet intoxicating feeling.
Finger still in ass, I want you to join me. "Come fu*k your pussy, Daddy."
And on command, you do. Grabbing the huge chocolate-colored dick, you place its head at my extremely wet pussy lips, rubbing it against my clit before forcing it past my entrance. Just like chocolate, it's also addictive, and although large, I can't wait until it pops into me.
And on command, you do. Grabbing the huge chocolate-colored dick, you place its head at my extremely wet pussy lips, rubbing it against my clit before forcing it past my entrance. Just like chocolate, it's also addictive, and although large, I can't wait until it pops into me.
"Sh*t!" Your dick stretches my pussy on entry. "Let me go deep, deep, deep..." BlackStreet requests throughout the speakers and I instantly look at your face. "No!" One word, that you choose to ignore.
As if their request was your own, you thrust as many of the 10 inches as you can inside me. I curse your name, your past, present, and future, and lastly, the dick, the whole time. "Daddy, no, I can't take it! Daddy it's too much. Baby, it won't fit. Bitch. You fucking, Bitch. Damn. Fuck. Fuck me, Bitch. Fuck me please, Daddy. Right there, just like that. Yes, Baby. Fuck your pussy."
A mutual agreement is silently formed. Rather than lose, I'll make you think you won and put me in my current condition.
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Current Condition: Part One of Two
Hands tied behind my back, you smile at my current condition. Hair a mess and clothes disheveled. Pussy wet as hell. But you leave me. The Weeknd begins to blare through our home's speakers. "Just let me motha fuckin' love you."
I shouldn't have talked back, but something in me is rebellious. Something in me wants this. It wants as much as your willing to give me and still begs for the limits we both fear. So I tried you.
And I failed.
Daddy. Daddy? Bad girls are left. Questions unanswered. Peering at our room’s entryway, I quickly try escaping the tie knotted around my wrists. Too silky to hold, it gives with moderate effort. Footsteps. My heart pounds as you get closer to the room's door. Think!
I fall to my knees and crawl to the door, meeting you as you enter. As if impressed, you raise an eyebrow at me. Cream drips down my thigh and onto our hardwood floor. Damn.
“Where the hell are you going? What happened to the tie?” Questions I can’t answer. I just want more.
I reach for your zipper and you grab my hand and push it away.
“I have something better.” You leave me, again, and disappear into the bathroom across the room. Infantile, I sit, legs crossed, on the floor. How obedient. How unacceptable. I rise from the floor and exit the room.
Catching a glimpse of myself in the framed, floor-length mirror in the hall. Red lipstick on your shirt that I am wearing and mascara on my nose and cheek, I examine my current condition
I descend the steps and head to the kitchen. Flowers on the floor, wine overturned, makes maneuvering a task. I grab a cup and fill it with water from the Brita. Cool water harshly greats my throat reminding me of your hand on my face, my ass, around my neck. Reminding me of earlier. After a moment the cool is welcoming to my sore, dry throat. Footsteps. Damn.
You tower several inches over me as you stand at my back. A chill the refrigerated water would shiver at traveled up my spine. As if growing balls as big as the bulge now pressing into my lower back, I curtly reply ‘yes?’.
“What, Bish?” you grab my arm and push me into the adjacent island. “Who the fuck are you talking to?” your hand quickly grabs for my neck, your grip loose, but daring. I want this, so still bearing balls, “you” I respond with a smirk.
Fuck dare, you do. Tighten your fingers around my neck you look at me and in your eyes I see the smallest glimmer of concern. I blink it away. Biting my lip, hoping to brace the pain. I mischievously whisper “Daddy”. You snap back, ready to give me what I need.
Letting go, you use the hand to push down on my shoulder. I know my task. I again reach for your zipper. This time you present no hesitation. Your dick hangs is my face after I pull your boxers to your feet.
“Suck”
My current situation.
- - -
The 10-inch phallus glides in and out of my mouth, the head popping past my lips on occasion. But I still wanted more. Perhaps to impress you. Perhaps to test myself, I clasp my hands behind my back, just as they were earlier. Looking up at you, I open my mouth wider, then move forward until your dick reaches the back of my throat and my extended tongue touches the life- like balls. I smirk, and pull my head back until the head is between my teeth. I was in control. For now.
You smirk too, then grab the back of my head and force your head further in. I calmly take you. I wasn't going to fail, but you weren't either,
“Swallow my fucking dick, Baby.” Your hips push forward as your hand pushes my head toward you. I gag.
And fail. It was the mixture of "swallow my fucking dick" and "Baby". There was something erotic when you combined the harshness of one and the softness of the other. Damn.
Your hand still at the back of my head, you grab at my hair, yanking your dick out of my mouth and me up towards the table. I screamed. Out of shock. Mostly. “Fuck you!”, I yelled. See, you had dick; I had balls.
© 2014 SapphoSoul. All Rights Reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the publisher and author.
I shouldn't have talked back, but something in me is rebellious. Something in me wants this. It wants as much as your willing to give me and still begs for the limits we both fear. So I tried you.
And I failed.
Daddy. Daddy? Bad girls are left. Questions unanswered. Peering at our room’s entryway, I quickly try escaping the tie knotted around my wrists. Too silky to hold, it gives with moderate effort. Footsteps. My heart pounds as you get closer to the room's door. Think!
I fall to my knees and crawl to the door, meeting you as you enter. As if impressed, you raise an eyebrow at me. Cream drips down my thigh and onto our hardwood floor. Damn.
“Where the hell are you going? What happened to the tie?” Questions I can’t answer. I just want more.
I reach for your zipper and you grab my hand and push it away.
“I have something better.” You leave me, again, and disappear into the bathroom across the room. Infantile, I sit, legs crossed, on the floor. How obedient. How unacceptable. I rise from the floor and exit the room.
Catching a glimpse of myself in the framed, floor-length mirror in the hall. Red lipstick on your shirt that I am wearing and mascara on my nose and cheek, I examine my current condition
I descend the steps and head to the kitchen. Flowers on the floor, wine overturned, makes maneuvering a task. I grab a cup and fill it with water from the Brita. Cool water harshly greats my throat reminding me of your hand on my face, my ass, around my neck. Reminding me of earlier. After a moment the cool is welcoming to my sore, dry throat. Footsteps. Damn.
You tower several inches over me as you stand at my back. A chill the refrigerated water would shiver at traveled up my spine. As if growing balls as big as the bulge now pressing into my lower back, I curtly reply ‘yes?’.
“What, Bish?” you grab my arm and push me into the adjacent island. “Who the fuck are you talking to?” your hand quickly grabs for my neck, your grip loose, but daring. I want this, so still bearing balls, “you” I respond with a smirk.
Fuck dare, you do. Tighten your fingers around my neck you look at me and in your eyes I see the smallest glimmer of concern. I blink it away. Biting my lip, hoping to brace the pain. I mischievously whisper “Daddy”. You snap back, ready to give me what I need.
Letting go, you use the hand to push down on my shoulder. I know my task. I again reach for your zipper. This time you present no hesitation. Your dick hangs is my face after I pull your boxers to your feet.
“Suck”
My current situation.
- - -
The 10-inch phallus glides in and out of my mouth, the head popping past my lips on occasion. But I still wanted more. Perhaps to impress you. Perhaps to test myself, I clasp my hands behind my back, just as they were earlier. Looking up at you, I open my mouth wider, then move forward until your dick reaches the back of my throat and my extended tongue touches the life- like balls. I smirk, and pull my head back until the head is between my teeth. I was in control. For now.
You smirk too, then grab the back of my head and force your head further in. I calmly take you. I wasn't going to fail, but you weren't either,
“Swallow my fucking dick, Baby.” Your hips push forward as your hand pushes my head toward you. I gag.
And fail. It was the mixture of "swallow my fucking dick" and "Baby". There was something erotic when you combined the harshness of one and the softness of the other. Damn.
Your hand still at the back of my head, you grab at my hair, yanking your dick out of my mouth and me up towards the table. I screamed. Out of shock. Mostly. “Fuck you!”, I yelled. See, you had dick; I had balls.
© 2014 SapphoSoul. All Rights Reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the publisher and author.
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I'm not sure how you got here, but I thank you for stopping by. On 'Add Some Soul' I hope you will find stories that are steamy yet sensual and will prove to set the mood... I specialize in Urban, Lesbian Erotica, but other genres and non-erotic pieces may develop over time. For your enjoyment, I may also begin producing commentary videos on some of the hot urban lesbian web series out there. So, please check back often!
In the meantime, you can find me on Facebook or at Lesbian Paradise, a new lesbian social networking site I highly recommend, or at Literotica.
Still want more? Join SapphoSexies and be the first to know about new pieces, participate in quizzes and polls, and connect with others who enjoy a good, hot, and heavy read ;-)
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