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Silouette

On February 27, 2009

Horizon and Windows by random letters used under a Creative Commons

The floor-to-ceiling windows allow the hues of sunset to cascade into the room, reds, pinks and oranges, enhancing the dim lighting. Her back is to me as she watches the horizon slowly change.

Her stance is wide, strong, and I desperately want to move toward her and separate the delicate folds of her with my tongue, find the right pressure and speed, pleasing her and tasting her. Instead I stay as I am, kneeling, watching her form shift against the hues of dusk sky. Her power radiates.

She turns, languidly, crossing her arms in front of her and tapping one black latex-covered finger against the opposite elbow. Though her face is still in shadow I can feel the grin that splits her mouth make me tingle.

She watches me watch her, my desire is written across my face for her to see. I keep no secrets. “All fours.” She says, and I quickly comply.

Before I can register her movement she’s behind me and her fingers are pushing inside of me, spreading me open, her other hand pressing my naked self forward, making me crawl with her fingers inside me toward the window.

She moves me forward until my cheek presses against the cool glass. A shiver runs up my spine either from the cold of the glass or the hot of my cunt, I’m not sure which, but I know she felt my reaction.

Her sharp teeth dig into the soft flesh of my ass as she adds another finger into my already dripping cunt, opening me up further around her, making me moan and squeal with pleasure as I thrust back against her fingers. She leans up and whispers in my ear, “Isn’t the sunset, beautiful, darling?”

I clear my throat to answer, but end up just feebly nodding against the glass, unable to find my voice.

She adds another finger and moves more insistently, each thrust going a little deeper trying to press as far into me as possible. I can feel her surrounding me with her dominance as her fingers penetrate my hot flesh. The sky before us darkens further, the red and orange hues fading to purple and blue.

Another lubed finger presses against my backdoor as the others still inside of me, opening me further for her, her toy to play with. She wiggles her fingers in my cunt as she adds a second finger easily into my ass, and I can’t help but grunt and thrust desperately back at her. My clit is on fire and I hope that she will let me come.

I hear her chuckle softly as she begins thrusting with both hands, alternating fullness and making me writhe, my torso would fall if I wasn’t pressed up so tightly against the glass. My cheek is wet with the moisture of my breathing.

She continues until I can’t stand it, I’m on the edge and unconsciously start rubbing my thighs together, rocking my pelvis, rubbing against my sensitive clit as I do.

Her knee knocks against my thighs, spreading them apart wider, keeping me open, not allowing me that release I need. She tsks and chuckles deeply before continuing her thrusting, my clit on fire with every movement.

“Please…”

“What is it, pet?”

“Please, let me come, please… my clit is aching for it… please…” My pleas turn desperate as her fingers move faster within me.

Her teeth dig into the flesh of my ass again, making me squeal with delight and pain. Just as quickly her fingers have left me and she slaps my ass.

“Turn over.” She says, and I quickly comply, too eager for my own good.

“Now, now, darling. The evening has just begun. I have much more in store for you.” She grins, standing and looking into my eyes as I lay on my back, open for her, missing her touch. I try to show her my need with my eyes, but nod as my mind races over the possibilities in her words.

She crosses back over to the window. The sky has cooled a bit, reds and oranges faded to dark pink and blue, but the outline of her is still visible contrasted to the light coming from the sky. I watch as she brings a glass filled with her favorite drink to her lips, her gloved fingers still moist with my juices.

Unsure of what to do, I watch her movements and then nearly jump out of my skin as the doorbell rings.

In Which I Wake Up Coming

By Tai Fenix Kulystin

On December 23, 2008

In Smut

Ho. Lee. Shit.

I’ve never had this happen before that I can remember. I just woke up from a dream coming, without any physical stimulation. It was glorious. I was very pleasantly surprised!

Now, the dream:

I’m not sure how I got into the situation, but I was with someone (no one I know) and we were in a large spacious room. We were fighting, kinda play-fighting, trying to figure out who was going to be on Top. He (masculine though not necessarily male, that was unclear–you know how dreams are) told me that he knew I wanted to be taken, dominated, etc. I was adamantly refusing it. I had my red cane and was occasionally hitting him in addition to our wrestling, circling, and fighting.

At one point something changed in me. I’m not sure how it happened, but I think he tripped me, so I fell to my knees. He pushed his hand against my shoulders and brought them to the floor, so my ass was up in the air. I suddenly didn’t want to be on top anymore, I wanted to be topped, but I didn’t want him to know that.

Suddenly he had the cane and was hitting me just the way I like it: lots of little somewhat-light/somewhat-hard smacks that burn more than sting. He was smacking just above my ass, mostly, telling me that was a sensitive spot, asking me if I was enjoying it. I shook my head but inside I was singing, elated, loving every second.

I was naked, though I think I had been clothed before (you know how dreams are). He was still clothed. Suddenly he pushed three lubed fingers into my ass, which slid in easily and wonderfully. I clenched around them and moaned as he continued to cane me in that lightly-hard burning way that I love so well. He chuckled and asked me again if I enjoyed it, if that was a moan of pleasure or displeasure. I didn’t answer, but I didn’t need to.

He began fucking my ass with his fingers, until I started moving back toward him, clenching around him. I could feel my cunt so wet beneath where he was penetrating, and then he brought out the toy.

It was a rabbit like the one I’m giving away (though I haven’t used that one, but I’ve marveled at it and want one). He turned it on, pushed it inside of me, and positioned the ears just perfectly over my clit. He continued fingering my ass while the rabbit turned away inside me getting my g-spot and the ears buzzed over my clit.

It didn’t take long until I was coming. As I came in the dream I woke up to my body and cunt spasming, coming, partaking in a glorious (albeit short as I was not fully awake for all of it) orgasm.

My hands were nowhere near my clit or cunt or ass. I was coming hands-free, on my side, clutching a pillow to my chest.

Score one for my imagination.

Microfantasy Monday – Boots

By Tai Fenix Kulystin

On December 16, 2008

In Smut

I know, I know, it’s not technically Monday anymore. However, I’ve had a rough weekend and only barely got Pleasurists out yesterday, so here’s my Microfantasy Monday on Tuesday, and you just have to deal. I really like these, particularly because I love doing vignettes rather than full stories, probably because I don’t really have the skill to pull of full stories most of the time. But I digress…

The idea behind Microfantasy Mondays comes from Ang of Sweltering Celt.

This week’s theme: Boots.

She slipped the black PVC onto my foot and then reached for the laces, making sure it was situated correctly before beginning the task of sliding the hard end of each lace through the holes one at a time, from my ankle to my knee. I watched her as she worked, careful to pull the laces just right, one at a time, our little ritual to get her into the right mindset. Every so often she would glance up to make sure I was pleased.

And then the other boot was put on, each hole meticulously filled, each lace segment tightened, until both of my calves were encased in shiny gorgeous black PVC. I smiled as she sat back on her feet, kneeling before me, then stood, five inches taller now, my right foot slightly forward. I gestured for her to bow further, and instructed her to kiss the boots she had so carefully attended to. When she came up I could see the familiar sub-space in her eyes. I shifted feet so she could kiss the other before clipping a leash to her collar and leading her to the bed.

Microfantasy Monday – Sliding Glass Doors

By Tai Fenix Kulystin

On December 8, 2008

In Smut

The idea behind Microfantasy Mondays comes from Ang of Sweltering Celt.

This week’s theme: Sliding. Glass. Doors.

“There.” He growled, impatience and irritation in his voice as he pointed across the room. She slowly turned her head from where she was kneeling and let her gaze follow the line his finger made. She bit her lip but knew that further hesitation on her part would result in something worse, so she started to stand. “No.” He told her firmly. She knew what to do.

She sighed softly and crawled across the room, over the carpet and then the tile in the kitchen before she reached the sliding glass door. He told her to stand and spread her legs, facing outside. She was already naked and hesitated for long enough that he felt the need to encourage her by reaching down and slapping her exposed bottom.

Quickly she stood and displayed her naked form to the world outside. As he came up behind her she counted the windows she could see into, meaning the windows that people could see her from, and wondered who would get a glimpse. There was a small balcony outside the door, but the building across the street was taller than her own. One of his hands moved between her legs as the other pressed against her left shoulder, pressing her against the cold glass as he dipped into her and showed her off to the neighbors, heightening her embarrassment and elation.

Microfantasy Monday – Implements

By Tai Fenix Kulystin

On December 1, 2008

In Smut

The idea behind Microfantasy Mondays comes from Ang of Sweltering Celt.

This week’s theme: implements of torture. Need more? I went with breast torture specifically…

The rope is lying across the bed like an arm akimbo: casual yet practiced; the bright red highly contrasted with the black sheets below. He picks up the coil and instructs me to lift up my arms, first tugging my dress up and off of me, next beginning to wind the red rope around me. I look down and watch as the red criss-crosses my chest and creates a beautiful support system for my sizeable breasts: decorative, elegant, and depraved. He picks up a box from the bedside table.

The box rattles, he reaches in and pulls out a long clover clamp, chain dangling into the box until another is revealed. I close my eyes and touch the tip of my tongue to my upper lip, waiting for the sharp sting of the clamp upon my nipple. Instead I feel the cool metal tracing along the roundness of my right breast, making me let out a little moan of pleasure and frustration. A second coldness on my left breast before the clamps descend at the same moment, capturing my now hardened nipple between them.

Next, a bottle of iodine comes from the box, along with a couple of cotton swabs. He gestures for me to lay on the bed, and once I do he swipes the iodine soaked cotton around each clamped nipple, tugging the chain between the clamps up as he asks me if I know what he has planned.

Microfantasy Monday – Standing

By Tai Fenix Kulystin

On November 24, 2008

In Smut

The idea behind Microfantasy Mondays comes from Ang of Sweltering Celt.

This week’s theme: it’s all about standing up.

I shiver softly as the scissors work up my back, cutting away what little fabric still covered me from view, slashing up the back of my dress and across the short sleeves so that it falls to the floor. Underneath, now exposed, my lace garter belt still clings to the quivering skin, accentuating and framing all the right places. The scissors cut my bra, too, the straps and back hanging down while the cups are the only things keeping my breasts from pressing bare against the cold wall the way my arms already were as they were splayed out at my sides.

She presses the cool leather between my thighs, nudging them apart, and I begrudgingly oblige so that my cunt is exposed to the air. Widening my stance requires me to slide down the wall a bit which shifts the bits of bra still hanging and catches her attention, she reaches a hand and tugs the soft material away, pressing her clothed groin against my ass and grinding softly as she bites my neck, tossing the bra away. I moan and shiver again, this time from excitement rather than the cold, her body warming me as it teases me. Again she puts the handle between my legs, this time pressing the handle against my cunt, making me grind down against it as she tsks softly at me.

“Not yet, pet.” She croons in an amusement-laced tone. “There’s plenty of that to come. But first…”

Microfantasy Monday – Displayed Backside

By Tai Fenix Kulystin

On November 17, 2008

In Smut

Microfantasy Mondays comes from Ang of Sweltering Celt, it’s such a good idea I decided to join in!

This week’s theme:There is an ass and it is on display.

His eyes roam over the exposed mounds of flesh, perfectly rounded and soft to the touch. Each movement closer to the edge of the bed brings a new level of excitement as he imagines what the next moments will bring. The red top she wears is pressed hard against the bed as she wiggles and moans her frustration and excitement. All she sees is darkness, even though the room is bright. Her skirt has fallen up around her waist, exposing her soft creamy ass to his view, her hands spread out on either side of her, restrained under the bed.

He licks his lips and lets a finger slide across her wanton flesh, enjoying taking his time and teasing her with the idea of violation without giving in to his own desires to slam his cock into her aching ass. All week he had told her what he was going to do to her tonight, how she would be wet even before she entered his apartment, and how he would take her in every way he felt like. She had been fantasizing and wondering about it, getting lots of teasing information but no specifics to know exactly what he had planned. Slowly he positioned himself behind her.

NaNoWriMo Glimpse – Anticipation

By Tai Fenix Kulystin

On November 3, 2008

In Smut

I decided to participate in this year’s NaNoWriMo that is, National Novel Writing Month, which is November 1st-30th. I didn’t start right on the 1st, but this is part of what I had so far, not necessarily at the beginning, but it could be, we’ll see. I thought you all might like to read it, and I’d love any comments/critiques/criticism that you have, including telling me that it’s simply way too cliche (though it’s supposed to be a little cliche).

I need to read up on my noir fiction style, but I can always revise to add more noir-sounding phrases, but that’s the style I want to work within, partly Onyx’s idea, he’s been super into noir lately. Though, who knows, that aspect of it may end up being scrapped due to lack of ability. In any case, enjoy!

She walked into the room like she owned it, her deep red dress hugging her curves in all the right places, emphasizing her hips as she swayed toward me. She was the kind of dame you wouldn’t mind staying through the night, but she never would. I touched the cool glass of my drink to my lips, the ice clinking softly as the clear alcohol passed through my lips like water. She grinned once she saw me, sly as a cat having already caught the bird, and simply held out her hand for me to take.

She was the one who invited me here, to be part of a crowd and an atmosphere I didn’t usually partake in. I liked to stick to the shadows, preferring a fast tumble to a slow chase, but this girl was different. She had blown into my life like a brushfire, and seemed to like the chase. If she wanted a chase I’d be happy to oblige.

I tried to be cool as she led me to the dance floor, my half drunk glass abandoned on the counter I had been leaning on. Her arms were encased in black gloves up past her elbows, they looked elegant but were rubbery to the touch. A shiver ran up my spine as I touched the material. My arm slid around her waist as her head moved to rest on my shoulder, crimson lips grazing my cheek as her body molded against mine. Her hair fell down past her shoulder blades, and my hand ached to delve into the dark smooth mass of it, but I resisted for now. Each movement of her hips against me made me bite back moans that threatened to tumble from my lips, I couldn’t help but want her.

I could tell a lot of others in the room were watching us, and why wouldn’t they? Many who knew me were more surprised to see me in this setting and less so with the beautiful woman pressed against me. Those who knew her well, watched with a mixture of jealousy and smirking knowledge at what might later come to pass.

We did make a striking couple. Her in her red dress and gloves, elegant with a touch of fetish, her black heels tall, making her taller than me by a few inches. Me in a perfectly fitted three-piece suit I’d bought for this occasion: black with red pinstripes, black shirt, red tie, and a black fedora with a red band. I even had on red socks, though they were nearly impossible to see covered by my slacks and dress shoes. I knew she had a thing for suits, and for red, that much had been covered already. Though it had only been a few days since we met I could tell by the fire in her eyes that red was a color that suited her well.

Her arms were folded around my shoulders, my hands clutching her waist, knowing that if I slid them down just a few inches I would be able to feel the slope of her ass. I tried to keep my breathing steady, even as her arms wound tighter around me, her breasts crushing against my chest, inhaling the scent of her as she curled her fingers into the hair at the nape of my neck. I exhaled a heavy breath.

“Something wrong, darling?” She mused, her soft whisper against my ear sent another shiver. I growled low and she just chuckled as we danced to the soft jazz playing not far from us. She straightened in my grasp and shot me a knowing glance before taking my hand in hers and leading me out of the room.

We arrived in the bathroom before I realized where we were headed, she pushed me into the largest stall and pressed her hand against the bulge in my pants. I groaned. This was not the way I had imagined the evening would go. I was going to be smooth and charming, win her over through the night, invite her back to my place for a drink, and then make my move, instead she decided to lead me to the bathroom and unzip my pants.

I glanced down just quick enough to watch her red lips as they engulfed the length of my cock, making me throb with desire, the familiar clink of my belt buckle made me moan aloud, watching her as she watched me writhing in anticipation. I licked my lips and thrust my hips toward her, my pinstripe slacks falling around my red socks as she moved her hand under my cock to slowly insert a finger into my hot cunt, now I knew what the gloves were for, though I’d suspected all along.

A Few Orgasms Before Bed

By Tai Fenix Kulystin

On October 27, 2008

In a Love: Onyx, Smut

Because my blog has been entirely to smut-less lately, even though I have all these ideas for smutty stuff but I end up writing all the introspective stuff first, and because it was hot. Last night…

He stepped out of the shower and came into our bedroom, already knowing what was going to happen. I was waiting for him, wearing the harness and nothing else. I told him to lie face down on the bed and put the blindfold on. As he did as instructed I continued getting ready, fixing my pretty black dildo into the harness, making sure it curved down so it would hit his prostate when I rode his ass from behind.

I moved around the bed and restrained each of his hands in turn, using the Under the Bed Restraints that are a convenient permanent feature of our bed now, stretching his arms out on either side of him so that he couldn’t move. Then I told him to get his ass up in the air with his arms already bound.

Kneeling on the bed behind him I groped and massaged his ass, smacking it a few times before reaching for the lube. Slowly I worked my fingers into him, opening him up and getting his ass ready for my cock. I told him he was my ass slut now as he moaned and pressed his ass back on my fingers, first one then all the way up to four of them filling his ass.

Once he was sufficiently stretched and lubed I positioned my cockhead against the opening of his ass as he lay bound and blindfolded before me offering his ass up high. I pressed in slowly so he could feel it before starting to thrust. He moaned with each thrust as I started fucking his ass, alternating between fast and slow, hard and soft, making sure he felt it and making sure he was loving it, occasionally asking how he was feeling just to be sure.

As I rode his ass he started grunting and moaning, making sounds that sounded like he was going to come, so I fucked harder to encourage them and then stopped after a few more moments. I asked him what had happened, and he didn’t know. It was a surge of incredibly intense pleasure, he told me, which just made me want to get him there again. I stroked his cock for a few moments while we talked before starting up again, ramming into his ass until I heard the familiar grunts.

He didn’t shoot, but it seemed like he was having a p-spot orgasm, something he’d never had before, and seemed to love it. I let him come that way a few more times before pulling out, releasing him from the restraints, and instructing him to lie on his back and get his cock rock hard.

After washing my cock off I came back in and knelt next to his head, pressing my cock against his lips and asking him if he knew what I wanted him to do. Without a word he took my cock into his mouth and started sucking it. I watched him eagerly devouring it, pleasure flooding my cunt as he did, almost able to feel the softness of his tongue and insistent suckling against the silicone.

I pulled back and instructed him to sit up, positioning myself against the wall and instructing him to suck me again so I could watch from a different angle. He eagerly took it back into his mouth and began bobbing his head up and down it, gagging himself on it every so often until he had a couple of twin tears rolling down his cheeks. I let my hand rest happily on his head, playing with his hair as he sucked me off.

Moans escaped my lips as I watched him tongue and suck the curved black silicone into his mouth, and after a few long hot minutes of this I pulled him off of me. His cock was very hard, I began stroking it just to watch the pleasure and agony cascade across his face. I asked him what he wanted, and after many strokes and many moments of teasing I lay back so that he could fuck my cunt as I stroked my cock.

It did not take long for him to come, since he was so riled up already, and once I gave permission he shot. I let him rest for a few moments while I took the harness off and got back into bed, grabbing my newest toy, Mia, from the nightstand and declaring that it was my turn. I got on my stomach, positioned Mia and instructed him to fuck me with his fingers, my favorite way to come.

This wasn’t the first time I’ve fucked his ass, last weekend I used a glass plug on him, though not with a harness, then made him fuck me with the plug still in. He liked that quite a bit. When we were in England in May I used my strap-on on him, but that was the last time prior to last night. I have a feeling it will happen much more frequently from now on. This was, however, the first time I had him suck my cock and I imagine that will happen more frequently as well.

The Day We Met

By Tai Fenix Kulystin

On August 14, 2008

In a Love: Onyx, Smut

A couple weeks ago Master and I had one of our three anniversaries. Yes, one of the three. Now, I’m not big on anniversaries, I don’t demand gifts or things like that, and this last anniversary passed with little recognition until a few days later when I realized it had passed. I do like anniversaries for the sheer and simple fact that it is a way of marking the time we have spent together, a way of remembering the day we met, or the day we collared, or the day I moved a few hundred miles East to be with him (those are the three anniversaries if you didn’t figure).

I like remembering the day the anniversary celebrates, so I thought to commemorate the anniversary of the day we met face-to-face (which was actually two weeks ago, July 29th) I would tell you a little bit about that day.

First, to tell you about the day we met face-to-face I have to give a little background about how we met and all that other stuff. I have a little bit of it written in my about page but it doesn’t go into great detail. I haven’t really talked about how we met in this blog yet, just where we are now.

Master and I met online on irc.sexnet.org in late 2004, December or so. I had just gotten out of a relationship and was rather sour on relationships in general, he was still married and rather sour on relationships in general as well. I had been told by a friend of mine that he thought I was one of “Pan’s girls” (Master goes by Pan or Pantos online) as in, someone that he scened with on a regular or semi-regular basis. I had never really interacted with Pan although we had similar friends and had seen him around since 2002, so I told him that, and he was surprised because, as he said, Pan and I have really similar desires and sexual tastes.

Needless to say I was intrigued. I made it my intention to get to know Pan better, to talk to him, see if we really were as compatible as J had said. Obviously we were otherwise I wouldn’t still be with him three and a half years later. We began talking, just getting to know each other at first, and then it moved to more. We both declared that we didn’t want a relationship, that we would just be friends and have fun online and chat on the phone and whatnot, but that we weren’t looking for anything serious. I had a crush offline that I was trying to subtly get with, and I talked about her with him, and we got to be good friends.

We talked about him coming to see me in March of 2005, though only idly, and so it didn’t really happen. We were in and out of touch for quite a while, talking most days but not quite every day, that usual online stuff. One night in June we were talking (he was drunk) and he told me that he loved me, that he was in love with me. I was surprised because we had sworn to each other that we would be just friends, but not that surprised because I had suspected he felt for me more than a friend. I knew I felt for him as well, and him telling me that allowed me to feel what I felt for him. I told him I loved him as well, and we started talking about him coming to meet me.

I moved in June, and went home to Alaska for a couple weeks, and then when I came back to Ashland we started seriously planning. He was going to come over on the weekend of the 22nd, arrive Friday night then leave Sunday night, be back home in time for work the next day and all that. He wasn’t able to get on a flight that weekend, he was flying standby at that time as his (ex)wife works for Delta and so he got free flights. And a side note on the wife thing, they were polyamorous, and she knew about me. He was not cheating and I wouldn’t have been with him if he had been. However, I did know that he had been unhappy with her for a few years prior to us being together, so I was a catalyst–though not the reason–for him eventually leaving her.

Back to the story. He wasn’t able to get a flight on the 22nd, which we both bemoaned, and catching a flight the next day would just not be good enough, since we would have even less time together. Since the Medford airport is so small there was only one flight from SLC to Medford a day, so it wasn’t like he could hop on a flight an hour later. We grumbled and were upset but he told me that he would try again the next weekend. And so, on July 29th, 2005 he hopped on a plane from SLC to Medford, then took a taxi to my apartment and knocked on my door.

I remember I had dressed up for him. I put my hair in pigtails, wore a black button-up shirt and my short yellow and green plaid schoolgirl skirt with thigh high fishnets and a garter belt. I was looking hot, and I knew it. I had just moved into the apartment and had very little furniture at the time, though I did have a bed upstairs, and a chair and futon in the living room, but that was it. The living room was large and spacious with just a few scraps of furniture in it. I opened the door, we said hello, he set his luggage down, and then we proceeded to maul each other. He pressed me against the door, we kissed hungrily, he slid his fingers under my skirt…

The first meeting is somewhat of a blur, honestly. I remember kissing him seconds after he came through the door. I remember us not making it two feet before just getting down and fucking right in the living room. He had me kneel and take his cock in my mouth while still against the door, then we moved and he fucked me from behind, my cunt and my ass. It was a whirlwind of excitement for the both of us. Nearly eight months of foreplay had led us up to this point, and there was no way we were leaving any inch of each other untouched.

I remember cuddling up next to him lying there on the floor of my living room, both of us spent and happy after an uncountable number of orgasms. We were cuddling my favorite way, him on his back and me on my side facing him, my head fitting right in that nook that still feels like it’s made for me. We were grinning like fools and so amazingly happy, and all I could think was how perfect we fit together.