Brandi

The sights and smells and sounds of the marketplace were overwhelming. Colleen’s eyes cut from one thing to another, trying to take in everything around her. The cacophony was almost paralyzing. The smells of human sweat, piss and blood were competing with the smells of the animals and somewhere the smells of cooking caused her stomach to grumble. She was walking carefully, shackled to five other women who would also be sold. She almost tripped when her eyes locked on the stocks on the far side of the bazaar. Three gaunt women were being held in their embrace, they had been stripped bare and were being used by some soldiers for their sexual pleasure. Some of the soldiers were laughing at one of their own. A short man, he was having difficulty penetrating the girl in front of him, he was beating her and screaming at her to drop her fucking ass. Colleen watched as she went limp, drawing her feet up and letting her body hang from her arms causing her to lower her buttocks. He grabbed her hips and pulled her dangling body to him, and brutally penetrated her rectum, his frustration drove him to hurt her. The agonizing scream that was torn from her mouth went unnoticed by most of the crowd.

Her gaoler saw where her eyes landed and he gave her a toothless grin, “Your hymen saves you from their fate, your virginity makes you and your mistress more valuable than one who has been sullied. She looked at the other girls she was chained to and suspected they too were virgins.

She was an observant girl, a trait which had served her well as the servant girl of Lydia, a spoiled mean-spirited princess accustomed to getting her way. Lydia still hadn’t adapted to her change in circumstance. Her parents and brothers were dead, her sister probably used to death by the soldiers who had lustfully raped her. An officer had interceded on her and Lydia’s behalf. Not, as Lydia believed, for any noble purpose, but for their increased value as virgins. The officer himself had checked them. His finger pushed into her cunt until he stabbed into her hymen. She submitted to the test, placid and compliant. Lydia, however, fought like one possessed. The officer punched her in the face finally, knocking her out. Colleen watched while he pushed a finger inside the inert girl, testing her for purity. Somewhere inside her, something stirred.

“The man who corrupts these girls will lose their cock,” he announced to the soldiers, “If I don’t get their worth out of them, I will take it out of your hide. Now run, get the slave trader. I need a place to house them before they are sold on auction.”

I’ve decided to add a stories section to my blog to titillate you. I want to open up my fantasies for you. Now you can get off to the things I do, and all my sexy daydreams and fantasies.

Look at my amazing sissy boy. Have you seen anything cuter?

He’s begging me to take this picture down but I think it’s too adorable not to share. What do you think?

I love summer. The smell of tanning oils and lotions has the power to make my clit throb. The feel and smell of summer is all about sex for me. Hot naked bodies skinny dipping in the lake at midnight. The rush and touch of the water where it has never been before.

Clothing that barely covers my body. The heat of a stranger’s gaze. Maneuvering to a private spot, my body pressed against the wall. Spreading my legs and moving my bikini aside and allowing him to slide inside me. So fucking wet, needing his cock so much. Grinding, humping, fucking against the wall. Exploding with an incredible orgasm.

I forgot to get his name. Another one.

In my mind’s eye, I picture every boy I’ve ever known gathered around my naked prone body, jacking off. They are all watching me masturbate.

My left hand is cupping my left breast and my thumb and forefinger are rolling the nipple between them. Then, I pinch the nipple harder and pull out on it, stretching the skin that covers my breast. This harsher treatment seems to indicate a change is needed because my hand travels across my body, and my thumb and forefinger start rolling the right nipple between them.

Meanwhile, between my legs, I use my right index finger to spread my lips open. I insert my finger into my pussy and for a fraction of a second, I gasp and everything stops. My entire body is focused on that sensation, the tingling spreads outward from that point and a small moan escapes my lips. Pulling my finger out of my cunt, I use the juice to lubricate my clitoris and start rubbing the appendage with a circular motion. Again, I moan, but my back arches this time and I thrust my pelvis forward, moving my body toward that sensation. Next, I use my thumb to continue the circular motion as my pointer finger finds my hole and starts pushing up into it. Eager for more penetration I shove my middle finger, my fuck finger, into my pussy. Two fingers pumping in and out, in a steady, hard-pounding rhythm. Breathing hard, working toward that release, the tension building and building, I erupt like a volcano. My body stiffens and my back arches and I gasp.

When I cum, it sends a ripple through them all and I am surrounded by a multi-headed cum fountain erupting all over my naked body.

I’ve been absent from blogging for over a year and needed a title to reflect not only my absence but my renewed interest in telling my tale. My first title was LOVE because finding and losing love is why I quit writing about my sexual escapades. But, I don’t want to tell that story yet. Just know that the experience changed me. I came out of a relationship a much different girl than the one who strolled into it. I feel like it ruined me in some ways. So, instead of a serious title reflecting my broken heart, I decided a lighthearted tribute to a theme that keeps “popping up” in my life would be more appropriate.
January 8, 2010
I have had another uncut prick. This one was attached to a 62 year old man who is just crazy about me. Although I haven’t done the research, I think the chance of having blind-meat might increase with age.

I love being with this man, who will remain nameless since he’s married. He is so careful with me, he is gentle and giving and there isn’t a snowball’s chance in hell that I will fall in love with him. The sex with him is not the raging passion that Michael and I shared but it is amazing sex nonetheless.

I’m being brainwashed. My boyfriend is using my high sex drive to systematically alter my attitudes and beliefs. I’m turning into a stepford wife and I’m liking it. I went over to his house last Saturday in a french maid’s outfit and started vacuuming. He used the fucking hose on me. I was shrieking like a deranged person. The motor on the vacuum cleaner started over heating. But my clit got all plumped up from it. We are going to order a clitoral suction cylinder and a hand pump because of the experience. His kinkiness is another reason I’m going stepford. I was worried that he might be vanilla but he’s not. He loves kinky games and I love that about him. I just can’t get enough of him.

Actually, the tables have been turned. He’s interested in going to a play party and I don’t want him there. I don’t want to share him, I’m feeling monogamous and territorial. Isn’t that funny? We’re going to go and just observe. I don’t want him spanking or tickling or touching anyone but me!!!

Another morning of lazing in bed. I could get used to this. I love being woke up by Michael’s erection poking me (he calls it a piss hard-on…whatever!). I started a game where I tried to get his cock inside me without waking him. I haven’t done it once. He, on the other had, has woke me up 3 times this week with a cock in my cunt.

“Breaking and entering,” he told me.

It isn’t a fair game, he doesn’t have to mount me which makes it a lot easier for him. He is a light sleeper and I sleep like the dead. Most of the time when he touches me, I think it’s an extension of a dream I’m having. The list of reasons why he wins goes on and on. He just teases me and says I’m too competitive.

“After all, it’s not like you’re losing.”

I have to agree. It’s definitely a winning situation for me. This morning I woke up to feel his cock inside me, his left arm wrapped around me pinning me while his fingers pinched and twisted my hardening nipples.

“I win” he whispered.

My immediate reaction was rooted in my competitive nature. I struggled to dislodge him, I tried to elbow him in the rib cage and escape. Twisting, squirming, arching my back, I tried to bite. His laughter inflamed me. Furious and frenzied my fight against him was useless. His arms were like steel, pinning me to him. Pushing against him, frustrated and enraged, a deep growling emanated from my throat. He playfully growled back at me, kissing me on the back of my neck. Tweaking my nipples with his thumb and forefinger, he slowly moved his shaft inside me. He used shallow strokes to prevent me from dislodging him, barely moving out an inch before grinding his cock back in to me. And just like that, it went from fight to fuck for me. All the energy build up and adrenaline rush that went into the struggle was redirected as an orgasmic surge flowed through my body. Instinctively he knew that the game had changed and I felt him loosen his grip on me. I still felt wildly aggressive. As I rolled him over on his back and mounted him, I bent down and started biting his chest. He responded like he was possessed. He grabbed my ass, immobilizing me, and pounded his cock into my cunt. Harder and harder he forced himself into me, bruising and battering me. I arched my back and positioned myself so that the head of his cock rammed into my g-spot. The orgasm started building in me with the first thrust. A scream was ripped from deep inside me as the sexual build up plateaued. My cunt pulsed and throbbed, gripping his cock as the orgasm subsided, my body shuddered, satisfied and satiated.

“Where do you want it?” he asked me.

“Mouth.” I responded, “mmmm, num.”

He pulled his cock out of me and started stroking it, aiming it at my face and open mouth. It started squirting, hitting me on the cheek before I grabbed it with my hand and guided it into my waiting mouth. I stroked him with my hand, sucked his head into my mouth and started swallowing the load of cum that was shooting into me. My lips humming to stimulate his dick even more.

“I love how you taste,” I said to him while i kissed his shrinking cock.

“I love how you fuck,” he replied, getting out of bed to go get showered and ready for work.

I laid in bed, stretching and content, waiting for him to get done with work.

Today was my interview, not Thursday. I think it went pretty well. A lot of the duties I would be performing are procedures I did as an undergraduate. What I would be doing is tasks designed to understand the biochemical and molecular events that lead to the deposit of long chain fatty acids. (If I were a bitch, I could respond here with, “Eat less, Fatty!” Wow, I guess I’m a bitch). I don’t know if working in an obesity clinic is going to be the best fit for me. My own personal opinion about why people are overweight is that they eat too fucking much and they don’t exercise. What we are searching for is the modern molecular equivalent to the Roman showers of days past, where people can overindulge and not pay the price for it. Although, Roman showers did have a price. When they vomited, the stomach acid caused the degradation of their teeth and ulcers in their mouth. That must have been attractive.

I’m going to quit being mean and crawl in bed with Michael.

I love laying naked in bed in the morning after I wake up. No rush to do anything. I’m going to miss it when I go back to work. Not that I’ve found anything yet but I do have an interview at the U of M on Thursday. It’s for a position as a junior scientist in the obesity center. Wish me luck. Although if I had my way, I would rather be lounging in bed until noon and teasing my boyfriend while he sleeps.

And what can I tell you about my boyfriend? His name is Michael, he’s 27, a mechanical engineer that makes products for the health care industry. He’s incredibly handsome with gorgeous brown hair and penetrating eyes. He works with my baby brother, my family loves him and I have a hard time keeping my hands off of him. I don’t know how kinky he is so I haven’t volunteered any information about some of my favorite past times.

I am so physically attracted to him. My clitoris starts to throb when he walks into the room, my body tingles and I want to grind up against him. And when we’re alone, like we have been this weekend, having sex is all we do. He is physically fit and has incredible energy. He’s a great kisser, he’s just all around good with his mouth. He uses his finger to find my g-spot and stimulates it until I scream. He leaves me feeling weak and shaky. God, I love it. The weirdest thing about him is that he’s uncircumcised. I can’t tell the difference when he’s hard because the skin pulls back away from the head but when he’s soft, it is the funniest looking thing I’ve ever seen. I tried blowing it up a little like a balloon but I used a little too much force, he screamed and scrambled away from me. I felt so bad, I almost cried.

As for kink, he does like to tickle me and he loves to wrestle. It would be great if he wanted to tie me up and spank me. I dream about it.