WMS
WMS=Wild Monkey Sex.
I had some.
I suppose I should say WE had some. Having WMS by yourself is less fun.
I may have even hooted a time or two.
At first I was “having a moment”. Like.. sometimes my not-fair meter pings and I dig in my heels and demand fair treatment. You’d think I’d be SO over fair treatment but, honest to shit, this never goes away.
So, he’s coming at me naked and pointing in the right direction, and I’m hurrying to strip as fast as I can. I’m not naked before he gets to me because I’m not Superman and have never perfected the telephone booth spin-into-lingerie move.
He starts groping me and humping on my leg anyway while I’m tripping over my pants around my ankles and trying to yank my shirt over my head with his hands fisted over my tits. The leg humping keeps knocking me off balance and I’m starting to get irritated-like.
In my head I’m thinking, wtf-chuck. STOP IT and let me undress, ffs. I want to be sexy and instead it’s looking like a 3 Stooges skit up in here. Just.. back off a freakin’ minute!
But outside I’m simply smiling and cooing and trying to kick off my pants without also kicking him in the balls.
Major mood-killer that accidental ball-kicking is. Just sayin’.
I finally manage to get my clothes off, and he spins me around and tells me to suck his dick and get him “hard and wet”.
And that’s where my no-fairitis kicked in.
Because. Well.. because I was not wet. I was not anything. I was.. annoyed.. sort of. I mean, that seems to be his MO, like.. all the time. Me getting him ready and no one is getting ME ready.
As if I should just be SO excited to see his dick that I’m instantly wet and raring to go.
And.. I guess in the porn stories that works. At 40 years old (almost anyway), … not so much?
Maybe that even worked for me a few years ago. All I know is it’s not working so well anymore.
So… no matter that I was biting my tongue in half to keep my fucking mouth shut, I still HAD to say it. I just HAD to make my voice heard, had to voice it, had to petulantly pout on my way down to suck his dick, with a “who was going to make ME wet?” call-me-a-waahmbulance comment.
I swear I don’t always say these things with the intention of him hearing me.
I mean.. it’s not that I can’t discuss these things with him or whatever. He’s not closed to hearing that I may need something more than a cock in my mouth to become excited.
But the timing… I really suck at timing.
Anyway.
He heard me, he leaned over and swatted my ass, declared me wet and shoved his dick down my throat.
I was amused.
I really was. I’m totally not writing this in a whiney, he’s so selfish-waah! kind of way. He is selfish, and he should be selfish, and I LIKE that he’s selfish.
Of COURSE by the time he stopped fucking my face and flipped me over and proceeded with the WMS, I WAS wet and hot and so fucking ready that I practically spooged before he even started pumping.
I don’t even know what I’d do with foreplay.
I’d probably be bored, really. I’m so used to his version of foreplay being the process of slamming his dick into my dry cunt that if he got all touchy/feely/licking/whatever-foreplay-usually-is, I’d start snoring or something.
Anyway.
I swear I was going to come here and write this in my erotica-way. I had it all planned out and everything.
“And then he sat back on his knees, his cock buried to the hilt inside of me, his hands twisting at my breasts. “Come, you filthy fucking whore. Come around your Master’s cock. Show me what you got, cunt.” and I did. And it were beautiful.”
No? No.
I mean, yes! It was and I did. But nah. Can’t seem to channel that part of me today.
I do think sometimes he’s trying to rip my breasts away from my chest wall when he’s fucking me though. It’s a pretty strange thing. I mean, the pain is exquisite. It’s huge and consuming and I whimper and whine and grab his wrists and cry out.
And then he grinds his cock into my cunt and it feels so fucking good and I can’t concentrate on any one single sensation. I’m all “oh my god. Ouch. Fuck. Jesus, that’s good. Oh goddammit, that hurtshhhit! yes, right there, right th-Ow! Stop it!”
And then I come all over the bed. :-)
And then I whine cuz it hurt(s).
Then later, I examine myself for busted ribs and amputated tits.
I’ve never had either, btw. It just FEELS like there should be.
Well okay then. Master is home and has totally distracted me from this rather train-wreckish attempt at erotica.
Meh. Maybe I can talk him into a repeat WMS. :D
~cunt
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Thursday December 31st, 2009 10:34am
All I gotta say is that I’m so jealous of your abilities to orgasm! *grins* (I teh sux at it.)
I think I’m jealous all around, my husband is to involved in his new video games to do anything else.
From Master of kaya,
WELLLLLLL..kaya has the same issue at times. What I would suggest….is to blow him while he’s playing..or get on all fours and have him do ya/fuck ya/WMS while he plays..that way he can kill to birds with one stone so to speak.
Question for Scott:
So, if you’re really into the game, you know, this close | | to beating your all time high score; you know, the score that that annoying little video geek keeps trying to break and you KNOW he’ll never even touch this score, and kaya craws under the desk and starts messin’ with your dick… do you say fuck it I’ll beat that score later, or, try and enjoy the BJ and try to beat that score (knowing you won’t, cause, Damn, the girl is good) or shoo her away till later and continue the game? Would it annoy you that she picked *now* to jump on it?
Inquiring minds want to know!
I’m not a fan of the “erotica-writing.”
I like the real stuff better. It seems, you know, REAL. It’s telling what happened, not inventing a story-like way of telling it. I heart you and your telling of WMS.
Your sex is basically the only kind I can ENJOY.
Oh, hey, that came out wrong… *handface*
Anyway… I’m 26 and I don’t get all mega-wet and writhing just from viewing his peen. I mean, it’s awesome and all, but the first thing that pops into my head is usually, “It’s gonna HURRRRRRRT MEEEEEEEE. *whinewhinegagwhine*”
(Best slave ever? Yes, best slave ever!)
I distinctly remember the first time he asked me if I was wet/turned-on/something-like-that while he was assaulting my mouth with his dick. I got ALL wide-eyed and just stared at him, thinking “Oh crap. Oh crap oh crap oh crap. I’m supposed to be positively DRIPPING with anticipation, aren’t I? And I’m not! OH NOES!” Then he laughed at me and told me to tell the truth. I confessed that, no, I was not turned on in any way, shape, or form.
I was, in fact, simply *concentrating* on things. LOTS of things. Not puking, for one. Not looking at the clock AGAIN because it had been 20 minutes last I checked and that was Far Too Long. And concentrating on not whining like a child when he slowed down and stopped AGAIN – on fucking purpose – specifically so that he DIDN’T come and could drag it out even further. AND concentrating on NOT smacking his hand and shouting at him to go to hell and die when he reached down to yank evilly at my nipples AGAIN… and… and…
It’s hard work down there, yo!
Or maybe I’m just a wuss. Okay, so it’s probably that.
(But, wouldn’t you know it, I sulk when we’re separated and I don’t get to do it at ALL. And I think about, fantasize about, and look forward to the extensive dick-sucking-face-fucking sessions. Right up until they actually HAPPEN, of course.)
~Chloe, who never rambles, ever.
[rq=1689652,0,blog][/rq]Obligatory Holiday Post
I don’t know. We went through a time of me not being sexual at all. My stress levels were sky high. Things are better now and I’m dripping wet at the sight of his eyes let alone his dick. And then he does all this wickedly amazing stuff and the wms rocks my socks. And I think you’re post was quite spiffy regardless if it was erotica or not. I just set out about writing it however it comes out. And I’m rambling. So I shall go and I really need to be working.
Happy new year and thank you for (yet again) making me hoot with laughter. Forget the “erotica” style of writing…you have a real talent for comedy writing. There aren’t many places where you can read a truly laugh-out-loud account of bdsm sex. Here’s to many more posts like this. Cheers!
[rq=1695227,0,blog][/rq]Stepping out
Master’s been playing these ‘adult games’ online. They’re super cheesy games where you attempt to undress, seduce, and fuck badly-drawn anime girls and such. Silly little flash games, yanno?
Well, I was with him at the computer and he started playing one with this ‘shy Japanese school girl.’ They were supposed to be studying, but she didn’t REALLY want to study…
…it took us FOREVER to get her undressed. You could ‘read her mind’ and at one point she was thinking something along the lines of “I want to feel it,” or something, but I (playing by this point) couldn’t get the mouse arrow to the Just Right place where it became an interactive hand.
This evolved into me shouting at the computer, “Pull your skirt up, whore!” and “I bet you’d move a little faster if I slapped you in the fucking face!” and “This is taking too long, here you go, Master.”
He laughed as I learned that “women are hard to work.” I said I wasn’t. He agreed and said neither of us would know what to do with much foreplay…so I had to direct him here to read. :)
[rq=1696820,0,blog][/rq]Public Post
Honestly, that bitch is so hard to please. If it took me that long to get off I’d never have another orgasm again.
[rq=1698961,0,blog][/rq]It’s a New Year, Et Cetera and Suchlike
whs for the win :) God, this post made me wet. I haven’t had whs in a while.
[rq=1702060,0,blog][/rq]Welcome to my Journal!
I dunno about everyone else but I freekin love your kaya style erotica. It would be so much more fun if everyone wrote like this instead of the Mills and Boons shit. Hehe WMS bring it on!
Impy who write soppy erotica shit
[rq=1710545,0,blog][/rq]She is …
Practice makes perfect for getting that erotic writing just so- and that means lots of WMS to ensure it stays right on the tip of your mind in case you have time and mentality to write the way you wanna ;)
[rq=1737999,0,blog][/rq]Bad Slave, No Valium
This. This was all kinds of awesome. At least you can normally not mention the lack of “foreplay”. i’m not that smart. Yet.
Yes, foreplay in this house is face-fucking and ass smacking too. i love it, don’t you?
The hottest WMS is the kind where you are clawing at the bed to get away, but your ass is rising to meet him at the same goddamned time.
I love WMS! Also, forplay isn’t for me either. Get straight to the using please!
[rq=1749936,0,blog][/rq]Elemental.