Hi there everyone, how are you this morning? I have come here today with a heavy heart. Many of the computer servers over the world have blocked me because of my Erotica stories. It’s sad really because it was a new experience for me, and something that I hoped many would enjoy.
Unfortunately, it appears as if that has not happened. I have always prided myself in giving the people something that they would hopefully like reading ,but, it appears that many are turned off by the graphic structure of my pieces.
I am writing ONE last Erotica story. This piece is from personal experience, and hopefully NOT my last story, but this one, is meant from the heart and soul of me. This is actually a piece of my life, it happened just the way you will read it. Please don’t think harshly of me, as I enjoy ALL forms of sex, well, except for erotic asphyxia.
I believe that sex is a form of art made between two people, and I have absolutely NO shyness, or misgivings about giving myself, and others pleasure. Below is an actual event from ONE of the forms of sex I enjoy.
Rain, why does it always rain when I want to drive somewhere? I haven’t had good sex now in a month of Sundays, and when I DO get an offer, doesn’t the weather just say,”Fuck You Sooz, if you WANT it, then you’re going to have to pay for it.” I must admit, sex has always been number one in my circle of life, and when I DON’T get it, run for your life.
Tonight was one of those nights. My crotch was dripping like rain from the roof, I NEEDED it, and I needed it now. Cranking the engine in my Jag, and the roar from the motor assured me that Nirvana was only a short drive away.
It seemed like an eternity, but finally pulling up into that long winding driveway, put my mind at ease, I was going to get laid. I had been here before when I was just a novice in S&M, tonight however, I was a professional and couldn’t wait to get my ass slapped and then kissed, and then slapped some more. Even thinking about it made me want to cum right there, but the wait would be worth it.
The mansion door opened and Madame Olga greeted me with a long seductive kiss, while feeling my moistened pussy beneath my dress. She took my hand and led me to our room of pleasure.
Just thinking about the pain and pleasure was enough to make me tremble. I was hot, wet, and I was ready. Madame Olga demanded I disrobe and bend over a long table, covered in white silk with black lace. Immediately I complied and the fun began. Whack went the riding crop across my ass again and again. Even though the pain was biting, kissing my wounds with her luscious lips made my body quiver. God this was good.
She then led me to a set of poles looking like field goal posts, and bound both my hands and feet. Olga decided to blindfold me as again she laid her crop across my back. Whack, Kiss, Whack, Kiss, don’t stop I thought as the pain and pleasure were bringing me closer and closer to ultimate pleasure. The crop was replaced by a feather as she ran the feathers around my neck, and then all the way down to my already soaked twat.
Olga dropped to her knees and spread my wanton pussy with her fingers while sliding her tongue inside my molten volcano. Up and down and all around my Clit she navigated as finally I could hold on no more. I screamed out into the night like a wailing Banshee as my need had been satisfied.
After dressing, Olga came to me, kissed me passionately and whispered in my ear, “Next time, YOU Play the seductress.” I smiled and assured her I would.