Adventures in Marriage ~ One ~ Shes Ass-king for it!

Adventures in Marriage ~ ONE ~ She’s Ass-king for it!

Written by Vanessa Raqs

Excerpt from Dina’s Fuck Journal:

I’d decided to introduce Mark to my high-school cheer uniform and, I must admit, even though I workout regularly and watch what I eat, I was nonetheless amazed that I could still squeeze into it after all these years! Sure, the hem barely concealed my ass, but at 29 years old, I still look smokin’ in it!

Slipping into the short, pleated white, blue and gray outfit, I paired it with white knee-high socks, clean white sneakers, and bound my strawberry blond hair into the obligatory pigtails. Beneath the skirt, I hid a surprise for my husband–a pair of sweet white lace boyshort panties which came high enough in back to expose the round bottoms of my tanned, toned ass cheeks.

Quietly, I sneaked downstairs to find Mark lounging on the couch in jeans and an open plaid shirt. My carpenter works hard and it definitely showed on his toned chest and deliciously flat abs. I couldn’t wait to play!

Addressing him as though he were a neighbor, and in my sweetest teen girl voice, I caught his attention by saying “Hey…Mr. Jones?”. Glancing up at me, his brief look of confusion changed quickly to one of shock and delight!

I shyly approached, coming to stand before him, between his spread knees. Not taking his eyes off my legs, where his gaze was fixed on a location just below the hem of my skirt, he clicked the TV remote to “off”. I saw his mood shift from relaxed to predatory. Perfect.

I pouted, telling him “I got kicked off the squad today… Captain told me my ass got too big over summer break. She said I couldn’t be in A squad anymore. She told me that my ass was good for nothin’ if it’s this big… You don’t think my ass is good for nothin’, do you, Mr. Jones?”. I turned to give him a view of just how scantily covered my rounded ass was in the tiny skirt. It was true after all, even if I had stayed in excellent shape all these years, that my ass was bigger than it had been in high school… His fingers went immediately up the back of my skirt and brushed the lace beneath. My pussy throbbed at the contact.

Mark told me darkly “I can think of a few things that your ass is good for, baby…”.

“Really? Like what?” I asked over my shoulder, while I began to make my way back to the stairs. Mark rose from the couch, following, stalking me with a predatory gaze. I was careful to stay ahead of him, just out of reach as I made my way to the second floor…like a proper little prick-tease. A prick-tease who would soon get exactly what was coming to her.

When he caught up with me in the bedroom, he didn’t hesitate. He pressed himself against my back, wrapping his arms around me and sliding his hands down my body, fingers seeking the edge of that skirt. His cock was rock hard against my back, so I gasped playfully, asking “Mr. Jones! What are you doing! You shouldn’t touch me that way… Daddy will be so angry if he finds out”.

Mark’s lips curled into what I suspect was a wicked smile, against the top of my head “Are you going to tell him, little Dina?”

“Well…..no.” I admitted, trying to sound convincingly uneasy. I struggled to keep the smile out of my voice.

He pulled me towards the dresser, opened the top drawer…and extracted a familiar bundle of nylon rope. I effected a nervous frown, asking him ” Wh-what’s that for?”

“To make sure you stay put while I show you what that juicy round ass is really good for.”

“But…what if I don’t want that?”

“It makes no difference. I mean, you can try to get away, of course–” he said “but I’ll catch you…and it will just make me want to fuck you harder”.

So, naturally…I tried. Ducking beneath his arm, I barely took one step before he locked an arm around me and easily wrestled me down onto the bed, face to the matress. He held me down with his knee while he guided my arms up over my head. He began wrapping the rope around my wrists. My breaths came faster. I was too turned on by this point to try making a break for it again. Those little white lace panties of mine, were soaked!

Once my hands were bound, Mark, remaining in character, asked me how old I was. Feeling scandalous, I told him “I’m 15”. He asked me if anyone had ever licked my pussy before. I told him “My boyfriend did once but we almost got caught and he had to stop…”

“Well, no one is going to find us here and I am certainly not going to stop” Mark replied. Then said “You’re going to get that pussy licked properly this time”. He reached beneath my pleated skirt and began to drag down the lacy white boyshorts, making a growl of approval as he did so. He slid them down my legs and off, tossing them to the floor. He pulled my legs open, none-too-gently, and settled between them. He pushed the skirt up over my ass, sliding his fingers between my ass cheeks as he did so. Pressing his face into my ass next, he began tonguing my tight little asshole…he paused just long enough to say “Oh, little Dina…I’ll bet no boy ever did this to you before. You must feel so dirty…and you should”. I squirmed, moaning. It felt fucking amazing! Then, before long, he moved down to make good on his earlier promise.

Working a finger into my tight little asshole, he sucked and nibbled my clit, making me whimper and cry out. His finger slowly moved more deeply into my ass while he ate me aggressively. On the verge of cumming, I ground my pussy back against his face. Abruptly, he stopped, earning my whine of protest. An evil chuckle was his only reply.

He rolled me over onto my side then. Readjusting the rope, he brought my wrists down in front of my chest, crisscrossing the dangling lengths of rope. He drew them up around my neck then down my back, crossing them again before binding my ankles. He left a generous amount of slack.

Part of the reasoning for that slack became clear when he pulled my wrists down so that my hands reached to between my thighs. He then handed me my hot pink, rabbit-style vibrator. Leaning close, he said softly against my ear “You’re going to fuck yourself with that, little girl”.

With a quiver in my voice, I asked “What are you going to do to me?”.

He undressed, making me wait for the answer. All the while he kept his eyes on me; the weight of their intensity making me ache. Finally, he wrapped a hand around his incredibly hard, nearly-eight-inch cock, and said “Baby, I’m going to fuck you with this. But, I’m going to put it deep inside that sweet round ass of yours. You’re going to go home tonight with my cum dripping out of your ass, down your pretty thighs, and you’ll still be feeling what I did to you, tomorrow morning when you walk to school”.

Damn, role-playing with Mark is hot!

I protested, telling him “It’s too big to put there and it’s wrong! Please, Mr. Jones! It won’t fit, it’ll hurt and I’m scared”.

“It doesn’t matter” a wicked grin curved his delicious lips. “You’re getting it up your tight ass, whether you want it or not…and I will make it fit”.

He pushed the vibrator between my legs and slid it straight into my very wet pussy. He expertly turned it on, setting it to my favorite setting. Then he wrapped my own fingers around the base. I had to concentrate hard on not cumming immediately.

He slid a blindfold over my eyes next–I hadn’t even seen him take that out–and I soon heard the wet sound of him applying lubricant to the length of his cock. I listened hard, the lack of seeing made me hyper aware and my anticipation built to a new intensity.

Then, I felt the head of his dick pressing firmly against my asshole. I couldn’t help it–I shivered, excited. He hesitated only seconds, waiting for the initial resistance of my body to recede…then he was pressing his hard length inside of me.

He began to move deeper inside, then out, then back in…I moaned like the wanton little whore that Mark always turned me into. The vibrator in my pussy…Mark, making me take it up the ass… It felt incredible!

I told him “Too big…it’s too big…”.

He leaned forward to whisper his smug reply–“I’m not even all the way inside of you yet”. I whimpered. He loved it, fucking me faster, going deeper with each thrust until he was indeed all the way inside me. So…deep…inside of me.

While Mark’s shaft moved in long strokes, inside my ass, and my vibrator relentlessly massaged my clit, I was soon taken over with a seemingly endless, intensely-consuming, orgasm. I screamed through it, knowing the neighbors would hear, but didn’t care. It was insane, rendering me utterly helpless! Mark let loose something like a war cry, cumming hard soon thereafter. I could tell that it was one of the best orgasms he’d ever had. As mine was for me.

We lay there for a time, catching our breath. Eventually, Mark pulled out of me, smoothed a lock of my hair and began removing the blindfold, rope and vibrator. He was no longer the lecherous, hot older neighbor. He was again my husband. He lovingly kissed my forehead and murmured against my skin “I’m going to go clean up, then pour you a nice hot bubble bath, love. Rest here until I come get you”. With a boyish smile he rose from the bed and left. I practically purred my delight, watching that man’s gorgeous ass while he walked away. I own that ass, I thought happily. And damn, if he don’t own mine right back!

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Art & Beauty in the Sex Trade

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Art & Beauty in the Sex Trade

Written by Vanessa Raqs

Art & Beauty in the Sex Trade

I remember watching the TV series, Firefly, when it first aired. I was fairly enamored of Inara, the “Companion” (high class prostitute/coutesan). She rented a shuttle from the space captain, Mal. When she applied to be his tenant (shown in a later episode), she assured him that he most certainly would rent it to her and at a fraction of his asking price. When he asked her why she believed so, she replied confidently that it is because she brought “a certain respectability…”.

Phèdre nó Delaunay de Montrève, courtesan of the Night Court, is a fictional character in an epic and addictive Fantasy/BDSM genre book series called Kushiel’s Dart, written by author, Jacqueline Carey. I’ve read all six novels in this series, at least three times over now. Throughout the series, Phèdre both embodies and helps to reform, the already-highly-sophisticated sex trade within her culture. The Night Court is the central focus within her D`Angeline society. Sex isn’t just socially acceptable, it is also celebrated, glorified, appreciated and beautified! The courtesans of the Night Court are highly trained, specialized professionals who represent the classiest of pastimes within the city. Trained to have impeccable manners, numerous skills, and an artful representation of themselves and their trade. You cannot read these books without coming away from it wishing that there were a place of its quality, artistry and beauty, somewhere on this planet.

Even within our real-life human history, there is room for such approach within the sex trade. For example, consider the Geisha. These Japanese courtesans were highly educated and trained to be living art in their communities. Again, they were so much more than solicitors of sexual expertise.

These three examples are meant to bring a hint of the attributes which such things as tradition, art, sophistication, education and respect, can bring to something as basic (or as complicated) as sex.

My entrance into the sex trade was a rather innocent one. I wanted to dance for an audience. I also wanted to make some money doing something I loved. I started out camming on one of the more popular sites for this service. I bellydanced! I absolutely revel in bellydancing. I would turn on my WebCam, put on my favorite blues music, come on camera wearing a skimpy but beautiful belly dance costume. And dance my heart out until my body didn’t want to move anymore! I made so very little in tips, as the men mostly wanted to pay to see my boobs (as if there weren’t already enough models providing that particular service! For free, no less!), but I still received a great deal of appreciation for what I did. The very first day that I attempted this pastime, I found a message in my inbox. A man had written me to tell me how I had made his day especially wonderful. He had watched me dance, enjoyed the blues, and sipped a glass of wine. For me, that message was the best thing I received from my experience of dancing on WebCam. It made me feel as though I had brought something beautiful and unique to others. And yes, something sexy as well!

High quality, classy entertainment, and the sex trade are a natural love-match.

I realize that the opinion I am about to present might very well open me up to some criticism. But I personally feel that the most common presentation of the sex trade, in our modern society, is a lazy one! We are lazy in our presentations of it as well as in our expectations of it. Granted, a good deal of this is due to the fact that much of the sex trade is either illegal, discouraged or frowned upon. I won’t deny that this trade is stifled. While in novels, film or rare moments in history, it has been depicted as a profession of refinement, this is seldom the case nowadays. Its existence anywhere though, tells me that we are, nonetheless, craving this higher expression of our sexuality.

I recognize that the general public view of sex and the sex trade, has in fact evolved by leaps and bounds over these past few decades. People are not only becoming more comfortable with it, but we have reached a point where it is not even uncommon for individuals to identify as something more/other than simply male or female. I personally even know a particular 13-year-old who has come to passionately refer to her/himself as “gender fluid” and “pansexual”. I have received quite an education on these labels, in fact, by this individual… Our younger generations are already feeling the need to move into new new territory, sexually, than that of the limited range of their predecessors. What’s next?

Now, imagine a world where the sex trade reaches a point of accessibility and acceptability, by which it becomes possible to even consider it a trade worthy of legitimate education. Imagine the possibilities if we could open ourselves to sex in all its artistic potential. If our society could embrace it for its beauty, it’s therapeutic qualities, and simply it’s natural and rightful place within our humanity. There is so much more to be explored in the sex trade then what we have thus far. Don’t get me wrong… As a phone sex operator I am most certainly aware of just how thoroughly certain aspects of the sex trade have been explored…but we are still neglecting so much of it. so much of it which could be seen as breathtakingly beautiful, were we to give it the chance.

Human sexuality is as diverse as the world around us. While, I agree, there are some stones that can be gladly left unturned, there are so many other wonders which we don’t begin to explore because much of modern day society shakes its finger at us and says “No, no, no… put your clothes back on!”.

I realize there is a great deal more that can be said here on all angles of this subject. More than I can express in one blog. But these are thoughts I’ve had many times over. I welcome the thoughts of others on this subject. Whether you agree with me or disagree, or have a perspective somewhere in between, or perhaps even a thought on a subject that is off to the side as it were, I would love to hear it!

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Kami’s First Blowjob – Submissive Training

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Kami’s First Blowjob – Submissive Training

Written by Vanessa Raqs

~Kami~

College life was going smoothly enough these first two weeks, if a bit overwhelming. Kami had kept a low profile and, so far, it had worked out well. After years of attending private school, for girls only, coed college was proving to be a head-spinner…

Kami was a pretty enough girl–freshfaced with clear gray eyes, a sweet shy smile, long ash brown hair that fell in soft curls around her shoulders, and her 5’6″ frame boasted a rather curvy little figure. Her shapely legs were well-toned from years of tennis, badminton and volleyball. The last two weeks of her summer break were spent at her father’s cabin, where Kami spent more time swimming in the lake then anything else! Her legs and ass could certainly testify to y that, given how firm they looked in the short denim shorts she currently wore.

After the many hours spent in crowded lecture halls so far today, Kami found herself craving a place to hide. She still wasn’t accustomed to being around so many people–and the boys! She had never been around so many boys in her life! Sure, she had experienced a handful of make out sessions while away at summer camps, but they were always so closely monitored. Making out rarely went much further than a little over-the-shirt action before someone lost their nerve, expecting to be caught at any second. Kami had been aware, however, that the possibility of being discovered while in a compromising situation, had thrilled her…not frightened her.

Kami was most definitely still a virgin… So many restless nights, laying in her bed, exploring her own body, had left her so very curious about what it might be like to be explored by another.

All the same, this afternoon she found herself wantingTo put distance between herself and others.

After finding a dark hiding place beneath the bleachers in one of the large campus gymnasiums, Kami settled in with her tablet and began studying. Before long, however, she became aware that there were eyes on her.

~Billy~

Billy had trailed the new girl down the halls. He assumed her to be 18 or 19 years old. He was 22 and nearing the end of his college career. Well-built with dark, almost black hair, bright blue eyes and a handsome face, Billy was quite attractive to the college chicks, and he knew it. He didn’t date often. He didn’t care to get attached. His home was several states away from his college and any relationships he developed would most likely have to be left behind when he moved back home. Still, a guy needs to play, right? And this cute little brunette whom he was tracking, looked like someone he’d love to play with. She looked so…innocent. Damn, how he wanted to see that innocence undone! Undone, by his own hands…

When he saw her slip into that empty gymnasium, he followed quietly. He watched her find a place under the bleachers where she settled in to read. He continued watching her for a while, imagining the things he craved doing to her, allowing his dick to harden while he examined each curve of her tight little body. When she finally looked up, meeting his eyes, he gave her a confident smirk and approached, ducking beneath the bleachers. Her eyes widened a little, like a doe caught in headlights, he thought. Did she feel like pray? He smiled a little more at the idea. She definitely looked nervous…yet fairly well-composed. She made an effort to cover her startled reaction. Good. He liked that she didn’t allow herself to get too shaken.

“Hey there, sweetheart” he said, “You looked so content under here and I couldn’t help wanting to join you. I hope you don’t mind?”. She pressed her lips together, looking uncertain but didn’t object. he leaned over her, pressing his hands against the wall and stared down at her pretty face, which tilted up to meet his looming gaze…and didn’t that just give him all kinds of ideas!

He smirked again and placed one hand confidently on the side of her face, pressing his fingers into that soft brown hair. Again, she looked a little startled. He really enjoyed that. Just like last time though, she reined in her reaction and affected a calm expression. He liked that too.

~Kami~

She felt her heart racing like that of a terrified rabbit. She was determined though, not to let this boy see how strongly he had affected her.

When he had placed his hand on the side of her cheek and slid his fingers into her hair, shock and heat had zinged through her. She stayed very still, her eyes fixed on his, as his hand continued to move through her hair to the back of her head. He gathered that hair into his fist and gripped it at the nape of her neck. She didn’t miss the heat that gathered in his own gaze. Her body responded to it. A slight shift in her position made her aware that her panties had become very wet!

“So pretty…” He said quietly, presumably to himself. Then, in a stronger voice he said “I want to see those pretty pink lips around my cock”.

Kami again felt her eyes open wide, her cheeks growing hot at this boy’s brazenness. Her heart still pounded hard and her whole body thrummed. Her breathing came fast, and, for all that she was shocked and frightened, she realized she had no desire to leave. Even though she really should.

As if reading her thoughts, he gave her that cocky smile again and gave her hair a little tug to remind her that she was not the one in control right now. She blinked rapidly, swallowed hard, and made a decision…she gave in to the moment.

Kami recognized a sharpening in his expression that suggested he’d read her silent compliance–her submission to this–in her pale gray eyes.

He raised one finger to his own cheek, to get her attention, then moved his hand down. Her eyes tracked its movement. When it rested on his belt buckle, she drew in a soft shuddering breath, anticipating. Curiosity and lust tempered her fear.

His fingers moved. The belt buckle fell open with a soft “click”. He undid the button on his jeans and began to reach for the fly, but then he stopped. He said to her “Unzip me. I want to watch you take my cock out”.

She swallowed hard again and lifted her hands, noticing how they trembled. He noticed them too and she didn’t miss the wicked way he smiled at that.

She gripped and pulled down the zipper fly. She pulled open the two sides of his jeans to expose the navy blue plaid boxers beneath. Tentatively, she reached to pull down the jeans and boxers just enough to see… And there he was… A very hard, thick shaft that was a little over 7 inches, by her estimation, with a wide mushroom head. While she gazed at it, taking in the view of the first cock she had ever seen in person, a tiny pearl of pre-cum beaded at the tip of its head.

This boy before her–had he even told her his name?–tightened his grip on her hair and pulled her head back enough to meet his gaze. He told her “I want you to lick that off”. He relaxed his grip a bit, to let her return her attention to that very task.

Unsure, she parted her lips to reach out with her tongue. Abruptly, he pushed her face forward, gripping his own cock and placing the tip of it within her reach. She did as she was told and tasted the warm saltiness of him. When her tongue made contact with his sensitive, smooth flesh, he bit out a curse, then commanded her “Lick it all off! Then circle your tongue around it”. She hesitated only a moment, wondering briefly if it were possible that he knew she’d never done this before. Then she lapped at him in earnest, taking in every drop of what he offered her, before exploring the rest of that now-glistening mushroom head with her tongue.

She reached up with one hand and touched his own, which was wrapped around the base of his shaft. Promptly, he removed his hand to grasp hers and placed it where his had been only a moment before. She wrapped slender fingers around it, amazed that he could feel so hard and yet so soft at the same time. She moved her fingers along the smooth, taut skin, enjoying the feel of him. When he pushed her head forward again, she took the head of him into her warm, wet mouth.

“That’s it, baby…” he praised. “Now suck on it”. Kami did, beginning to draw him in and out as she did so. His moans began to echo in the empty gymnasium. His hand which gripped her hair, began to push and pull her, not so gently encouraging her to take more of him into her mouth. she felt a little awkward but was determined to do this right. She had enjoyed his praise more than she’d expected to.

One of Kami’s older cousin’s had once regaled her with stories about how to give head. She had been more than a little fascinated by her cousin’s exploits, and eager to experience such things for herself. Now Kami pulled everything she could from her memory banks, recalling what her cousin claimed men liked and, even more important, what she had warned against doing.

Suddenly, and without warning, he held her head still and shoved his cock to the back of her throat. He held it there until he heard her gag. “Good girl…” he growled, as tears formed in her eyes then rolled down her flushed cheeks.. “Fuck, that feels amazing! Don’t fucking stop. You’re going to make me cum”. He was fucking her face now, not really allowing her to move her own head, but Kami did her best to keep a tight seal on his cock, trying not to let up on the suction except to swirl her tongue around the head whenever he pulled back enough. Was she really doing this?

“Stroke my balls, sweet thing…oh, yeah… Stick your other hand in your shorts, right down into your panties. You know how to make that little pussy cum. I know you do. I want to feel you moaning around my dick”.

Needing the release badly, Kami eagerly obliged him, unbuttoning her shorts before slipping her hand down into her wet cotton panties. She made frantic circles over her swollen clit and felt the pressure of her arousal building. With her mouth full of this boy’s cock, she moaned around it and felt certain he could feel the vibrations of her voice against that thick, throbbing shaft.

The intensity peaked and her orgasm smashed into her! She screamed around his erection and his response was immediate. His grip tightened further on her hair and he thrust into her mouth with abandon, beginning to cum into her. She felt the hot spurts hit her tongue, tasting the salty bitterness of it in her mouth. A final wave of her own orgasm crested and left her mindless for an incredible moment.

Still holding her head in place, panting from his own release, he commanded her “swallow all of it”. Without a thought, she complied. “Good girl…” he said again, finally releasing his grip on her hair and allowing her to release him in return. He stroked her brunette curls as he looked down at her with an odd expression on his face…one Kami couldn’t quite interpret. As though the words were pulled from him, he asked her “What is your dorm number?”. She told him, watching while he put himself back to rights. He gave a brief nod, seeming curiously resigned. Looking past her then, he said “you will be seeing me again”.

A wicked glint came into his eyes then, glancing down at her still-open shorts… With Kami’s confused gaze following his movements, he reached down into one side of the loosened garment, breaking the delicate strap of her bikini-style panties on that side, and then he did the same to the other. With one sharp motion he yanked her destroyed panties out from her shorts. Her sudden gasp only made his eyes dance with enjoyment. He balled her cum-drenched panties in his fist, showing them to her and gave her one more of those maddening smirks, before turning and walking away.

~Billy~

As Billy reached the gymnasium doors, he turned to take one last look at the pretty, disheveled creature whom, he knew, would quickly become his addiction. She still knelt where he’d left her, watching him with speculative eyes. There were so many things he wished to do to her, to introduce her to. And he would. He would take her innocence apart piece by delicious piece. And he’d make damn sure she loved every second of it, in spite of herself.

One last thing occurred to him before he stepped through those doors. He called out “By the way, I’m Billy!”. She looked startled for just a second, but replied simply “I’m Kami…”.

He thoroughly enjoyed seeing that moment in her eyes when she fully realized what she had just done with a complete stranger.

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I am very excited to be posting this first blog entry on my brand-spankin'(?)-new website! This is really a test-run but I hope to give you some valuable FYI’s here, nonetheless.

What can you expect from my blog… ?

I most especially look forward to posting original short story erotica here. I love to write and fantasize, and I have a vivid imagination. Like it dirty? Like it rough? Well, so do I ?.

I will express opinions and personal insights on the sex industry as it is today. I look forward to hearing your comments and your own opinions on these things. After all, the sex industry is changing and expanding rapidly!

I will also share personal experiences (oh, yes… you know the kind!) and updates here, schedule changes, and any special occasions of note.

Thank you for taking the time to read this first experimental blog entry. I hope you will also take the time to follow me on Twitter–@cumversewithme. Please keep an eye on my blog (and be patient with me, please… I am new to blogging!), and maybe even give me a call sometime at cumversewithme.com ? XO. I would certainly love to hear from you and to have the opportunity to spend some very fun time with you!

Intimately yours,

Vanessa Raqs