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The Bullet (cnc trigger warning)

I lay spread out on my back on the bed, my mind floating somewhere between the ebbs of consciousness. A dull, pulsating noise ringing in my ears as I fought against the edges of awareness wanting to claim me.

I couldn’t move but I felt that pulse throbbing and aching inside of me. Something buried deep within me was vibrating pleasurably as I struggled to stay awake.

A sudden moan escaped my lips, catching me by surprise as I felt my body tensing. Even though my mind is dull with sleep, I know what is happening as the sensation continues to push me towards the edge.

I had thought I’d lost my bullet toy in a drawer, but here it was, hidden deep inside my cunt, trying to bring me back to my senses.

Try as I might to fight it, I could not stop the waves taking hold of me and bringing me to the brink again and again.

My eyes widened as I succumbed, realising that there was no point trying to resist as those waves of ecstasy poured down my thighs and sleep took it’s firm hold.

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Crème Brûlée

One of the many things I loved him for was his passion for baking. He would inspect the ingredients list methodically, making sure of the process before applying it correctly. Watching him in action was like witnessing a magician perfecting his craft.

Tonight he was making a crème brûlée, giving the custard a dusting of sugar before turning his hungry desire to me.

I liked to think that I was his secret little recipe in the making. How he’d knead my flesh like dough, bringing the right balance of heat and pressure until I melted in his hands. He’d lick his lips and part me eagerly with his tongue, tasting me and checking to see if his little delicacy was ready to be devoured.

- Maidenlreland ©

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I am the Broken Girl, the girl with dashed hopes and lost dreams. The one with abandoned hobbies and lost notebooks full of half finished stories. The kind of girl with exposed flaws right next to her heart, vulnerable and timid.

Inside my shell resides the little girl lost who I am trying to protect. Look deeply into my eyes and you’ll catch a glimpse of her looking curiously back. She will give her love to anyone who’ll take it, so I try to keep her hidden.

Yes, they call me names like feisty, stubborn or sassy. A little succubus with no soul. A tangled web of deceit that I’ve sold for them to buy.

Don’t lie, the Little in me complains. But I have to lie, she needs someone who is capable of handling her.

The submissive in me is drawn like a moth to the flame, dancing with fire, wanting to please.

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Chords

You’ll know that you’ve struck the right chord once I begin to resonate deeply in your ears. Strike me again and I’ll play the sweetest music you’ve ever heard.

A song as old as time itself, vibrating through our bodies entwined.

Sing along, my love, this is our only debut but we’ll long for many encores.

- Maidenlreland ©

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There have been many firsts in my life, many adventures and many life experiences to learn from, but now I was being faced with two firsts at once. My first time submitting to someone, and the first time that someone being a girl. Charlotte was my best friend from college, someone whose secrets I thought I knew.

Apparently though, I didn't know all her secrets. But one night at her house, after a lot of wine and playful flirting, I realised that her advances were quite serious and that my feelings for her were more than just platonic. Feeling rather brave I told her about my submissive tendencies, about my need to please from an early age, and not necessarily in a sexual manner. Yet I'd got her full attention now as she fixed me with a suddenly sober look.

"Didn't you know that I am a Dominatrix, Emily?" She asked me seriously, as if that solved the matter.

I regarded her with a drunken grin, caught up in the moment as I leant in to kiss her. She stopped me short with the palm of her hand across my lips.

"We should get you to bed, wait until you've thought about when you're sober."

She showed me to the spare bedroom, an unspoken invitation to spend the night, but not in her bed. I tried to respect her for not taking advantage of me, to not take it as rejection, but I lay there all night thinking about how to pursue the relationship and take it further. Tossing and turning into the night, anxious to see what morning would bring. What I didn't understand then was that Charlotte, being a Domme, had taken control already. She was waiting the next morning to pick off where we left from.

"How is your hangover? Not too sore to think about being my submissive?" I look surprisingly at Charlotte, she's not embarrassed about last night.

"Charlotte-" my mouth is dry, suddenly I'm nervous. "I do wish to be your submissive..."

"I'd very much like that. Though I insist that you address me as Ma'am or Mistress...just as I insist you lose those clothes." Charlotte said as she flashed me a hungry grin.

I backed away, swallowing hard. My racing heart felt like it was stuck in my throat. My eyes widened as I shook my head, but how could I deny the effect Charlotte's words had caused? Especially at how I had felt my pussy clench. It must have been that commanding stare, that tone of voice that seemed to naturally demand obedience, a tone that suggested that the word "No" wasn't in her vocabulary.

"Feeling shy all of a sudden?" Charlotte's voice held a little humour as she came and backed me up against the wall.

"Well...it's just that...I've never been with a woman before." I stuttered as I nervously glanced from side to side looking for escape.

Just keep her talking and I could get away and find my excuses and run, run, run and keep running.

"Ohhh, I didn't know that," Charlotte sang with excited glee. "I do so enjoy firsts. Well I'll break you in gently...at first."

I whimpered softly under Charlotte's stare, oh God why did my body have to betray me so much? I pressed my legs together, trying to deny the lust that was bubbling up between my thighs.

"No, Charlotte. No. There's been a mistake, I should just go." I lowered her head, admiting defeat, how could I ever please her sexually?

"Maybe you should just cum." Charlotte giggled mischievously, then sensing my apprehension she added a little softer as she led me to her bedroom. "Relax, Emily, come relax on the bed."

"I'm really hungover actually." I clung to the wall as if it was my life support.

"Then I insist, just relax and take it like a good girl."

Those two little magic words ran up my spine like molten fire and ice as one. Try as I might to shake my head no - my pussy was throbbing yes as my knees weakened along with my resolve. I couldn't deny how much I wanted this.

"I said 'lie down'" Charlotte gestured at the bed and I fell onto it heavily, closing my eyes tight and trying to shut out the waves of desire coming off my body.

"Good girl." Charlotte praised again and I moaned. "I see you have your eyes shut though. I usually request eye contact from my playthings but today I want to make a game out of you."

Feeling the bed shift softly, I opened her eyes, but it was in vain as Charlotte wrapped a blindfold firmly around them, emerging me into darkness. So I opened my mouth to protest, but Charlotte just made shhing noises in response as she clicked my wrists firmly into a pair of handcuffs that connected to the headboard.

"Just let it happen, Emily. You know you want this." Charlotte whispered in my ear as I arched and writhed. "Don't fight it."

A groan of longing escaped my lips in reply as my body twisted a few more times and then I fell still. It was useless to fight against my own need. Allowing myself to sag into the bed heavily in defeat, I only writhed once more when I felt Charlotte's wandering hand feeling up my skirt.

"No, no, no -no-no, please no." My desperate pleas became whimpers as Charlotte reached closer and closer to her goal.

"Oh, Emily you may say no, but your wet little pussy is begging for this." Charlotte pulled and tugged at my soaking panties.

And as I pressed my thighs together slightly, feeling that wetness, I knew from my heightened sense of arousal that I could no longer refuse.

"Such a good girl." Charlotte purred as she exposed my throbbing cunt to the air. "Oh I shall enjoy playing with you, pet."

Feeling Charlotte's movements once more I tried to twist my head to see. It was no use, the blindfold was to tight. I heard that she was retrieving something from the bedside cabinet.

"Speaking of playing, it is time for a little game. I am going to use some things on your body and you're to describe what they are without using their name. Sound easy?" I nodded slowly, how difficult could it be? Charlotte chuckled and got off the bed completely.

"Stay there." she laughed as she left the room.

I lay still, listening for clues, hearing the chink of glass and slight rattling as she returned to the room.

"Are you ready for the first object?" Charlotte teased.

"Yes, Mistress." I gasped as the words slipped past her lips, my pussy clenching tightly at the use of the words.

Charlotte tore off my blouse to place the first object directly between my breasts. I gasped immediately as goosebumps raised on my flesh left behind in the trial as Charlotte pulled the ice cube across my chest.

"Five descriptive words to begin with, Emily. No cheating by naming the object." Charlotte teased my sensitive skin, slowly lowering toward my nipples.

"Freezing." My teeth chattered as I shivered and arched.

"Good girl, keep going." She rubbed it right along my left nipple, torturing me as I gasped and writhed.

"Cold, sharp....wet." I groaned as I felt the ice cube melting slightly as Charlotte dragged it over to my right breast, it stuck to my skin and pulled slightly. "Nippy."

Charlotte removed the ice cube immediately on the fifth word leaving me gasping.

"Well done, pet. You did very well. The next item will require six words though."

Charlotte pulled on my skirt and removed it completely then I felt her weight shift again as the next item was retrieved. Hearing a slight scraping sound and the smell of smoke reached my nostrils, which flared in response. I could feel the heat of the candle just inches away from my body and held myself still in fear of being burnt.

"Are you ready?" Charlotte asked softly and I slowly nodded in response.

Charlotte tipped the candle and let the wax gather and pool before pouring it onto my breast bone causing me to grunt in surprise.

"Hot, liquid, sticky." I raised upward slightly as Charlotte poured more down my stomach, stopping to hover and wait for more words to come to my mind.

"Warmth...smokey..." I stuttered as I frantically searched my mind as Charlotte trailed down further toward my pussy mound. "Burn!" I shouted before the wax could touch me there.

Charlotte chuckled and I could sense her smiling, beaming down at me proudly.

"Good girl. Now this item...you'll need seven words..and you'll need to hold yourself very very still."

My pussy was on fire by now and I could only respond by murmuring softly as I tried to ignore the juices leaking down my thighs, wondering what ever could be next. Then I felt it, the blade against the hardening wax, Charlotte scrapping between my breasts gently as I held my breath.

"Scrapping, sharp, dangerous." I gulped as much as I would allow myself with the blade so close. "Cool, steel, pointy..."

Charlotte scoffed. "Quicker Emily, you can do this." she traced the edge of the blade along my stomach.

"Hard edge?" I cautioned with a shallow breath.

"Are you asking me, or telling me?" Charlotte's tone of voice held deep amusement now.

"Telling you." I tried to make myself sound more confident and added "Mistress." in hope that it would be acceptable.

"Very well." Charlotte removed the blade. "You did so good, now for the last one I want ten words."

I sagged in relief, finally the last object, but also in fear, ten words?! Could I do it? The feel of the wet silky object placed on my neck only caused me to shudder in excitement.

"Wet...Silky...Warm." My chest heaved as I tried to control her breathing as Charlotte worked her way down to my breasts once more.

"Hot, tickly, probing..." I sighed out as Charlotte was indeed probing at my nipples, probbing and "Tasting...licking...lapping."

Only one more word now and I could end the torturous pleasure. But as Charlotte's tongue trailed over my stomach I only bucked upward begging for release.

"Please, Mistress please" I pulled at her, wanting to grab Charlotte by the hair and push her into my eager cunt.

Charlotte licked and sucked on my inner thighs one after the other. I bit her lip and rocked my hips frantically in encouragement.

"One more word, Emily. Just one and I'll give you what you want."

My mind went blank, but I wanted this, I needed her orgasm.

"Teasing." I whimpered softly and Charlotte rewarded me by burying her face between my legs.

Her tongue began lapping at my pulsing clit before sliding between the lips of my soaking wet cunt. Grazing and pulling on my folds delicately with her teeth. The teasing was too much for me and I began begging again.

"Please, Mistress please. I need this so bad."

Charlotte rewarded me by curling her tongue and pushing it into my tight little cunt as she slid a finger in to accompany it. I let out an excited yelp as Charlotte tongued thoroughly, her rhythm in perfect timing with her fingers.

"Mistress please, I'm going to - Oh my Godddd..." I came violently, screaming in ecstasy.

Wave after wave of orgasm washed over me as Charlotte sucked and nibbled it out. My pussy felt so delightfully sensitive as I released and still Charlotte licked and lapped, slowing down slightly as I caught her breath. Then Charlotte crawled up to me, kissing me passionately, sharing my juices as our tongues entwined.

"There now, that wasn't so bad." Charlotte whispered after a short eternity as she took off my blindfold.

The sudden light made me flinch but I looked back at Charlotte with my eyes shinning in afterglow. I leant forward slightly and was just about to kiss her when we heard a sudden cough from the doorway. I looked up and met the eyes of my boyfriend and standing over his shoulder was Charlottes.

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The senses - Breathing

I’m lying alone, surrounded by darkness in the stillness of the night. Fighting to sleep, wanting my mind to stop, I listen hard to the quiet - intent to make out something to soothe me to sleep. There’s just my breathing, slow and methodical.

Keeping a rhythm, I take a deep breath in, sucking at the air as I inhale, hissing past my teeth. Then I steadily blow it out again. It sounds like a roar engulfed in the silence.

I take in another long drawn breath, holding it, my lips sealed tightly in defiance. My heart beat quickens, a betrayal as the air escapes in a gush.

Yet I find some comfort there, as I control each exhale and slowly drift away to slumber.

- Maidenlreland ©

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The Waiting Room (pt1)

The doctors waiting room was painted in magnolia, cold and sanitary and I don't understand why that excited me despite my anxiety. The ticking of the clock echoing around the room was my only company, staring me in the face as I watched the small hand beat off every second. How long had I been waiting here on this cold folding chair? Enough time that my butt was numb, not numb enough to feel my panties dampen as I clenched my thighs together.

The door opened and I sat up straighter in my chair. The receptionist came in with an armful of notes. "The doctor shouldn't be too long. He's just preparing the room."

I nodded but she wasn't even looking at me, had I imagined her emphasis the word preparing? I squirmed in the seat at the idea. The door closed again leaving me alone again with the ticking clock and my frustration at the only toilet being out of use.

The tannoy crackled into life "Miss Lee" his tone was emotionless. I could have been his first patient of the day or his hundredth and I was just another number to process. The thought thrilled me as I shakily got to my feet, my numbness spreading down my legs making it hard to walk. Was I taking too long to reach his office? My cheeks blushed, why should I care what he thought? The tannoy sparked again and I rushed to open his door just as I heard him speak my name again.

His door slammed behind me as I entered breathlessly into his room, my eyes widening as I met his unamused glance as he looked up from the notes on his desk. The walls were whiter here, clean and sterile, the smell of disinfectant or possibly antiseptic hang in the air. There was a huge imposing examination chair in the middle of the room. I inhaled deeply and span around quickly, trying to exit the room quicker than I came in.

"Nurse." His voice came as a warning as I span, and I saw movement behind me of the nurse who I hadn't registered, she began to fill a syringe of clear liquid. I grabbed at the door handle, my sweaty palms failing slightly to grasp it. No matter how I pulled and I pushed with all my strengths; nothing happened. I noticed the pin code device beside the door, my mouth gapping in horror as I wordlessly screamed in vain. It was locked, the door was locked and there was no escape. Raising my fists, I hammered at it and kicked, but the room must have been soundproofed for all the good it did. I was crying now, leaning against the door as I heard the nurse approach me with the syringe. I glanced at the doctor, he was reading his notes again, ignoring the whole episode.

The nurse touched my arm and I recoiled like I'd been burnt. By then my whole body was on fire. She made a soothing noise and grabbed my arm and yanked it towards her. I looked up at her, meeting her cold gaze and begged.

‘Please…” I sobbed, shaking pathetically.

‘Will you do as you’re told?’ She asked, her nostrils flaring as she stared into my eyes.

I nodded in acceptance as I slumped against her, there was no use in fighting.

More to come - Maidenlreland ©️

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Finger Food

His fingertips delved between my thighs, sliding deeply into me as I moaned, before slowly withdrawing again.

He pressed them firmly to my lips, coated in my juices.

"Suck them clean," he commanded.

I obeyed him again and again, sucking greedily, hungry for his commands.

- Maidenlreland ©️

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Alphabet

You know that I’ve got a wicked oral fixation, a need for my greedy mouth to be filled. Whilst I’m on my knees you press your cock against my lips you make me plead and beg, watching my breasts heave and quiver with excitement.

I stick out my tongue and lick and lap at every inch of your cock, tracing intricate letters into your flesh with my tongue, wondering wish one will unleash your delicious release.

I start with the letter A at the base of your shaft, continuing onwards as I tease and toy with your balls between sucks.

It’s when my mouth becomes a perfect O that you suddenly thrust into it and take the lead. Fucking me until you spill warmly down my throat and I swallow you hungrily, letting you quench my thirst.

- Maidenlreland ©️

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Obstinate

He encouraged my fiesty spirit. It maybe wasn't everyone's way, but it was our way - to be ourselves unapologetically, naturally reacting to each other in our power struggle.

It was one of my more bratty moments; I must admit. Playfully teasing him as I sat getting dressed on the edge of our bed.

"You better not be wearing any panties, little girl," he warned, but it only made my heart quicken.

"Come and see for yourself," I purred, shifting slightly to hide my arousal, unable to resist flashing him my middle finger as he looked up my skirt.

"Brat!" He hissed, launching himself at me and grabbing my wrists firmly. "You'll pay for that, girl."

I writhed and wriggled against him as he pulled me up the bed, securing my wrists to the headboard with the handcuffs we kept there. Still I fought against him, nipping at his flesh with my teeth. He held me firmer, knowing that I needed this, knowing that I wanted his firm discipline. His hands were searching amongst the top drawer for the dildo amongst our toys.

"I'm going to use this on you until I feel you've learnt your lesson. I'm going to fuck out all of your frustration before I fuck you with all of mine. Understand?" His words growled in my ear as I shivered beneath him, nodding my head and begging silently for his threat to begin.

Soon I would be begging and pleading aloud for the torture to end. Just exactly how he loved to hear my cries, knowing that I had given over control completely to him, trusting in him to know when to stop.

- Maidenlreland ©️

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Firecracker

I wanted to be his little firecracker,

A burning molten core toying with his frustrations

But yet I wanted him to snap,

To take me over his knee and crack me like a glow stick

And to start the fireworks.

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Insatiable

"More..." You breathe heavily, your body covered and shinning with sweat.

My body sags and I let out a strangled cry. I want more, I want to give you more. But how?

My body is aching from the hours, days, and weeks that we have spent together fucking each other. It's a welcome ache, like seeping into the heat of a warm bath. To be filled by you and to meet all of your desires and fantasies is all I have longed to do. To be used by you at your mercy and disposal is something I both crave and need. To give you pleasure is it's own ultimate reward and I look over my shoulder at you collapsed on my back.

"More?" I gasp out, my breath still ragged from the choking feeling you've left around my throat.

And I can't help wonder if I should ask you what other secrets you are hiding, what other needs I can meet. I want to ask, it burns within me, but I'm afraid too. Afraid incase I can't meet them, that what you want may be beyond my ability - or worse, beyond my comfort zone. I look at you and the words bubble up wanting to be asked. I swallow hard, the little vibration in my throat aches a little and I bite my lip. But the question disperses along with the slight pain. And suddenly I know how I can do more. I look down between my legs and the sight of you embedded deep within me makes me groan again as my eyes roll back in my head.

"More." I nod confidently, but I see you're still lying on top of me and something deep within me growls and urges me to be daring.

So I push gently at you and sigh out in sadness as I feel you leave my body, feel us disconnect. I take you by the hand. I'm leading you now. Confidently feeling brave and bold as I turn and I push your chest, pushing you down onto the bed and immediately straddle your waist. I look down at your face, waiting to see your reaction as I purr at you. My face hoovering just inches from yours teasingly.

"More." I whisper and bite my lip.

You growl in response and I know I've gone too far to dare to top you. Your hands fly to me, and I brace myself for impact, thinking you mean to strike me. Instead, you pull me by my chin, down hard until my face is nose to nose with yours.

"Work for it." You growl. "Show me how much you want me. Show me how much you want this."

And I realise now that even if I'm on top, I am still at your control. So as you lie back, unmoving, I crouch up into a better position, my feet on your hips as I lean over with my arms so I'm sitting in that crouched position over you. My eyes fly to yours and I see the humour on your face as you watch. You're intent on lying still so that if I want more I'm going to have to get myself off on fucking your cock and working for it.

Despite the pain of my insides that are aching from our adventures and aching from my own longing to have you inside of me, despite that pain, I don't hesitate.

Instead I slam my body back hard against you, a wordless scream forcing it's way up through my stomach as I sit on your cock. I let it out in one long cry as I push back harder, blinking rapidly as my eyes water again. This is the first time I've rammed anyone, anything, so hard into my ass. All I can do is sit there as I cry out and try to regain composure as you just lie there and smirk.

But I'm determined to give you more. So I begin to rock back against you, I tuck my head down so you can't see me grimace, can't see the pain I'm in as I push my body to it's limits. But your hands fly to my face and you pull me up so I'm forced to look at you, my lips twisting and contorting as you watch me rocking against you. You stare into my eyes for a moment, holding me in your dark gaze and I can see you're in a different kind of turmoil, battling with yourself to let me do this to myself or to help me.

You decide then as you stare at my face and your hands fly to underneath my arms, you lift me off your cock, just to the tip, then slowly ease me back down. Slowing my rhythm down as my body stretches around you, accommodating and accepting you as the pain ebbs and begins to turn into pleasure.

You watch my eyes and face as the pleasure takes hold and drop your hands off me again. I keep the slow and steady pace as you lie back, watching your cock going in and out of my tight little hole as I fuck you.

I pant and groan as I ride you, my breathing ragged as I press against you with my arms. I feel you swelling harder inside of me as I thrust you in deeper and harder with every slow rock. I begin to slowly increase the pace once more now that the pain is ebbing, my cries are purely of pleasure now.

You reach up to my pussy with a free hand and grin at me, you don't move any further once you've placed your fingers at my entrance and I lean forward slightly so I can get off of your fingers too as I get the hint.

I groan out as I rock forward and put more pressure onto your fingers, the extra lean making your cock push into my ass at a slightly different level and penetrating even deeper into me. The sudden movement is enough to make my body quake as I release all over you before I know what's happening. I hold my body still as I heave, my juices spilling all over your fingers as you continue to lie there. I feel your cock twitching inside of me as my walls convulse, so I begin to rock again once my orgasm has faded once more.

Harder and harder as I drive onto you in this new leaning position, your fingers still embedded deep inside of me as you grunt and begin to rock your hips upward. Slamming into me as you release your hot molten liquid deep inside my ass. I collapse onto your chest, and lie still as you pour deep inside of me. My breath catching as you twitch and throb and empty into me.

I lie there for an eternity, kissing your chest and stroking you with my hand. I curl myself up against you as you slowly exit me, my eyes closing in exhaustion as I sigh in contentment. Our juices now spilling out around us as we sleep.

- maidenlreland ©️

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White dress

I stepped out of the shower, wrapping the towel tightly around my wet, naked form. Drying myself quickly as I walked back to my bedroom.

I picked out my cotton dress, the short one that clung snugly to my body and left little to the imagination.

Placing it over my head and pulling it into position, down over my curvaceous body.

He came in and lay back on the bed, watching me with his dark hungry eyes.

Ignoring him, I bent over to get my panties from the drawer, I keep them at the bottom of my chest for that very reason. Slowly bending over and exposing myself in front of his gaze.

"Come here." He commanded before I could pick out which pair to wear.

I turned on my heels, moving closed and standing before him at the side of his bed, my hands clasped in front of me, hiding myself as I held the dress from riding up my thighs.

"Put your hands down." He told me and I did, watching him as he looked at my newly shaven pussy.

He lifted his hand and cupped me, sliding his thumb along my lips and against my clit.

"Good girl." He whispered as I parted my legs and let his fingers slide into me.

- Maidenlreland ©️

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The Dentist Chair

'Have you ever had your pussy eaten out whilst laying in a dentist chair, Kitten?'

My pussy contracted excitedly as I read his text message again, was he really planning to give this to me? I had a fear of dentists, even the mention of them was enough to set my teeth on edge. Could I really mix my fears with pleasure? My pussy clenched again in affirmation, my turbulent thoughts already imagining the possibility.

'No.' I text back in reply. 'Not that I can remember.'

I looked at my phone in disbelief again. Could I sound any less enthusiastic at this opportunity? My mind was drawing a blank and I couldn't volunteer anything like our usual exchanges.

'Well then, I may have a surprise for you. Can you meet me on Sunday?'

'Yes, Sir.'

The excitement was now coursing through my veins, giving me trembles of anticipation. Now here we were exploring each others kinks, only after only knowing each other for little over a month. Finally I understood our mutual attraction, the thrill of getting caught by someone added to the excitement. Yet this adventure would be even more so as I had a phobia of dentists. I could not believe that I was going to let this man, this stranger, eat me out whilst laying in the dreaded chair.

The smell of fresh paint greeted me as I walked up to the dentist surgery on Sunday morning. I glanced nervously over my shoulders as I knocked as casually as I could on the door. No dentist worked Sundays. He was there under the pretence of a decorator, though he'd done quite an amazing job. Everything shone dazzlingly white. Clinical...my pussy jolted suddenly at the idea.

He greeted me with a hungry grin, ushering me in as he locked the door behind me. I took in his paint stained clothes, his overpowering scent and that glint in his eye. I wanted to have him right there and then in the hallway. His hands shot out to the back of my head and neck, pulling me into him as he roughly shoved his tongue into my mouth.

Fuck! He could take what he wanted as much as he took my breathe away. My tongue collided with his, yearning for his taste and chasing it. A short eternity passed before he disengaged from me, looking at me concernedly to ask how I was. He didn't make it seem like an afterthought. In fact he made me feel that he desired me as much as I did him.

"You really don't like dentists, do you?" He grinned mischievously despite his worry.

"I hate them." my confession hissed past my teeth as I grinned up at him.

"Perhaps I can change your mind. Come upstairs, Miss Johnson, the dentist will see you now."

Another convulsion hit the pit of my stomach. Oh God, I shouldn't have been so turned on by my fears.

He was role playing the dentist just to evoke my emotions and he knew it. But I let him lead me to the hateful chair, following his commands to sit back and get comfortable. I lay rigidly back and looked around the room, the machine console for the drill stood to my right and my eyes widened as I imagined the suffering it could cause. I groaned as my pussy clenched yet again.

"Lie back and open wide, let me take a look," he stood behind me, leering over me as his hands caressed my face.

Touching me everywhere as they travelled down over my breasts. I groaned again as I shuddered. This was no time for foreplay, I needed him to fuck me. Here, now, my whole body ached for him.

He came around to kneel at my feet, kissing and stroking my thighs as I lay there with my feet up and legs spread wide to expose myself to him. Then he grabbed and tugged my panties off, we both needed this, it had been too long. Reaching, he spread my lips as he dived into me with two long fingers. Pressing and searching out my most vulnerable areas as I convulsed in pleasure. He twisted around inside me, rotating his wrist as he pummelled in and out. I'd never been taken with such wild abandon, never fingered so fiercely.

Fuck. I didn't want gentle, I wanted manhandling treatment, being claimed... primal. Without hesitation he brought his mouth down to bite and pull at my swollen clit, growling vibrations into me as he tugged. My whole body arched as I cried out, my hands shot to his face to pull him into me. He rewarded my actions by sealing his mouth around me, clamping down on my sex where my juices now flowed freely.

Eating me out like I was his last meal, I'd lost count of how many orgasms I'd surrendered to. I sagged in the chair, sucked dry, my arms falling limp as he disengaged from my body with a grin. I leapt from my chair, kneeling before him as I pulled on his trousers to slide out his erect cock. It stood proud and hard in my hands and I leant over to kiss it.

Licking every last inch of his shaft as I cupped and played with his balls. But just like me he needed more than foreplay as he thrust his groin at my lips, trying to impale himself into me. I opened my mouth wide to accommodate him, sucking long and hard as he pushed down my throat. As he hit the back I gagged around him, I couldn't take all of him and used my hand on the base, matching the rhythm of my head as I rocked into him. I needed to devour him but he still held back, enjoying the sensation.

I wanted him to release his heat whilst I feasted on him but he had other plans as he eased his cock out from my mouth.

"Come down onto the floor and turn around, girl." His sudden sharp command made me instantly wet again.

I rolled over until I was on all fours, ready to receive him. He positioned himself and entered my sensitive pussy slowly, I groaned out as I felt myself spreading around him, felt him filling me as he drove himself into me steadily. Holding himself still so I could detect him throbbing inside of my tight cunt.

It was too much to bear, and I began rocking back and forth, riding his cock with pleasure. He pounded himself into me, his balls slapping off of my ass. Penetrating me deeper and deeper until he hit the top of my cervix. When he came it poured out of him in a long hot stream, mixing with my own. He collapsed on top of me as he emptied himself fully, my pussy clenched around him, milking him for every last drop.

We lay there on the dentist floor, cradled in each other's arms. I stroked his face, memorising every last detail to my mind. I wanted to remember this dentist trip forever.

- Maidenlreland©️

[wrongs-l-write]

The Library

Tomes full of knowledge sat spine against spine opposite stories full of potential and adventure. Organised in an orderly fashion on shelves. Silence interrupted at random intervals by hushed whispers. There is something comforting in the smell of old books, something transporting me back to a memory of childhood innocence. I was home amongst these words and pages. I was safe.

- Maidenlreland ©️

[wrongs-l-write]

Wild Flower

I am a dandelion Growing wild and carefree

Yet I tilt my head towards you

Worshipping your light Seeking your hot gaze

I change before you

Unveiling myself

Now I am in bloom

Gently make a wish

- Maidenlreland ©️

[wrongs-l-write]

The Swans

There is a local park which I frequently walk my dogs. It is not a huge park but it has rabbits and a fox! It also has a small wildflower area and a river which has a metal bridge known to me as the Ramblers Bridge. I do not know if this is an official name or just a description.

I grew up fifteen minutes away from where I currently live, but these are not the fields that were my childhood playgrounds. This park I frequent is almost foreign to me despite living here for three years now.

We almost always go across the bridge, it's narrow and makes social distancing awkward but it breaks up the monotony of walking in circles.

At the moment there are two swans living under the bridge. They have built a nest there and I visit from the viewpoint of the bridge up above, not wanting to scare the love birds off. There are no eggs.

I have made many stories in my head about the swans. Sometimes they are a gay couple sauntering up and down the river without a care in the world. Sometimes they are an older infertile couple, lazing around their empty nest that nature has demanded from them. And sometimes they are a young couple who aren't ready for bringing signets into the world.

The swans stretch their necks and preen their feathers and they never look up at me, but I like to think that maybe they have stories about me that they tell one another when they settle in their empty nest for the day.