Hunger, Part 2
Up next is another returning writer. She very much appreciates all the comments, feedback and suggestions that she has received about her many stories. If you have relationship or sex-type questions though, she requests that you please send them to her other blog that she shares with her boyfriend, a-dirty-minded-couple.
Making her way back atop the Library dais, please welcome back…
Read part 1 here.
Cum is dribbling down my face as I lay there restrained and gasping for breath. Your cock twitches a few inches from my mouth and even after taking your huge load, I’m still eager for more. I watch you walk out of the room and return with a bottle of expensive champagne in a bucket of ice. Placing it on the nightstand, you take an ice cube in your hand and drag it across my lips. My tongue darts out for a lick and you watch my mouth intensely as I slip it inside and suck on it. It melts in no time and you reach for another one. This one gets pressed against my stiff nipples and sends me into a writhing mess.
You smirk and drag the melting ice across my chest to the other nipple. My eyes flutter as water starts to pool in the valley between my breasts. I let out a sigh and look up at you, noticing your impressive erection.
"You’re still rock hard," I murmur.
"I didn’t allow myself to cum all week. I’m not going soft until I’m satisfied, and I’m far from it."
You grab one more ice cube and shove it inside my pussy. I yelp and pull at the restraints which only make you chuckle. The coldness numbs me quickly and is followed by a dull ache of pain. You shove another one inside and I can feel the cold water dripping down my ass crack. You tease my pussy with one finger until the ice is gone and you are satisfied that I’ve suffered enough.
"Drink?" You ask and I nod. You untie just my wrists and pour two glasses. Handing me one, I tip it back and swallow it down. The bubbles tickle my throat and I let out a giggle. I hand you back the empty glass but you put it down instead of refilling it. I push out my lower lip and pout.
"On your stomach now," you order. "It’s play time."
My heart races with anticipation as I eye up my two gifts on the bed. I raise my ass up as you strip off your shirt and get behind me. My eyelids flutter when your hand touches my bottom. You’re soft and sweet - slowly caressing my cheeks and pushing your fingers between them. I let out a gasp and arch my back when I feel just a slight graze of your finger touch my asshole.
"I have wanted to spank and play with your big, beautiful ass the moment I met you. It’s so round and firm - perfect for punishing."
"I’ve been hoping for this," I gush. "You have no idea."
"Oh I do, don’t kid yourself. Your hints are far from subtle."
I stifle a giggle against the sheet and wiggle my butt.
"I know what you want before you know you even want it," you say. "And since you’ve been such a good girl and have followed my instructions perfectly so far…" You reach out beside me and grip the leather paddle. "You’ve earned a night like tonight."
I hear the paddle whip through the air and land hard on my right cheek. I shriek from the harsh stinging sensation rippling up my spine. Pain comes first and it catches me off guard. Before I have time to process it, you bring it down hard on my other cheek.
"You like that?" You growl.
"Yes! Fuck yes!"
You give each cheek two more hard whacks before pausing to rub my aching flesh. Your touch soothes me and gives me pause to gather all the strength I have to handle this. The pain is worse than I imagined it to be, but thank god for the little moments of pleasure mixed it. The more you strike me, the better I become at accepting it without flinching or tensing up.
You eventually switch things up and go for the cat o’nine tails; letting the leather strips softly tickle against my swollen ass, I wiggle around the bed and bite down on my arm to fight the pain. You pick up speed and slap the toy hard against my ass multiple times before pausing to caress with your hand. Back and forth this goes - slap, slap, rub, slap. You even drop in a few kisses to tease and excite me.
It doesn’t take long before I am whimpering and muttering incoherently. My pussy is dripping down my thighs and my head is spinning. By the time you switch back to the paddle, my whole ass is numb and tingling like pins and needles. This time the pain is muted to a dull ache. I count each strike in my head until you reach fifteen.
"Do you want to see? It’s quite beautiful."
"Yes," I whisper and take a deep breath. I hear the click of your camera and you perch your naked butt on the edge of the bed to show me. I suck in a breath and frown. "Jesus!" My whole entire ass is all different shades of red. I even see a few spots where dark bruises are already forming. I can make out a few heart shapes among the wreckage.
"Raise your ass up again."
You stand up and I hear a bunch of clicks as you take shot after shot. Your photography is what drew me to you from the very beginning. Just the thought of having a picture of my tortured bottom on display in your portfolio makes my pussy wet.
"God, your body is exquisite - so curvaceous and soft. I can’t stop myself from objectifying you and finding more things that turn me on."
I blush and drop down on the bed to give my sore back a break. You put the camera down and disappear behind me once again. I close my eyes to rest a moment and I feel your fingers prod at my asshole.
"There’s no time to waste, my pet," you murmur, "I’m ready to fill you up with another load."
I gasp and tense up as you force the tip of your middle finger inside me. I take deep breaths to try to relax myself. Leaning over my back, you kiss along my spine as your finger moves in and out slowly. I feel your cock on my ass and I spread my thighs wider. Your kisses lull me and my whole body feels like jelly. I sigh in relief when I hear you flip open the lid of lube and pour it on my asshole. You start to rub the head of your cock up and down my crack, covering it with lube. Grabbing my hips, you press against my hole and slowly start to work your way in. I exhale and close my eyes, gripping the sheets.
You take your precious time but eventually every inch of you disappears inside me. Reaching down you grab my hair and force my back into an arch. The way you fuck me is mesmerizing. Slow and deep; giving me time to relax and enjoy this rare moment. Our bodies move as one as you slam against my luscious ass. Moans and groans escape your lips. You quickly pick up speed. Your grip becomes tighter and your thrusts are rough and deep. I push back against you, feeling every inch force its way inside me. As much as I love this feeling, it alone cannot get me off.
“May I touch my clit?” I ask.
“Yes,” You growl. “But don’t you cum.”
I reach my right hand down between my thighs and waste no time. My clit is swollen and sensitive and is almost too painful to touch but I don’t care. I rub furiously as moans escape my lips. I can feel your cock swell and twitch. I love this feeling. Everything is heightened. I could cum in any second. You let go of my hair and my head falls onto the bed. Grabbing my hips so tight that I can feel your nails pierce my skin, you fuck me relentlessly. Grunts and sounds of skin on skin fill the room. I can’t hold back much longer.
“C-can I cum please?” I ask, as my hand shakes uncontrollably.
“No, not yet,” You respond, breathlessly. “I’m almost there. I want you to cum with me.”
I keep my finger pressed against my clit. The wait is excruciating. I push back against you and turn my head to look you in the eyes. I need you to see the hunger and desire I have for you. I’ve never wanted someone more than I want you right now.
“Fill me up. I want to feel your hot cum explode inside me!”
Your eyes flutter and you shove your cock deep. “Damn you!” You snarl. “Cum! Now!”
It doesn’t take much. As I push myself over the edge, you squeeze my hips and cum with a guttural groan. You keep thrusting a few more times and then collapse on the bed beside me. I watch your chest rise and fall as I cuddle against your naked flesh. Dropping a few kisses across your ribs and stomach, I eye up your slick, cum covered cock. I can’t resist! You suck in a breath as my tongue drags across the sensitive tip.
“That’s a good girl,” you murmur. “Clean up your mess.”
I lick every inch of your cock and balls until it’s dry and soft. The mix of cum, lube and my ass are intoxicating and delicious. I lose myself in the moment and begin to suck you off for me now, but you pull me off.
"Let me recharge first," you say.
"Okay," I pout.
"Don’t worry, little one, I am not even close to being finished with you tonight," you say and pull me close for a kiss.
Copyright © A-Dirty-Minded-Girl 2014
In This Moment
It has been several months since this poet’s last appearance in the Library. A visit to his tumblr will not reveal him. He writes, “i am not here tho these words have been.”
And what words they have been and continue to be.
Making his long overdue return to the Library dais, please welcome back…
in my moment of need
when desire has me
in its grip
i want to see the curve
of your hungry hips
offering to me
bending before me
of your heat
in my moment of want
in the grip of want
it is your eyes
to draw me in
to need you
beyond the want
your hunger haunts
and fills my mind
Dean & Lily, Part 1 - Gentle Dominance
A very promising newcomer gets things started this week. He keeps two tumblrs, one for images and one for erotic stories and poems written for hisadorablelittleone.
Stepping onto the dais to make his Library debut, please welcome…
This was my first story. I’ve since written two others featuring this couple, plus a fourth tale using an entirely different couple and setting. I hope you all enjoy.
Dean gave the door a quick knock before entering. He was a little early, but Lily was usually waiting by the time he arrived. He was surprised to not find her in the room. He checked his watch impatiently and sat on the bed, hoping that nothing would make her late.
They’d both been busy today, but they’d still made a point to steal what contact they could as they passed one another in the office. A soft touch here. A sneaked kiss there. Thousands of smiles filled with hidden promises. It had been difficult for him to concentrate, but somehow he had managed to stop thinking of her long, shapely neck just enough to get his work done. One of these days their interoffice playing would get them in trouble, but they didn’t care enough to stop.
ean shook himself from his reverie and checked his watch again. It had been all of 8 minutes. He wondered how in the world she could managed to wait for him every night. Another two minutes would drive him mad.
Just then, the door opened and in she walked, adorable as ever.
"Well, hi there," she replied and crossed the room to glance out the window at the darkening sky, paying him no special attention. "Someone came early."
She couldn’t help but grin once she had her back to him. It always made her happy to get a little extra time with Dean, but she hated letting him know that. His arrogance, no matter how playful, didn’t need encouragement.
Dean smiled and nodded. “Yeah. I’m a little early. Is that a problem?” His tone made it clear that he knew it was anything but, which sparked Lily’s pride.
She turned to face him and pointed to the door. “It’s such a problem, you should probably just go.”
Dean just smiled and shrugged before rising from the bed to move to the door. When his hand closed around the doorknob, he locked the door instead of leaving.
"I’d rather not."
Lily’s eyes widened in surprise for an instant until her pride caused them to flare just a little.
"Oh?" was all she could manage in reply.
"No." The word was final, leaving no room for discussion.
Dean turned from the door and slowly crossed the room to her, invading her space one slow, purposeful step at a time. Lily’s perfect skin flushed and she stumbled back a few steps toward the wall, causing one corner of Dean’s mouth to lift in a crooked grin as he ambled after her, stalking his prey.
"I’m rather intent on staying right here," he continued.
He loomed over her, fingertips barely brushing her inner wrists, and she took another step back with a nervous stammer.
"O… Oh…" Lily’s heart skipped a beat. She knew that tone of voice all too well. She took another step back and Dean followed, guiding her until she reached the corner and could escape no further.
"Going somewhere?" he teased and moved in close, tenderly taking her left wrist in his right hand and gently lifting it over her head to pin it against the wall, eliciting a soft sound from Lily. He held her there and gazed into her eyes for a moment, and her heart skipped another beat. Her eyes widened as he lowered his face to her sensitive neck and his warm breath washed over her skin. She tensed, barely able to breathe, much less fashion a coherent response to his question.
"I… I was just…. "
Dean reached down to her side and intertwined his fingers with those of her right hand, lifting it to join the other above her head. He leaned closer, his body not quite touching hers, his bearded cheek nuzzling her jawline an instant before his lips brushed over her earlobe.
"Just what?" he whispered.
Lily trembled visibly, shuddering a little more with each passing second, unable to focus on anything but his touch. Her neck was so tender and she ached for more. She mewled softly and tilted her head to the side, opening herself to him.
"Just…," was all she could manage in reply.
"Just remembering that you’re mine," he answered for her and lightly pressed his lips to her exposed neck. He loved to kiss her there almost as much as she loved to be kissed, if for no other reason than what he knew it did to the rest of her body. He kept the kiss soft and breathed in her intoxicating scent as she shuddered again and arched a little toward him.
"Yes," she breathed out softly, eyes wide and slightly glazed. She bit her lower lip at the confession and flushed even more.
Dean smiled and traced his fingertips down her left arm to caress her cheek, raising up to loom over her and stare down into her dark, beautiful eyes. “I’ve known since the first moment I touched you, Lily.” His fingertips continued lower, the backs of his nails grazing down her neck. Lily’s breath quickened at his touch, growing heavier and she could only moan in reply.
"You belong to me." He moved closer to press his lips to her forehead even as his hips pinned hers to the wall. Lily’s entire body shifted and she jerked her hips as his pressed in.
"You are mine," Dean whispered. "You can’t escape me, Little One."
Lily’s cheeks burned and she knew that they must be completely red now. Her eyes widened again and she could feel that her pulse hammered visibly in her neck.
Dean swallowed his growing hunger and took a half step back. Lily struggled to breathe as Dean stared down into her eyes and slowly unbuttoned her blouse from the top down, exposing more and more of her skin. Her body tensed with each button and her breasts quivered in anticipation. As the last button slipped free, Dean guided the blouse open to bare Lily’s belly and black lace bra to the cool air.
His eyes never left hers until he took a step back and purposefully dragged his gaze down her body, drinking in the luscious sight. Lily swallowed hard and blushed furiously, the color spreading across her body as she struggled not to cover herself. Dean smiled and nodded in approval as Lily remained still while he looked upon her.
Finally, he stepped forward once more and reached up to take her wrists in his hands again, slowly lowering them to her sides as he leaned in to softly press his lips to hers in the smallest hint of a kiss. Lily shivered lightly as he loomed over her again. She leaned forward to kiss him more deeply, wanting to taste more of him, and she tugged on her wrists, anxious to feel him under her itching fingers.
Dean smiled and leaned away from her kiss, shaking his head and tightening his grip on her wrists, causing Lily to shudder and whimper. The vulnerable sound shifted to a gasp when Dean stepped back once more and spun her around to face the corner. He lifted his hands to her shoulders and guided her blouse down her arms, stopping with it at the small of her back, keeping her wrists bound to her side.
She was helpless, unable to even see him now. She could not touch or taste, only listen and feel what it was like to be the object of his desire.
"I’m in control, Little One," he whispered and pressed his lips to the bared flesh of her shoulder and neck. A light nip sent her head falling back and she mewled again…
Somewhere in the Stacks
Model: Amber Rose
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Under Mr. Nolan’s Bed
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Under Mr. Nolan’s Bed by Selena Kitt
Leah and Erica have been best friends and have gone to the same Catholic school since just about forever. Leah spends so much time with the Nolan’s—just Erica and her handsome father, now, since Erica’s mother died—that she’s practically part of the family. When the girls find something naughty under Mr. Nolan’s bed, their strict, repressive upbringing makes it all the more exciting as they begin their sexual experimentation. Leah’s exploration presses deeper, and eventually she finds herself torn between her best friend and her best friend’s father—but even she couldn’t have predicted the shocking and bittersweet outcome of their affair.
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Warnings: This title contains erotic situations, lesbian sex, some very naughty taboo sex, sex toys, and also makes mention of pornography, salmon, amusement parks, chocolate covered strawberries, brownies (as well as girl scouts), plaid skirts, naughty uses for confessionals and some sacrilegious humor.
“I saw you, Mr. Nolan.”
His jaw dropped and he looked at me, incredulous. “Saw… me?”
“The night you came into the bathroom… do you remember that?”
Glancing at him, I saw him nod, his face pale again.
“I watched you,” I admitted, my voice almost a whisper. “Touching yourself.”
“Oh Christ,” he whispered, closing his eyes.
“I can’t stop thinking about it,” I confessed. “Seeing you stroke yourself while you watched that man on the screen… fuck those two girls…”
His eyes met mine, and I could see the shock in them at my language, but there was something else, too, that wasn’t just shock. I’d seen it before, in the kitchen when he’d looked up my skirt, and a moment ago, too, when he’d walked in and caught me masturbating.
“I can’t stop thinking about you,” I whispered, moving my hand up his thigh, high enough to feel that he was hard. I was encouraged by that, and the alcohol made me feel more free, like I’d drunk some liquid courage.
“Leah… I know this kind of thing can be confusing…” He took my hand and put it in my lap with a shaky sigh.
“I’m not confused,” I insisted, sliding down to the floor and kneeling between his legs. He was shaking his head, but I wrapped my arms around his waist, pressing my cheek against his crotch and nuzzling there.
“Oh hell,” he whispered, and I felt his hand moving in my hair, the lightest of touches.
“Please…” I murmured, turning my face, so my mouth was moving over the hard length of him against his trousers. “I want to…”
I had him unzipped quickly, and I reached in to find him, looking up into his eyes. He was dazed, startled, even a little horrified, but there was something underneath that, and whatever it was kept him from stopping me. He didn’t say no as I freed his cock and took it into my hand.
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Under Mr. Nolan’s Bed by Selena Kitt
Oh, Don’t Mind Me…
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Model: Ludella Hahn
Photographer: George Hagegeorge (hageofoto)
Illicit behind the scenes of my Dreams Part one
The Library is delighted to present a very promising and prolific newcomer next! She says that her heart belongs to her pen. A visit to her tumblr reveals that and so much more.
Making her way onto the dais to make her Library debut, please welcome Monica leu, also known as…
I dreamt of his hands,
Gliding gently across my back.
Up and down.
He knotted his fingers in my hair
And pulled me in for a kiss.
It wasn’t just an ordinary kiss.
He poured all of his want and need into it
Reminding me that he has been waiting
To have me.
Waiting to claim me as his own.
“You’re beautiful,” he gasps.
He rolls me beneath him, his kisses traveling
Until his lips skim my panties.
He glances up at me and smirks.
And I know I’m in trouble.
Trouble that will can only end one way.
Without Expectation of Perfection
The literary kitten returns to the Library to get the festivities rolling along today with a demonstration of the power of one’s own imagination.
Stepping atop the Library dais once more, please welcome back…
"So what do you think would fill your hunger?"
She became acutely aware of his body the instant his question settled into the space between them. His limbs were long and strong, and she wondered, not for the first time, what it would be like if he held her close, like a lover would. Would he be warm, and would his scent wash over her with the power of an aphrodisiac? Would his arms surround her like bands of steel? Would she feel his heartbeat? Would it echo hers?
Her breathing deepened, as she suddenly seemed to need more air. Her lungs felt tight, as though what air was there was being sucked in by him. And yet, all he was doing was sitting back, sipping his drink, watching her. The smile that curved his lips made her suddenly aware of her own lips, and how they felt heavy with the hunger for his teeth and tongue. Would his kisses make her wet with need for more? Would they drag moans of delight from her parched throat? Would he coax his way into her mouth and ravish her there?
She swallowed at the thought of his tongue in her mouth, and immediately a vision arrested her inner eye, causing her to inhale sharply. If what she saw were ever to come true, he would not be sitting back in a chair across from her, watching her struggle to give voice to her needs. If what she saw were ever to come true, she would be up against the wall, the air fraught with danger around them, the anticipation of his touch a palpable thing between them.
Like a portrait, the scene unfolded before her inner eye. Her head back, so he would not feel the telltale rasp of shaved hairs on her chin, so he had access to the scar she could not hide that marred her throat where they had removed a part of her thyroid. Or so he could reach the little hollow behind each earlobe, where she spritzed a different fragrance each day. Or so he could begin in the valley between her collar bones and make his leisurely way down through the gorge between her breasts to…wherever else he wanted to go for his taste tests.
She could see him lift one leg and wrap it round his hip bone, because he knew it would go no higher — she was not, when all was said and done, a ballerina, but she was limber for all that. She saw his hands wander over the flesh of that leg, felt his fingers admire the hard muscle of her calf as he traced its curved line down her leg to her ankle. He didn’t seem to mind that it was no longer slender, or that her toenails were unpainted.
She could feel that same hand smooth its way back up the inside of her leg, to her inner thigh, where he played with the silky, darker flesh, made so by the rubbing of her legs together, flesh on flesh. His other hand, while he was teasing her, steadied her on the leg left on the ground. And as his hand did walkabouts upon her flesh, as he teased her senses, both their breathing hitched.
She looked up, and his glass was empty. How long had she sat there, a silent witness to his patient demand that she tell him her most intimate dreams? Could she reveal the need for tenderness that rolled inside her, and made her weep with regret at the certainty of its never being hers? Could she expose her vulnerable heart, where fanciful romantic desires had made a home, despite her ruthless efforts to dislodge them?
Someone — the waiter she supposed — refilled his glass, and he sipped again, before placing it on the table before him.
"Are you ready to tell me now? Or will you concede that what I told you is true? Will you agree with me that I know you better than you ever imagined, and that I know what will fill your hunger?"
She looked him in the eye, a moment before lowering it to the vision of his body making one with hers again and again against a wall, in the resounding darkness of a rain-washed night. Her vision assailed her; his passion and power and aching tenderness…his love disarmed her, undid her, fulfilled her. He deployed his hands, his mouth, his teeth, his tongue, his words…nothing was neglected in her seduction. The answer to his question was there, in the things she was seeing, the things she could never hide from herself, the things he already knew.
hey i was wondering if you knew anymore like toy shopping by stark arts? i love your blog btw!
Hi there Anon!
That story is one of my favorites too! Check out the tag “public sex" for others like it.
Thank you for your question and your kind words.
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Model: Robyn Lawley
Photographer: Stephen Chee for Cosmopolitan Australia
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