Tell me something.
Tell me your desire.
Is it to be made love to?
Do you want to be slowly undressed before flickering candlelight? Strong fingers moving with deft assuredness over the buttons of your dress, the clasp of your brassiere. Lain naked across a silken counterpane strewn with fresh petals, the scents of sandalwood and champagne mingling in your senses. Your body oiled and softly stroked from head to toe, every inch of your skin showered in warm kisses. Your breasts caressed, your nipples coaxed until they’re full and ripe. Your trembling thighs eased apart so that a delicate tongue can tease the lips of your womanhood, bringing your passion to flower until you’re shivering with delight, until the ache to be filled can no longer be suppressed. Joined in nakedness, opened and entered by rampant male desire, long, flowing thrusts that stoke your own lusts, carrying you along a parabola of pleasure, until your cries of fulfilment obliterate mine, until you feel my lust spill into the very centre of you.
Is that what you want?
Or would you prefer to be fucked?
Do you want to be lost in a fury of passion, to be swept away by a tumultuous sea of need and flesh? Frantic fingers pulling at your clothes, wrenching them apart to expose the gleaming nakedness beneath. Firm hands cupping your breasts, pressing against your bullet-hard nipples. A frenzied mouth locked against yours, lips searing, tongues dancing. Powerful hands forcing your skirt up your thighs, seizing the waistband of your flimsy panties and shredding them, tearing them apart, ripping the sodden cotton from your body, leaving you wet and gaping and vulnerable. The sound of a belt undone, a zipper dragged downward; the thrill of a hard cock, pressing insistently against your leg, finding its way between your thighs, thrusting desperately inside your soaking cunt, thrusting, thrusting, thrusting, hard, fast cock, mercilessly taking its pleasure with you, fucking you into ecstasy, just as you want it to, as you need it to. Heavy, come-laden balls bouncing against the cheeks of your arse, until my body stiffens against yours, and you feel my shaft throbbing and pulsing inside you, my come flooding your most intimate flesh, even as your own orgasm explodes.
Is that what you want?
Or would you prefer to be teased?
Do you want to be helpless? Lashed down, silk scarves wound tightly about your wrists and your ankles, binding you to the four corners of the bed. A scalpel-sharp knife, glinting in the half-light, slicing through the straps of your bra, the waistband of your panties. The hand that strips away the remnants of your lingerie, leaving you bound and naked and utterly helpless. Feathers and raw silk drawn lightly across your trembling body. A tongue to dampen your skin, and then soft breath to cool it. The cold tip of a brushed steel vibrator circling your erect nipples, drawing invisible lines across your belly, down the insides of your trembling thighs, over the inflamed lips of your sex, nudging its way between your labia, glancing across your swollen clitoris, slowly, slowly, teasing you towards delicious completion … and then withdrawing a microsecond before you’re about to erupt. And then starting over. And then again. And again. And again. And just when you think you can’t take any more teasing, when every nerve ending in your body is begging, screaming for fulfilment, the tip of the vibrator is replaced by the tip of my cock, as I circle your clitoris and smear my precum across your cunt, and then slowly ease my way inside you, fucking you with such exquisite precision, such devilish longevity, that when you finally feel my hot seed splashing against your womb, the power of that solitary orgasm actually renders you insentient.
Is that what you want?
Or would you prefer to be punished?
Do you want to be disciplined? On your knees, wrists bound together against the small of your back, your naked arse high in the air, waiting, waiting, waiting. The first kiss of the flogger, feather light, scarcely brushing against your ripe buttocks, then gradually harder, the sting of your nerves coinciding with the delicious thwack of soft leather against flesh. The warm glow in your cheeks becoming a fire as the strokes become harder, and harder, and faster, and faster. Your cunt gaping every more wantonly, the flesh within the colour of conch, and almost as wet, the scent of your own desire filling your senses, pervading every corner of the darkened room as your body cries out “STOP” and “MORE” with every stroke. And then the shift in the bed as I take my place behind you, as my cock slides so easily inside your oiled sex, and now its my hand instead of the flogger that rains down against your flesh, my cock spearing you cruelly, savagely, my balls heavy against your clitoris, my palm exploding the nerves of your arse, obliterating them, the pain and the pleasure blending within your mind, your body, your soul, indivisible, and then the wrenching sensation of loss as I withdraw, stroking myself until I spurt across the cheeks of your backside, and then massage my creamy seed into your hot, stinging flesh.
Is that what you want?
Or would you prefer to be a cock whore?
Do you want to be overwhelmed? Lying on the bed, blindfolded, naked. Waiting. Listening for every sound, every creak of a floorboard, every step taken towards you. The unmistakable noises of people disrobing around you, more than just a couple. How many? Half a dozen? And then the hands, so many hands, on your arms, your legs, your belly, your breasts, your thighs, your cunt. Fingertips drawing a million random intersections across your skin. Your breasts cupped, your nipples gently drawn on and squeezed, your inner thighs stroked, your cunt explored, inside and out. And then the lips, so many lips, pressed against your mouth, your neck, your shoulders, your breasts, your nipples, your belly, your hips, your feet, your calves, your knees, your thighs. And then the tongues, so many tongues, running over every inch of your body, lapping against your breasts, your nipples, your inner thighs, your labia, your clitoris. And then the cocks, so many cocks, each of them hard and thick and long, all for you, pressing themselves against your nakedness, finding their way into your grasping hands, your mouth, your cunt, your ass, filling you in every conceivable way, filling you as you’ve never been filled before, fucking you to a dozen orgasms, two dozen, three, satisfying your every dark desire, your hunger to take and be taken, to fuck and be fucked. And when all of us are finished with you, when each of us is finally spent, you’ll never be sure whether it’s my come that coats your palms, or your breasts, or the cheeks of your arse, or if it’s running down from the corners of your mouth, or if it’s oozing from your cunt, or from your ass.
So what do you want?
Truth is, you can have anything. Anything that’s written here, anything that’s not.
You can have it all.
All you have to do is tell me.
Tell me your desire
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Today… make love to me.
Tonight… I’ll be your cock whore.
lovely lovely thoughts…
Thank you SK - and you shall have your desire…
~EA
Raises hand to volunteer. For any and almost all scenarios (not ready for punishment just yet).
We’ll seduce you to the Dark Side of the Force yet, Ellie…
~EA
I’ll take a no. 4 to go, please.
Would you like that gift wrapping OSG?
~EA
I want it ALL..
Tease me ’til I’m aroused. Pinch my nips hard, finger my slit, spread my cream up my crack into my rosebud.
When I’m hungry, make me beg. Bend me over and spank me hard, harder than I expect, harder than I deserve, harder than I’ve had it for some time (that’ll take some effort, I warn you). Spankings just wet my appetite (and vag) for stiffer discipline. You choose; belt or hairbrush. I need to answer for all the naughty thoughts I’ve been having.
When you’ve worked us both into a sweat, and my bottom is crimson, fuck me. make me your whore. Fuck my sex, possess my rectum, take it out of my shitter and make me suck it.
I want you to cream. I want you. I want it nasty. I want it all. Don’t make me ask again.
Jean Marie
You really have been having some naughty thoughts, haven’t you Jean Marie?
~EA
Dreamy, beautifully sexy writing EA, more than one of those scenarios had my pulse jumping about madly. I think “Tell me what you want” is one of the sexiest demands in the world - heaven. I’ll go the glutton route - one of each thanks!
Thank you, Ell - and I’ll happily help you put on your glutton’s bib if you like…
~EA
EA, you have just thrown my mind in to turmoil. Your words tease and conjure up such wanton thoughts. I want to experience all of them and not just once.
Exactly the effect I’d hoped to have, Suze…
~EA
*sigh*
I want to make love, just the way you’ve described it. It’s been too long since I did that!
Then you shouldn’t have to wait a moment longer, 20sg…
~EA
Delicious.
Glad you thought so, Jane…
~EA
um, omg… number five? please?
Hee!! What a menu!!
xoxo,
nina
I always like my guests to Dine well, Nina…
~EA
YES! I want it all baby
Very sexy post EA, now I need to go find someone who can fill such a tall order
Thank you, SG - and if you’re struggling…
~EA
Exquisitely beautiful. You always make my pulse race, but I thought for a moment it might stop altogether. How is it that you know so intimately of a woman’s true needs and desires? How can you write something that anyone on the planet can read, yet make me feel as if it were written only for me?
You have an incredible gift, EA. Thank you.
This one will be reread many times.
I’m glad you enjoyed it so much, Michaela. As for gifts … if I do have one, I’m very grateful for it…
~EA
Wow….just wow.
Is that a positive ‘wow’, CW?
~EA
Can I have one of each?
Of course you can, Crimson…
~EA
“all of the above” and the foot massage tossed in as a bonus too
EA you put the E into: Ecstasy, Erotic…Effervescent (all the above
doesn’t merely render a pussy wet, it brings it to the point of
effervescence :twisted:)
You really do know how to make a guy feel good about his writing, Ana…
~EA
Wow, is it hot in here???
Could be. I like to keep the temperature a little above the ambient. I love the sheen of perspiration on a naked woman…
~EA
Punished cock whore please.
Yes. Exactly what you deserve, EB…
~EA
I am pretty sure it is wrong to be this wet at work. Thank you, thank
you, thank you!!!
Now there’s a buzz for me to enjoy. Thank you, BK…
~EA
You drive me crazy.
*pant*
Is that a cry of “SNAP” I hear?
~EA
I desire one of everything, and then some.
Winging their way to you now, Angel…
~EA
…Yes?
Oh yes…
~EA
i agree with “Bordello Key.” i never knew that being at work could be
this much fun. now if only i could take the rest of the day off to take
care of this throbbing between my legs that you created!
You ought to go and sneak off to somewhere secluded, Alana…
~EA
What I want is on my website …..
I think I get the picture, Lena…
~EA
Written in such natural, sexual rhythm - I couldn’t tell if it was my
heartbeat or yours. You have fueled my fantasies like few other authors
have.
Lovely of you to say so, Reverie - thank you…
~EA
That was completely a positive wow. I bookmarked your website after I read
that post! I am very impressed. Thank you for posting!
Delighted to hear it - and thank you…
~EA
Yes, I like it all. Men, women, groups, harems, vanilla… me being tied up, spanked on my ass, my tits tickled with some horny guy’s tongue…. or a horny lady’s tongue…. and I’m crazy about English accents and ESPECIALLY the lovable, fuckable English Rock Stars…. thanks, Sexy Englishman, for your hot musings…. I’ve got to put up more BDSM stuff, and also more stuff about my fantasies around women, and also more stuff about all my sexual first times (of which I’ve actually had LOTS, cum to think of it)… I LOVE how you English blokes call a pussy a “fanny” and how you term underwear “knickers”. S-E-X-Y! I love French kisses and oral sex, giving and especially receiving, also. Hoooeee…. is it HOT in here or is it just US?
Thank you, Linda…
~EA
EA, sorry to hear about your techie problems. Glad you have managed to salvage things.
Right, now where did you say this hotel is? I’ll be over as soon as I can.
The salvage job has a way to run - but it’s well underway.
Now, as for that hotel … When are you free next?
~EA
INDEED. I am a greedy one.. i want them all.
then again.. them all!!
Wonderful writing.. makes me gasp to hear how you know those secrects i told nobody .
you would be dangerous. And fun!
Dangerous, you think? If only you knew, greedy Lea. If only you knew…
~EA
I love the way you work your words! All four please!
You can have whatever your lust desires, Ellie. But surely there are five selections to choose from?
~EA
ohh wow i want to be teased by all of those men like a true cock whore and them punished for being one
I hope you get to experience your desire, Kendra, just as you want to…
~EA
Your words illustrate my deepest, strongest desires. After reading your story I was left needy and hungry for sexual fulfillment.
I wish you could produce a Sex Bible, and make it compulsory for all teenage boys to own it, read it and memorise it in preparation for adulthood, at which point they will meet women with such elicitly-described fantasies as those mentioned.
I’ll have a very happy dream tonights, thank you EA.
It’s the most wonderful complement when something I’ve written makes a woman feel as you’ve described, Violet. Thank you for that reward.
As to the bible for teenagers … do you think they’d digest it, even if reading it were compulsory? I purchased The Joy of Sex as a 16 year old, and read it avidly cover to cover in an effort to become an accomplished and considerate lover. From memory, my contempories seemed interested only achieving the status of lover. Are they any different today?
~EA
My desire?
Desire me. Want me. Let me watch your hands clench and your body tense in anticipation as I walk in and stand before you, waiting to hear your pleasure. Look me in the eye and show me the lust that is thrumming through your body at the thought of having me at your will.
Then tell me how you want me. Thrill my every nerve with your unforgiving sense of purpose, with the knowledge that you’ve been planning my dissolution, my surrender.
Let me bind your hand behind your back as you sit with your cock jutting out at me, so that I am directed only by your words and my submission. I’ll swirl my tongue across your cockhead and savor the precum that adorns you. I’ll suck your heavy balls into my mouth as you look down the length of your body and direct me. I’ll curl my tongue around the base of your cock and slide it up your shaft, strong and slick.
Now you. Or me?
Bind me. Make me submit and know that you control me. Push me down on the bed and restrain my hands, tell me to spread my legs for you. I throb, I ache, and the engorged walls of my cunt clench against themselves in empty frustration; I press my thighs tightly together in a vain attempt to meet my need, but it’s not enough, and it’s not what you told me.
Your hands on my thighs now, forcing them apart, spreading me, my inflamed labia reddened and slick with the wetness you’ve caused.
My desire is to be yours.
I won’t need words to tell you that I want you. You’ll see it in my gaze, in the poise of my body, in the concealed outline of my hard and aching cock. You’ll look at me, and in an instant you’ll understand that there’s no turning back, no denying my desire. My wants are unquenchable; your dissolution, your surrender, inevitable.
I’ve thought of this for so long, I’m unable to think of anything else.
Yes, I’ll let you bind me. But don’t think that I’m helpless, not for one solitary second. Don’t even let the ghost of the thought that you might have control enter your mind.
You don’t.
And once you’ve done my bidding, made my cock strong and slick with your eager lips and your greedy tongue, I’ll take the cord and bind you. I’ll pull your arms above your head and lash them to the bed, and then demand that you open your thighs wide and reveal every glorious detail of your cunt to my lustful gaze. And if you resist - if you dare seek to salve your need for sensation without my permission or desire - then I’ll punish you. I’ll deny you. I’ll hold your thighs apart and leave you empty, desolate, aching to be filled, while all you can do is stare at my hard cock, and crave.
Your desire is to be mine?
Then you shall have it.
~EA
im not gay at the slightest and even id have some of that. my girlfriend gave me this link is she dropping hints? i hope so im so hard.
Perhaps your girlfriend is about to make your day, Dave…
~EA
mmm…mmm…EA,
You sure make a woman ache, desire for sex, punishment. EA can me and you have some alone time? I would love to have you as my man. I would let you spank me into submission and make me yours.
I consider it my raison d’etre to make women ache with desire, Tayla. As to spending time alone together … there are links to my messenger addresses in the sidebar. So if you’d like to talk…
~EA
Fuck I thought the entry was hot (and damn it was) but this…
This reply to another poster took my breath away! Made me want to cry with desire. Given another life,another time I’d beg you to be mine EA
Thank you
No, thank you, Raven…
~EA
I think you know my answer, EA.
Greedy minds think alike. After you’ve had your way with me, it’s only fair that you let me enjoy the same pleasure.
I hope you don’t underestimate my power. I may be a small lass, but I guarantee you my strength is only amplified by my desire. And my appetite to devour you consumes me, grows.
My mind rests on one particular scene ~ you tied to a chair, naked and exposed, hands bound behind your back, blindfold on. What a sight that would be. The thought makes me wet.
I’d wear a black corset, stockings, and black heels ~ the perfect contrast to my milky skin, flame red hair and rosy lips. In my hand a riding crop ~ sometimes a girl needs a little help taming the beast within. I’d circle you several times, drinking in the offering before me. My head would be swirling with ways to torment you, to break you, make you beg, make you mine. I may even swat at you a few times with my crop whilst formulating my plan, red licks starting to show on those robust legs of yours…
Oh, what lovely thoughts….
And now I know that your lust adheres to the code of Quid Pro Quo, oh Sensual Secretary…
~EA
Funnily enough, I don’t hear any complaints!
Maybe I have whipped them out of you? Maybe I’m standing behind you, with my hand covering your mouth, whispering devilish things in your ear as I bite and nibble at your neck? Is that why I can’t hear you complain?
Wait…scratch that. I don’t think I’d ever cover your mouth. I’d prefer your lips available for my sweet kisses, available to whisper naughtiness to me. Your beautiful words carried with that oh so charming accent of yours.
My my.
Decisions, decisions…
~EA
All of the above please..
Altho.. now I have a problem? Which do I think about tonight whilst lying in bed?
Decisions decisions.
xxx
That’s easy, Raven: think about whichever one will make you come with the greatest pleasure…
~EA
‘Tell me your desire’ - what a command! Start the day being made love to…. end it being punished…with maybe some random teasing throughout the day… mmmmmmmmmm
Just because the general direction is pleasure, we shouldn’t have to confine ourselves to the one route, Beth…
~EA