Let me start this story by saying that I in no way judge what types of sexual activities people prefer. My stories are my take on situations, from a pretty vanilla girl, and are my perspective only.

Hello again and welcome back to another installment of SubSays. I’m excited to announce a new series of articles called “BDSM Explained” where I take basic concepts of the wonderful world of BDSM and completely explain them in their entirety. If you have any suggestions for future articles, of if there’s something in particular that you’d like an answer to, head on over to my twitter @SubSaysHello where I will respond within 24hours! Without further ado, let’s explain what exactly a “submissive” is.

I have a confession, OK maybe a few but this one is about women! Being so secretive for so many years is a wonderful thing, until you have to tell SOMEONE. Well I love them! Not as much as men, but getting a woman here and there is a complete must in my world and if a man I’m fucking brings one to me, that's ultimate bonus points for him. Some men are weary about that though, not all are comfortable with that type of situation. They have had their own experiences with threesomes (and obviously not ones they are fond of), but I’m telling them that I’m different. I will not get attached. I will not choose pussy over dick. That’s just the way it is. Truth be told, it’s an experience I recommend for every woman. But you have to be open minded or you will get completely fucked up.

You can keep your sparkly vampires. They’re not for me. Give me a shaggy, wild, barely-controlled beast of a man any day. I want hair and fur and claws and rippling muscle. And that’s exactly what I got with him.

Too many people assume that creating “sexy” content is easy. “All you do is look cute and take naked pictures of yourself! That’s not real work,” is something that is said frequently about “NSFW” cosplayers and artists and it couldn’t be further from the truth.

The stage was empty and so were the seats. Not for long, though. Wendy thumped the pin-sized clip-on mic in her hand and listened with satisfaction to the response of the theater's state-of-the-art sound system.

Sunday morning at seven o'clock sharp, Daddy woke me with a smack on the ass.

There was no time like the present. Kylie fluffed her generous breasts so that they hung nicely in her red halter top ball gown. A glance at her cleavage told her that she was ready to catch herself a rich old man. Her breasts were as succulent as two ripe melons. A quick check of her makeup in a compact, a quick shimmy of the shaper keeping her panty line hidden, and she was ready. She pasted a sensual smile on her face. It was the one she'd practiced in a mirror night after night, preparing for this moment.

“I just want to feel like a different person for a while.”

Impact play is the act of striking someone for pleasure. Usually it's the Dom or top striking the sub or bottom. With impact play you have to be careful with where and how hard you hit because if you hit too hard or in the wrong place you could do some damage. Wrong technique can result in trauma, dementia, lacerations, nerve damage, paralyzation, ruptured vital organs, fractured or broken bones, suffocation, lactic acid poisoning, and instant death. Lactic acid, in case you don't know, is a colorless syrupy organic acid produced in the muscle tissues during strenuous exercise. Some lacerations are ok but we don't want permanent marks or damage. Hormone treatments, blood pressure medication, menstruation, iron deficiencies and similar things may cause more marks or more severe marks. You have to hit on a place that has more fat or muscle. Avoid areas like the kidneys, neck, tailbone, hipbones, collar bones, the head, and all joints or areas where there is bone, especially close to the skin.

Although this was the first time I was meeting Marlon after a few phone conversations, I had no intention of making him wait in order to get my goodness. As far as I was concerned, we're mature adults and if we want to engage in some hot n sweaty sex, then we will do that. Not one fuck will be given to anyone who disagrees or judges such behavior. Many subjects were discussed between Marlon and I, and even though sex wasn't one of the topics, I already made up my mind that we were going to do it. In fact, I doubted highly that once I met Marlon that he would do something to turn me off. He looked very handsome in the pictures he sent to me, and his baritone voice already had me dripping wet, so for me, the only thing left to do was to meet up. I had no thoughts of disappointment, as I already declared it was going to be a good night. I looked myself over once more before ringing his bell; everything was on point. For a first time intimate dinner at his house, I kept it casual yet sexy. A simple yet tight white shirt, showing cleavage, no bra, blue skinny jeans, and sneakers. My nipples were already hard and pointed in the right direction. My pussy was wet with anticipation, and my tastebuds needed something new to complete the celebration. As I rang his bell I said to myself, "It is time to ride the D!" He opened the door wearing only basketball shorts and a big smile.

The spiral turned. Endlessly it spun, pulling her eyes deep, pulling her mind down, down, down. Once, she had been conscious of words, but now they simply flowed into her. Deeper. Sexier. Her breath was quick and her mind was blank. Deeper. Obedient. Her pussy throbbed with need as her bare thighs became wet. They were rubbing together independent of her will, independent of her control.