Mr. and Mrs. Kink (dot com)

[Posted Originally At Thursday's Child - He sets my slut free.]

Taken with my iPhone at the moment of orgasm…for him, for her, for all three of them.

I was having the most awful day. But somehow, he knew what I needed. He sent me a message, telling me

“Your day sucks because you’ve forgotten you are a slut. Go CUM now! If you want me to take you THERE, you must obey. Free will surrendered.”

I sat there for a moment, cheeks burning, reading those words over and over, feeling the heat between my legs grow from an ember to an out of control forest fire. I squeezed my thighs together, enjoying the desire shooting through me, feeling my nipples harden into obvious points beneath the thin fabric of my shirt. His order went against everything I’d ever told myself, about separating my sex life and work persona, about never crossing that line.

I forced myself to get up, to shut off every single, coherent, logical thought in my head. To silence the little voice asking me what I was doing, telling me to sit back down in my cubicle and shut my phone off. I slipped my phone into my pocket, walked calmly to the office bathroom, and locked the door behind me.
My lust, my desire, my need, it all overflowed in one wonderful moment, and I was up against the wall, pants unbuttoned, panties pushed down, and my fingers between my wet lips, thrusting into me, fucking me. I could hear the voices of my coworkers as they passed outside the door, not five feet from where I masturbated myself. Hearing them going about their mundane office tasks turned me on even more, and I was so close, right on the edge.

Thinking about them, spending every day working with me, and yet having no idea of what a whore I could be, ohmygod, it was sofuckinghot, and I started to come, so hard that I had to bite into my lip to stop any sound, any groan or whimper from escaping and giving me away and exposing my secrets.

I stayed there for a while, leaning against the wall, trying to steady my breaths from ragged pants back to normal. I snapped a few pic to send to him, to his wife, to my husband. I wanted them all to know what I’d done for him.

Walking back to my desk, I wondered if everyone was watching me, if they could somehow tell what I had just done. I wondered if my slightly disheveled hair gave me away, or maybe they could smell my musky scent on the tips of my fingers, see the glassy look in my eyes as my body recovered from orgasm. I texted him, told him what I’d done. And he was proud of me, writing back

“Good girl. I’m very proud of you. See how sexy you are? D loves a very sexy slut. Integrating your Slut can be liberating…

Alright. Enough. Sit at your desk and think of Catalina in cumslut mode, sitting next to her as she sucks me off, right there in your office, in front of everyone. Think of the sounds, the smell, as I pump my cum down her throat. All eyes are on YOU. Your coworkers. Peers, friends, and enemies.

Kiss her, Thursday. Taste my cum on the lips of this woman, in front of everyone.”

I cannot begin to articulate how badly I want to be that for him, for both of them, and for my D…

Jeans by Erocrush (http://erocrush.com)

This is the email I woke up to this morning:

I want to eat your beautiful pussy. I want to feed you my cock. I want lay in bed and kiss, and kiss down your neck, and back up to your soft lips. I want kissing and touching to be our foreplay. Your hand moves down to my cock, because my mouth on your nipple feels so good, and its natural. I want to feel you up, like a regular guy… no kink. I want to reach between your legs and feel you wet from our kissing, and from stroking my cock. I grab your hair, because I have never been more of a Man than I am now, and you gasp,and slide into subspace, just a little. Your pussy moves from wet to soaking wet. I bite your neck, licking, nuzzling. Your hands explore my balls and cock, and even my ass. My fingers move inside your cunt. Fast. This make out session has proved to be perfect foreplay. you’re already fucking my fingers. Your hands start to stroke in rhythm w/ fingers.

“Is it good, honey?”

Mmm Hmm.

Another tug on the hair, another gasp, another squeeze. I know your pussy, and your body, more than anyone. You’re on the fast track toward orgasm. Just before you get there, I stop, and bring my cock up to your face, you inhale it. I would have shoved it down your throat, slut, but you took it in first. You’re fastracking me too. Your tongued working the underside, your fingers in my ass, you take a few moments to love my balls, but.. I tell you that as soon as you make me cum, I’ll make you cum… while my cum is still in your mouth. No swallowing until you cum.

You suck harder, moan (you really do moan like a slut, you know. I really do slap your face with my cock, and you rub it against your cheek) and I pump all my cum, every drop (milked from my prostate) into your waiting slut mouth. As soon as the pleasure fades I put my face between your legs, slide my fist inside you, and lick your clit. You swish my cum like soda… and moan, careful not to swallow, spill or choke. You are a good girl, Mistress Catalina. You are my good girl, and I am, in this moment… your everything. I am He.

“Cum for the man you love.”  I order, licking your clit

“Cum for your man. Show me how I make you want it. Show me how you love that mouthful of cum”

Being a pain slut, A little stretching is all you need, along with the sluttiness of all that cum…
you don’t have to ask. You will soon. It’s time to put your collar on and remind you that you do have a Master, who loves you and knows what you need. I do. That’s why you do it. I give you the freedom of subspace. Just let go off all that madness, and be a slut. All you have to do is what? Whatever I say. Good girl. I’m proud of you. It’s time to bring out the Liberator and bend you over… slut. Time for some loving pain. What you need.

I have never, ever, ever, been more powerful than I am right now. If Sally [the babysitter] was home, you would be getting raped right now. I’m not kidding. You would be getting fucked so hard that you would have cum before you even were fully awake.

Put that in your book, angel. Block out 90 minutes to be a submissive little slut. It’s time.

Yep, this is really Thursday's Child!

So Mr. Kink and I are both looking forward to the day when Thursday’s Child, Narration by D, Catalina Loves, and Marky D. Sade are all in the same room together.  We’ve been talking for a while about it, and at some point in the near future it will happen, but until then we have email, text, Gchat, and Twitter.  Here is an email that Mr. Kink sent to Thursday.  The crazy hot thing to know about it - when I got home I had to call Thursday and she had to tell me about it herself and then tell me about how she went straight to D and told him that she had to cum…  and he helped her out with that!  Now that’s what I call love.

Oh Thursday, you’re beautiful. It warms my heart that my Catalina is an inspiration for you. I am so proud of her. I know the girl as well as the Icon. The fact that we both fell into this. I became a fetish writer, because I answered an ad. I jumped in b/c it was a job. Turns out I’m good at it, both in using it to earn money, but I’ve written under pseudonyms… I even had a naughty advice column. Catalina is a persona created by my wife as a means to flirt w/ me at work. Kaboom. Follow your bliss, and answer the door when opportunity knocks.

Yes, I will text you, assuming D is ok with it.

True love. We has it. And we move closer every day. We’re in our ninth year together, and all I want in life is in one pain in the ass redhead.  Now. I have your number. I know nothing of your life, aside from what Catalina tells me. D is a [censored - he's has a good guy job]. Yay for that. For real. I moved out to Oregon, from New Hampshire w/ my friend who went to Willamette Law School. It’s nice that he has a soul, a heart, and a great marriage. Testament to him.

On to you.
Yes.
Consider this.
You. At work. Wherever, whatever. Let’s say you’re an astronaut veterinarian tending to the space chimps. I don’t know. Fuck that. You’re not at work. You’re at the store. You’re in the canned foods aisle, your phone rings.

“Hello?”  You’re not familiar w/ the number, but you answer.
“Thursday?”
“Yes. Who’s this?”
“Hi! It’s Marky.”
“Marky! Wow, this is so unexpected! It’s nice to finally put a voice to a name.”
“Likewise. Hey, What are you doing?”
“I am standing in the grocery store deciding between basmati or jasmine rice (you’re in the rice aisle, now slut. Yeah. Rice).
“Wrong.”
“No really (a little bit off balance) I am literally standing in front of the rice.”
“Wrong. Do you know why you’re wrong?” (not in any way mean, menacing or even intimidating. Just certain.)
“Um. Ok. Why?”
“I’ll ask you again, and this time ask if you don’t know what to say, ok? ”
“Sure…?”
“What are you doing?”
“I don’t know. What am I doing?”
“You’re being a slut. You, right now, standing in front of the rice and dried beans, are getting wet. If I were there, I could bend you over and slide my cock right into your pussy without the least resistance. That’s a slut.”
no response
“Am I wrong?”
“No.”
“Are you wet?”
“You have no idea.”
“That’s because you’re a slut. Your heart is pounding. Your blood is running hot, and your pussy, your wet slutty whore pussy is dripping. All because a stranger called you a slut.”
You’re breathless. You’re maintaining composure, because you’re smart and sexy… and you are a slut. You dig this. You can’t wait to tell D.
“I am a slut.”
“I know that. Do you know that?”
“I do. I want you to fuck me so badly. I want you to make me your slut”
“I know you do. I’m going to take you there, Thursday. The filth will pour from your mouth as you open your body to me… to us. D and I will fuck you. He’ll show me what a good whore you are. And then, as a consultant, I’ll advise him how to take you to that next level. You’re his wife. You love him. You love him. I’ll take you there, and he can watch, and cum, and fuck Catalina while it happens. When I take you, it will be as a thief in the night.”

You want D and I to cover you with cum. All over. Slutty. Whorish…. there’s no spin you can put on it. You’re a cum slut. D and I will fuck you at the same time. Catalina and I will fuck you. I’ll show you, between long sweet kisses, how to give Catalina the best oral. I know how she ticks. I’ll show you how to call her a whore. Imagine that, little slut angel. Imagine Catalina sucking your cock. Imagine my fingers pulling your beautiful nipples while she takes you all in. Wearing her strap on. The one you’re about to use on……

I will cum in your mouth. Your tongue will please me in that most intimate area. And mine will do the same to you. Show me how well you know your man. Show me how you can belong to him. Show me how he belongs to you. Nothing’s hotter than topping a domme. You’ll see.

D, Show me how to make Thursday lose her mind. Catalina and I can both top you… hard and soft. We can all just fuck. We can all just chill naked and just touch.

Cum for me. As soon as you can after reading this. I don’t care if it’s in the bathroom at your parent’s house.

Do it, Your interior monologue should be “I’m a slut I’m a slut” Put that energy into it. Let it become a mantra.

Ok. I’m exhausted. 4 hours sleep. I’m just rambling.
So.
Yes.
Let’s play.
:)
Marky

The world of sex toys suffers from the stigma of naughtiness. One is usually forced to lower one’s expectations with regard to quality when buying sex products. The production values on a DVD of porn wouldn’t be expected to exceed that of a Sci Fi Original Movie. In general sex toys and furniture is overpriced, and sometimes… a bit dodgy.

Not so with Liberator. My wife, Catalina, and I recently picked up the Liberator Sex Wedge/Ramp Combo. The promise given by the website (very slick and professional, btw) was:

Liberator Wedge and Ramp nest together to form an angled pedestal upon which to make extraordinary love. Sessions last longer than ever, leading to orgasms of incredible intensity!

Imagine my delight when I discovered that to be true!  First of all, let me address the question of, “Why the hell do I need a sex wedge, much less a ramp. That sounds like riduculous hippy hocum.” Easy now, buddy. I know you’ve been burned before, often by hardon cream, and injected molded vaginas. But this is different. First of all, they’re amazingly well built. The material is light, but resilient. This isn’t the same dorm room foam furniture you get a Wally World. This stuff is made of quality material, inside and out. The reason I’m harping on the quality is that the Wedge/Ramp Combo cost about $300 bucks, when we got ours. The Black Label version is, anyway. Now they’re on sale for $255. It’s less than a PS3, and you’ll have way more fun. The Black Label comes in black, and has a blindfold, straps, cuffs, and attachments, all for bondage lovin’.  Again, everything is quality. The microfiber material is comfortable (no rug burn) and cleans easily. Also… there’s a practical side as well, in that the covers can be removed and machine washed. Nice.

On to the function. It is amazing. I fucked Catalina for at least a half hour, and I mean I fucked her. Doggy style, porno thrusts, and it was comfortable. When you order a set, Liberator asks for your measurements, down to the inseam, and now I see why. These things fit us as a couple. Catalina was nestle ergonomically in the ramp/wedge, and her ass was at perfect, I mean perfect, height and and angle for perfectly efficient, effortless fucking. There was a nice long buildup, and when she came, it was intense. There was never a moment when I looked at my watch (you’ve all been there), or felt my back start to get sore, or my legs… nothing. It was fantastic!

So listen. Seriously consider Liberator Sex Furniture. I would have never thought it was true, but it is. This stuff makes sex much much better. The best thing is, it’s worth the price. It is furniture for real, and it will last for years.

You may be aware that Catalina has had a rough go of it lately. Her back and shoulder have been severely messed up, but lots of drugs, and a new TENS unit are taking care of that. The other night, I laid her down on the bed, and was going to beat her ass red, but instead, her SLUT collar proudly shining, she wanted wax. Now the neat thing about this whole time is that she’s in a pain slut mode, and the meds make her very stout and resilient. This means I can flog her until my arm is sore, spank her until my hand is red, and cane her until her dripping pussy is too much to resist.

But anyone who knows me, knows that I love nipples. I pulled them and bit them and BIT them and BIT them, and she was riding the pain in bliss. Totally my slut. My property. My whore. She sucked my cock a little, but it hurt her neck, so as she sucked my balls, I reached for the candle.

I must mention that she was wearing a blindfold, and her hands were bound together, albeit with a length of rope between them. The flickering flame was the only light in the room. She was on her back, mouth open slightly in what I call her Sex Mouth. That means that she is a cum hungry cock slut, or a cock hungry cum slut (in that moment). I aimed the first drop at her left nipple, and it struck as she moaned. Ordinarily, we have to ease into wax play, or else it’s too much too soon, like getting into a too hot bath. This time, with the drugs, she moaned like I just slid my fingers inside her. “The pain is sooooo goooood.” she moaned.

I let the wax rain down carelessly. With the drugs dulling her senses, she truly was my slut to hurt. The wax landed square on her perfect pink clit, and she raised her hips to fuck it. I slapped her face and made her tell me filthy things, things that remain between us. She rubbed my cock against her smooth cheek and slapped it, and I took the hint and slapped her face with my cock. I spread her open and she begged for more pain. She was completely a painslut, more than I’ve ever known her to be. She wanted my cum all over her face, mouth, tits, cunt, everywhere. She wanted a group of men watching me fuck her like the slut she was, and jerk off all over her. She was, in that moment, a true and perfect slut. Anyone could have fucked her, and she would have given over to them completely. Not in her heart, or even in a D/s way, but in a fuck way. You know what I mean. I told her that, as I took the Magic Wand and pushed it hard against her clit.

I took my cock away from her face long enough to slap the wax off her tits. She wanted more. I grabbed her nipples with my fingernails dug in, and pulled. I bit her flesh. I called her filthy names, she was riding the edge and it was so good, but exhausting.

I took our bottle of lube, spread her open, and just poured it in. Then, before she could even process what was happening, I shoved my whole fist into her tiny, pink, pussy. All the way to cervix. All the way… deep. Women, you know exactly what I did. And it was flawless. She cried out, “What is that?” (blindfolded remember) and when I said, “That’s my fist, you slut.” she started shuddering. The pain, the domination, the drugs, the sheer depravity… my other hand resumed the clitoral overload with the Hitachi, and she started to shake and whimper, and tell me that she was a slut, a whore, a analslut, a cockslut, (more and more desperate) and so on. I opened and closed my fist, as much as I could, and the pain was her lover. She relented at last, and the orgasm made her rigid and clenched, under she shattered with a shudder, and I was holding her tiny, sobbing body in my arms. She cried with release, and catharsis. I kissed her, and loved her, and treasured her back to the waking world.

“Thank you.” she sighed breathlessly. She’s my girl. Now and forever. I know what she needs, and how far she can go, and she’s an adventurer, she always wants what’s next. Bring it.

It was great sex.

[Photographer/Model? This was emailed to me]

My little girl is hurt. She has had a horrible spasm in her trapezius, and aside from downing a prodigious amount of flexeril and valium, Catalina hasn’t been very slutty. Too much pain. This has been going on for weeks now, steadily escalating in intensity, and infirmity. She’s sleeping now, for the first time in days. That’s how all the work gets done on the blogs. She just stays up and writes, with a heating pad on her shoulder, and bong in hand. That’s why there hasn’t been much activity here lately. When she’s better, I will beat her into the submissive cumslut we all love. Until then, she’s my little girl who needs Daddy to tend her. In the meantime, here’s my cock. (you’re welcome) :-)

[photography by Altered Aperture]

“How much do you love me, John?” she asked. He answered, “How much do I love you? Count the stars in the sky. Measure the waters of the oceans with a teaspoon. Number the grains of sand on the seashore. Impossible, You Say?” - Marky On The Beach

I am so proud of you. You are breathtaking. You are a bombshell. You are a MILF. You are a sex goddess. You are Catalina. You are everything, because you’re amazing in your depth and complexity.

I will clamp you, with cuffs on your arms and legs, to an X frame. You will be naked. I will take the coarsest hemp rope and bind your tits until they throb. I’ll wrap the rope around your neck in a nice bit of predicament bondage, so that if you raise your head too far, you’ll tighten the ropes around your perfect tits. Then I’ll use a crop on your nipples until they’re hard and purple. I’ll slap your pretty face too. You’re My whore. You exist for My pleasure.

I will often check your pussy and see how wet you are, slut. Then I’ll use a nice flogger to pummel your torso and cunt. Five minutes with the magic wand on your swollen clit, while repeating, “I’m a slut” over and over, will leave you completely defenseless.

I take you down and lay you across My knee. I beat your ass with a wooden paddle until it glows red like a coal. Occasionally I’ll fist your wet cunt, ignoring any cries of discomfort. You need to hurt. You need this.

I put clamps on your nipples (still bound) and bend you over a chair, the weights hanging painfully. I fuck you roughly, alternating ass and cunt, deep and hard, pulling your hair and choking you. Drool hangs from your mouth, and you can’t catch your breath, but… you would let Me take you away. You are mine. Lucky girl.

You’re still sobbing out what a whore you are, how you’re My fuck toy, My property, but you hear me whispering something, in time with the thrusts of my cock.

“You’re beautiful.” I repeat with each thrust. Nothing else changes. I’m still pulling your hair, slapping your ass, completely owning you, but… “You’re beautiful.”

You shatter into a million diamonds. The hot throb of My cum in your pussy is the gravity pulling you back together. You don’t know if you’re crying or laughing. You’re just in my arms as I unbind you, and release your poor nipples.

I carry you, like a little girl, to bed, and rock you to the best sleep of your life.  In the morning you awake to the feeling of Me cumming in your mouth, before you’re even awake, your slutty nature sucks and swallows Me. But… that’s another day.

Your Master wants pictures of you playing with His pussy. And tits. And toys. Wet. Slutty.

You are my one and only. I have never known anything like our love. I haven’t the words to express the depth and breadth of my feelings for you. You are truly my better half. To be without you is agony, and to lose you would truly be hell. I know eternity for I know how long I need to sing my love. I know heaven because you love me. I know love because you’ve given me nothing but. I know joy because you’ve given me a baby. I know family because we’ve created one, from the shards of our own. I treasure every moment with you, and I pledge to make our earthly life as full and rich as our hearts.

I had a wonderful time with you last night. Thank you for spending so much time, energy, and moisture on pleasing me. Good girl. You made me feel incredible for hours. I loved every moment. I love fucking my slut wife. I love being intimate, more and more as we grow together, with my best friend, and making love with my soulmate. You’re perfect for me. I love you with all my heart, and hard on.

Every day I am humbled by your love, impressed by you intelligence, moved by your compassion, inflamed by your passion, tickled by your humor, and fulfilled by your mere existence. You are everything to me. I love you. Without you, life is essentially empty.

[Photography by Melvin Moten, Jr. / Erocrush]

It’s been awhile since you’ve gotten one of these. I trust you remember how to behave?

Once the baby is asleep, we are going to get in the shower. You are going to wash me with love and as much submissive attention as you can muster. Then you will shave me smooth. Pay attention, kitten, because that which you shave you will soon lick/suck/adore. You are a cocksucking slut. You love using your mouth. It gets you so worked up that you can’t help but be my whore. It’s ok. I love you, and I always give you lots of cum.

Once I am shaved, we will switch places, and Daddy will wash his little girl. The little girl with the angel skin and red hair. We will not shave you. We’re taking pictures. Before we leave the bathroom, I grab your throat, look you in the eyes, and finger your pink, wet pussy… the pussy that always makes you my slut. I tell you that this is real, and tonight you are a sub first and foremost. No cutting corners, Catalina. I kiss you tenderly as I give you my cumwet finger to suck.

Then it’s to the bedroom, where you gather your collar, cuffs, and lead. After dressing you in your slutwear, I instruct you to lick and suck my balls, made smooth by the devoted attention of Daddy’s little girl (slut).
You will suck me off, and take my cum deep in your throat. You will be the best cumslut in the world, with your dripping cunt firing your passion.

Then…
Daddy will take pictures.
Then…
Daddy will fuck you.

You will cum. You will belong to Me. I will give you respite, and rest. Only I know that you truly love to serve, suck, and swallow. My secret slut. No one knows that you need to be taken, to be dominated. You get crazy. Realize this. You are my Whore. My Slut. Your pussy is Mine. I can take you at any time. My love and respect is like no other’s, and we often just hang out, but this evening, for a little while… you are Mine.

Good girl.

This is something I wrote almost a year ago (Marky D. Sade here) and it made a big splash on the site on which it was featured. Enjoy.

We humans are an interesting breed. We have so many facets to our personality, to our being, that we’re more like a confederacy, or a coalition government, than a single consciousness. If the human psyche were a computer operating system, it would be Windows. For the purposes of this screed we’ll say Windows XP, because I’m familiar with it much more than Vista. Ok.
Here’s the deal. Windows XP, and the releases the precede it, like Windows Me, 2000, 98, 95, 3.1, etc) are built upon the framework of the older versions. I can dig into the system files of my XP, and find old programs that go back 15 years or more. They’re still there. They’re just dormant. Just like old impulses in our psyche. We’re not too far away from the days when wolves were, literally, at our door, and people did get eaten by bears.
I bring this up because nowhere do I see this stratification of personae more clearly than during sex.
My wife and I have great sex. We have amazing sex. Seven years together, and we have more, and better, sex than when we met. We’re adventurers, she and I. There has always been a subtle power play dynamic with us (usually in the form of Daddy and his girl) but lately we’ve moved into straight up D/s play. Although my adoration for my wife sometimes echoes of John and Yoko, in the bedroom I am dominant. Although my wife describes herself as bossy and always right, in the bedroom (with me) she is submissive. Now, we have tried swtiching it around, and although it was hot, it only reinforced the reality that I am primarily a Dom (within this dynamic). So, how does one go from rubbing her furrowed brow and fetching her drinks, to tying her up in the manner of Japanese rope bondage, and dripping hot wax on her tits, while making her tell me what a whore she is?
Simple.
Love, trust, and a sense of adventure. Contrary to the myth, bondage, BDSM, D/s, all that noise is play. Who doesn’t like having their hair pulled during sex? Who doesn’t like a slap on the ass, or simply being taken? That’s all leftover stuff from our time as simpler mammals. Ever seen cats fuck? With the neck biting? I think it’s the same little genetic code, except it can be triggered with hair pulling (or erotic choking… a hand on the throat… sexy), or a slap on the ass.
We all have untold vistas and horizons within us, ripe for exploration. I am truly blessed in that I am married to my (although I shudder at the word, it fits) soulmate. Not only is she my wife, she’s my best friend (aawwwwww) so we have an intimacy, and a shared naughtiness that allows us to be pretty open about stuff that is stupid outside of moment.

I called my wife a whore.

More specifically, I asked her if she was a whore. We were fucking, hard, and intensely, and she was riding that plateau… waiting for that one thing to take her over the edge. I took one of her perfect nipples in my fingers, and pinched/pulled. Excellent. She loves that (me too. I’m all about nipples), but this time, I also leaned into her face and asked, “Are you a whore?”

There was a sharp intake of breath, and her pussy clenched spasmodically, but she didn’t answer. I pulled her hair hard, exposing the white flesh of her neck, which I licked and bit (while fucking, mind you.)
“Answer me.”

Her breath was hitched and ragged. “I can’t.”

A little slap on the cheek. My voice is stern now. “Are. (slap) you. (slap) a. (slap) whore? (slap)”

“Yes, Daddy. I’m a whore.” The word whore shuddered out of her like an excorcised demon, and her pussy was literally dripping around my cock.

“Tell me.” I said, my hand stroking her tits

“I’m a whore. I’m a slut. I’m a cum slut. I’m a fuck slut. I’m an anal slut.” The words poured out of her now. I fucked her hard and rough for seemed like hours but couldn’t have been more than a minute.

“You’re my slut.”

“Yes, Daddy. Only your girl…. only your whore.”

“Now, come!” and did she ever. I did too. I pulled out of her heaving, sobbing, cumming body, and came in her yummy (newly submissive) mouth, all the while stroking her hair, and telling her what a good girl she was to tell daddy the truth.
I snuggled her close and kissed her to a sleep of perfect innocence.

Wednesday: Sweet Catalina and I lay together in bed. We always try to be touching. There’s an undercurrent of love that is always flowing. It sounds hippy dippy, I know, but… we are hippy dippy. I was giving her skitchies (in Mr. and Mrs. Kink vernacular, this means scratches) and wound up skitching her between her legs. Well, time passed and the skitchies turned to rubs, and soon enough those legs parted (without a word), and I slid a finger under her panties, and felt the silky pink smoothness of her wet pussy. I slid two fingers into her, and pressed her g-spot. She sighed, and moved her hips against me. I got up, turned out the lights, television, etc. and when I returned, she gave me a playful look and pointed at my cock and then at her (sweet perfect, soft) mouth. I knelt by her head (she’s laying down, remember) and reached over and starting fucking her with my fingers.

She took me all the way into her throat, in one motion, and pressed her face, as hard as she could, against me. It was incredible. There was that extra little zing because she was obviously getting me off. As I was buried in her throat, she moved her tongue around the base of my cock in a manner unlike anything before. Catalina gives great head, that’s a no brainer. She loves pleasing, teasing, and cum. She was in pleasing mode, although I must say we had no D/s element in this. She wasn’t my little slut sucking off Daddy, or anything like that. It was simply husband and wife lovemaking.

I looked down and watched her sucking my cock. I love that. She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and there’s an element of wow. She’s sucking my cock! And she loves it. My fingers are pumping (up and down more than in and out) in her wet pussy, and my sweet love starts moaning around my cock. Her g-spot orgasms don’t have the “squeeze squeeze” action preceding them, like her clitoral orgasms have, so I have to focus on her voice.

“Are you going to cum?” I ask her.

“Mmmm-hmmm!” She moans, my cock deep in her throat.

Of course saying it is sexy and she starts cumming, her pussy wet and tight, as she cries out and trembles, but never stops sucking my cock.

I remove my fingers, and she starts licking and sucking my balls, as she strokes my cock hard and fast. The energy is building, and Catalina has found exactly how I like my balls handled. She always gets it right, and makes my orgasms so much better. She knows I’m about to cum, because my whole body is shaking and I can’t stop moaning. Sometimes when I cum she takes me deep in her mouth, and I pump cum right down her throat. Sometimes she sucks the tip and fills her mouth, shows me, and swallows. This time I was going to cum all over her perfect tits. Her tongue and mouth made me fire cum all over her tits, in thick streams, while she sighed approvingly. It was heaven.

“Will you rub it in?” she asked, sweetly. “It’s good for my skin.”

“Of course, angel. I love you!” I replied. And I did.

We went to sleep telling each other how much in love we are, still. True love is amazing

My little girl works hard. She is a pro domme, yes… she’s my little girl but everyone else’s boss. She’s pretty much my boss too, outside the bedroom. This story will help illuminate that dynamic. Being an excellent, classy, loving domme brings in much more cabbage than being an excellent, classy, loving Dom fetish writer. It’s a bit weird, but undeniably good for our family. Yay, Buttercup!

Yesterday I woke her at noon. I get up with the baby, as she’s usually out late working. I brought her a soda, and we laid in bed as she checked her email, and blog stats, on her laptop. As usual I laid next to her, stroking my cock. She was sitting up, wearing a black cashmere cardigan and a Victoria’s Secret black thong. Hence the masturbation.

I drop of precum glistened on the head of my cock, and I said, “Catalina, look at that.”

She threw me a glance, over her glasses, and paused. She leaned over, and licked the precum off. She then took me all the way in her mouth, and worked the underside with her tongue. Heaven.  Her position was an awkward one, so I wasted no time in stroking and working up to the wonderful orgasm.

She said, “Will you cum in my mouth, Daddy?”  Licking the head as my fist pumped up and down. I gasped, “All the way down. All the way!” and shot a thick pulse of cum right down her throat. It was so intense she couldn’t move.  Very unique.  Very loving. Very intimate.

God, she’s beautiful.  We laugh all the time.

You wouldn’t know it to look at us. We’re pretty normal looking people, whatever that means. However, our lives are in many ways more hedonistic than the reign of Caligula… and much better than the movie. We have a wonderfully loving, amazingly deep and tender love. We spend as much together, meaningfully so, as we can. We’re a kinky version of John and Yoko, for good or ill. We are not, as Tom Paine pointed out, polyamorous, because we don’t love anyone else, or seek relationships independant of the couple dyad. Polyfuckery, maybe? Our love is a solid bond. Our lust, however, has a longer leash. What we engage in, again per Tom Paine of Polyamorously Perverse, is hotwifery (or more accurately, hot spousery.) We flirt, we engage, we tease, we test, and we do it all with the full knowledge and consent of the other. No nights are spent anywhere but together. Catalina is a pro-domme, and yet when we’re sexual you can be 95% sure that I’ll be dominant. My girl is the most angelic slut you’ll ever meet.

We know the value of love, and it’s ephemeral nature. Love must be recognized, treasured, honored, and cultivated. Each of us has a universe inside us. We’re all, at our core, divine, so how can anyone truly grow tired of another. I know, it happens all the time.

We’re adventurers. We like exploring the outer reaches of inner space, and we like playing around with sense pleasures.

We are both insiatiably curious, and totally addicted to each other. I’m her Daddy and she’s my little girl. It’s nice.

We’ve had a select few share our bed with us. Each time was amazing, and at no time was damage done. We…. really don’t fit into categories well, as we’re so fluid. I’m getting pretty new agey, and preachy. Let’s just conclude with this. I fuck my beautiful slutty wife all the time. In a million different ways. Sometimes I choke her and call her a whore, sometimes a hold her close, and grind deeply, telling her how much I love her. Sometimes we just fuck. We mix it up, keep it fresh.

Hello, little girl

I know you’re busy w/ the holidays, but I want you to take three times today, even in the bathroom if needed, to rub my pussy, and squeeze my tits while you think of being tied up, hogtied like a little whore, while I use you for my slut. I fuck whatever hole that pleases me, and I cane your ass bright red. Daddy knows how much of a slut you really are. Daddy will hurt you so nice, and feed you his hot cum. You’ll always drink Daddy’s cum, won’t you, Slut?

You have a Daddy. Someone to keep nothing from. You can totally be yourself here. You’re still You. You’re everything you are out there, and more. Here, with Daddy, you have the gift of servitude. You burn for it. You need me to make you be my slut. Your ego…bad girl. On your knees. Let me show you how a whore sucks cock. You’ll learn every inch of Daddy, and what makes him moan. I want you to truly ache for my cum. For my touch. You need a Daddy. You need a fixed point in your crazy world.

You need an escape.

I want to see your wet pussy, spread wide for Daddy. I want to see toys inside you. I want to see you naked. I want to see you. Daddy’s girl.

I want to hurt you. I want to take you over the edge, to complete chaos, madness, and surrender. I’ll take you apart and put you back together, better. There’s a big psychological component to D/s. Daddy knows where the tears are. Where the screams are. Where the pain is. Daddy knows what happened, you poor girl. Why you need the pain, why you need to be a slut. You’re not worthless. You’re not useless. If you were, who would want you? You’re a miracle. That’s why Daddy writes you on Christmas Eve.

You are worthy of the love you crave. Not just blind, townie “I love you cuz you love me” love…. no. You have dreams. Daddy will help you.

Now I’m going to wake Catalina by gently sliding my cock up her ass, and easing her into slutspace.

You must cum three times for me today. All three times you must force yourself to need me. Open that door you hate to open, and let the need… the need wash over you. Daddy’s cum is like communion. Take. Eat. This is my body.

Hello and welcome to Mr. and Mrs. Kink (dot com).

I started writing Catalina Loves about 8 months ago when He started writing for Quips and Chains, a fetish blog owned by AEBN. We’ve both contributed to each others’ blog, but we decided to start our own couples blog and join the others that we have enjoyed, like Married Exploits.