Sunday, May 30, 2010

This Body

It is a body that wants, a lust that gnaws, a desire that eats away at the fabric of her everyday, a carnality that overtakes her in shattering waves, dizzying her mind, dissolving her boundaries. No matter how much or little it receives.

In the light of day, in the dark of night, it incessantly reaches out for more, hungry for masculine flesh new and familiar, ravenous for the manly exotic in its infinite variety, famished for domination and possession, starved for submission and surrender, longing for words and deeds and lips and hands and cocks and come.

The body, this body, her body.

This body that is mine.

Thursday, May 27, 2010

HNT: Twelve

It is a command voiced with the hoarseness of his desire, a command she follows breathlessly without question, a command that sets his skin on fire, a command inciting her yearning deep within, a command that has him aching, wanting, rigid, a command leading hands to her feverish form, a command that instinctively brings him to his knees, a command baring fair flesh against the scarlet screen.

(Remember to knock on Osbasso’s door to see this week’s gorgeous players…) 

Sunday, May 23, 2010


You are my hungry want incarnate
My need made flesh and blood
My carnality made juices, sweat and come

When my eyes sweep down along you
Imposing, muscular and strong
I see a man aching to release, submit, surrender

Intoxicating at close distance
Your scent a heady, lethal mix
Compels mind and body to thoughts primal and impure

Take, possess, command you
My slut, my toy, my whore
I will use you and exploit you for my pleasure

Strap you roughly, bind you crudely
To the base of the platinum bed
My body looming in tall spikes of shiny leather

Body splayed wide open
I will tease and taunt and feel
The arousal as it screams up from your core

Spend and mark and bruise you
My own cunt slave you will be
Here and now and forever more

Thursday, May 20, 2010

HNT: Eleven (One Redux)

Here we are again. Same room, same bed. Same dress.

Yes, it is. You remembered.

Of course, how could I forget?

Does this mean you approve of the repeat performance? I would have thought you might want something new.

You know very well I approve.


But, now that you mention it…

I knew it.

The dress, it has to go.

Deal. Next date, new dress.

No. It has to go. Now.

Excuse me?

You heard me. You have five seconds to get it off. Or, I’m taking it off for you. And I can’t make any guarantees about the state of the dress when I’m done with it.

How much time do I have?


I'm serious.

Yes, I know.

You’ve picked the wrong man to toy with.

Yes, but then we both know how much fun can be had toying with a wrong man.

You’ll pay the price for that kind of cheek.
Two and a half…

Promises, promises.

If you think the dress is the only thing that will be mauled by these hands, you’re sorely mistaken, my little minx.

Damn, you always know how to get me thumping.

The distraction tactic isn’t working.

What, no half? I don’t know, I think it might be. That’s a delicious bulge there, lover.


I love the way your cock strains against your jeans. There’s nothing more insanely sexy than the sight of an erection trapped in denim.


How I’d love to run my hand over you right now, firmly rubbing that pulsating rock with my fingers and palm.


Unzip you slowly, bending down to inhale your spicy, pungent scent.


Reach into your boxers, my fingers twining around your slippery heat, releasing you, gazing at your beautiful glory.


Stroke you slowly, surely, up and down, up and down, up and down, dipping to give your swollen head the smallest of licks.


Mmmm, you taste so fucking good.


Becoming impatient, my soft pink lips form the perfect “O” as I continue to stroke you, my other hand massaging your balls.


Nudging the head of your oozing dick through my lips, my tongue swirling and flicking, licking your delectable flesh lollipop as I look up to meet your gaze.


Hands curl around your arse as I tilt my head back, your rigid shaft sliding down my throat.


Pushing your entire length into me, your hips now thrusting, your cock fucking my mouth, my mouth fucking your cock.

You little slut. I'm going to tear that thing to shreds and fuck you until you scream.



(Remember to knock on Osbasso’s door to see this week’s gorgeous players… Happy 5th Anniversary HNT!)

Tuesday, May 18, 2010


She knew in an instant she wanted them both. She knew in mind, in body, in slick thumping sex she needed them both. In sweet succession. In pleasurable togetherness. In painful separation.

As she slips her hands under the table and begins to caress their inner thighs, her fingers progressively working their way to the rock-hard erections pulsating in their groins, she motions for them to lean in and listen.

With cheeks lightly flushed and tongue nervously moistening her rosy lips, she admits in a raspy murmur the thoughts, fantasies and desires rushing through and overtaking her.

The desire to consume the dark-haired submissive and blue-eyed dominant sitting beside her. The desire to make one her slut while the other makes her his.

The desire to be filled, stretched, torn open wide by cocks and mouths and hands rough and smooth. The desire to bind her submissive to the bed, use him, make him her cunt slave, graze his firm flesh with fingers and nails, ride his cock slow and deep, hard and fast, denying him the ecstasy of release until she is ready and sated.

The desire to be kissed and licked and sucked and marked with tender care and piercing abandon. The desire for her master to fuck her mouth as she is impaled on the other, his hands in her curls, hips thrusting, her hands on his balls, wound around his arse pushing him deeper into the back of her throat, wet, slurping sounds from her pussy and mouth filling the room.

The desire to be taken and possessed, defiled and debased. The desire for her blue-eyed man to take her away to the wall, to support her slight body with his large frame as he fucks her roughly, passionately, the small of her back slamming into the stucco, bruising fair skin, their tongues clashing, lips urgently devouring, her tight pussy clamping around his thick, throbbing hardness as her clit brushes against his stomach and they plunge headlong into their thunderous climax.

The desire to be seen and savoured, worshipped and adored. The desire to look over at her beautiful slut, chocolate eyes watching, immobilised body waiting, his spent cock finding new life again as he takes in the view.

The desire to be, all at once, in control and utterly surrendered.

Sunday, May 16, 2010


Before she finally takes her leave from him, she reaches into his trousers, delicately scoops a large creamy drop of his newly released passion and carefully shines her pink, upturned mouth.

And as she strolls home with the autumnal sun warming her spent and marked body, she slowly and deliberately licks the peaks of her lips savouring every last trace of his delicious gloss.

Thursday, May 13, 2010

HNT: Ten

The rules of the game are absolute.

Discard your inhibition.
Cast your boundaries aside.
Immerse yourself in pleasure’s infinite variety.
Embrace your carnal hunger.
Dive into your insatiable greed.
Take what you want.
Give what I need.

Are you ready?
It’s time to begin.

(Remember to knock on Osbasso’s door to
see this week’s gorgeous players…) 

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Wonder Lust

Each glimpse of him is a breathless revelation. Each view an assault on her raw inarticulate passion. Each moment he is before her, she can not resist the lure of his perfection. She can not help but drink him in, sink into him, submerge herself completely in him.

And wonder.

About his touch, his scent, the softness of his lips. The strength of his arms, the flavour of his skin, the view of his nakedness walking toward her. The familiar yet distinct way her body will open, surrender and bruise as he savagely fucks her from behind with his diamond-hard shaft.

Sunday, May 9, 2010

The Others

When my own darkness descends, when I can no longer make sense of my place in the world, I find comfort in the shadows of others. In the words that speak of love and loss and passion and pain. In the words that light up the screen and ink the page. In the words that tear me apart and put me back together.

Thursday, May 6, 2010

HNT: Nine

He takes her by surprise, so much so she needs to steady herself against the wall, the warm, newly showered body now tingling as it meets the chill of the stucco.

From below, his large commanding hands explore the arch of her back and the thin band of black satin across her hips before cupping, possessing then spreading the blushing cheeks to burrow face, nose, lips, tongue into her softness, kissing, licking, slurping, seeking out her juicy essence, gorging on the plump pinkness, savouring the shocks of pleasure progressively weakening her knees.

Rising to his feet, impatience finally breaking over his sweaty naked flesh, he spins her round to face him. For a brief moment, eyes roam and absorb the damp tousle plastering her neck, the rosy nipples beckoning for attention, the arms stretching out wide, at once bracing and inviting. But as the throb in his groin snaps back his attention, he lifts her slight body, breathlessly nudges the soaked g-string aside and in one mouth-watering thrust impales her with his thick, pulsating cock as his greedy mouth swallows the sweet moans of affirmation.


(Remember to knock on Osbasso’s door to see this week’s gorgeous players…)

Sunday, May 2, 2010

In Want

I wanted it all.

The possibility, the promise, the risk.
The pleasure, the pain, the complexity.
The body of strength, of weakness, of beauty exotic.
The sweet laughter, the scars, the luminous soul.
The fucking, the sex, the making of love.
The cuts, the bruises, the soothing hereafter.
The light-hearted banter, the debates deep and raging.
The words, the silence, the sound of him coming.
The man, the master, the lover, the whore.
The wordsmith, the artist, the poet.

I wanted it all.
I want it all still.

But it can no longer be.

And so the want is left achingly wanting.
Until it fades out of mind, out of body, out of sight.