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herdirtylittleheart:

It was my turn to read next, a hush fell over the excitable crowd as I sat down. I chose my favourite chapter from my most beloved smutty book, Disgusting Beautiful Immoral by the incomparable Guy New York. As I began reading Chapter 33, where the main characters two male lovers are orchestrating her ultimate gang-bang fantasy, I blushed hard thinking of how transparent this selection was… I knew in that moment I wouldn’t make it to the fucking part. Kitten was hidden under the table, pressing the hitachi against my clit, through my lace bodysuit, while the crowd watched with cheers and giggles, drinks in hand and smirks on faces. 

Reading allowed me to avoid eye contact with the audience, but their titters and snickers reminded me their eyes were on me as I read about Kelly covered in cum. The poly-friendly selection proved to be a relevant choice, several of my female guests hollered “RIGHT?!?” when the narrator mused at how difficult it was to find appropriate gang-bang participants. “I didn’t want one of those guys to feel like he was getting something he deserved,” I read out loud, my voice shaking, “They were getting a gift, and they had to know it.”

Kitten expertly wielded the pulsing vibrations against my cunt and as my orgasm built I could hear myself reading faster and faster, my voice rising in pitch, like I was trying to outrun the need to cum. I giggled when I realized I had crumpled the pages in an effort to keep my composure. When I finally threw the book down and threw my head back shouting “FUCK” in exaltation the crowd erupted in cheers. 

Ivy read next, she admitted as she opened her book that she was notoriously sensitive and feared her reading might be concise. As I watched her blonde hair tumble down over her shoulders while she bowed her head to read I admired her bravery, travelling so far and volunteering to read in a room filled with strangers. 

Ivy’s selection was Bad Behaviour, by Mary Gaitskill, and as she moaned in delight she lamented to the crowd that she was only on the second paragraph. What followed was a gloriously sexy comedic performance as Ivy begged Kitten to let her at least make it past the first page. The crowd was howling with laughter and squealing with delight as Kitten, clearly encouraged by the sensual sounds Ivy made as she whined and gasped, forced her to orgasm to the sound of rousing applause. 

(Much thanks to Clayton Cubitt for inspiring our live homage to his Hysterical Literature series)

(Click here to read more.) 

Umm yes this was a very blushy thing I did.

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nankingdecade:

kinkycasey:

Sir didn’t expect me to be

so short.

Story of my life with Kitten.

HEY.

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nankingdecade:

I don’t know what you’re talking about, dear. The door was locked. No one came in here last night.

Remember the last time you imagined you were being raped in your sleep? It must be your needy little cunt and your silly head acting up again.

You’re not even trying to get better, are you? You’ll have to spend another night in the straitjacket. You can have your masturbation privileges back when you show us you really want to improve.

So maybe we’ve totally actually played this out before.

(Note: The scenario was played in a totally consensual context involving safewords and aftercare.)

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Hi, I’m stressed out and Sir went to bed early and I’m losing my motivation and I need attention and love, okay?

sadece-hayal:

♡ ℒℴѵℯ • ♡

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“You build up all these defenses. You build up a whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life… You give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages.” – Neil Gaiman, The Sandman.

So I totally just scandalized the middle-aged cashier at the CVS

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Him: I’ll take who’s next.
Me: Hi there.
Him: Do you have a CVS card?
Me: Yes, here.
Him: *rings up my shampoo no problem*
Him: *rings up my mixed nuts no issues there*
Him: *picks up the two things of lube (yes, I bought two, there was a 2-fer sale and I’m a savvy shopper)*
Him: …
Me: …
Him: Do you have a CVS card?
Me: Yeah, I just gave it to you.
Him: Oh. Oh. I meant do you want a bag? Sorry…sorry.
Me: Yes, please.
Him: Sure. Okay. Super. Sure. Okay. Okay. Okay. All right. Sure. Okay.

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The first time I saw Biggie’s Hypnotize video, the mermaid girls may have given me an idea or two.

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So, I’ve got a teensy hangover.

But it was worth it in recovering from having to deal with relatives visiting this past week and having to sit still at home while Sir went out on a first date yesterday afternoon.