And she was taking off her dress
And she was moving very slowly
Rising up above the earth
Moving into the universe and she’s
Drifting this way and that
Not touching the ground at all and she’s
Up above the yard
The world was moving, she was right there with it
and she was
The world was moving, she was floating above it
and she was
I’ve been a busy man of late, Miss Tumblr.
It feels like it’s been a while since I entered you last, weaving my sin inside your wetness with my lexical ambition.
A week marked by jet-setting for the dog and pony show that is my career, good sleep has been a luxury I’ve lost I fear. Tumblr has been all but nonexistent, and I’ve been missing your insides. They just feel so warm and wonderful.
I usually use this forum as a means to express whatever I am thinking at the moment, and right now, though my head is pounding, what is on my mind are the words of a few Miss Tumblrs recently. A handful of ladies who comprise the Cohort of Lost Orgasms.
Women who, specifically, have never reached more than one orgasm in an experience with another.
Well well, Kitty Cat. Just ease back and let Papa run his game on you now.
I am going to perform a concerto with your imagination. I’ll play your hopes like a cello. Just listen to the music, and dance with me.
Now, this post is going to be a bit different. Every time you see brackets “[“, I am telling you exactly what I want you to do.
Mr. Blog just spotted a challenge in you, young lady. Take those panties off so you can embrace the sexuality that is a gift to you and you alone. If you decide to come dance with me, I’m going to make your body mine for a moment.[Now if you can, I want you to find a room, lock the door and take all your clothes off. Everything. Get in the headspace and sexiness you need. Now spit on your fingers and start to rub your clit. Dig inside yourself to keep yourself wet from time to time. Most importantly, however you need to, if it’s a vibrator or your fingers, play and when you do – aim for cumming. Don’t wait. Don’t edge. Force yourself through it because I want more than one from you today].
Now while you slide those panties down, imagine a middle-aged businessman in a black suit, walking right towards you as you wait nervously outside a cafe to meet Mr. Blog. He has been planning this with you for some time now. The man who somehow convinced you to let your guard down, all so you would let him make your body burst like a dying star.
As he approaches you, the silhouette is all you see of a bald man until the well-kept beard comes into focus. Then, the sunglasses tilt upward and the eyes that you expect to be dark and ominous are green and warm, so your nervousness eases up a bit.
He says nothing at first. Grabs your wrist, pulls you upward and towards him, and then shocks you when he kisses you immediately. He is not one to wait until the end of the date to set the tone.
You naturally push away, and then he naturally pushes right back into you as he steals your kiss. This one single very act could be a metaphor for the type of man you have on your hands. You recognize it, turn weak, melt, and allow your kiss to be stolen from you.
You are soaking wet already when you notice he never let go of your wrist. He drops enough money to cover the drink you ordered plus the tip and guides you out onto the sidewalk. He stops you and asks you “Do you trust me?”. You pause, knowing that you probably should say no, but you know deep down that you do, so you say “Yes.”
He tells you to close your eyes, and you oblige. He unties the tie that is around his neck, and with it, he blindfolds you, right there, in public. A woman standing there in front of passing cars and pedestrians, looking amazing in a black dress, with now a black tie fixed to her, giggling nervously.
He grabs your hand, walks you to the crosswalk, across the street, into the lobby of the JW Marriott, right past the front desk, to which He says “it’s her birthday so I’m surprising her.”
You cannot help but to be a brat and say “actually it’s not. He is just a total pervert” as you keep on giggling. He an exhibitionist at heart so the fact people now question if he is going to be fucking you later just gives him pride. After all, you look absolutely stunning; any man would be proud.
Up the elevator, out into the corridor, you walk, then wait, then a keycard beeps and you become restless trying to make conversation while you are met with a dismissive “we are almost here.”
Once through the doors, he walks around you slowly, puts his hand on the back of your shoulder, kisses the back of your neck, and you are hoping he will remove your blindfold now. As you go to reach for it, he pulls your hand down and says “that wouldn’t be a wise decision on your part if you knew what was good for you.”
He tactfully and slowly takes off your dress to find matching bra, panties, and stockings. He undoes your bra as your breasts feel the release and the cool air. You giggle again in obvious nervousness. He walks around to the front of you, stares at you while he pulls off his sports coat, shoes, unbuttons his shirt, and then walks towards you again after what felt like an eternity as you stood there topless and blindfolded.[Now you should be cumming soon so why not just wait right here and stop reading until you do. Rub that beautiful pussy and let your mind wander a bit into what might happen next. Once you do, then please, read on. If you are a good girl, you may have already cum. I think all girls want to be a Good Girl, don’t they?]
He then walks over to you, slides his hands on both sides of your panties, and pulls them down enough for gravity to take over as they drop to your feet. He takes a step back and watches you. He says something in a very clear and distinct tone: “Now touch her.”
You want to be a good girl so you do. He is intently watching you as he pours himself a bourbon on ice. You are soaked but still nervous as you hear the big square ice cube hit the bottom of his glass. He takes a sip, sets his drink down, and your heart really starts racing now.
He is walking over to you and you know something is going to happen, for certain.
His breath tastes of whiskey and you love it. He is less than an inch from you when you hear “Good Girl. Now you are mine.”
His hand goes right over your wet fingers up against your pussy and he guides you as you both rub your clit together.
The tone changes faster than you were expecting. A hand around your neck and you are pushed up with your back against a wall. He is the one fingering you now and your clit is on fire. He drops to his knees, his left hand rubbing your clit intensely and two fingers inside you with his right hand, pushing into your G Spot and he works you like he was made for nothing else.
As you start to cum from your clit, he eases up on you and forces you to wait and edges you, all while he brings your G Spot to the same point of no return. When he sees it happening in you, he doubles down on your clit and forces you to cum from both inner and outer at the same exact moment.
A feeling you’ve never known was possible wrecks your body as you experience the height of a clit shock with the duration of a G Spot orgasm and you collapse while standing up in what feels like a never-ending orgasm of epic magnitude. You shake like a leaf and he grasps your body, holding you as your orgasm finally ends.
The blindfold comes off. “You did good, Kitten”, he assures you. Then he pulls you to the bed, and that is when you see the cuffs fixed to each bedpost. You think to yourself “Fuck. I’ve have come this far, why not?” He pushes you into your back and ignores the restraints for now while he devours your pussy like a maniac. “Un-fucking-real” is all you can think as you cum within two minutes and just as he makes you cum he ups the tempo again and makes you cum again shortly after. Four orgasms have hit you already and he hasn’t even taken his clothes off yet.
He takes your heels off and positions your body spread across the bed, puts his tie over your eyes again, grabs your left ankle, clamps down the cuffs, then the right ankle, then both wrists. Then he plugs something in.
Blindfolded, you ask “wait, what is that?”. He is a total smart-ass and can’t help but to see the joke opportunity, and says “It’s a web conference video camera. Say hi to my business partners” as he laughs like a dick. “Very funny,” you say as you remember what drew you to him in the first place. Then he says, in a serious and warm tone, “Don’t worry, baby girl. You will love what it is, I promise you that. But it’s a secret for now. Just trust me.”[I never said you could ease up, Miss Tumblr. Remember, I want you to cum, as much as you can. Push through. Go for more. Be the girl in the story.]
He climbs up onto the bed adjacent you and puts his left hand on your stomach. Two fingers go inside you and firmly start pushing into your G Spot. You know he wants to make you squirt. Hard. Faster. Wetter now. You feel like you are going to pee and orgasm at the same time and it’s becoming way too intense now. But you hold strong and don’t use your safe word. Now it is coming and you feel the intensity of your internal orgasm peak as you squirt over and over and your pussy is beating like a drum now. You can feel it throbbing while you come back down to earth.
As you recover you hear him taking off all his clothes. You are warmed inside at the idea that a naked and hard man is standing right next to you but frustrated that you can’t see him or touch him at this moment.
He kneels next to your face, frees one arm of yours, then the other, and proceeds to shove his cock in your mouth. You love this. You were curious what his cock was like and you were pleasantly surprised to find a nice hard thickness that you know will rock you. Goddamn, you love sucking cock and you show him what you are all about this moment. He is trying to maintain just as he reaches for the Hitachi and sets it right up against your clit and lips and turns it on.
You buck but can’t go anywhere. He pulls your blindfold off and sees your sexy eyes as you lose your mind. Cumming more times than you knew was possible in rapid succession. These orgasms just feel different. Not more intense. Just different.
He lets you recoup for a moment one more time while he releases your ankles, then flips your legs back, licks you from ass to clit, and pushes a plug inside your ass. Hitachi still on the bed next to you making you nervous.
He pulls his hard cock into his hands and rests it on your pining pussy lips. He splits you and shoves his cock inside and immediately you fall apart. Your pussy has never wanted dick more in your life and the presence of him filling you now is unspeakable. A thumb running circles over your clit and a hand around your neck as he fucks you with his eyes and his dick at the same time.
You cum two more times and then he unloads inside you. Your cream pie is now filled and as soon as it starts to seep out of you, he grabs your hand, and you know exactly what to do as you spoon your pussy juice mixed in his cum into your mouth and you hear the words…[“Good Girl.”]
Now Miss Tumblr, did you cum? How much? Do you need to read it again? Maybe watch some porn? Don’t get up until you hit a few and join the multiple orgasm club. It’s a nice club to join.
Also published on Medium.