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“Good girls who do naughty things.. get punished.” ‘nuff said. Making his triumphant return to the Library dais, this is… dirtystorytime: I could hear her giggling from the bedroom. Just the faintest little “tee hee hee&rdq
dirtystorytime: “You’re allowed to say 3 words. That’s all. And if you break the rules, I will spank you. And I don’t mean your ass. You are allowed to say yes. Do you understand me, Princess?” “Yes, sir.” She answered. Already breaking
dirtystorytime: I’ve seen a million times on every different blog, anyone who posts questions, anyone who answers them, anyone who gives advice. I’m positive it’s the most commonly asked question I’ve ever seen, related to sex. “Does size
dirtystorytime: “You’re allowed to say three words. That’s all. And if you break the rules, I will spank you. And I don’t mean your ass. You are allowed to say yes. Do you understand me, Princess?” “Yes, sir.” She answered.
dirtystorytime: “I need new clothes,” she whined. I could hear the pout on her face before I even turned around. I smiled as I did turn towards her. She stood in the doorway to my office completely naked. Her big brown eyes got me every time.
dirtystorytime: As we lay together after, just touching and being close. The conversation turned philosophical. “Do you ever wonder,” she said “how you’ll know when you’ve met the one?” “Nah,” I said “I’ll know" “How
dirtystorytime: How to treat a woman. Caress her face. Stare into her eyes. Love her. I by no means claim to be an expert. But to me romance is the time you spend NOT making love. Yes, all of that time. It’s a 24 hour a day job, loving your lady.
dirtystorytime: My tongue swirled around the rim of her ass before sliding upwards to her clit. Once there I focused my efforts there. My finger slipped back inside her. Short jabbing pokes as her juices flowed onto my hand. The silence was again broken.
dirtystorytime: “Are you enjoying the play?” I asked. Ever the gentleman. “I am, the actors are really very good.” She sipped her champagne. “I think I recognize that male lead.” “Yes, he was on TV. For a while
dirtystorytime: And she turned away. She took a step, as if to leave. “No.” I heard myself saying. It was all I could come up with. Through all the words that constantly floated through my head, they eluded me at this very moment when I neede
dirtystorytime: “You’re an asshole.” She yelled at me as we left the restaurant. “Wha— me? What’d I do?” I stammered back. “You stared at that waitress the entire meal.. and you gave her a 25 percent tip? Fuck you.
dirtystorytime: “You’re an asshole.” She yelled at me as we left the restaurant. “Wha— me? What’d I do?” I stammered back. “You stared at that waitress the entire meal.. and you gave her a 25 percent tip? Fuck you. You fucking asshole.”
dirtystorytime: I approach you from behind. My arms engulf you, wrapping around yours. I pull you back into me, as your head turns in surprise. Our eyes meet. Do you smile? I lean in and our cheeks touch. My breath in your ear. My lips on your neck.
dirtystorytime: The thought of how I would punish such a wilfully disobedient little girl.. arouses me. Yes. The thought of you encouraging punishment. Knowing you crave it, knowing you enjoy it is a definite turn on. I would love to handle you. Your
dirtystorytime: I was recently asked: “Describe your perfect woman.” My perfect woman is extraordinary. She is shy enough that she will blush when I whisper, “show them” in her ear, she is naughty enough that it will instantly make her legs
dirtystorytime: What it means to be a dominant. This is by no means a ‘guide’. These are the characteristics that I was told that I should hone in order to be a person who would be a good choice for a submissive. I am not a dominant. I have never
dirtystorytime: “Patience my dear, you know that I don’t like to be disturbed as I read my newspaper." "But I’m hungry, I want my breakfast” she whined.. It made my teasing all the more delicious, the tone of her urgency.
dirtystorytime: I’ve been bad, please describe how you’d discipline me. Please, Sir. You’ve read my blog. You know how I administer a spanking. I have big hands, I am not a fan of instruments, paddles, crops, I am very tactile. I strive for the
dirtystorytime: With my voice in a whisper, I let you squirm, “I’m going to tell you what we do to bad girls. We start by tying them to the bed. We blindfold them so they do not see what is coming. When you have had time to think about what you have
dirtystorytime: “You’re allowed to say three words. That’s all. And if you break the rules, I will spank you. And I don’t mean your ass. You are allowed to say yes. Do you understand me, Princess?” “Yes, sir.” She answered. Already breaking
dirtystorytime: When I tie you up, I do that for myself. I am greedy. So that I can completely dominate you in every way. So that I can lick you until you cum all over my face, and not touch yourself in any way. So I can spank you, and not have your
dirtystorytime: How sexy would it be for me to just pick you up and fuck you slowly up against a wall? My hands on your hips, your knees bent over my arms. Wrap your arms around my shoulders baby, hold on tight. I got you, right here. I could have thrown
dirtystorytime: I could hear the fear in her voice as she squeeled, “But.. Daddy, I’m a good girl!” “Shhh..” was my only response. I could hear the tremor in her voice. Her pouty voice, “But, I’m a good girl!” “Did you play with yourself
dirtystorytime: I’d try to be good. Honestly, I would. I’d start just sitting behind you, and running a cloth or some soap up and down your arms. I’d wash your hair as you leaned forward and let me scoop handfuls of water to rinse the soap clean.
dirtystorytime: I know that you’ve been hurt before,but I’m willing to take the time. To get to know your inner child: Your thoughts, your dreams, your mind. I know it won’t be easy, you have much to protect. I won’t abandon you, however long
dirtystorytime: “You are mine. Every last inch of you. Mine to do, mine to take, mine to use. Mine. Do you fucking understand me?” "Yes, sir.” “The hair on your head. Mine to play with, mine to pull on, mine to twirl and mine
dirtystorytime: The first time she asked, it turned me on. The words rang in my ears. But I dismissed it as ‘dirty talk’, and kept fucking her. I had no idea. The second time she asked I refused, “I don’t think I can.” The third time she asked
dirtystorytime: Would you let me massage you? Using warm oils to coat your body. Kneading my hands into your shoulders. Running them up and down your arms, promoting circulation. Pressing the palms of my hands into your calves and thighs. Using the flat
dirtystorytime: I could hear her giggling from the bedroom. Just the faintest little “tee hee hee”. I was in my home office, working. She knew she was supposed to be good. She was supposed to watch her favorite movie. That was all. “Tee
dirtystorytime: I want to make love to you. Not with my hands, or my penis. I want to use only mouth and my eyes. Whether we go quickly or slowly is up to you. I merely want to be the conduit to which you achieve your orgasm. Words are forbidden in this
dirtystorytime: If you and I woke up together on a Sunday morning… I’d hope that I’d stir before you. I’d roll over and see your beautiful face, sleeping peacefully.. I’d smile.. and of course.. I’d have a diabolic plan to wake you up. What
dirtystorytime: I fumbled through my purse as we stumbled up to the door. “Tonight was sooo much fun.” I slurred. “I know! We haven’t had a girls night in forever. Thanks for letting me crash.” “No problem!” I fumbled through my purse
dirtystorytime: So I’m at the bar the other night, and a friend of mine named Brad asks where I’ve been lately. Another friend, Dylan answers for me, “He’s been writing a blog.” Now, I know I’m about to get ridiculed to no end. These are
dirtystorytime: I’ve seen a million times on every different blog, anyone who posts questions, anyone who answers them, anyone who gives advice. I’m positive it’s the most commonly asked question I’ve ever seen, related to sex. “Does size matter?”
dirtystorytime: I want to devour you. I want my tongue so deep within you that you can feel me tickling your vagina walls. I want to suck and lick and taste every last part of you. I will suck your swollen pussy lips. I will not stop. I want my face
dirtystorytime: Three simple words, comprised of three simple syllables. Words that have substance, meaning. Words that are not to be thrown around lightly. Words that are often overused, by people who have no clue their significance. Said by people
dirtystorytime: Do you get shivers just thinking about it? Did your knees buckle a little? Did your shoulders slump. This is my favorite part of a woman. From the earlobes down your neck, through the curve of your shoulder. The entire area. So this
dirtystorytime: “Are you enjoying the play?” I asked. Ever the gentleman. “I am, the actors are really very good.” She sipped her champagne. “I think I recognize that male lead.” “Yes, he was on TV. For a while anyways. I don’t remember
dirtystorytime: “Hello, love. I can hear your moans from the other room, darling. Don’t say a word. Shhhh. Let me join you. Your moans, so loud. Was that the plan? Intrigue me, so I would come and help you? You keep… doing what you’re doing.
dirtystorytime: I want to learn about you. I want to know every nuance and thought that passes through your mind. I want to understand what I do that exacerbates you. You don’t know I do it on purpose, because of how cute you look when you crinkle
dirtystorytime: I saw him staring. Over his shoulder. Peeking at you. Wondering. He was admiring your hair, lingering a little too long on your exposed back, while we waited for our entrée. He immediately looked away when our eyes met. I had a smile
dirtystorytime: “I’m going to ravish you. I’m going to take my time. Slowly. Meticulously. I will bite your neck. I will wrap my hand around your throat. I will slide around and climb on you. Hovering over you momentarily, savoring it. Before
