Sharing Persephone

Night Molester

So, you want to know what Night Molester is? You think you can handle it? You think you can take the depravity? Well…I’m pretty sure you can.

Night Molester started when Husband worked two jobs. He used to come home around 3am, horny as hell. He worked in a strip club.

I would be asleep when he got in so he used to sneak into the room and sit on the edge of the bed. He’d lean in and start whispering:

Hey little girl, aren’t you pretty there in your nighty

He’d massage my breasts and work his way down. I’d usually wake up as he was sliding a second finger in or, if it was THAT kind of night, his tongue.

As time went on I developed a whole backstory. The ” little girl” is around 15 or so but I do confess, I play her younger than that. Ahem…much younger.

So, the Night Molester is at his boss’s home for a party. He hates his boss so he starts wandering around and finds the daughters room. He sneakes in, sees such innocence in her little white panties, and decides to defile her right there.

Some nights she’s so tired she never wakes up even when he spreads her thighs and slips his dick in. Ever have that slow smooth sex where there’s not a ton of banging around but you go sooooo deep and cum hard way inside? Yeah…that.

Some nights she wakes up and fights. Then he has to restrain her and tell her he’ll have to hurt her if she screams. Poor thing gets taken so roughly on that night. She usually ends up hanging off the bed with a cock in her mouth and a mean man yelling at her.

Other nights she likes waking up with a finger in her pussy but she’s ashamed. That’s when she ends up tearfully taking him in her mouth and begging him not to tell daddy. She even agrees to get down like a doggie and let him have her from behind.

Now, Husband is not really into a lot of acting but he has the creepy-guy-in-the-dark voice down pat.

Daddy’s girl likes being slutty huh? Don’t make me tell him what a whore you are.

Just put it in your mouth and suck on it nice and slow. I don’t want to have to make you.

I’m so deep in you. I’m going to fill your pussy up with a hot mess.

I do my part by trying to anticipate when it might be happening and planning accordingly. I have a frilly purple nightshirt and white panties just for such nights. Ponytails don’t hurt either.

I don’t know which version I like the best but I get off on all of them. Ahem…hard.

So…you tell me a fun sex game. It can be one you have played or one you would love to try. Come on now…I shared with you. If you try this with a consenting adult let me know how it works out!

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Denny just offered to build me a glory hole in his basement. I have the best friends.

I’m pretty sure he’s going to do it too. I think it would be awesome fun but there would be the possibilty that someday it wont be Denny’s cock sticking through that hole. On one hand, super hot. On the other…I have not sucked VERY strange cock in a long time…and I’m not supposed to.

But if it were there…some hard cock looking at me through a hole in the wall could I resist it? Maybe just lick it, or rub my tits on it, wiggle my ass against it while I hear a stranger moan through the wall…

Ok I could have a real problem here.

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Random…

So, I’m alone in the house. I was in my bedroom and it’s pitch black in here. For no reason I can explain I took off my shorts (not wearing panties right now) spread my legs and bent over the bed. It was the STRANGEST feeling. It was so quiet and I felt like any moment something would come out of the dark and plunge into me.

What made me try that?

Husband and I need some help!

Send money. No no no. Nothing like that.

Send money.

Ok, here’s the story. Husband has struck up a friendship with a woman at the club. I have met her a couple of times and she seems nice and not psychotic. She recently broke up with her boyfriend. Now I found out why.

They have been doing a fair amount of sexy talk since she noticed him watching porn on his phone. Long story short, she wants to be used like her inner whore demands. Her boyfriend broke up with her because he just could not get into her fantasies.

So Husband has a dilemma. He could certainly oblige her with a little suck and finger job but this is someone he works with. It’s just asking for problems and he really is not into her that way.

I have not posted this yet but Eric and I are not playing together anymore. I guess we broke up. He really wanted to start having sex. He had some AWESOME ideas for fantasies but I just had to say no.

I said no to getting hate fucked in a windowless van. I must be nuts.

Now we are thinking…maybe these two were made for each other. He’s now got some experience with fantasy play and I know he knows how to stop when he has to.

I would have to work with her for a while to get her ready for this kind of thing but she seems willing.

It’s a really big commitment. I’m not really able to be her Sam. I can’t be there when she goes out and lurk around corners ensuring she’s safe. Maybe the first time but not always.

So…we need opinions. Do we try to hook up Eric and Jenn? How involved do I get? I can definitely help with the mechanics of the scene but I can’t make her into a whore. I evolved into what I am now.

If you were any of the players in this little drama, how would you feel?

Wow, serious post is serious huh?

Qwestion Qwednesday – short & sweet

Thus week’s qwestion is quick and easy to answer!

Qwestion: If you weren’t married would you do all the things that break the “rules”?

Answer: Yes, a good number of them anyway. I would definitely be banging the guys I feel good with. Denny, Eric…maybe another guy. I would have less reason to keep certain things just between Husband and I.

I’d still have Sam watching my back. It’s just unsafe to navigate the nasty side of the world alone. I still would not meet people from the Internet.

All in all, though, I’m much happier being married…but I’m not sure I’d be happy with anyone other than Husband.

Awwwww….

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Eric and the backstage blowjob

Hey…OK, lets dispense with the usually “I’m back stuff”. We both know I’m a flake and I come and go like a republican at a rest stop. I was told by a dear person that he was re-reading old stuff. I can’t have that! Here’s something I wrote up before I fell from the face of the Earth.

Eric, as I may have mentioned, is a part time band manager/promoter. He also has a temporary office at the club his band is currently playing at. As such he has access to to all sorts of backstage nooks.

His first email requested a backstage groupie-type blow job. Pretty straightforward. I started to dig out my Iron Maiden tee along with a black and white plaid skirt and tall boots. I also opted for these SUPER CUTE boy-short black undies. They are extra stretchy so they hug nicely.

I got to the club and he had thoughtfully left my name at the door. No cover charge for me! I hit the bar for a vodka and tonic or 3 (this was before my almost fall from grace so it still seemed like a good idea). Finally he spots me and leads me out back. There is, no lie, NO backstage area. It’s just a hallway behind the stage that is painted black. To my left is the stage, to my right is 3 dressing rooms in a row. We head to the last one in the hall.

He closed the door behind us and I started to look around. No big deal. A couch, a dressing table with a mirror and a long table where I assume catering would put out the green M&M’s for Van Halen if they ever fell on hard times and had to play tiny little Boston clubs. It was empty except for a white table cloth.

I started to get on my knees but he stopped me. His plan was for me to lie on the table with my head hanging off so I could take him in straight. I was fine with that so he helped me up.

A little side note. When I am deep into an act I go deep. I don’t think about things like are my legs held daintily together. I’m a slutty groupie sucking off the band manager for free tickets or a tee shirt or something. I am in character dammit.

Anyway, I’m on my back and his cock is slip sliding away. He has one hand on my neck and another on one of my tits. He had not mentioned how old I was supposed to be but he kept saying things that made me think I was 16 again.

“Oh, god does your mother know what you are doing out tonight.”

“Go on little girl, take it all the way to the balls.”

“Does your daddy know you are a piece of ass? I bet you fuck all his friends.”

I don’t think I have to tell you, I was enjoying this. His hand made it’s way into my bra. I planted my feet and, mostly unconsciously, separated my legs and began raising and rolling my hips. Little secret, sometimes I fantasize during the fantasy that I’m getting gang fucked. Shhh…don’t tell the boys.

He started to fuck faster and finally he dumped a NICE load on my neck and chest. I sat up slow and let the blood redistribute itself while he cleaned himself up.

He looked at me and said “The BJ was awesome and thanks for the show.”

I must have looked confused because he pointed to the mirror over the dressing table. The one in line with the table. The one he was watching my crotch in after my legs slipped open. I was wet like crazy and the undies were stuck to me in all kinds of ways. My skirt had climbed all the way up and I was just all kinds of whorish.

I don’t mind him seeing but I would have liked to have known it was happening. He emailed later asking if I would ever do that position again without the undies. I’m still thinking about it.

BTW THESE are the super-cute undies. So what if they are from Wal-Mart. I go through too much underwear to spend a lot on them!

Question Qwednesday – numero dos!

Hola! It’s Qwestion Qwednesday! Today’s excellent question comes from…of all people…Denny. I was at his house after work picking up some tools he’s lending Sam. Naturally, this lead to me going down on him in his garage. I ended up with diamond plate imprinted on my thigh. While I was pulling myself together he asked where the most uncomfortable place to have sex is. My answer:

In the ass.

Ok, that’s not a real answer. The most uncomfortable place I have ever had sex is wedged between boxes and furniture in the back of a U-Haul.

Many years ago, long before Husband, I was helping my boyfriend move onto his new place. I was looking for something in particular and I had stepped over a box and gotten my leg tangled in chair legs. I guess I was asking for it by being all bent over with my legs open because he got in behind me and pulled down my shorts and started molesting me.

I did protest rather strongly. Unfortunately, when you’re me people don’t tend to listen to you when you say “stop” and ” don’t”. At some point he stopped licking me and started fucking me. So…there was that.

By the time he came on my back I had a huge bruise on my leg from where it was slamming into the chair, a headache from being in a truck for an hour and no feeling in my arms from supporting my weight. I think we broke up a couple of weeks later. Not because he ignored me when I said “stop, asshole, you’re hurting me”. I mean, it’s not like that’s even close to my safeword. I think it was just over.

So, the most uncomfortable place I have had sex is splayed out over some guys kitchenwear. What’s yours?

Help :)

I want to try Qwestion Qwednesday again. Anyone have a good (or naughty) question for me? I’m pretty sure you can’t offend me. Otherwise I may treat you to my favorite color.

Feel free to post or email or Twitter. Come on. Stick your metaphorical cock in my head and poke around!

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Husband is rude

Let’s skip my usual re-introduction and just get slutty, shall we?

This was my first post from the tablet so bear with me. Aoto-correct hates words like jizz and cock.

So, last night I got a text from Husband. He’d been out all night and apparently did not get any. He says, and I quote:

I’m gonna plow you in the lvgrm. B ready for me.

OK, that usually means we are going to defile the carpet. I threw down a small blanket and a towel to clean the spooge off my ass. I waited.

He came in gave me his usual greeting:

You look nice! Hey, come suck my cock.

He sat down and pulled his dick out.  He had to have been thinking about it all the way home because he was like STEEL. I knelt in front of him and slid him into my mouth slowly. He likes to let me start slow until he works his way into a full mouth fuck. I did long slow strokes all the way down and back up again. He treated me to some sweet talk:

Suck that cock babe.
Take it deep.
Use your tongue slut.

Now I’m getting wet. He gets his hands on my head and starts fucking my face. He’s stopped saying things and now he just grunting hard. Finally he pulls out and sends huge globs of jizz into my shirt. I sat back, ready to be fingered, eaten or molested with a rubbery dildo. He hands me a towel and grabs the remote.

So I end up in bed wondering if he’s is really just going to let me fall asleep so we can play Night Molester later. I needn’t have worried. I woke up about 3am with him 2 knuckles deep whispering “You’re a bad bad girl aren’t you?” in my ear. I knew wearing the white undies was a good idea.

I came on that one finger and a string of dirty talk. Maybe I should type up the back-story for Night Molester. You probably would not be interested in that, would you?

Not much longer…

I’m out of the hospital but still can’t do a lot. I just blew (snort) through some emails and Twitter posts. Sorry I could not send many comprehensive answers. I’ll catch back up.

I’m not ignoring anyone. I’m trying to get well. My asthma is the biggest hurtle in my life. It keeps me from running (I used to love to run), it keeps me for having crazy monkey sex with husband, it keeps me from navigating the stairs on my own without having to sit down twice. I’m not even supposed to drive right now.

The real upside is that I really got a chance to sit and make some decisions. I am going to finish one of the two novellas I have started. I am going to keep adding to my short stories and not acting like I should just chuck them if they are not publication ready in a day and a half. I will be patient. I will move slowly and think quickly.

Tonight I rest. Tomorrow I write. After that…