Mr. and Mrs. Kink (dot com)

Yes, if I play my cards right, I get to fuck this man! And his wife!

I genuinely want D.  There are few men that I genuinely desire.  D is one of them.  I’m his goober, he’s my sexy attorneyman.  I miss him when I don’t talk to him during the day - we lost touch there for a few hours on Twitter and thought I was going to go through withdrawl.  Oh, and the hot pic in the suit - that’s for me - to feed my suit fetish.

Fortunately for me, his wife knows how much I want him.  In fact, she knows how much I want to own them both, just for a night.   Mr. Kink sent his wife a hot little email recently and so it looks like it’s my turn for a kinky little something from her husband.  I’ve always been a fan of threesomes, but I am a greedy little slut, and four seems better than three.  Anyway, here’s the email that made me gush.

I want you.  I want to feel your mouth on my cock.  Grasping your red hair and forcing you on myself.  Feel you gag, the drool soaking into my pubic hair.  I want to feel your throat close around me.  I want to possess every inch of you.  All while Mark watches.  Each time you look at him, he will tell me a new weakness of yours.  I want to force myself into you, skin on skin.  Want to feel your tightness, feel your back against my chest as I fuck your ass.  Reaching around and grasping your throat.  Forcing you into the bed.  I want to feel Mark’s cock in your cunt. I want to use you as a slut, both of us coming in you.  Then I want Thursday to punish you for taking her man’s seed.

Sorry, hard to type with the damn cat on the  laptop.  I owe you a better story, and I will get it too you quickly.

Night Goober.

…and in case you couldn’t tell, I want you.  I need to feel your body against mine.

Jeans by Erocrush (http://erocrush.com)

This is the email I woke up to this morning:

I want to eat your beautiful pussy. I want to feed you my cock. I want lay in bed and kiss, and kiss down your neck, and back up to your soft lips. I want kissing and touching to be our foreplay. Your hand moves down to my cock, because my mouth on your nipple feels so good, and its natural. I want to feel you up, like a regular guy… no kink. I want to reach between your legs and feel you wet from our kissing, and from stroking my cock. I grab your hair, because I have never been more of a Man than I am now, and you gasp,and slide into subspace, just a little. Your pussy moves from wet to soaking wet. I bite your neck, licking, nuzzling. Your hands explore my balls and cock, and even my ass. My fingers move inside your cunt. Fast. This make out session has proved to be perfect foreplay. you’re already fucking my fingers. Your hands start to stroke in rhythm w/ fingers.

“Is it good, honey?”

Mmm Hmm.

Another tug on the hair, another gasp, another squeeze. I know your pussy, and your body, more than anyone. You’re on the fast track toward orgasm. Just before you get there, I stop, and bring my cock up to your face, you inhale it. I would have shoved it down your throat, slut, but you took it in first. You’re fastracking me too. Your tongued working the underside, your fingers in my ass, you take a few moments to love my balls, but.. I tell you that as soon as you make me cum, I’ll make you cum… while my cum is still in your mouth. No swallowing until you cum.

You suck harder, moan (you really do moan like a slut, you know. I really do slap your face with my cock, and you rub it against your cheek) and I pump all my cum, every drop (milked from my prostate) into your waiting slut mouth. As soon as the pleasure fades I put my face between your legs, slide my fist inside you, and lick your clit. You swish my cum like soda… and moan, careful not to swallow, spill or choke. You are a good girl, Mistress Catalina. You are my good girl, and I am, in this moment… your everything. I am He.

“Cum for the man you love.”  I order, licking your clit

“Cum for your man. Show me how I make you want it. Show me how you love that mouthful of cum”

Being a pain slut, A little stretching is all you need, along with the sluttiness of all that cum…
you don’t have to ask. You will soon. It’s time to put your collar on and remind you that you do have a Master, who loves you and knows what you need. I do. That’s why you do it. I give you the freedom of subspace. Just let go off all that madness, and be a slut. All you have to do is what? Whatever I say. Good girl. I’m proud of you. It’s time to bring out the Liberator and bend you over… slut. Time for some loving pain. What you need.

I have never, ever, ever, been more powerful than I am right now. If Sally [the babysitter] was home, you would be getting raped right now. I’m not kidding. You would be getting fucked so hard that you would have cum before you even were fully awake.

Put that in your book, angel. Block out 90 minutes to be a submissive little slut. It’s time.

Yep, this is really Thursday's Child!

So Mr. Kink and I are both looking forward to the day when Thursday’s Child, Narration by D, Catalina Loves, and Marky D. Sade are all in the same room together.  We’ve been talking for a while about it, and at some point in the near future it will happen, but until then we have email, text, Gchat, and Twitter.  Here is an email that Mr. Kink sent to Thursday.  The crazy hot thing to know about it - when I got home I had to call Thursday and she had to tell me about it herself and then tell me about how she went straight to D and told him that she had to cum…  and he helped her out with that!  Now that’s what I call love.

Oh Thursday, you’re beautiful. It warms my heart that my Catalina is an inspiration for you. I am so proud of her. I know the girl as well as the Icon. The fact that we both fell into this. I became a fetish writer, because I answered an ad. I jumped in b/c it was a job. Turns out I’m good at it, both in using it to earn money, but I’ve written under pseudonyms… I even had a naughty advice column. Catalina is a persona created by my wife as a means to flirt w/ me at work. Kaboom. Follow your bliss, and answer the door when opportunity knocks.

Yes, I will text you, assuming D is ok with it.

True love. We has it. And we move closer every day. We’re in our ninth year together, and all I want in life is in one pain in the ass redhead.  Now. I have your number. I know nothing of your life, aside from what Catalina tells me. D is a [censored - he's has a good guy job]. Yay for that. For real. I moved out to Oregon, from New Hampshire w/ my friend who went to Willamette Law School. It’s nice that he has a soul, a heart, and a great marriage. Testament to him.

On to you.
Yes.
Consider this.
You. At work. Wherever, whatever. Let’s say you’re an astronaut veterinarian tending to the space chimps. I don’t know. Fuck that. You’re not at work. You’re at the store. You’re in the canned foods aisle, your phone rings.

“Hello?”  You’re not familiar w/ the number, but you answer.
“Thursday?”
“Yes. Who’s this?”
“Hi! It’s Marky.”
“Marky! Wow, this is so unexpected! It’s nice to finally put a voice to a name.”
“Likewise. Hey, What are you doing?”
“I am standing in the grocery store deciding between basmati or jasmine rice (you’re in the rice aisle, now slut. Yeah. Rice).
“Wrong.”
“No really (a little bit off balance) I am literally standing in front of the rice.”
“Wrong. Do you know why you’re wrong?” (not in any way mean, menacing or even intimidating. Just certain.)
“Um. Ok. Why?”
“I’ll ask you again, and this time ask if you don’t know what to say, ok? ”
“Sure…?”
“What are you doing?”
“I don’t know. What am I doing?”
“You’re being a slut. You, right now, standing in front of the rice and dried beans, are getting wet. If I were there, I could bend you over and slide my cock right into your pussy without the least resistance. That’s a slut.”
no response
“Am I wrong?”
“No.”
“Are you wet?”
“You have no idea.”
“That’s because you’re a slut. Your heart is pounding. Your blood is running hot, and your pussy, your wet slutty whore pussy is dripping. All because a stranger called you a slut.”
You’re breathless. You’re maintaining composure, because you’re smart and sexy… and you are a slut. You dig this. You can’t wait to tell D.
“I am a slut.”
“I know that. Do you know that?”
“I do. I want you to fuck me so badly. I want you to make me your slut”
“I know you do. I’m going to take you there, Thursday. The filth will pour from your mouth as you open your body to me… to us. D and I will fuck you. He’ll show me what a good whore you are. And then, as a consultant, I’ll advise him how to take you to that next level. You’re his wife. You love him. You love him. I’ll take you there, and he can watch, and cum, and fuck Catalina while it happens. When I take you, it will be as a thief in the night.”

You want D and I to cover you with cum. All over. Slutty. Whorish…. there’s no spin you can put on it. You’re a cum slut. D and I will fuck you at the same time. Catalina and I will fuck you. I’ll show you, between long sweet kisses, how to give Catalina the best oral. I know how she ticks. I’ll show you how to call her a whore. Imagine that, little slut angel. Imagine Catalina sucking your cock. Imagine my fingers pulling your beautiful nipples while she takes you all in. Wearing her strap on. The one you’re about to use on……

I will cum in your mouth. Your tongue will please me in that most intimate area. And mine will do the same to you. Show me how well you know your man. Show me how you can belong to him. Show me how he belongs to you. Nothing’s hotter than topping a domme. You’ll see.

D, Show me how to make Thursday lose her mind. Catalina and I can both top you… hard and soft. We can all just fuck. We can all just chill naked and just touch.

Cum for me. As soon as you can after reading this. I don’t care if it’s in the bathroom at your parent’s house.

Do it, Your interior monologue should be “I’m a slut I’m a slut” Put that energy into it. Let it become a mantra.

Ok. I’m exhausted. 4 hours sleep. I’m just rambling.
So.
Yes.
Let’s play.
:)
Marky

[photography by Altered Aperture]

“How much do you love me, John?” she asked. He answered, “How much do I love you? Count the stars in the sky. Measure the waters of the oceans with a teaspoon. Number the grains of sand on the seashore. Impossible, You Say?” - Marky On The Beach

I am so proud of you. You are breathtaking. You are a bombshell. You are a MILF. You are a sex goddess. You are Catalina. You are everything, because you’re amazing in your depth and complexity.

I will clamp you, with cuffs on your arms and legs, to an X frame. You will be naked. I will take the coarsest hemp rope and bind your tits until they throb. I’ll wrap the rope around your neck in a nice bit of predicament bondage, so that if you raise your head too far, you’ll tighten the ropes around your perfect tits. Then I’ll use a crop on your nipples until they’re hard and purple. I’ll slap your pretty face too. You’re My whore. You exist for My pleasure.

I will often check your pussy and see how wet you are, slut. Then I’ll use a nice flogger to pummel your torso and cunt. Five minutes with the magic wand on your swollen clit, while repeating, “I’m a slut” over and over, will leave you completely defenseless.

I take you down and lay you across My knee. I beat your ass with a wooden paddle until it glows red like a coal. Occasionally I’ll fist your wet cunt, ignoring any cries of discomfort. You need to hurt. You need this.

I put clamps on your nipples (still bound) and bend you over a chair, the weights hanging painfully. I fuck you roughly, alternating ass and cunt, deep and hard, pulling your hair and choking you. Drool hangs from your mouth, and you can’t catch your breath, but… you would let Me take you away. You are mine. Lucky girl.

You’re still sobbing out what a whore you are, how you’re My fuck toy, My property, but you hear me whispering something, in time with the thrusts of my cock.

“You’re beautiful.” I repeat with each thrust. Nothing else changes. I’m still pulling your hair, slapping your ass, completely owning you, but… “You’re beautiful.”

You shatter into a million diamonds. The hot throb of My cum in your pussy is the gravity pulling you back together. You don’t know if you’re crying or laughing. You’re just in my arms as I unbind you, and release your poor nipples.

I carry you, like a little girl, to bed, and rock you to the best sleep of your life.  In the morning you awake to the feeling of Me cumming in your mouth, before you’re even awake, your slutty nature sucks and swallows Me. But… that’s another day.

Your Master wants pictures of you playing with His pussy. And tits. And toys. Wet. Slutty.

[photo by Melvin Moten, Jr / Erocrush]

Today while I was at Nikki’s on a photoshoot, Marky D. Sade wrote me a really lovely love letter. It’s truly intimate, a glimpse into our lives.

When I met you I was pathetic. I was composed almost solely of artifice, arrogance, and fear. I was a mere creature. Then we met, and you treated me with kindness, respect, and (very quickly) love. I remember you asking me to move in. I couldn’t believe that anyone would ever, ever, want to be with me, much less live with me. You looked upon me with empathy, and compassion… not pity. You gave me a home, and a family. I was still self centered, arrogant, and ultimately, clueless. You loved me still. More than that, you said that I helped you. I gave you strength throughout your divorce. I gave you strength to go to grad school. You are my everything. You gave me a baby of my own, with a nose, and toes, and pure love bubbling from her core.

I have a hard time writing without dwelling on my faults, for they are numerous. I’ve never tried harder to be a better man. I never thought I could be. You make me yearn to improve… to deserve you, and to redeem myself for my past action, or inaction.

I can hold you in the cup of my hand, my little pocket Venus. You’re perfection for me.

I love you with all my being. You are truly my soulmate. You are the single most impressive person I’ve ever met. Your potential is unlimited, and your intellect is enormous… and you love me. You’re the most beautiful woman in the world, and the best lover ever… and you love me.

I will spend forever trying to deserve you.

…Don’t ever forget that it is you that I love…
yours,
catalina

And I love you. You’re as amazing as you are sexy. I had great sex with you last night. I love the special intimacy, and naughtiness, of fucking you deep in your tiny little ass. I should take you over my lap often. It’s a lightning rod to Buttercup and her Daddy. You’re a very good girl.
I love you.

You are my one and only. I have never known anything like our love. I haven’t the words to express the depth and breadth of my feelings for you. You are truly my better half. To be without you is agony, and to lose you would truly be hell. I know eternity for I know how long I need to sing my love. I know heaven because you love me. I know love because you’ve given me nothing but. I know joy because you’ve given me a baby. I know family because we’ve created one, from the shards of our own. I treasure every moment with you, and I pledge to make our earthly life as full and rich as our hearts.

I had a wonderful time with you last night. Thank you for spending so much time, energy, and moisture on pleasing me. Good girl. You made me feel incredible for hours. I loved every moment. I love fucking my slut wife. I love being intimate, more and more as we grow together, with my best friend, and making love with my soulmate. You’re perfect for me. I love you with all my heart, and hard on.

Te quiero
Sí, te quiero
Y porque te quiero,
te quiero
…así de simple…
te quiero

Dear Marky,

I love you.

Your girl,
Catalina

[Photography by Melvin Moten, Jr. / Erocrush]

It’s been awhile since you’ve gotten one of these. I trust you remember how to behave?

Once the baby is asleep, we are going to get in the shower. You are going to wash me with love and as much submissive attention as you can muster. Then you will shave me smooth. Pay attention, kitten, because that which you shave you will soon lick/suck/adore. You are a cocksucking slut. You love using your mouth. It gets you so worked up that you can’t help but be my whore. It’s ok. I love you, and I always give you lots of cum.

Once I am shaved, we will switch places, and Daddy will wash his little girl. The little girl with the angel skin and red hair. We will not shave you. We’re taking pictures. Before we leave the bathroom, I grab your throat, look you in the eyes, and finger your pink, wet pussy… the pussy that always makes you my slut. I tell you that this is real, and tonight you are a sub first and foremost. No cutting corners, Catalina. I kiss you tenderly as I give you my cumwet finger to suck.

Then it’s to the bedroom, where you gather your collar, cuffs, and lead. After dressing you in your slutwear, I instruct you to lick and suck my balls, made smooth by the devoted attention of Daddy’s little girl (slut).
You will suck me off, and take my cum deep in your throat. You will be the best cumslut in the world, with your dripping cunt firing your passion.

Then…
Daddy will take pictures.
Then…
Daddy will fuck you.

You will cum. You will belong to Me. I will give you respite, and rest. Only I know that you truly love to serve, suck, and swallow. My secret slut. No one knows that you need to be taken, to be dominated. You get crazy. Realize this. You are my Whore. My Slut. Your pussy is Mine. I can take you at any time. My love and respect is like no other’s, and we often just hang out, but this evening, for a little while… you are Mine.

Good girl.