It's hard to write a blog of fantasies when you've never actually come close to experiencing any of them. Well, I suppose that's not true: I have gotten ex-boyfriends to spank me, and one boyfriend once talked about what he called my "submissive tendencies" however, for some reason that is beyond me, he never took advantage of them. Men.
Plus, there are other problems like the fact that I can't talk dirty. I have never been able to talk dirty. Half the time, I can't even say "cock" without giggling like a 13 year old in Health class after the teacher says "penis." (That being said, I do like cocks an awful lot. I suppose that's what happens when you're a slut, huh.) I don't like saying "tits" and I have serious problems mustering up the word "pussy," even when in bed.
So combined with the fact that I have nothing in real life to go off of, and can't talk dirty to save my life, I come up with wonderful starts to stories, but when it gets to the actual, smack smack part, or the actual cock in pussy part, I've got problems.
That being said, I've written a wonderful beginning to a story. At least, wonderful in my opinion. Enjoy!
"Seriously, though, you have been a brat too much for me to just let it go this time." He said.
My mouth dry, I nodded. I had known I was crossing the line with that statement. What can I say? Sometimes my mouth runs away from me. And when it does, we usually end up in this situation, me feeling chagrined, and him disappointed.
As if he knew what I was thinking, he started talking again. "You have no idea how disappointed in you I am. I know you can behave better. I expect better from a smart girl like you. This has got to stop."
A brief pause, making me feel even worse, and then more. "Well, you know what the consequences for your behavior are going to be, don't you?" I know. Oh, how I know.
"Wait right here for me, and don't move a muscle. Think about what a little snot you are, and how very sorry you are, or at the very least, will be, when I'm finished with you." Ah-ha. The dreaded words.
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It's taken me my whole life (so far) to start writing the smack smack bits. Actually, I still find writing them odd--there's only so many descriptive sound words, and I still haven't found an appropriate way to use "swoosh," evem though I think it's a good way to describe the sound of a cane. Still, great beginning! I love the phrase "when I'm finished with you." That says it all, doesn't it?!
ReplyDeleteExcellent start to this story--this looks like a very intriguing blog -- keep up the fab work!
ReplyDeleteCheers,
Dave