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new years resolutions!!

I have been working on my New Years Resolutions... how about you? Have you got any? Here are mine:


1. Have lots more phone sex! (Oh, how I love a dirty chat...)
2. Have more threesomes! 
3. Drink less...
4. Do lots of yoga! (It really improves flexibility...)
5. Bang more chicks! I need more girl on girl in 2011...
6. Sell more art
7. Take a vacation! (Perhaps an erotic adventure...)
8. Sleep more
9. Have lots and lots of wild sex!
10. Take more nude pics of myself...I just love doing that!




 Tell me yours! I'd love to hear all about it....


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my wish list...

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submission pt. 2

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By the time we entered his apartment, we were making out pretty hard. His strong hands all over my body, in my hair, both gentle and firm at once. "Hang on," he said, after closing the door. "Let's have a glass of wine." I was already rather tipsy, but said, "Sure, what have you got?" He disappeared into the kitchen and then returned with two glasses of red wine. "Let's just talk for a bit." I nodded, brushed the hair out of my face and took the glass of wine from his outstretched hand. I sipped it, wondering what he could possibly want to talk about. 


"So, here's the thing," he started. "We could fuck tonight, and have perfectly great normal grade A sex. But, I can sense from you Taleah, that we could have more. Much more."
"What do you mean?" I said with my brow raised. I was very curious.
He took a drink of wine, and continued, "I... have really enjoyed spending this evening with you. And I get the feeling you have also. But the thing is, I don't care to have regular old sex. I am a dominant, and I want to be your dominant."
I wasn't really sure what he meant. "Well, what exactly did you have in mind?"
"Many things, my dear. I want you to want to submit to me. Have you ever been spanked?"
"Many times," I replied.
"And you liked it?"
"Loved it."
"Ever let a man be in control? Full control?"
"Um...yes, I guess so..."
"Do you think you could let me be in full control of you?"
"I...don't really know. We only just met."
"Well, yes, of course, in time, but could you?"
I was very intrigued, but feeling very unsure. I had never been in a relationship like this before, but I was curious. "I could try."
He stroked my hair. "That's all I ask."
I smiled, and he kissed me again.


We drank our wine, and he explained to me some of the ideas behind powerplay and S&M. He stroked my thigh softly, and told me that domination/submission is not all about whips, leather and chains. "Basically, there is a push and pull. I want you to want to submit to me. I want to control you and dominate you, but also give you pleasure. I want you to adore me, and crave my dominance. You see?" I nodded, and his hand stopped at my mid-thigh. He slid it up further slowly, and started kissing my neck. His hand was completely underneath my skirt, and he gently tugged at my panties. I wriggled out of them. He held them up. "These are nice...very sexy, black lace... but from now on, I only want you to wear the underwear I buy you. Okay?"
"Okay..." He kissed me again, and slid his hand back up my skirt. He pushed my thighs apart just a little, and started to stroke and tease my pussy. Tingly sensations of pleasure emanated from there all throughout my body. I felt like I was floating from all the wine, and from the idea of our potentially kinky sexual relationship. I leaned my head back on the couch and let him kiss my chest. "Be mine," he said, and started to undo my dress. "Okay..." I uttered breathily, without thinking. I didn't know what I was getting into, I just knew that I wanted it. He pulled my dress off, and led me into his bedroom.




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submission pt. 1

We met at a bar. I was there alone. I had been drinking with a few friends, and they had left not long ago. I chose to stay, as I was really enjoying a new wine I'd discovered, and was sipping on my second glass. It was a chilly day, early in the winter in New York when the cold blankets the bundled New Yorkers with so many hats and scarves. I was sitting there at the corner of the long bar, my legs dangling from my bar stool. The bar was loosely populated with a range of young professionals, mostly men, having a drink or many after a long day. A number of men had glanced my direction, and a few had tried to strike up conversation, but I wasn't in much of a mood for flirting that night. For some reason, I noticed him as soon as he came in the door. He hung is coat and scarf on a rack and put up his cap. He was wearing a collared shirt and slacks with a tie. I figured he must have just left work, but it was already after 10. What kind of paper-pusher works this late? I thought. He sat down one bar stool away from me, and ordered, "Scotch. Double. Neat." I looked at him without turning my head his way, wondering why he'd chosen to sit by me, and more importantly, why I was so interested in this stranger. He was not the kind of guy I'd normally be attracted to. As an artist, I'm more fond of the lanky artsy musician types, with messy hair, thrift store clothing, and a head full of strange ideas. This guy was very clean cut. Sharply trimmed blonde hair, blue eyes, shaven face, tall and muscular. 


When his drink arrived, he turned to me and raised his glass, "Cheers," he said. I clinked my wine glass against his scotch glass, and said, "Cheers," smiling curiously. We started chatting. His name was Rob. He was a young lawyer, 32 and just getting going in a major firm. He'd just left his office, working late on a big case.


Talking to him was easy. Very easy. I had more wine than I should have, and he had a number of scotches but appeared unaffected. "Want me to walk you home?" I laughed. "I don't live around here." We were downtown Manhattan, where the cost to rent for a month would be greater than half a years income for me. "I live in Brooklyn, I'm going to catch a train." "Really?" he said. "A bit late for that, don't you think?" I looked at my watch, it was after 3 in the morning. "Yeah, but I'll be okay." I stood and put on my coat and scarf. He went and put on his outer layers as well, and we walked out together. "At least let me put you in a cab." I knew it would be a 40-something dollar cab ride. "I'll pay for it." I, being overly proud and indignant, refused. "No, the train will be fine." We walked down the block and I shivered in the cold wind. He put his arms on my shoulders. "Taleah. Please. It's freezing. My place is right around the corner. Just spend the night, and you can leave in the morning." I looked at him questioningly. "I promise. No fast moves." I laughed, and conceded. "Okay, okay. Only because it's so cold..." He put his arm around me and we walked another block, and a doorman showed us into his building. In the elevator, he leaned forward and kissed me. He kissed very softly, tenderly, and gently slid his hand over the back of my head. "I thought you said no fast moves," I said and smiled. He smiled back and said, "Oh, did I say that?" and kissed me again, my lashes fluttering against his face.




TO BE CONTINUED>>>>>>>>>>