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Milk Me Mariana - a collaboration with Charles Dikkens
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Milk Me Mariana - a collaboration with Charles Dikkens CharlesDikkens: Your emerald eyes are captivating and your lush red hair brushes against my legs as you approach. Desperately I want my member in your mouth, but with our eyes locked, agonizingly you prolong the moment. Just inches away I can feel myself straining to meet your lips. My hips rise, hoping I can hurry up the inevitable. Turning your cheek to my advances our skin touches for an electrifying moment. Your excruciating cock tease continues, seemingly for an eternity, until finally you fill your mouth with my flesh. Enveloped in oral ecstasy I am beside myself with pleasure. Talented, your tongue titillates my thickness and tickles my balls until I can barely take it. Thrashing on the bed and about to burst I'm taken aback when you suddenly stop sucking. And the twinkle in your gorgeous green eyes tips me off that you intend for this to take awhile.. MT: ...You realize that you had become so enchanted and overwhelmed by the eye contact, the touches, and the warm wet embrace of my mouth that you had forgotten you were tied by each wrist as well as each ankle to the bed. The Japanese silk rope which binds you is both strong and soft, and least you forget, I now move my hand to reach over and tug gently on the rope that also resides between your legs, wrapped in a snug embrace around your balls. I pull downwards just slightly on this rope, which runs between your ass cheeks, and down to the foot of the bed. The rope stimulates your balls and ass in equal measure. You gasp as you feel me now pick up and drip downwards onto your balls and hard saliva-covered cock so warmed massage oil. The scent of this oil - a mixture of jasmine, vanilla, sandalwood, and red current - swirls into your brain and mixes with the rope sensations and the throbbing of your erect and eager member. You realize after a moment the moaning animalistic sound is yourself.... CD: Another guttural groan escapes my lips as you cinch the rope even tighter. Oil drips slowly down my constrained cock and balls increasingly swollen and purple with your every twist. Clinging to edge of climax, each drop of oil feels like it could be the final straw as it trickles across my taint and teases my asshole. The slightest touch would push me over the cliff but you won't satiate my desperate need. Instead your hand tightens the silk strap another notch until I wonder how much tighter it can get. Leaving me in agony you rummage through a bedside drawer that I know contains a variety of different sex toys. I have no idea what you have in store as you slip a blindfold over my eyes leaving me in delicious darkness. MT: I whisper... "Charles," a throaty deep resonate feminine voice, a warm breath of decadence ticklingly close to your ear..."Charles..." "Oh, my God...oh...my God...yes? Anything...what?" "Charles, I want you to beg for my pussy. Beg me to fuck you. Beg to taste me. I want you to want me so desperately that any small painful pleasure you feel or will soon feel will be nothing compared to the deep ache in your loins and your soul when you consider how much you want to fuck me." "Yes! Yes! I want you...I need you..." "Say it, Charles," the warm breath expelled, releasing lustful chain reactions, your balls grew tighter still, "Tell me Charles. Beg to taste my soft, dripping, pussy. Tell me I am driving you crazy..." CD: "Please" I cry out as I feel you straddle my chest. "Please what, Charles?" you insist that I vocalize my desires. Even though I'm blindfolded I can tell by the pressure on my body that you've positioned your pussy closely to my face. "Please let me taste you" I ask, unable to make anything happen while I'm restrained by the silk ropes. "Beg for it Charles" you taunt, so close to my face now that I smell the exquisite scent of your excitement. "Ohhh god, I want your cunt" and before my desperate cries are barely off my lips you oblige my request and press the full weight of your mound against my mouth. Pulling my hair and practically smothering me with your wetness you grind against me giving my tongue access to your inflamed clitoris. I can feel you excitement mount as you hump my head with your hips and I'm hoping your orgasm will ensue shortly if keep at it.... MT: As I ride your mouth, your face, push my clit up and down grazing your stubble - it occurs to me I also want to feel your cock deep in my mouth. I move off your face, and pivot my body so that I am now facing down towards your hard, aching dick. My thighs are on either side of your shoulders, and with some small adjustments (the only sort possible given your restraints) I am now able to 69 with you. As you realize what my repositioning means, you release a heaving moan. "ahhhhhhhhhhh....oh God,yes..." And then, once again my dripping hot open cunt is spread over your face, rubbing into your mouth, begging for your sucking licking and probing. I come in wave after wave of orgasms, my juices dripping down over the sides of your mouth, down your chin, even down your neck. The scent of my thick creamy pussy and the feel of my warm, sucking, lapping mouth and tongue are almost overwhelming. You feel my lick and suck your balls now. Suddenly I come hard, flooding your mouth with a bath of wetness. I suck your cock back into my mouth and tease it with a sliding pull on your shaft...deeper and deeper down into my throat you feel me pull you.... Just as you are about to cum, I sense this and grab the sides of your cock with a fair degree of strength, exerting pressure to block the flow of your jizz. At this moment, I move my mouth fully off your cock and say "Charles, do you want to shoot your hot load of cum deep into my throat? Do you want to give me your whole load of delicious cum? Charles, beg me to suck your cock empty. Beg me to milk your cock!" I then move my pussy off your mouth... CD: Deprived of the ability to see, my senses are overpowered by the scent and taste of your tangy pussy juices. Even the blindfold is moist from the pleasure you received straddling my face. Desperate to cum, I beg as you wish.."Please milk my cock" I plead, wanting nothing more at this moment than for you to bury your mouth on me. You've denied for me so long no I can feel drops of precum dripping down my tied-up dick. Your breath is hot on my balls and I'm not sure how much more of this extending teasing I can endure. "Milk me Mariana" I beg again, my hips moving about hopefully on the bed. I feel a tug on the rope causing my erection to strain for the ceiling. Your tongue touches my tip, tickling the slit in my stiff shaft. When you wrap your lips around my swollen cock head I just can't take it anymore. All pretenses at politeness are past me now and filthy requests spill forth from my mouth.. As I urge you to on "swallow my load, eat my cum, suck my cock" and so forth, finally you oblige me and deep throat my entire engorged organ. My body bucks and my orgasmic explosion is almost instantaneous, release coming in thick streams in the back of your throat until I wonder how you can swallow so much cum. But it seems you can, and even squeeze my balls in encouragement. As the flood subsides you smile and tell me how much you like sucking my cock dry, and we take mutual pleasure as you make sure you milk me with your mouth of each and every drop. Finally, finished, you collapse against me, your hair spilling across my chest. Relaxing in the afterglow your rhythmic breathing tells me you might be getting tired. "Would you mind untying me before you fall asleep?" I ask gently, unsure if perhaps you have any further plans for me.. MT: "Of course," I reply, "allow me, darling." When all the bonds are removed, and the blindfold, I think straddle your body, leaning down over you. Our eyes lock, and my crazily tangled and somewhat damp locks slide down my shoulders, tickling either side of my body and finally just whisping down against your chest. I push myself into a comfortable position where we can passionately but gently kiss. I lick your face, the stubble, your chin - lapping off the taste of myself on your body, and your sweat - our sweat. You are so warm and wet, but I begin to feel a chill. I climb to your side, and rest myself, snuggling, against your body. Then I pull the blankets up over both of us. My hand moves over to your chest and my nails trance lazily over your skin. I see goosebumps rise up on your flesh. I look inquisitively over to you... ----- To be continued Imagine: "The Dying Slave" by Michelangelo (detail)       |
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1/8/2011 9:18 pm |
Thanks, I enjoy the Dickens reference, I could really run with that one!  And I agree, at least 12 volumes   i'll have to come by! [post 2856614] This is the really small writing... in bold how 'bout RAINBOW colors?
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12/26/2010 8:55 pm |
I am not clear on the relevance (if any) of Urania College Schoolgirls Vol. 12. Sounds like you are spoofing on "Girls Gone Wild." WTF, man. Does my blog look like QVC to you? MT (not really annoyed but a bit perplexed) In May 1846, Angela Burdett Coutts, heir to the Coutts banking fortune, approached Dickens about setting up a home for the redemption of "fallen" women. Coutts envisioned a home that would differ from existing institutions, which offered a harsh and punishing regimen for these women, and instead provide an environment where they could learn to read and write and become proficient in domestic household chores so as to re-integrate them into society. After initially resisting, Dickens eventually founded the home, named Urania Cottage, in the Lime Grove section of Shepherds Bush. He became involved in many aspects of its day-to-day running, setting the house rules, reviewing the accounts and interviewing prospective residents, some of whom became characters in his books. He would scour prisons and workhouses for potentially suitable candidates and relied on friends, such as the Magistrate John Hardwick to bring them to his attention. Each potential candidate was given a printed invitation written by Dickens called ‘An Appeal to Fallen Women’[23], which he signed only as ‘Your friend’. If the woman accepted the invitation, Dickens would personally interview her for admission.[24][25] All of the women were required to emigrate following their time at Urania Cottage. In research published in 2009, the families of two of these women were identified, one in Canada and one in Australia. It is estimated that about 100 women graduated between 1847 and 1859.[26] and the dvd reference was to the aboslute lustyness of your writings my dear... if charles and Mariana were ever to meet I'm sure it would be worthy of AT LEAST 12 volumes... [post 2856614] This is the really small writing... in bold how 'bout RAINBOW colors?
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Nice MT! ...\8 MT
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We'll be in touch, sometime after the New Year. Tentatively mid-January. How goes it? MT (missing her Molls and the inevitable and delectable contempt.)
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I could only imagine having such an erotic, sensual experience. Now, thanks to you, I have! If I am ever so blessed, it would only be a warm-up, though. As you know from your own tantra, giving can be equal to receiving... Fun to blow someone's mind, I will admit. MT
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And, that is JUST the way I like you, dear. MT
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I'm listening to Tom Waits - midnight lullaby right now and this reads fervently romantic to me. lol! Found your alpha then did you? You have a wonderful mind, this bends my brain that you even thought about doing this. I can't say enough about how insight-fully creative your intellect works. Urania College Schoolgirls Vol.12? When can I get the DVD? just had to plug that last bit... couldn't help it. MT (not really annoyed but a bit perplexed)
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I read this a couple of times and just now realized that Charles Dikkens was a profile here! Yes. Make him BEG! If we don't chat again, Happy Solstice/Festivus/Xmas/Christmas/Hanukkah/Kwanzaa. XO MT
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Nice MT! ...\8 Sapere aude, cor ad cor loquitur. RaMbLiNgS oF a LoSt MiNd
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I read this a couple of times and just now realized that Charles Dikkens was a profile here! Yes. Make him BEG! Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety. Other women cloy The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies. For vilest things Become themselves in her, that the holy priests Bless her when she is riggish. ~~ from Antony & Cleopatra
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12/14/2010 4:08 am |
I could only imagine having such an erotic, sensual experience. Now, thanks to you, I have! If I am ever so blessed, it would only be a warm-up, though. As you know from your own tantra, giving can be equal to receiving...
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12/13/2010 10:33 pm |
and by the way: [post 2499130] [post 2856614] This is the really small writing... in bold how 'bout RAINBOW colors?
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12/13/2010 10:12 pm |
I'm listening to Tom Waits - midnight lullaby right now and this reads fervently romantic to me. lol! Found your alpha then did you? You have a wonderful mind, this bends my brain that you even thought about doing this. I can't say enough about how insight-fully creative your intellect works. Urania College Schoolgirls Vol.12? When can I get the DVD? just had to plug that last bit... couldn't help it. [post 2856614] This is the really small writing... in bold how 'bout RAINBOW colors?
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