HIS GAME

The running water in the bathroom stopped at last.  Mitch sat patiently, waiting on the beauty to emerge.  He knew she was doing her best to prepare for him.  It had been a long time since they had spent time together, but he didn't tell her how much he had craved her in the meantime.  He listened to the ambient sounds of her preperation.  She hummed a soft song that he didn't recognize as she hung up her dress in the closet.  Mitch bit his lip in anticipation of what she must have been wearing underneth.

The site did not disappoint.  He stifled his growl of approval when she finally came into view.  Her body was still taught an toned.  She took great care of herself, it was easy to see.  His eyes took in her beauty as she crossed the distance with feline grace.  Funny how even a mouse can look like the cat when they move.  She laid her body against his on the sofa, and smiles.  Mitch pulled her up, looking deep into her eyes and just let her body meld to his.  They exchanged no words, there had been nothing but talking for far too long.

The smooth feel of her flesh under his hands brought his hunger to a raging inferno inside his chest.  His lips pressed to hers, sucking at those delicate petals as they opened to invite his tongue.  Her taste was familiar and pleasing.  Their bodies moved against each other as he explored her.  She kept her arms around his neck for strength as his hands caressed her every curve.

The room faded away and their desire consumed the night.  

The deep growl ripped from Mitch's chest as he gripped her ass and pulled her up, kissing and biting his way down her chest.  Her top gave him all the access he needed to her body.  In the dark he could hear the tremble in her voice and the moan in every breath.  His teeth bit the soft skin of her breast, leaving his mark before he reached her nipple.  Sucking it in, dragging his rough tongue across the hard tip as she moved her body on top.  Spreading herself over him so her soft, needy sex could grind against him.

His cock ached in his boxers but he refused to give into that desire.  Mitch instead kept his focus on her.  He alternated from one nipple to the other, taking them in his mouth and attacking them with his tongue.  Her soft mound ground down harder on his abdomen and he could feel the heat and moisture spreading across his skin.  He craved that moisture.  Wanted her taste on his tongue and her nectar on his lips.

She gasped out loud as he pulled her up and dove his tongue into her soft folds.  She shook and arched her back, pushing herself against his face.  He felt empowered, gripping her breasts and squeezing her trapped nipples between his fingers as he feasted on her velvet lips.  The darkness echoed her pleasure in the sounds of panted moans.

It had been too long, and he would claim all of her tonight.

Story by: mystermitch resident

photos by: mystermitch resident

THE DANGER

Vyolet stretched her aching body out on the lounger, the breeze tickling across her flesh to cool it from the heat of the day.  The sun was hot, feeling as if it had moved closer to the beach than the rest of the world.  Vyolet grinned at the idea.  What if climate change was simply the product of a moody star.  Her eyes closed, taking in the sounds of the ocean and pondered if the water would cool her flesh or simply boil her alive due to the mischievous heavenly body.

Speaking of heavenly bodies.  Vyolet opened her eyes slowly, letting them adjust again to the bright light of the wicked sun.  The blur faded away, the hazy water being replaced by the figure of a lovely woman moving gracefully towards her lounger.  Vyolet smiled, she had seen this same woman several times since her arrival.  Most recently, at the resort bar last night.  Always alone.

"Hi."  The girl moved her fingers along one arm, almost in a submissive posture, but her movements along the beach showed a deeper confidence.

"Hello again."  Vyolet kept her smile soft.

"Again?"  The girl feigned ignorance which made Vyolet chuckle.

"You don't really blend in, and I've seen you here and there around the beach."  Vyolet shifted up onto her elbows made no attempts to hide her roaming eyes.

"Yeah.  You stand out too."  The girl smiled back, knowing she had been caught.

"Well come sit.  It would be impolite not to invite my own stalker not to sit with me."  Vyolet shimmied a bit over, but not enough to give ample space.

"Stalker?"  The girl grinned but didn't refuse the seat.  Their bodies brushed each other a little at first, but then the girl realized Vyolet was not giving up any more room and she settled to laying more against the buxom beauty.  Vyolet felt the smooth skin against her own and trembled just a bit.  The scent of her hair filled her senses just as her mind began to work the girl's appearance.

Her nails, short like Vyolet's, her bikini, fashionable, comfortable, versitile.  A few well concealed scars that peek from the material or barely visible under the disguise of make up.  Her hair, cared for, but not too much, a woman on the go... perhaps travelling a lot.  

Vyolet looked the girl in the eyes and saw the same scan going over her body.  The girl's fingertips lightly tracing across a small line from a puncture wound in her belly.  Was that coincidence, or had she noticed the way Vyolet had tried to conceal it.  Vyolet wasn't sure, but she fought the way her muscles wanted to tense.

"I am sorry... I forgot to introduce myself... I'm Mar..."

"Shhhhhh... M will do."  Vyolet pushed her fingers against the woman's lips to silence her.  She didn't want to have any information from her other than what she could learn on her own.  There was a growing feeling in the pit of her stomach, and she tended to listen to it before all else.  "You can call me Vy."

M's fingers brush along Vyolet's stomach, then up, between her breasts to her neck.  Vyolet felt her body wanting to tense, but instead she relaxed her muscles and let the woman explore.  She traced Vyolet's lips with a light fingertip then moved along the line of her jaw.

"So what do you do for a living?"  M's eyes followed her fingers lazily.

"I work freelance.  Where and when I want."  Vyolet smiled and turned a bit towards M.  "That way, I stay in control of my life."

"Oh.. so you are a lady of control?"  M grinned and gripped the back of Vyolet's neck, pulling her into a deep, sudden kiss. Their lips met, and Vyolet moved to grip M's hip.  Her mind raced in thought, kissing M back if only to give her time to think.

Vyolet had come to this spot in the resort because it was secluded and private.  She had been there hours without seeing another person before M showed up.  Last night at the bar, the night before at the restaurant.  Was she being followed?  Was this really a stalker or was it something more?  Vyolet took a breath and let her fingertips learn more.  She closed her eyes to the sites and her ears to the soft moaning of the woman as her fingers moved across her skin.

That is all it took.  That soft exploration of M's body.  Two more scars along her back, one circular and one clearly a puncture.  Vyolet slowly softened the kiss until the two parted their lips.

"Wheew.. where did that come from?"  Vyolet rested back and fanned herself playfully.

"Oh.. something I wanted since the moment I saw you."  M grinned and reached over, picking up a small bottle of sun screen.  "Want me to help you out?"

"You first."  Grabbing the bottle from the beauty, Vyolet moved to the back of the lounger, giving her room to settle in front of her.  The lotion was cool in her hands as she warmed it, her eyes roaming the woman's curves.  Such a pity.

Vyolet's hands moved along the soft, pale skin.  Feeling her muscles tensing under her touch.  That was the last bit of proof Vyolet needed of her decision as she moved up and around the woman's neck.  He fingers wrapped around M's neck, squeezing tight.  M's hands moved to grip Vyolet's wrists, struggling to break free.  With trained skill, Vyolet's legs come up and wrapped around the woman's body before she could stand, trapping her there.  M clawed at her flesh, tried to gouge at Vyolet's eyes, the fight to live, intense as with all living creatures.  

Vyolet held tight until the struggle began to slow.  The life of the beautiful woman fading even as the sun first touched the waves of the water.  Both tragedy and beauty. 

Story by: mystermitch resident

Photos by: mystermitch resident

Furniture used: ::WS:: Summer Set

https://marketplace.secondlife.com/p/WS-Summer-Set/17582031

NEW REVIEW

Hey gang.  It's review time and I thought I'd take a look at the ::WS:: Beach Towel, since it's definitely HOT outside.  Time for catching some rays.. and some sexy ladies.  

I doubt that this needs to be mentioned, but I believe in the RP aspect of every piece of "furniture" in SL.  I try to mention it in my reviews each time.  So.. what is a lovely beach without the beach towel?  Do you go to the beach without one?  If you do.. what planet are you from?  We all need a beach towel.  Just saying.

The textures are lovely, which is a staple of ::WS::.  The towel comes with a HUD for easy texture change and tinting.  So it is easy to lay out towels in a colorful spread at your beach and make each one unique.

The animations are lovely and smooth.  There are options for solo, straight, and lesbian.  For a towel, there are a surprisingly nice set of animations options available.  I guarantee you wont use them all the first time you play with it.  And if you do prove me wrong.. you wont mind using them all again the next time you play with it.  

The towel is Aeros, Vajayjay, and It's Not Mine compatible as well, for all those wonderfully naughty folks out there.

I really liked the ::WS:: Beach Towel, and honestly more than i thought I would.  So I am happily giving it a 4 cocks up.  Have fun with it, and if you disagree with my review please give me a shout. Until then, Let those freak flags fly.

Review by: mystermitch resident

Photos by: mystermitch resident

Furniture used: ::WS:: Beach Towel

https://marketplace.secondlife.com/p/WS-Beach-Towel/17581921

THE BEACH

The water crashed against the rocks in the moonlight.  Sparkles of light burst into the air but he didn't notice any of it.  Constant sounds of waves filled the air but all he could hear was the beating of his heart in his chest.  It's pace picked up as he thought of her and the night they would have when she arrived.  He waited her, not for the view or the peace and quiet, but to be alone with her at last.

He spotted her at the far end of the beach, moving along the sand and waves in a carefree stroll.  In his head he pictured one of those cheesy Hollywood moments where they ran at each other in slow motion, arms out, crashing together in a kiss that made the heavens envious.  But he knew better than to do that.  There on the towel he waited and watched.  

When she was near enough he could finally see the moonlight in her hair he smiled and she smiled in return.  She didn't say a word, she didn't need to.  She laid next to him, resting her head on his chest, looking into his blue eyes as he stroked her silky hair.  It was a perfect moment.  

"Did your Daddy see you leave?"  he finally broke the silence.

"No.  He was too busy watching the game and texting whatever girl he wanted next."  She frowned a bit and snuggled closer to his chest.

"He is an idiot then."  he pulled her up, kissing her lips softly and wrapping her in his strong arms.

He could feel her tremble and her breath catch.  Their kiss deepened and her fingertips trailed his arm to his shoulder and down his side.  The kiss swelled with hunger, tongues sliding against each other, hands exploring exposed flesh, they showed each other how much they needed this moment in every breath they took.

His hand trailed up her stomach, fingertips light along her smooth skin making a trail of goosebumps as it went.  Reaching her breast at last, cupping the soft flesh through her top.  Her pulse quickened as his lips sucked at her neck.  The tip of her nipple hardening as his thumb brushed over it in slow circles.  She gasped in his ear and her nails dug into his back.  This is what he had craved.  

Kissing back across her jaw to her lips again.  This time the kiss was pure passion and lust.  They battled with their tongues and lips.  His hand gripping her breast tightly, pinching the nipple between his fingers as she reached down and traced the length of his bulge with her palm.  His back arched and a groan escaped his lips, but he wasn't ready for that.

Pushing her on her back and pinning her arms above her head, he leaned down and began kissing his way along her chest.  His teeth raked the flesh of her breast, biting it softly, not able to leave the mark he wanted.  His tongue traced the edge of her top playfully before he sucked her nipple through the thin bikini top.  

Her back arched in response, her soft whimpers turned into loud groans that competed with the crashing waves.  He sucked harder, pulling at the covered nipple, enjoying the tease of it all.  He knew he would have her naked before they were done, but he wasn't going to rush.  

He moved to the other side, repeating the teasing to her previously neglected nipple.  She gripped his hair, pulling him against her as she arched to push her breast into his mouth.  Her body shuddered underneath him sh he pressed his bulge against her thigh.  

"Oh... God... I need you, Lover."  her words were a whisper, but the sent his heart racing.

"You have me."  he leaned up, keeping one wrist pinned behind her head as his hand trailed down between her legs.  She parted for him, eager and accepting of his attention.  He watched her eyes as his fingertips slipped across the outline of her lips.  She moaned softly, lust filled eyes staring up at him.  Each moan grew stronger as he teased her, working his fingers along her soft mound, grinding that sensitive button through her now soaking bottoms.  

"Then take me... Please... "  She pleaded as her hand gripped the front of his shorts, trying to push them down.

"I will.... all night long."  

Story By: mystermitch resident

Photos By: mystermitch resident

Furniture used:  ::WS:: Beach Towel

https://marketplace.secondlife.com/p/WS-Beach-Towel/17581921

HERS

She glanced around the room, face a mask of boredom and disgust.  Her eyes occasionally landed on him, his body beginning to struggle to keep the pose.  It was pathetic how he tried so hard for something she never planned to give.  She looked away again, mind thinking of a thousand things she could do to get rid of him, but deep down she knew he would always come back to her.  An exasperated sigh escaped her lips as she looked at him.

"Why do you do this to yourself?"  Her lip curled in a smirk.

"I do it for you, and I do it because I deserve nothing less."  His eyes focused only on her boots.  He hadn't once looked her in the eyes since he arrived.

Tired of this pose, she snapped her fingers and he relaxed.  His arms dropped to his side, exhausted.  His muscles rippled with the release of the tension and for a moment he almost looked appealing.  Well almost.  She traced her fingers along his chest, then up his neck to his chin, tilting his eyes up to meet hers at last.

"And what if I don't want any of it?"  She slapped his face, then raked her nails along his cheek.

He winced but kept his eyes on hers. "Then I will keep giving until you release me or I please you."

"God how pathetic."  Her eyes roamed his body.  It wasn't that he had a bad body, it was that he had a bad everything else.

She took a firm grip of his hair and pulled him down, laying him on the floor before sitting back and resting against the back of the chair.  In the flickering light of the torches she could make out the sheen on his abs.  His body had improved since they met.  Countless hours wasted int he gym trying to make himself pleasing for her.  

She dragged her boot along his skin, the stiletto heal leaving a red line along those washboard abs.  She stopped with the toe of her boot pressed firmly against his raging bulge.  The size was no surprise to her, she's seen it countless times.  He showed it to her or anyone else she wanted him to show it too.  It was obvious what he wanted, which made it so much easier to deny him whenever she wanted.

He groaned as she pressed harder.  The swell of his cock under her boot was so very easy to see now.  Someday she would have to do this in front of an audience.  She was sure his cock would explode if they watched the way she treated him.  The lack of desire being a constant reminder of how unwanted he really is.

He shuddered hard again, she could feel the pulsing of his cock beneath her boot.  She smiled a knowing smile down to him.  His face blushed and his heart raced in his chest as he looked up at the ravishing beauty.  "Please.. please Miss...  I need to please you.. "

The silence was broken by the click of her heel as she rested her feet onto the tiled floor.

"You honestly think you can please me?"  Her eyes showed doubt and her lips curled to a smirk as she rested herself down into the chair.  She watched as he moved to his knees, taking his hands and moving them to caress her leg.  His eyes fixed on her breasts as he leaned forward, kissing the leather of her boot while her toes worked against his covered balls.

"No Miss."  his pelvis rocked forward, working his aching bulge

REVIEW TIME

Hey hey gang.  Yep, it's time for another WS review.  This time I wanted to let you know about a piece I really enjoyed using in my last blog.  The ::WS:: Double Dire Posts.  I didn't know what to expect when I started the shoot, but wow... I gotta say I really love this item.

Let's start with the RP aspect of this item.  WS has given you lots of choices in the menu options, from M/f, F/f, and F/m choices so it is open for a wide audience to use.  The menu is well broken down and the options go from soft and caring to humiliation and torture.  If you can't find something that fits your needs her I would be really shocked.  It is perfect for both Fendom and Maledom.  And the customization of textures will make sure it fits into any home environment.  I didn't try it out, but was told that you can even add a crest or family symbol to make it blend right into any home.

As I said, the menu is really simple to navigate and the animations are smooth and well thought out.  RLV support is enabled for Capture, time locks, and clothing removal, as well as other options.  You should really check it out.  Like most of WS furniture, the Double Dire Posts are Xcite, Sensations, and Aeros compatible and of course work perfectly with the Not Mine Cum system which we all love.  It also supports Vajayjay.. but I am not as familiar with the Vajayjay system.  I mean I love vajayjay.. just.. you know what I mean...

The ::WS:: Double Dire Posts also come with an assortment of props as well as adjustable cuffs.  All in all, I must say that this has been the most fun I've had doing a shoot in a long while, and this item has found a happy home in my dungeon for a long time to cum.

I give this item a whopping 5 cocks up.

See you next time gang, and remember to keep those freak flags flying high.

Review by: mystermitch resident

Photos by: mystermitch resident

Furniture used: ::WS:: Double Dire Post

https://marketplace.secondlife.com/p/WS-Double-Dire-Posts/17371164

BROKEN

My how the tables had turned. He had admired her fire and passion when they met, the fight he saw in her spirit. It burned bright in every aspect of her, through and through. Now here she was, chained at his feet, barely a shadow of the woman she was. Life had broken that spirit until all she had left was the pain. Pain he was going to help her embrace as something new.

“Are you ready to submit?” He gripped her hair and puller her head up until her eyes met his. There were no tears there, no sign of fear, but no fire or fight either.

“I don't submit to anyone.” Her words were defiant, but her eyes were lost.

“We will see.” He dropped her head and moved behind her, slapping her ass with his hand, feeling the sting on his palm. She bit back the cry. The second strike landed in the same spot, the flesh turning red and warm beneath his palm, though this time she didn't make a sound at all. He admired her determination, it would make it more fun for them both.

“There isn't fight in you, but there isn't hope either. Resignation to your fate is the reason you are here and taking this.” His belt loosened from his pants, the sound of it clearing the loops the only warning she would receive of what was next to come. “Why give up when you could have it all?”

“I don't see anything but hurt and pain.” Her head hung lower and he knew it was her heart that ached more than her flesh.

Doubling the leather in his hand, he bent and let it brush softly along her back and sides. Her body jumped when he passed over her sensitive skin, the nerves awakening to the sensations of the light caress. He watched as the goosebumps rippled across her flesh in response to his teasing. His fingers moved to her hair, pulling sharply to arch her back while the belt crossed slowly across her round, supple ass. “There are many kinds of pain.”

The first crack of the belt across her ass brought a loud shriek to her lips, it echoed through the room then died in the shadows. He took a moment to savor the sight of here there, body fighting to relax and tensing for the next blow at the same time. The next strikes hit her back, thighs, and ass with the same satisfying crack. She cried out now, finally giving the first signs of anything other than despair. Her flesh shown bright red where the belt had hit. Tomorrow those spots would be various shades of black or purple.

“You feeling something now?” His hand grabbed her throat and turned her to look at him. Those dark eyes starting to shine with a flicker that made him smile.

“Fuck you.” She groaned, but he could swear he saw a small smile on her lips.

“Well what a foul mouth.” He pulled her wrists from the chains and connected her cuffs behind her back, pushing her down onto the floor. His hand rose high and came down hard across her covered breasts. Her breath caught in her throat, but with the second strike it released in a low groan. “You are a filthy slut.”

“Fuck you, you don't know me.” her words were growing bolder, but she wasn't looking at him when she spoke. A clear sign she wasn't able to argue with him.

Gripping her ankle and securing it to post by the thick metal cuff. He chain shook and clanked as she halfheartedly protested her situation. She pushed against him as he grabbed her other ankle, but not a full fight of a captured woman. Her protests were more for show than freedom. The final shackle clanked tight around her leg, securing her into his desire. Her eyes locked on him now, watching him as his hands roamed her body. Fingers slipping down her thighs, pushing hard against her panties and smirking. “Wet, slut.”

“Bullshit..” Her teeth bared as she grinned and struggled against the bindings. “You couldn't get me wet.”

He stood and picked up the bucket from the corner. Swishing the cool water around as he circled around her. “Is that so?” He stopped over her, tipping the bucket and pouring part of the contents into her face. The water flowed into her mouth, choking her as she fought to breath in sputtering gasps. Tipping the bucket back, giving her a moment to catch her breath before tipping it again, catching her off guard so she swallowed down too much water and began to cough hard. Tossing the bucket away and pushing the hair from her face as she coughed and cried, trying to calm her fear.

Moving around her, watching her breast rise and fall as she struggled to catch her breath again. Her body trembled softly as she laid before him. The spread of her legs relaxed now, no longer struggling against the bindings. He moved between them and pressed the toe of his foot softly against the barely covered mound of her forbidden treasure. She jumped, head tossed back, releasing an undeniable moan from her quivering lips.

“Fuck.. no... no...” Her head tossed side to side as he pressed more firmly now, his sole grinding down against her covered sex. Grinding his weight against her clit through the thin silk, he knew the fire in her was flaming hot again.

“You feeling now?” He shifted his foot side to side, keeping the pressure constant.

“Yesssss.. yes. I feel it.. God....” Her wet hair matted her face, her eyes closed hard in anguish and need. He couldn't imagine her more beautiful.

“What do you feel?”

“Everything... I feel everything...” She looked at him at last, resolve and desire burning in her eyes.

“Then come here, cause I have everything to give you.” He released her, pulling her to her knees and offering her the reward of need and desire that would keep her passion burning for the rest of the night.

Story by: mystermitch resident

Photos by: mystermitch residnet

Furniture used: ::WS:: Double Dire Posts

https://marketplace.secondlife.com/p/WS-Double-Dire-Posts/17371164