TOGETHER

He took in her scent as she rested against him; lavender and something he couldn’t quite identify.  His fingers traced along her skin and he smiled to himself as she tensed and relaxed in response to his touch.  Her warmth melded to his body and he sighed. 

She had been his now for only a few weeks, but she had learned the subtle cues he gave.  Her hand moved to the back of his neck as he kissed gently at her pulse.  His own hand gripped her arm, firm enough to give no doubt of his strength and control.  

He pulled her, dragging her around to face him go give greater access to her neck.  She turned her head, offering him greater access.  The pulse in her neck quickened as he rapped his lips around her flesh and sucked hard, pulling the blood to the surface.  It didn't take long for the weight of her body against him to inspire a firm bulge in his slacks.

His hands roamed her body, cupping and teasing her breast through her bra as he whispered his every desire in her ear.  The way he would tease her for hours, or how he would make her beg for release upon his cock.  Without warning, those same fingers slid down to trace the soft lips of her sex through her wet panties.

Her gasp filled his ear as she nuzzled into his neck and spread her legs for him.  The lace of her panties was all that separated his fingers from her sex.  Her breath returned to her in slow moan as he caressed her mound.  Tracing those soft lips with his fingers through the thin fabric.  Her cheeks moved against his aching bulge, sending jolts of pleasure through his spine.  She tighten her grip on his jacket, the tremble of her body and the shortening of her breaths told how close she was to her own orgasm.

He stood her, hearing the whimper in her voice as he did, "Sir, please don't stop, I was so close."  His teeth nipped at her neck, giving her the only warning she would get to do as she was directed.  Her whimpering stopped and she took a deep breath to calm her heart.  His hands caressed along her legs, gently roaming the curve of her hips before moving to cup her ass.  Fingers kneading those soft orbs as he returned to sucking at the bend of her neck.  Her moans were soft as he teased her, urging her down onto his knee.

She pressed herself down on his leg, knee firmly pressed against her mound as she began to rock her hips.  The wet mound of her panties pushed against his slack covered leg, dragging back and forth as he kissed her.  Teasing her fleshy cheeks, kneading them, pulling her to speed up the grinds against his thigh.  

"That's it girl, work yourself on my thigh." he said quietly but firmly.  She moaned again, holding onto his coat as she steadied herself.  Her eyes locked in his, as she pleaded silently for her release.

He leaned back, watching her work herself against his leg as her hands dropped to his bulge.  Tracing it's length with her fingers, then back up to his belt.  Trembling as she pulled at the leather in hopes he would not stop her.  She watched his eyes, ready to pull back but she didn't have to.  The belt pulled free and she deftly popped his button and pulled down his zipper.  She smiled to herself triumphantly as her fingers snaked into the waist of his boxers and pulled out his throbbing member. 

His back arched as she dropped to the floor.  All focus on her own needs forgotten as she moved to swirl her tongue across the tip of his cock.  He knew then that he had her, and hoped she didn't realize just how much she had him in return.

Story by:  MysterMitch

Photos by: MysterMitch

Models:  MysterMitch

Belinastregina

Furniture Used:  ::WS:: Cuckold Armchair

REVIEW TIME

Hey gang.  Time for another review.  Sorry this one is later than I wanted but RL has a way of kicking us when we least expect it.  But you don't want to know about that right?  You want to know about the awesome new stuff from WS.

This time I have to say I really think they have made a winner.  The new WS Cuckold Living Room set.  I primarily utilized the couch for this review, but all together the set is beautiful.

The texture huds allow you to change the look of the furniture, changing the cushions, frame, seat, and legs of the chair sofa, and the lamp and coffee table can be altered as well, to fit any room.  The textures are very well done and the HUD is direct and simple to use.  There was some difficulty on the suade choices in the HUD, but otherwise everything worked beautifully.

There are plenty of animations in this set of furniture.  Plenty to keep you happy and coming back for more.  The furniture can even be used solo, couple, or threesome.  The interactions allow wife/bull, wife/cuck, bull/cuck, and all three together.  The animations range from sweet and loving to full on forced fun.  

And some of these animations are the hottest I've seen around.

The furniture is completely integrated with the NOT MINE body cum system and Aeros cocks.  All set and ready for your naughty pleasure.

Had a lot of fun trying out the poses on this set.  I am sure you will too.  This has got to be the best WS Creations furniture piece I have tried out so far.  Other than the problem with the HUD, everything else was truly spectacular.

I give the WS Cuckold Living Room 4.5 Cocks Up.

Thanks again everyone,  See you next time.

Mitch Silverfang.

Furniture Used:  ::WS:: Cuckold Living Room

Models Used:  MysterMitch Resident

Moonie Mouse

THE NEW YEAR

He clicked off the T.V. as the ball ended its descent marking the beginning of 2018.  The year was young, and so was his night.  Taking a drink of his champagne and crossing to the woman tied to the post, he let his eyes roam her curves in anticipation.  Tilting her head up for a kiss, enjoying her soft moan as his lips meet hers and he shares the taste of the beverage from his tongue.

“Happy New Year my Sweet.”

“Happy New Year, Sir.”

Her eyes sparkle as the kiss breaks, and he caresses her neck to feel her pulse racing.  Staying close enough to take in her scent as his finger tease along her body.  His lips move to her ear, sucking gently at her lobe making her back arch against the wooden post.  Each movement of her body only spurred him on as his teeth nipped at that soft flesh and his fingers cupped her breast.  His fingers teasing across the nipple through her thin top, enjoying how they hardened at his touch.

“The night is young.  I think I am going to practice patience in this new year.”  His words are whispers in her ear.  Breath warm as it touches her skin.  The whimper she breathes in return makes him pull back and kiss her lips again.  With a slow grind he proved to her his excitement as his bulge pressed against her soft covered mound.

Her body responded, shifting against the post making the chains rattle and her thighs press around his leg trying to pull him closer.  Pressing his weight against her as his hands moved up to undo the chains, he released her arms and caught her as she relaxed.  Stepping back and taking her hand as he moved to sit in the chair by the window. 

She looked like an angel in the light pouring in, but he wanted anything but a angel tonight.  He pulled her onto his lap and caressed the curves of her body as she began to kiss his neck.  Turning his neck to give her more space, he allowed her to tease his pulse with soft kisses and darting licks with her tongue.  The growing bulge was beginning to ache beneath her weight as he grasped the end of the champagne bottle close by and pushed her back.

“We need to celebrate the new year.”  She responded to his words knowingly.  Arching her back and pushing out her breasts as he poured the bubbly liquid onto her flesh.  It ran down across the tops of her breasts and into her cleavage as she giggled and bit her lip in anticipation.

Her moan was audible as his tongue traced the path of that liquid.  Tasting it mixed with the salty sweat of her flesh making his cock ache under the weight of her body.  His hands on her back, holding her close as she arched further and pushed her breasts against his face.   Those thin fingers in his hair, urging him to take more of her as he pleased.  Sucking at the flesh of her breasts, cleaning the liquid with his tongue as it dried into a sticky sweet film for his pleasure.  Finding her nipple through her top and tugging it with his lips as she writhed and groaned on top of him.

“Please Sir,” her words came out half moan and half plea, “you promised me I could be your pleasure after the ball dropped.”  Her hands moved to his bulge, caressing it through his slacks.  He pulled away from her breast, leaving the fabric wet and her nipple hard and clearly visible. 

“Yes, I did.” 

She slid off his lap with a smile.  Her fingers worked nimbly at his belt and buttons as she kept her eyes on his.  He had made several promises for the new year, but this is the one he was going to enjoy the most.

Story by: mystermitch resident

Phots by: mystermitch resident

Furniture used: ::WS:: Bondage Post

::WS:: Master's Chair

A YEAR END REVIEW

So 2017 is coming to an end and it's been a pretty rough year for many of us.  There were some good times.  Some great times too.  But no one escaped the year without loss.


Life is never simple.  When we look back we have some clarity, but even in that clarity of after sight there are still patches of fog.  Moments we will never understand because they were beyond our control.  We like control.  The loss of it can cause us to spiral down into the worst parts of our personalities.  For those times I am sorry but I am not ashamed.  We can only do what feels like the best at the time and wish for a happy outcome.  Sometimes we win, sometimes we lose.

2017 had some big losses for me.  Changes I am still trying to learn to deal with on a day to day basis.  There were new friend who came into my life, some stayed, some disappeared.  Life is fickle and ever changing, but I am learning more about myself with each change.  We like to say that life is ever moving forward, but that isn't quite the truth.  It often goes backwards as well. There is the old saying, "One step forward and two steps back."  That is true of the stream of life.  We think we moved so far forward, and then look around and realize we are right back where we started.







What matters more in life is that we do the best we can in each situation, and we stay true to ourselves.  Don't set out to hurt others, but don't hurt yourself either.  Life is hard enough as it is without sacrificing your happiness.  So in the new year, learn to love yourself.  Learn to prioritize happiness.  Learn that great things can happen when you put effort into making them happen.  Be kind, never cruel, and support the ones you love.






Life is like the flow of the river, twists and turns, shifting currents, and rough waters and smooth.  It's an adventure of epic proportions.  So come on 2018.  I've got my sword and shield.  Let's see what you have in store.


Yours thankfully,

Mitch Silverfang

::PS:: I want to thank WS Creations for the chance to write the WS Blog and the faith they have shown in me.  And I want to thank all of you who give me feedback and fandom.  I truly appreciate it all and look forward to lots of great stories yet to come.

UNWRAP ME

It was getting close to Christmas, and as he looked down at her all he could think of was how he had everything he needed.  His fingers brushed through her hair as she laid her head in his lap.  Her eyes closed and her breathing light.  She looked as if she could be sleeping but he knew she was only waiting.  His eyes roamed the curves of her body and he played with her golden locks.  The need in him was growing.  He smiled as she opened her eyes and caught his gaze.  Sensing the change in his needs she sat  up and laid back against his chest, running her fingers along his leg.

The warmth of her flesh against his keeping the chill of the long winter night away.  The scent of her hair filled his senses as he moved to brush his lips across the back of her neck.  She shuddered against him and he felt his heart beat in his chest.  With a deep sigh he kissed her again.  Warm breaths of air from his mouth played across her skin as she let out a soft moan of approval.  Those breaths stopped when her fingers brushed across his bulge.  Tracing it’s outline through his briefs, she toyed with him before turning and kissing his lips.

The kiss was short but passionate as she pulled away and stood, moving him to the center of the couch before straddling his lap and slowly moving in that seductive dance she knew would drive him wild.  She always knew how to make him ache for her.  Every light brush of her body against his bulge sent ripples of pleasure though his body.  Her gyrations moving her ever closer.  The rhythm seductive and slow as if to some drumming beat he couldn’t hear over the pumping in his chest.

She leaned up, pushing herself higher as she gripped his head and pulled it between her breasts. He lost himself there.  The scent of her body, a floral fragrance from some unknown lotion, made him want to suck and kiss at her flesh.  His lips found her, kissed and sucked at her through her thin top.  The restriction of that lace top was feeble but enough to make him crave more.  Lust building inside him as he ran his hands along her thighs and hips.

Not able to take much more, he pushed her back, forcing her to arch her body and grind that soft mound against him.  Her head fell backward, moans echoing to the ceiling as she worked her moistening panties against his body.  His hands moved up her thighs, thumbs pushing at the edges of her panties.  Finding her swollen lips and brushing them with his thumbs in tease that caused a heightened groan of pleasure to escape.

In a swift motion he picked up his lusting beauty and laid her on her back.  Taking his place beside her, his hands trailed across her stomach and lower.  Her back arched, pushing her shoulders into the sofa and her breasts up to his waiting mouth.  Sucking at the hard tips of her nipples through her top as his fingers played across those silky panties.  Finding them wet, soaked in her nectar, he pushes them aside and works his fingers up and down her glistening lips.  Parting them with a groan of his own as his teeth bite down on her nipple.  Closing his eyes, the traces through those slick folds as if trying to memorize every tactile detail. 

Giving her breast a final tug at that hard tip, he releases her and kisses down her stomach.  His fingers moving to hook his fingers in the thin straps of her panties, pulling them down in one quick motion.  Her breathing catches, not making a sound.  His lips kiss their way along her hip, down her thigh then up again.  Stopping only when his lips brush across her soft outer folds.  Her shuddering groan for more urging him on.  This was the only present he needed, naughty or nice.

Story by: MysterMitch Resident

Models:  Withheld.

Furniture used: ::WS:: Classic Living room Master Set

RELAX

                The scent of the room filled Dexter’s senses as he entered the lounge.  His eyes adjusted to the light and he smiled as the focused on the scantily clad beauty by the table.  It had been a long week at work and the holidays added their own stress.  He needed a massage.  Asking around he found the name of a girl who offered massages of a more exotic flare and took a chance.  Seeing her now, he already knew he was going to get his money’s worth.

                “Good evening Sir.  May I take your robe?”  She moved to him, taking the belt of the plush white robe in her fingers and pulling it without waiting for an answer.  He made no effort to hide his eyes as they roamed her curves, barely hidden in her small white teddy.

                “I’m De..”  His words cut off with a finger on his lips.  Warm and soft as she looked him in the eyes with a shake of her head.

                “No names, Sir.”  She pushed the robe from his shoulders and took his hand, leading him to the table.  Dexter took his place, laying down on his stomach and relaxing.  Closing his eyes, the sounds of her movements around the table making his hair raise with anticipation.

                 “Just relax, Sir, and breathe.  Let me take care of you.”  Her hands touched Dexter’s shoulders and he settled down into the pillow with a sigh.  He couldn’t help but notice the warmth of her so close to his head, the occasional brush of the thin white lingerie top as it brushed his cheek, and the gentle way she caressed his skin.

                The masseuse leaned down over him, and Dexter felt his pulse race as her breasts rubbed against his head.  Opening his eyes to see them so close, brushing his cheeks and dragging down to his neck as her hands move along his spine.  He couldn’t help himself but to turn enough to feel one of those perfect orbs slip across his face and lips making him smile.  It was becoming difficult to lay on his stomach as his body responded to more than just her relaxing stimulation.

                

                She moved away from his head, causing him to pout momentarily as she shifted down to his legs.  Dexter sighed as he relaxed again, thankful to be laying on his stomach to hide his sudden aching bulge.  Her hands moved along his thighs now, kneading his muscles gently with her thin fingers.  Try as he might, there was no way ignore the way his cock throbbed each time her fingers neared the top of his leg.  His buttocks clenched, and he fought back the urge to grind against the table.  Whether she noticed or not, each time her fingers would drift just a little bit higher.

                The room seemed warmer now and Dexter felt his ache through out his body even as she switched legs and worked the other side.  He would have to thank John for recommending her.  Her fingers were magic.

                He pouted again as her hands left his thigh, only to gasp and feel his breath catch as she mounted his back on the table.  Her fingers brushed up his spine and across to his shoulders, but he hardly noticed.  His every thought now on the warmth pressed down onto his back, and the dampness he could feel touching his skin.  As magic as her hands were, that slow grinding against his back while she worked was all he could think about.

                Each movement she made dragged her gently against him.  He was positive of the wet feeling of those thin panties now.  She continued to work on his back for a bit longer before turning around and pressing herself against his upper back.  Her fingers slid down his spine to his buttocks making Dexter arch his back with a groan.  Did he just hear her moan as well?  He gripped the table and focused on breathing as her hands moved over his buttocks.  Kneading them in a firm grip as she dragged those wet panties back and forth, making his heart pound in his chest and his breathing shallow.

                Feeling her lift off him and climb off the table with a tap on his side she cooed softly, “Time to roll over, Sir.  There is more to be taken care of.”

                He rolled over with a blush as his bulge would easily be in plain view.  He kept his eyes closed and waited as he heard her moved to the end of the table.  Silence filled the room for what seemed like forever.  She didn’t touch him.  He couldn’t hear her move.  The only reason he knew she as was there was the soft warmth of her legs against his at the end of the table.  Dexter couldn’t take it any longer as he opened his eyes and looked at her sitting there.  The bulge in his shorts only got worse as he watched her reach and pull away the thin top that had barely hidden her breasts before.  Now with them fully exposed for him, her hands returned to his thighs. 

                “Sir does wish to be tended to?”  Her eyes darkened and her smile softened as she worked her fingers upward.

                He couldn’t speak, only nodding his head as his eyes focused on her swaying breasts.  The nipples so pink and hard, making his mouth water with the thought of sucking on their protruding tips.

                She moved her fingers up to the waistline of his briefs, hooking them in and pulling down in one fluid motion until his cock sprang free.  Dexter felt his body tremble as she licked her lips and moved closer.  Her hand touching his shaft with those delicate fingers sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body. 

As she started her slow strokes along his rigid shaft he relaxed back against the pillow.  He was going to owe a John one hell of a thank you.

Story by: MysterMitch Resident

Furniture Used:  ::WS:: Happy Ending Massage Table

Photos by: MysterMitch Resident

Models: MysterMitch Resident

HER BOY

                Her eyes roamed his body, taking in each line of his muscled torso as he rested on the pillow at her feet.  Her pillow.  Her boy.  She smiled to herself but never let it show.  Her face stayed placid, almost bored as he waited patiently for her command.  Kersti enjoyed the time with her boy.  Each hour at work passed so slowly when she knew he would be there waiting on his pillow for her arrival.  Today, she felt those hours and, so he would too.

                Kersti shifted in her chair, hardly looking in the boy’s direction now.  She inspected her nails, toyed with the leather of the chair, and occasionally slide her fingers along the exposed curve of her breast just to hear the catch in her boy’s breath.  Again, she fought back a smile.  She would keep this up until he was begging for her attention.

                    “Dance for me.  I am bored.”  She looked to him, eyes shining with anticipation.

                “Yes Miss.”  The boy moved his body slowly.  She could see the nervousness in his eyes.  His body moved with little rhythm.  His embarrassment only served to make her yearn for him more.  He danced his awkward dance for her pleasure and she watched the blush in his cheeks and the roll of his hips.

                Standing she moved around him as he danced.  Her fingers reaching out to lightly drag along his arm, then his shoulder.  She raked her nails across his back sending shivers down his spine, but he never stopped moving.  Such a good boy.

                Kersti stopped in front of the boy, kneeling on the floor and dragging her fingers along his chest.  Looking him in the eye as she swirled a light fingertip around his nipple.  His back arched and his breath caught but he never wavered.  She was impressed with his devotion.  It would earn him a bit of fun.

                “Stop, don’t move.”  The order was quick but firm.  He froze in place, arms up, chest out, and body open for her pleasure.  She moved to the floor, arching her back before him and spreading her legs.  Letting his eyes roam her body as she felt the moisture soaking her thin silk panties.  She smiled at last as his eyes found that soft mound.  Seeing the bulge in his pants flex and throb made it all the more fun as she laid back and ran her hands along her thighs and stomach.

                “You have been very patient.”  She cupped her breasts in her hands, rolling her fingers over the nipple covers that barely hid her hardening tips.  Her own back arched, pushing her breasts up as a faint moan escaped her lips.  Lust filled her eyes as she looked up at him and wished for his hands to roam across her curves.  Soon, but not quite yet.

                “Perhaps you would enjoy a little bit of a reward.”  She looked again at his swollen bulge moved to stand.  “Undress and let me see just how much you need it.”

                He did not hesitate.  Lowering his arms to undo the button of his pants, he pushed them down to his knees.  The boy was smart, never taking his eyes from hers and never standing.  She commanded his attention, but also kept him in his place.  Her own eyes dipped down, darkening with desire as his freed cock came into view.  She moved her leg forward to drag the leather of her boots against the thick shaft and the boy shuddered.  His eyes closing for a moment as the pleasure of it filled his senses.

                She moved a step away, allowing him to finish pulling his pants off his bent legs before kneeling quietly before her again.

                “Lay down and stroke yourself slowly for me.” 

                He laid back on the cushion, shifting to plant his feet on the floor on either side of her.  She turned a bit, not standing directly towards him.  Her face placid again as his hand gripped his cock and began its task.  She glanced at him occasionally, as if bored again.  The only betrayal of that truth being the damp patch formed on her panties.  She waited so long for him today.  He wouldn’t have to wait for her much longer.

Story by: MysterMitch Resident

Furniture used:  ::WS:: Wisdom Chair

::WS:: Slave Cushion Heavy Duty

Models:  Toby Giranamo

Kerstainah