Sex-Up

With her legs spread wide open, inviting, the queen lay back on her huge bed. She loved how soft and sensual the sheets felt below her bare ass, the slight breeze that blew over her body. It was a warm night, of which she was thankful. The day had been long and tiring, and what she really needed now was a release of tension, some dirty, naughty fun.

 Using one finger she ran her hand up the side of her naked body then over her exposed breasts, paying special attention to lightly brush her nipples. She shivered in anticipation, enjoying the thought of what she was about to do. The heat between her legs was growing, her need increasing. She had nine to choose from, a delicious selection that would please her as long as she wanted, doing anything she wanted them to do. It was a good arrangement.

 Two floors down from where the queen lay, her legs spread wide open and her hands gently teasing her own body, the King sat with a close group of friends and drank. Did he know what she was doing right now? Possibly. It was their secret, their filthy dirty secret that they kept at all costs. How she loved him for letting her take what pleasures she desired.

 Each of her servants had been hand picked by the king and herself. Of the nine, five were women and four were men. It was best to have a selection, a variety for whatever she desired. They were of all shapes and sizes, and in most cases as different from each other as two people could be. One of her male servants was tall and imposing, another short and dexterous, while a third was partially feminine, and the fourth... well he was just huge, in all ways. Oh but what he could do with those big hands!

 The women were of a similar variety. One was tiny, a little play thing that was meek and entirely obedient, hardly a thought of her own in that pretty head. Like most of the girls the queen chose, she had been entirely innocent, a virgin. It excited the queen knowing how dirty she had made them; how they were just hers, perfect little toys.

 Of all her servants Jewel was the only one of the girls who wasn't entirely innocent. With a curvy, sensual body, Jewel was a fair imitation of the queen herself. And what a deliciously wet pussy she had! There was a sensual sexiness about Jewel that the queen greatly admired. She was by far the most experienced of her servants, and could make her orgasm repeatedly. She also tasted amazing.

 There were no tall women, however. She had never desired women to be taller than she was herself; that just wouldn't do.

 All though none of them knew it, she had the same agreement with each of them. It was a secret held on pain of death. The queen liked it that way, liked none of them knowing. There was no room for gossip, less chance others would find out. They were her little toys, her play things, solely hers to use and there to obey her commands.

 When the expected knock came at the door the queen called out that they should enter.

 "Your grace," said Annabelle, her pretty little head bobbing cutely. She closed the door behind her and stood with her head bowed, her hands at her sides. That was just the way the queen liked them to enter.

 Taking a moment to admire the young thing standing before her, who was still in her teens (only a year or two younger than herself), the queen gave her clit a quick but hard rub, just enough to set her body tingling.

 "Take off your clothes," said the queen, her voice low and sensual.

 Annabelle didn't hesitate. The queen was sure the little slut loved these times just as much as she did herself. Indeed, as she pulled her dress up over her body, careful not to dislodge the pretty bow she had in her blonde hair, it was soon clear that underneath the dress she was as naked as the queen herself.

 "Did I tell you to come to me without underwear?" the queen was more curious than annoyed, the thought actually pleased her. Had she just taken off the underwear, or had she been like that all day, even when serving her and standing in attendance?

 "No, your grace,"

 "Then why have you?"

 Annabelle took a deep breath, then glanced a look up at the queen who lay naked on the bed, her smooth pussy already wet. "I wanted to be ready for you, my queen."

 "And are you?"

 Annabelle nodded her head, a little too eagerly. The queen liked them to enjoy it, but they were HER playthings.

 "When did you take off your underwear?"

 "I didn't put any on this morning... my queen."

 Oh, what a good, dirty girl. She would liked to have touch the girl during the day, might have if she had known and found the right opportunity. She had done it before. It still brought a smile to her face remembering an embarrassed Gerald trying to hide his huge cock that she had reached down and jerked hard while going to the rest room. If she had had the time she would have liked to make him cum in his pants. The thought of him walking around like that all day made her pussy throb.

 "Why are you still standing there?" asked the queen.

 "My lady?"

 The queen reached down and spread her pussy lips wide open, her juices running down to her ass. "Why isn't your tongue in my pussy, my sweet, good little girl?"

 The queen watched Annabelle as she walked across the room, her head still slightly bowed but her eyes entirely focused on the queens wet pussy. She really was a little whore, thought the queen, enjoying it.  A dirty little whore who would have her innocent tongue deep in pussy, her mouth and face pressed right between her legs. Ah, it was tantalizing torture imagining those events, watching the sexy little thing walk across the room.

 Without saying a word, the queen brought her legs up and held them apart with her arms. Annabelle, the good servant that she was, understood what she had to do exactly. Crawling across the bed on her knees, the petite blonde servant pushed apart her queens ass cheeks and then began to lick up all her pussy juice, pushing her tongue deep into the queens ass.

 "Good girl," said the queen, loving the feeling of the sweet girls tongue cleaning her ass.

 Slowly, Annabelle slid two of her delicate fingers inside the naked woman who lay before her. She sucked on the queen’s clit, pushed her face hard between her legs. With her tongue she rubbed the clit while her fingers fucked the queens pussy, getting harder and harder. The sound of her fingers going inside was one of wet suction, and the harder she finger fucked the queen the louder the noise got.

 Reaching down the queen grabbed the servant’s pretty hair, forcing her face deep into her pussy. She loved her little toys, how good they were, how they came and licked her pussy any time she wanted. She made sure to rub her pussy all over the servants face, wanting to own the girl completely.

 Leaning back, the queen let the pretty servant lick at her pussy. And she was good! A good little pussy-licking servant. She thought of her husband downstairs drinking, which only made her hotter. He would come to her afterwards, come to her and fuck her and use her as she used the servants. He was rough, sometimes. Especially when he drank a lot. She loved those times, loved when he fucked her throat, used her body and fucked her in every hole. Sometimes he even fucked her ass - which hurt, but her ass was his and he could fuck her however he wanted.

 Thinking of what the king would do when he finally came up brought the queen close to orgasm. Annabelle could sense it, and fucked with her fingers harder while furiously licking at the queen’s clit. She understood what she was, a servant that did anything her queen wanted. She liked making her queen happy.

 The queen was picturing her husband’s cock, of how he would later fuck her pussy, own her. She was thinking of swallowing his cum right when she orgasmed. Ah! She grabbed Annabelle by the hair, shoved her pussy into the girls mouth as she orgasmed.

 "Fuck! I'm going to cum all over you!"

 Annabelle loved it, moaned quietly and began rubbing her own pussy. The queen was too distracted to notice, didn't care about anything at that moment other than coming all over the girls face! And she was going to cum!

 "Ahhh fuck!! Fuck fuck fuck!!" The queen pulled Annabelle’s head tight against her pussy as she convulsed in the girls mouth. All that came from the servant was a soft whimper as her own body shook slightly.

 "So good," said the queen. "Such a good servant"

 Held with her face against the queen’s wet pussy, Annabelle breathed in deeply, loving the scent and that she had pleased her queen.

 "Put your dress back on and leave me," the queen pushed the girls head back. "And bring me some food from the kitchen. My husband will be up soon."

 Annabelle nodded meekly and gathered up her dress, quickly slipping it back on. She straightened her hair and headed for the door.

 "Annabelle,"

 "Yes, my queen?" the girl stopped near the door as she was about to leave.

 "Are you wet?"

 Annabelle nodded.

 "Good," the queen smiled. She really was a good little whore. And all hers. "Go on, you can go."

End; 

After a year (ish) break we are back and have a little time to answer questions, post some sexy shit and possibly write another story or two. If any of you have any ideas you would like to be written into a short story, let us know! 

All the best,

It’s not disgusting that he licks your ass, it’s dirty and kinky and sexy. Don’t feel awkward for him, he obviously likes it. I can tell you from experience that if you’re clean then it’s not disgusting at all. When I’m having sex I don’t want to think “Uh… should I do that or not?” I want to just do it! So if I want to lick my girls ass, then I will. Obviously I wouldn’t if we had spent the weekend camping in the woods with nowhere to shower ^^ There’s a time for everything. But if you have just got out of the shower/bath, I don’t see anything wrong with it. 

The spanking question is a little more difficult to answer. I’ll answer from my own point of view. Spanking is a bit naughty, and it gives you the sense of being in control. Just like many girls like to be dominated, guys like to be in control. In my experience MOST girls want the guy to be in control. Spanking your ass looks sexy and feels good, but he likes the idea of doing it. And it’s the IDEA that appeals to him more than the physical act of slapping your ass. It’s a bit rougher, more unrestrained. A large part of sex is mental, what we think and feel about doing certain things. I have practically no limits and like to do everything when it comes to sex (with a single person). You two are in love? If you’re comfortable with each other then talk and find out where your limits are. 

Well I can’t tell you what every guy would think of you - but to me I think it’s a good thing. I love sex and I’m a very sexual person, but I waited until I was older than you are now before I first had sex. I had plenty of chances to have sex with someone, yet I chose to wait for someone who I cared a lot about (my friends thought I was crazy). I don’t regret it at all. Look at it this way, it will make things that much more special for you with the guy you choose. And if he’s a decent guy, it will make it all that much more special to him too. Sex IS about feeling good and pleasure. But it’s also about being close to someone and sharing yourself with them. For a guy I might be a bit different, sleeping around and with random people has never appealed to me. 

Find someone you care a lot about. Be comfortable with them. Then have all the sex you want ;) There’s no rush. It’s easy to find someone to fuck - it’s much harder finding someone who wants you completely and always. Being a girl that hasn’t slept around a lot, I think that gives you a better chance of finding the right type of guy - if that’s what you’re looking for, of course. 

So no, it’s not weird and you shouldn’t be concerned about it at all. 

Good luck :)

Like most people that have a tumblr blog, I like to look on here sometimes when I’m bored. I don’t really “run” it any more. Mainly I just look at a few posts - and even that isn’t very often. 

Hmm, I would say that it’s either mental or medical. In my opinion most problems guys have when it comes to sex are mental. At least for young ish guys. I’m guessing you’ve ended up in his bed a few times, so really he should be comfortable with you by now. If I were you I MIGHT ask myself the question of “Is he really attracted to me?”. It’s a difficult question for me to answer, I’ve only had the problem once and it was my first time. The reason I was affected wasn’t that I was nervous, because I wasn’t. It was because I wanted to make it very good. I put too much pressure on myself and then it ended up a flop, literally… :P You could be the most stunning girl in the world, but that doesn’t mean someone is necessarily attracted to you. Maybe the problem is that he see’s you as more of a friend than anything else. The best advice I could give would be to talk to him to work out WHY it’s happening. Tell him to be brutally honest - but only tell him that if you’re prepared to hear the truth.