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The Results are IN!

We had our own little election recently for the following proposition...

Proposition 69

Be so advised that one person by name of Madison Madness will under go a photo shoot by such persons that wish to vote that she be a subject of a such a theme as the electors decide by cast of ballot for the following activities:

"Peg" someone with a strap-on,
Receive a huge facial,
Squeeze out a nice cream-pie,
Take it in the ass,
Tittie-fuck,
Masturebate in a close-up,
Fuck in a car.

Such manner of activity will decided by a "first-past-the-post" method.

As the Electoral Returning Officer I am pleased to report that Madison will be taking it in the ass with a plurality of 30.4%! A close second choice was the Peg Party with 26.1% of the vote followed by the Pie Party with 13%.

In an interview with Madison she was heard to say: "I will gladly go backdoor for the viewers of "Nylon Dreams" because they are a discriminating audience that knows what they like and what I like too." she then excused herself to get lube exclaiming as she left, "Somewhere out there, there is a cock that needs relief...and I intend to make sure to set his sperm free."

The "Car Party" demanded a recount but since the Keystone Pipeline Extension is on hold (for the moment) they were not able to submit their recount submission in time due to lack of gas.

When asked when Madison would take the office of ass slut she sighed visibly and stated she wished it could be sooner than later and that her constituents should wait for an update on her position as soon as her busy schedule would allow.

Thank the Lord...

That one. The one with the light of god in his eyes and the smell of England still on him. Young and fresh unbeaten by the desert and self doubt, hell even his tabard is still a soft brilliant white, the Red Cross glowing like blood. I want him to kiss me to taste the vows still in his mouth. I could call him to my room, some pretext of state will do, maybe a letter to carry to his superiors, to make it clear I am in authority over him. That must gall them all, especially the young ones, that a woman could order their actions. Stand close to him, lean over his shoulder and brush his cheek with my hair, let him smell a woman again. Whisper close to his ear my lips brushing him lightly; remind him of the softness of a woman. I can feel him startled, looking for a trap, licking his lips and a slight change in his breathing. I press closer to him my breasts against his shoulder and lean over to reach parchment on the desk. He presses his hands flat against the table top. I think about him standing behind me and lifting my skirts as he pushes me down across the desk. He could kick my legs open and slide his hand between my wet thighs. I take a deep breath and stand up suddenly…I am wet I realize soaking wet. But this knight wouldn’t…I am princess and he is a type of priest…so shiny still. He stands and grabs my arms to hold me up and pulls me against him. He is hard…his chest his hands are rough and I think about them on my smooth slick thighs and tremble. I put my hands on his chest and push him away slightly and he doesn’t let me go.

“You think I don’t know what you are doing…I am not the first man you have had here am I? They told me…they said you could cast a spell over a man so that he couldn’t think rationally. You could twist the love he has for god…fill his mind with lustful thoughts. I thought I was protected…but you…” he is hurting my arms as he pulls me into his body and kisses me. Not the sweet kiss I imagined, he is hungry and consumes me. His tongue explores me as he pushes me backwards trapped between his body and the wall. He grabs my breasts and squeezes hard. I whimper into his mouth. Heat flushes up through my belly from my wet clit. He is biting my neck and pulling the laces down my back. The wall is rough and cold against my corset and shoulders.

I smile at him” is it true then do I fill you with lust?” I press my hips up against him and feel him harden trough my skirts. My legs part slightly as i think about him. Hard leather riding boot pry my legs open and his hand is there.

“I know how to punish a woman like you” he pinches my slit hard and I cum on his hand, pressing into the pain between my legs. “See? You aren’t any better than the whores that follow us…are you princess” his finger flicks across my lips, tugging on me just the tip inside me” say it princess…tell e you’re a whore and you want me cock were my finger is” he slowly slides it in and out mf me. I want more…my hips are thrusting trying to satisfy myself. I slide my hand down and start rubbing him trough his pants. “I’m. I am a whore..Please I want you cock” he pushes me onto my knees “pray…show me what you can use your mouth for...princess” he rubs his cock agasint my lips pinching my nipple and when I gasp he pushes it in. holding my face stroking my cheek he tells me how pretty my moth is…how god must hear my prayers...he pumps deeper, mking me choke. I can feel him begin to loose control and then…he pulls back and pulls out of my mouth” you are very good at that whore. Who would think a woman that sings praise for the army could suck dick like that. Now we know why god listens”

When I stand up my dress stays on the floor. I am completely naked in front of him between my legs dripping wet slicking up my thighs. He walks behind me his cock lightly brushing my ass he bends me over slightly my ass sticking out. Sharp hot pain across my ass cheeks. And again I feel myself begin to orgasm. He rubs his crop across my lips “kiss it” and I do. He is behind me and the lashes land faster but not harder. My ass stings but I thrust after each stroke across my cheeks. The tip catches my pussy and I buck. “This is how we discipline our stable boys…do you want me to show you more” I moan as he aims for my clit. The leather hits and I moan in pleasure spreading wider “tell me again…tell me you need my cock princess”

“I need it…your cock I need it mylordplease” I pant. He stands behind me his rough hands stroking my ass like he would horses’ flank and I tremble under his fingers. He slides something thin and hard into my pussy…deep and leaves it there. He pulls me open and I feel his fingers stroking up and down my crack toying with riding crop in my cunt.

“pray…pray to god” he pushes his dick in my ass I try to pull away but he hold me back “ogod..Ogod” I am shaking as he starts stoking it in and out of my asshole. Thrusting in me ramming it harder moving the stick in my cunt. I cum over and over as he uses me until I am screaming for him to stop. He pounds me harder gripping hard with his hands. He drills so deep I think I am going to split in half as he cum shuddering as he fills me up.

Still inside me he pulls me up and holds me close. He is so strong I collapse in his arms. He pulls his pants back up, and wraps me in his mantle..So soft and white...Still smells like England.

Anyone else find this damn sexy?

I had a wicked fantasy about my Realtor Barbara about this. I helped dress her for a formal occasion in a simple black dress, white seamed stockings, and only a garter belt and heels and then fucked her ass and let my cum stain the hem of her dress so she had a little secret to remember during her dinner.

This image brings to mind some thoughts and memories.

Memory

My first partner went to university in a mid-sized town in Canada. She lived downtown equidistant from the fire and police headquarters in a rather rundown Victorian two-story house. She shared the two main floors with two room-mates; one her best friend and a new girl from Trenton, Ontario. In the basement was a very small apartment in which two foreign students resided. They where Chinese attending the same university. We never saw them but one day I got a call from Sandra asking me to come over after work as she had something she wanted to discuss.

We met and went to her room and she recounted how the night before she had heard through the heating vent in her room noises that sounded like the male partner of the couple in the basement was beating or abusing his female partner. She then asked me to bend down and put my ear to the vent and since they were home I could hear them talking. It was indistinct and since in was in Cantonese or Mandarin this made it harder to get a clear idea of the tone of the conversation.

We discussed this and she wanted to go the the police so we decided that was best. She would make a hypothetical inquiry as what would be the proper thing to do in a case such as this. Later that night she called me and related that she had spoken to a female police officer and that officer had advised her to talk to the woman in question personally.

My partner did so later at a time when she knew the male partner would not be home and it turns out the sounds she heard was them fucking. The Chinese woman was a bit embarrassed to have to relate this information and I am sure she was wondering what else my partner had heard from that vent.

We solved the problem in the summer and fall by putting a piece of wood over the vent and the sounds were muted to everyone's satisfaction. The voyeur in me would have loved to listen in but honestly there were never any times I was resident where such noises emanated from the vent.

But it also got us to thinking: Had they heard us fucking as well?

Thoughts

I cannot recollect ever hearing anyone making love. I have seen people engaging in sex at a distance like the first time I saw a woman giving a man a blow job when I was 12 deep in the woods at a local park near my home. Me and my friend watched fascinated at the blond woman in the flower print summer dress move her head back and forth while the man held his shirt up to his chest and let his head roll back with eyes closed in pleasure. Shamefully we did not walk away and let them enjoy this intimacy in private but waited until they were done and yelled some silly teenager slogan like "Fuck her. I did!" at them and then ran away.

Having had sex in some pretty grotty motels I often wonder if others have heard me and am apt to imagine their voyeuristic pleasure or ethical disgust with the noises coming from the thin walls of the motel room. (Tip: try and get an end unit then only one room can hear you!).

What comes to mind in the photograph above is several ideas. Is that woman actually hearing lovemaking and placing herself in her mind's eye as the recipient of the attention of that man? Perhaps she has listened before and got the gumption up to introduce herself to him at a later time and become the subject of his passion and cock?

If one was lonely and without a lover that noise would probably enhance the feeling of personal isolation.

I would love to hear from you kindly readers your thoughts and experiences...

Though I tend towards the D side of BDSM I am not one to refuse being subjected the the scenario being experienced by this male above. I love that the man is naked and the women are dress or more aptly armoured in clothing with long leather boots and leather gloves on. I hope after the teasing and play they let him find his ultimate release and reward after being their tortured titillated play-thing.

Holding a lover by the neck is a turn-on for me. I have found that even with more conventional partners I find my hands moving towards their neck as we fuck. I have wondered what has gone through their minds as our passion play of wrapping hip movements and sexual sounds fill the bedroom and the firm grip comes towards them. Mostly I hold firm but not tight hoping they will beg to be held in a tighter grip. Alas most turn their head and my grip softens and disengages but I wonder if they would say the words I want to hear.

Oh my! A most delicate balance of pressure. I hope that the nipple clamps give out before the nose ring does.

My Nun fantasy as yet unfulfilled. I have written before my desire to share this with someone and have yet to find the person and circumstances to realize this fantasy. I would prefer authentic and accurate dress as opposed to some lame Frederick's of Hollywood costume. And the altar of a church. I came close to this once if a United Church of Canada Minister with a penchant for BDSM and anal sex counts...No. I want a Nun.

When you rip your pantyhose open for me and bend over there is only one word I can think of - "NOW!"