Swept away

“In that moment my mind is floating…yet I am thinking of you, my cuck. You’re so far away but right now you are here with me in my heart.”

Venus

He is someone I’ve written about before…

I walk outside the airport to see him standing there and I stop for a moment to smile and take him in with my eyes… his beautiful dark skin, his height which towers over me, his immaculately conditioned body, his smooth sexy voice that instantly makes me want him in a way which I cannot control. It’s been so long since we last saw each other. The anticipation has been so intense.

A few steps into the hotel room and I put my things on the counter. I’m saying something about going to have a quick shower, he steps behind me, towers over me, presses against my back, and kisses the back of my neck. Mid-sentence my mind goes blank, I can’t remember what I was saying, I close my eyes and feel his BBC pressing against me, I try to speak but nothing comes out, I can only breathe him in, feel the strength of his arms and I reach back and put my hand on him. I’m his. Entirely his. He says my name and I am his. Right now. My body and my mind belongs to him. In that moment my mind is floating…yet I am thinking of you, my cuck. You’re so far away but right now you are here with me in my heart.

He lays me down on the bed, I’m on my back and he tells me to spread my legs wide. I pull my legs apart and feel the stretch. My wet pussy welcomes him, he loves it. He slides his big black cock deep in my pussy. I gasp. That feeling….fuck. I lose my mind. My head tilts back, my eyes begin to close, I whisper his name. My pussy stretches. I feel him so deep inside me. It’s overwhelming. I am in that moment which I am addicted to….swept away.

Venus xo

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Fuck him

“What happened next is hard to put into words. I want to say I was overcome with the power and control that came with being in that position, but really it was so much more than simply that. Something in me just took over and knew exactly what to do, say, push, and overpower him.”

Venus

Before I get into this post about my new-found love of pegging, let me begin by saying that I’ve just done a short follow up interview for the KinkyCast Podcast for their 5 year anniversary episode. Turns out, the interview I did with them previously was their most listened to episode – yay! Here’s the link to it: https://kinkycast.com/archive/2019-archive/261—five-year-anniversary.html

Lastly in case you missed the link in my previous post, here’s the article I wrote for Simplysxy about what it takes to be a cuckoldress: http://simplysxy.com/articles/2018/12/20/what-it-takes-to-be-a-cuckoldress/

Now onto the really exciting news about pegging…

For so long I had zero interest in pegging guys and I’ve spent a lot of time trying to figure out exactly why. I think in a way I thought there wouldn’t really be anything in it for me and I’m so selfish sexually that the thought of it being his sexual experience and not mine…well it turned me the fuck off. So for ages I wanted nothing to do with it.

Then last summer I went out with a young cuck friend. We went for dinner and then to watch a football game (holy fuck the players are hotness) and after a few drinks we went back to his apartment. I had him locked in chastity as usual and he showed me the harness and attachment that he had just bought. Maybe it was the drinks mixed with curiosity, I don’t know, but I ended up trying it on and telling him I wanted to fuck his ass.

What happened next is hard to put into words. I want to say I was overcome with the power and control that came with being in that position, but really it was so much more than simply that. Something in me just took over and knew exactly what to do, say, push, and overpower him. I was at times gentle and sweet and other times strong and unforgiving, and the whole thing was incredible. It was a rush I had never had before – ever!

The next day I was just in amazement of how much I actually loved pegging. I wondered though, was it the alcohol? Was is the hot black football players I watched at the game that night that made me so excited? I wasn’t sure but I did know that I wanted to do it again.

Fast forward a couple months and I had a harness of my own (thanks to a friend of mine) and a small list of two more young white cuck friends who wanted me to pop their virgin ass cherry. I must admit I was a little nervous planning the second time around. This time I was totally sober and had everything planned beforehand so I wondered if I would love it the way I did the first time. Well well well….let me tell you… it was even better!!

So it’s official now I totally have a new-found love of pegging, and I’m really glad that I ended up going for it. For all of the women out there who are feeling like they hate the idea, take it from me, it’s really worth giving it a try!

Venus xo

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A fantasy…

“His eyes light up…he looks at me…and looks at my boyfriend, and says “Oh wow looks like I’ve stumbled upon the perfect situation here!”

Venus

The idea of fucking my boyfriend/husband’s boss or his friends really turns me on. For me, I feel like it’s the ultimate humiliation and therefore the ultimate enjoyment for both of us.

Picture in your mind, his boss is also his roommate. And his boss also happens to be a dominant black man who loves being a bull, and loves bossing around my boyfriend.

Now imagine the day I meet this tall hot black roommate boss of his, and he notices my Queen of Spades tattoo on my ankle….mmmm… His eyes light up…he looks at me…and looks at my boyfriend, and says “Oh wow looks like I’ve stumbled upon the perfect situation here! My boyfriend looks at me and says “Whatever you want baby you know I love you”. I smile and feel that flutter of excitement inside me.

The boss begins texting me; the conversation is explicit and hot as fuck. I love telling my boyfriend all about it and showing him which photos I’ve sent to his boss and describing his reaction to them. Both of us love it…it’s overwhelmingly hot…it’s something intimate we share together and bonds us even closer than before. It amplifies our love for each other to a whole other level.

Fuck, just writing this turns me on!!

Is this purely a fantasy that I’ve created in my imagination or have I experienced this situation in for real? Hmmmm I’m not going to say. It’s far more fun to just to wonder!

Venus xo

By the way I recently wrote a piece for simplysxy.com called ‘What it takes to be a cuckoldress’ Here’s the link if you would like to have a look: http://simplysxy.com/articles/2018/12/20/what-it-takes-to-be-a-cuckoldress/

The power of a bull

“I also think that similarly women in this lifestyle are either born to be a cuckoldress or not and men are either born wired to be a cuck or not. Personally I don’t think it’s something that you can just try on. For me I knew I wanted this even before I knew it was even a possibility.  I can understand how that would be true for a bull as well.”

Venus

Over the years I’ve come to really appreciate a bull who understands what it is to really be a true bull – someone who respects all of the roles within this kind of relationship dynamic and really loves the power that comes with it. There are lots of guys out there who are willing to take on the role of a bull to get some pussy but few who really adopt that role as a part of who they are. I love a bull who knows how to say and do the right things to both me and to a cuck and not just in the bedroom. That shit turns me on like crazy!

Recently came across a new bull (who was recommended to me by a woman I met) and he gave me some insight into to his thoughts about this. The following is what he had to say.    – Venus xo

“I’m a 28 year old bull who has been in the lifestyle for about 7 years but I have indeed been a bull for 28 years. It was the lifestyle that labelled my natural dominance, sexually and otherwise. My point is, just because you’re a black man or have a black dick, does not make you a bull – it’s a mindset, an unspoken confidence, or a swag if you will.  In my opinion it’s something you’re born with and if not and you try to pose, people will see right through you. 

Cucks take notice: I will be dominant with you. I will be firm with you. You will know the pecking order. And that’s okay. It’s who you are to be naturally submissive. Embrace it. And after you bust the nut just know I don’t and won’t stop being a dominant bull. It’s who I am, and I embrace it. 

So many cucks use black men and white women as jack off material – stop! You are not serious about the lifestyle and above that it’s offensive. A real bull will never just settle for being jack off material. A real bull has a need to exert his dominance toward the cuck outside of sex.”

I really love what he says about it being something that you’re born with. I also think that similarly women in this lifestyle are either born to be a cuckoldress or not and men are either born wired to be a cuck or not. Personally I don’t think it’s something that you can just try on. For me I knew I wanted this even before I knew it was even a possibility.  I can understand how that would be true for a bull as well.

True bulls are hard to come by and I imagine nearly all of the cuckoldresses have a little black book with a list of their favourite bulls – I know I do!

Venus xo

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Fuck me

“He’s tall, hot as fuck, beautiful inside and out, and he fucks me like a champion every single time, but most of all it’s the way he talks to me. He has this deep voice and he has that smooth confidence and style that makes me wet with just a few words.”

Venus

I’m going to see someone soon….someone who drives me fucking wild. I have no other way of saying it – he turns me on so much I almost lose my mind.

He’s a professional athlete so I fly out every so often to wherever he is playing. It’s not often enough though.  I would have him a lot more if I could but my busy life doesn’t always let me get away when I want to. FML.

We have some unique chemistry. He knows me so well. In fact it was shortly after we first met that I got my first Queen of  Spades tattoo (now I have three). He has the perfect balance of respecting me but still pushes my boundaries in a way that makes me feel comfortable with it. That kind of trust is not easy to find. I definitely want him to be one of the 5 on my wedding night.

He’s tall, hot as fuck, beautiful inside and out, and he fucks me like a champion every single time, but most of all it’s the way he talks to me. He has this deep voice and he has that smooth confidence and style that makes me wet with just a few words. And even when we’re just texting I get so caught up in it all that I find myself closing my eyes, tilting my head back and just completely getting lost in it all.  The things we talk about….so hot and so dirty….oh god….okay this is all very distracting now. Concentrate!

He sends me pics of him and I literally can’t handle how hot they make me. His big black dick gives me this deep overwhelming feeling that just takes over my whole body. I can’t think straight. I just stare. Mesmerized. What was I talking about again? Mmmmm.

When we see each other it’s….well you can imagine the heat.  On the way back from the airport he bent me over the back of his car in the parking lot. We just couldn’t wait to get inside his apartment. He lays me back, slides that big dick down my throat as my eyes water,my mascara runs, and I take it. I take it all. And I love it.

So now I count down the days until our next encounter. This time I’m bringing my girlfriend. I’ve shared him with her before and that was one of the best nights of my life so I’m excited to make some more memories like that.

Now what to wear….I need some new lingerie….some new sexy heels. Time to get a pedicure, my nails and hair done, my body waxed… It’s almost go time.

Venus xo