Her legs wrapped around his head, pulling his face in tight to her cunt. She exhaled hard, body tensed, then sighed and fell back, relaxing. “Not bad.”

He sat down on the floor in front of the couch, breathing hard. “Thanks.”

“The only problem is you enjoy doing it so much. It’d be more fun if I could make doing it hurt you…” She pulled her legs up and stretched out on the couch, tousling his hair and smirking slightly.

“Good luck with that.” He leaned back further into the crook of her arm, until it wrapped around his chin.

“That sounds like a challenge…”

“Well, you could hurt me while I’m doing it, sure. But actually make going down on you hurt? Barring some sort of arrangement with mouse traps that would really be a problem with pubic hair I don’t see…” The rest of his sentence turned to odd mumbles as she chuckled and wrapped her hand around his jaw, pulling his lips tight together.

“Shush. I’m thinking.” He shut his eyes, feeling her hand pressing into his flesh. She pulled him in tight, rubbing her thighs together, thinking of the touch of warm slick flesh making him wince and shudder. “Turn around.” She let go of his jaw. dragged a magazine off the end table and carefully tore out a page. “Tongue out.”

His tongue slid out, and she waved the glossy page in front of his eyes. “You get the idea. If you want to go down on me again anytime soon, I want a nice paper cut right down the center of your tongue.” She pulled the paper up higher as he reached for it, and looked him in the eyes. “I want to see blood.”

She nodded and let him take it the sheet of paper this time, but grabbed his wrist as her arm came back down. “And go get the salt shaker first.”

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I’m always interested in where people are reading this from, usually because it feels kind of flattering that someone living in a place as interesting (to me, anyway) as England or Australia is spending time reading my odd little rambles.

And if someone clicks on a link to visit this site, a little window-majigger in wordpress tells me where that link is listed. So I’ve been getting a lot of clicks (a lot for me anyway) from www.samarium.nl over the past few days. As near as I can tell it’s a message board, and the .nl is the domain name for the Netherlands. I don’t read Dutch, in fact I barely read English, so I have no idea what they’re saying, but it’s nice to see them around.

So “Howdy!” to the Netherlands, I hope you’re enjoying whatever you find, and are not just here because because “Little Submissions” means “Cheap Automobile Parts” or something in Dutch.

Thanks to all the other readers as well, while I’m at it. I like your clicks.

-V.

The floating scent of garlic, ginger, and MSG followed them into the apartment. She stood on tiptoes and wrapped his tie in her hand, pulling his lips down to hers. “Don’t go anywhere, I’ll be right back.”

He flopped down on the couch while she kicked off her shoes and danced into the kitchen, shoving things in the refrigerator around, then finally balancing their leftovers on top of a carton of eggs. He gurgled as she dropped down on his lap and grinned, leaned in close and kissed him. “Guess what tomorrow is?”

He shook his head from side to side and frowned. “Garbage day?” He tried to keep from smiling, failed, then forced his jaw into a poker face.

“Nope.” Her fingers worked the clasp of his belt loose and slid it through the loops. “It’s your birthday. And I’m going to be very, very nice to you on your birthday.”

“Really?” He looked at her, still smiling, but eyes narrowed and head tilted back slightly, feeling her hot breath starting to move faster on his face. “Very, very nice? What does that entail exactly?”

She rocked slowly on his lap, eyes closed, one hand under her blouse massaging the soft, tight skin between her breasts. “Oh yes, verrrrry nice.” She purred the word, and looked over at the clock. “Of course that’s two hours away. By then I’ll have beaten you raw. Every inch of your skin I kiss will have been torn apart by the rubber cane by then. I want to see if I can make you scream just by kissing you…”

The belt wrapped around his head, and she dragged one end through the clasp. “I want to see how lightly I can touch you with just my lips, and make you gasp. I want to feel that searing hot flesh under my tongue while you whimper because it brings all the pain back.”

She felt warm and full and cold and hungry all at once as she pulled on the end of the belt, wrapping it tight around his neck. “I want to flick clothespins off your cock with my mouth and see your hips twitch to try to get your cock away from my tongue. Oh yes, I’m going to be so very nice to you.”

She pulled harder on the belt until she had to plant her other hand on his chest to keep from dragging him toward her. “And then your special birthday surprise. You’re going to cum, and cum, and cum, and cum. And when it starts to hurt, then you’re going to fuck me.”

She felt his body twitch through the belt and let out a hard shuddering breath, grinding her cunt down into his leg. “Oh yes… you’re going to fuck me, knowing how much it will hurt when you come. And if I don’t think it hurts enough, you’ll do it again. Until you’re whimpering and begging me not to make you come anymore. Lying on the floor, your cock on fire, crying. So what do you say? Do you like your present?”

He forced his eyes open and nodded at her, finally croaked out a “Yes, ma’am.”

“Happy birthday boy.”

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