Dominate me

Nikki swung her legs off the sofa and reached towards her glass as she stood up. She walked through to the kitchen and began clattering about as she did the washing up. Dave glanced towards the clock, timing how long it would take her, planning her move for the following night. Ten minutes passed while Holly banged around in the other room. Ryan knew exactly what he was going to do the next night, down to the last little detail. Holly would never suspect. The banging stopped and Holly appeared in the doorway, a blob of bubbles on her nose.

“Nik”, Dave chuckled, “come here, you’ve got bubbles on your nose”.

Nikki walked towards him, and wiped the bubbles off, before bending down to give him a kiss.

“Good night sweetie. I’m off to bed, knackered!” As she left the room, Dave picked up the TV remote, and began channel hopping. Nikki rolled her eyes and slowly climbed the stairs. Getting undressed, she slid between the sheets sighing as she relished the freshness of them against her skin as Dave had changed them earlier in the day.

As she drifted off to sleep, she could hear the low hum of the TV from downstairs. Dave could be hours yet and she had an early start in the morning. When the alarm went off, she felt like she had barely slept.Dave merely grunted as she slid out of bed and got dressed, waking up just enough to hear the click of the front door as she shut it quietly behind her.

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Arriving home later that day, Nikki couldn’t fail to notice the enormous bunch of freesias on the coffee table in the living room.

“Babe... they are gorgeous! What are they in aid of?”

“No reason, just wanted to spoil my gorgeous missus for a change.” He said smoothly as he handed her a glass of wine. “Come on through, I’ve made your favourite.”

Nikki beamed widely. She took her seat at the table and slipped off her shoes. This was a rare treat, what else could be in store for her?

As she pushed her plate away and leaned back in her chair, absolutely stuffed, Dave began picking the plates up, moving them all to the sink, ready for them to be washed later. He grabbed her hand and her glass, taking them to the living room and snuggled up on the sofa. She kissed him gently, and relaxed against him, drinking in the domestic bliss. Before long her eyes were shutting and then she felt Dave shaking her awake.

“Nik, don’t you think you should go to bed if you are that sleepy?” He asked.

“Yeah, I’ll just go and wash the dishes then.” Stretching out her stiff legs, Nikki staggered into the kitchen. He heard the taps go on and he made his move. Standing up quietly from the sofa, he tiptoed towards the stairs and climbed them carefully, avoiding the squeaky step in the middle. He stepped into their bedroom and began to remove his clothes, glancing at the clock the whole time. When he was down to his boxers, he stretched out under the duvet, and began to feign sleep.

When Nikki came up, Dave was wrapped up in the duvet, giving little pretend snores. Nikki snorted and began to get undressed, before grabbing one end of the duvet and tugging it to unravel him and to get some for herself. That was the movement that Dave had been waiting for, and as the duvet untangled from around him, he grabbed Nikki and pulled her down on top of him. She gasped in surprise, and then in delight as his mouth found her neck and he rolled her over so he was on top of her.

Grabbing her hands and pinning them above her head on the bed, and resuming his kissing of her neck. She sighed quietly, returning his kisses with hers, desperate to touch him but not strong enough to break his grip on her wrists. He released them slightly, reaching down the side of the bed and producing a pair of handcuffs. Nikki giggled nervously, feeling utterly powerless as he snapped them onto her wrists and secured her to the bedpost. This completed, he began to kiss his way down her body, sucking on her nipples briefly before moving further down her body and teasing her inner thighs with his tongue, bypassing her pussy just to tease and making her moan in frustration.

He moved back up her body again, kissing her mouth for the first time and pressing his crotch into hers so she could feel his hard cock through his boxers. She moaned quietly against his lips and he broke their kiss to whisper in her ear.

“I’m going to go down there and lick your clit before I come back up here and fuck you hard”.

Nikki moaned louder this time. This was such a change, Dave was normally so submissive. It was good to be dominated. True to his word, his tongue was slicking around her clit, making her wriggle in delight and just as his tongue was moving over the perfect spot, and his fingers had the perfect touch on her nipples he stopped.

Pulling off his boxers, Dave kneeled above Nikki, teasing his hard cock against her clit before he slid it tenderly inside her. She moved against him, wrapping her legs around his fit body, as he pumped his cock inside her, slowly at first but building up speed.

Bending over her again, he kissed and nipped at her neck as he moved faster within her, making her cry out in pleasure as his cock hit all the right places inside her. Suddenly he stopped moving, not wanting to cum yet and made to pull away slightly but Nikki wrapped her legs around him and moved herself with her lower body, refusing to let him stop himself. As she moved more, she felt him stiffen and then twitch inside her, gasping out as he came, relaxing his body against hers for a moment before creeping downwards and finishing the job he had started earlier. As his tongue moved over her clit, now wet with both of their juices, Nikki felt herself getting hotter and hotter before her orgasm overtook it and she came violently against Dave’s tongue.

Rolling off her to lie beside her, Dave smiled. “That was different eh? Did you like it?”

“I certainly did!” Nikki replied, “But do you think you can set me free? My arms hurt!”

Watch it grow

So, I’m an avid poster on Cosmopolitan... a little addicted to it! My greatest success has been my ‘baby’; my thread on long distance love.

Having spent the last year of my life in a long distance relationship, making a 3 hour commute at least 3 times during term, I have realised that I used to take my boyfriend for granted. Once upon a time, if I was having a bad day, feeling really down, I would have taken it out on him. I would have argued with him, blamed him for little things, and just nitpicked at every little detail – effectively pushing him away. Now, I will complain about it but not blame him. Our phone conversations are too precious, the time we spend together too important to be filling it up with me nitpicking and arguing

I feel like I have learned a lot in the past year. I’ve learned that it is easy to find fault in something that there is no fault in. I’ve learned that it is incredibly easy to believe that someone is cheating on you. I’ve learned that sometimes there just aren’t enough hours in the day to talk for a lengthy period. I’ve learned that names will get mentioned that mean nothing to me. I was initially daunted by all of these things, worrying and worrying that they would cause a rift, make a void between us that would be impossible to fill but the most important thing I have learned this year is that things change. You have to roll with the punches and just pick yourself back up. I’ve also come to acknowledge fully that if he wanted to be with someone else, then he wouldn’t be with me. It’s taken a lot of work for me to come to that conclusion but I now feel secure enough with our situation to accept it. It’s a good feeling to have.

This last year has also made me much more easily irritated. If I see someone who is able to see their boyfriend all the time, is able to call them and have them arrive within an hour, but who is pushing their boyfriend away, I want to grab them and shake them for taking it for granted. I have a friend who treats her boyfriend like muck. She will text him one word replies to messages, she will avoid his calls, refuses him sex all the time because she doesn’t enjoy it, and for me the worst, for their anniversary - he bought her a Claddagh ring, a lily where the stem wraps around her finger and the lily has a little pearl in it. She got him a photo frame, printed a picture of them onto crappy paper and let it be given to him streaky because she was running out of ink with the words ‘if you want a better photo you will have to print one yourself’. Now, her boyfriend is a bit of a sinister fellow, prone to grumpiness but he dotes on her. He adores her and she continues to treat him this way. It makes me feel so angry that she can’t see what she has, and I can’t tell her how I feel about it. It’s not good. It grates on me so much, that I just find myself constantly biting my tongue.

A relationship needs to be nurtured in order for it to grow. There is little point in having one if both parties can’t put in equal effort. It can’t be ignored, left to just carry on until someone decides to end it.

Communication is such a huge part of a relationship, and I believe that the ability to communicate is what has kept my relationship alive over the past year. It was allowed us to grow, to become a better couple because we can talk about what we want and what is bothering us. Is that so difficult to do?

To quote Counting Crows – ‘you don’t know what 'til it’s gone’. Seems to me that a bit of distance would make some people flourish despite it being difficult in the beginning!

Anti climax

When exams ended, I don't know what I expected. A fanfare? A trumpet? Someone handing me a glass of champagne? However, complete anti-climax. Just finished. I feel incredibly relieved now, nothing to worry about for a while.

I do find it quite scary that I have passed 2 years of my degree now! I can't quite take in that this time next year I will be a 'sociologist'. I don't want to be a sociologist. I'm going to have to apply for my PGCE over the summer and then I will potentially be an adult! Oh my!

Anyway, enough of that.


xx

The barman

Chris sighed as he wiped the bar down. It had been a long night and he was ready to go home. He stepped around the bar and began to check the pub, making sure everyone was really gone. He stooped to pick up a fallen barstool and as he stood up again he noticed a figure in the far corner. Walking towards it, he realised it was a girl. She was hunched over the table, her head on her delicately folded arms, her shoulders shaking slightly.

Chris walked towards her. “Excuse me, pubs closed now. Last orders was half an hour ago.”

The girl sat up displaying a tear stained face and red eyes. “Oh... sorry. I was supposed to be meeting someone but he isn’t here. How much of a fool must I look?” She sniffed delicately, wiping her hands over her face. “I’ll just get my stuff and go.”

She began to collect her belongings together, struggling to keep her face composed. Suddenly she collapsed on the seat again, her eyes streaming with fresh tears. Chris dropped his cloth onto the table, and sat down next to her, having a momentary battle deciding whether or not to put his arm around her. He did, and immediately she relaxed against him. He stroked her back, murmuring into her hair in comfort. Her sniffing and sobbing seemed to subside but she seemed relaxed against him, content to stay there for now. Chris decided to take the bull by the horns; he dropped a small kiss onto her head. She stiffened immediately and pulled away from him.

“Oh Christ! I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have done that; you’ll think I’m taking advantage!” He moved to pull away but she reached out and grabbed his hand, stopping him.

“It’s ok. Maybe I am destined to meet someone tonight. I’m Olivia.” Her eyes, wet with tears a moment ago, shone as she looked at him. “Thank you for caring, most other people would have been desperate to get home!”

“I’m Chris, and please don’t worry about it. I can think of nowhere else I’d rather be.” He blushed, realising this was a rather unmanly thing to say. He could feel the tension building around him and decided to break it. Standing up he walked away from where Olivia was sat in the corner. Striding across to the door, he quickly shot the bolts home, locking them inside the cosy bar. He flicked the light switch leaving only the light above the pool table in the corner glowing and only then did he wander back to the corner. Sitting down on the long banquette, he beckoned Olivia closer. She moved around the table, joining him on the comfier sofa.

Chris turned slightly so he was facing her, and reached out to wipe the last teardrops from her face. She reached up and touched his fingers, tracing her hand up his arm to his neck, playing with the short hairs as she did, moving ever so slightly closer.

Chris leaned forward, closing the space between them and pressing his lips against hers. Her lips were soft, tasting salty, the only sign now that she had been crying earlier. She responded well, opening his mouth with hers, and snaking her tongue in gently. She moaned quietly in her throat, a small signal to him that it was ok to go further. His hands, which had until now been holding her face, slid down her body to her thighs. They were soft beneath his hands, and he moved to the hem of her skirt, sliding up the inside of her thigh, feeling the heat pulsing towards him. She began to finger the buttons on his shirt, a gesture he found maddening. Pushing her back, he pulled his shirt over his head, ripping a button as he did so but not caring. He dropped it to the floor, and pulled her t-shirt over her head, symbolically dropping it on top of his. Her breasts threatened to spill over the top of her bra; he couldn’t believe how plump they were. Bending his head, he kissed the tops of them, unhooking her bra and dropping that to the floor as well. Her breasts shook as she gasped at the cold air hitting them but before she had time to think, he covered her.

Olivia was shocked by the sudden movement, but before she had time to process it, Chris’s mouth was over hers again, his tongue gently probing and his hands on her breasts, stroking her nipples into stiffness. She could feel his leg between her thighs, pressing into her. She kissed him more hungrily and moved her hands to the waist of his black jeans, undoing his button and tugging at the zip. He pushed himself up on his hands and slid the jeans to his ankles, and pushed up her skirt. He let himself back down, positioning his crotch over hers and pressing it into her, making her gasp as she felt the hardness between his legs. All that was separating them was the thin lace of her underwear and the, surprising, silk of his.

Chris reached between them and slid a finger into her panties, feeling her wetness against his finger and began to gently stroke her clit, making her gasp at his tenderness. She pushed her hand inside the elastic of his boxers, curling her fingers gently into his pubic hair.

“Olivia,” he breathed, “are you absolutely sure about this?”

She nodded, and that was all it took. He pulled his boxers off and pushed aside the crotch of her pants. Olivia bent and kissed this tip of his erect penis, before wrapping her legs around his waist and welcoming him inside her.

Chris moved gently at first, not wanting to hurt her, and then as her breathing began to quicken, he also moved faster. He plunged his cock into her, making her cry out with pleasure, and he felt her fingernails run down his back, pulling him closer still. She moaned and let out a breathy sigh. This encouraged Chris and he moved quicker still, hitting the spots that felt so good to Olivia, pushing her closer to orgasm. She wound her legs tighter around his waist and forced him deeper still. She had to come now!

Chris plunged on, loving how she felt around his throbbing cock. He could feel her tightening and knew that she was nearing orgasm. Suddenly he pulled out and bent his head to her crotch, flicking his tongue against her clitoris. He began to write the alphabet as he felt Olivia get wetter and wetter, only getting so far as M before she exploded, crying out as she did. She tasted divine on his tongue. When her muscles had ceased contracting he raised his head, and pushed his cock back inside her. She was all relaxed now, pulling him to her as she lay back. He thrust his hips, forcing his cock inside her further and faster. Suddenly the need to come overtook him. He was powerless to stop it and he groaned as he did, moving slower inside her, pulling out as he finished and collapsing on top of her. He kissed her neck and wrapped her in his arms.

“Wow.” She murmured, “that was amazing. You are amazing!”

Chris smiled, kissing her lips again, before whispering, “I’m here everyday.”

Stolen from Glamour magazine - 30 things to instantly put you in a good mood

1. Google your first crush. Consider sending him an email
2. Get rid of some unhappiness: let go of a grudge, forgive a slight, unload a worry.
3. Give dark nail polish a rest.
4. Watch The Nanny Diaries and feel better about your job.
5. Eat and drink plenty of pink: lemonade, grapefruit, champagne, icing.
   
6. Run an ice cube all over him.
7. Take a moment to think of your favourite thing a la Maria Von Trapp.
8. Use your sexy walk.
9. Open drawer, insert phone, close drawer, walk away.
10. Treat yourself to some expensive make up.
11. Have al all day showing of your favourite movies.
12. Plant something.
13. Throw out manky PJs and dressing gown and go for some silk!
14. Nakedness!
15. Make an ice cream jingle your ring tone.
    
16. Put a pair of sunglasses on a baby.
17. Have a power nap.
18. Make a cake.
19. Order the biggest meal.
20. Sex.
21. 'Don't worry about a thing, 'cause every little thing, gonna be alright' - Bob Marley.
22. Get up early and drive to the countryside to watch the sunrise.
23. Borrow a dog for a day.
24. Sing along to your radio with the windows open
25. Add fresh mint to cold drinks
26. Book a quickie weekend break to a romantic hotel.
27. Be barefoot more often that is appropriate.
28. Put your pjs on at 7pm and lie on the sofa til bedtime.
29. Wear gorgeous underwear just for yourself.
30. Turn 360 degrees and find 5 things that make your life beautiful.

Revenge?

Jangling her keys, and slamming the door behind her, Jess stomped through the hall. Stepping into the living room, she tutted at the closed curtains, not noticing her boyfriend prone on the sofa. Walking over to open them, he shot out an arm and grabbed her waist. Jess shrieked in surprise, and tumbled onto the sofa beside him.

“Hey lover” Kevin whispered. “ Had a good day?” Without giving her time to answer, he moved to kiss her, silencing her protests with his mouth. Jess relaxed against him, opening her mouth as his tongue snaked into it, feeling the days worries melt away as it did. She stepped up the pressure of the kiss, snaking her hands into his hair, forcing his mouth harder against his. He responded well, lining his body up with hers, and using his hands to pull her closer against him.

Jess released her grip on his head and pulled back slightly, “oh my god Kev! I have to have you now!”

He grinned at her, those were the exact words that every man wanted to hear. Pulling Jess to her feet, he began to undo the long line of buttons on her dress, each one making her quiver. She stopped him, and pulled the dress over her head, unable to wait any longer. Making a snap decision, she wriggled out of her knickers, and undid her bra, sliding the straps down her shoulders, and depositing it with the rest of her clothing pile.

Kevin couldn’t believe the woman standing before him. Jess was normally so timid and shy. He traced his hands down her sides, and over her nipples, watching them stiffen at his touch. Impatiently, she made a move to pull off his t shirt and he beat her to it, pulling it over his head and gasping as he felt her hands at the buttons of his jeans. She pushed them to his feet and quickly pushed his boxers down too – releasing his straining cock from their confines. She pressed herself against his body, kissing him again, moaning against his mouth as she did. Suddenly she pushed him back onto the sofa, and was soon straddling him as she guided his hand between her legs.

Kevin felt his cock twitch as he realised how wet she was. He gave her clit a stroke, making her break their kiss and gasp. He did it again, feeling her thighs grip his as she moved with his fingers. She traced her nails down his chest, over his stomach to his hard on, wanking him gently beneath her, then slipping herself down his erection and gently beginning to ride him.

Jess gasped as Kevin grabbed her hips and moved her on his cock. She relaxed against him, allowing herself to be manipulated, knowing that her orgasm would soon overtake her. She was breathing heavily now, and she dug her fingers into his back. Kevin was also sighing heavily, she could feel his cock within her twitching as he fought to control his orgasm and she moved against him with quicker. She didn’t want this to stop, she wanted to come right now! She took control back from Kevin, grinding her hips against his, feeling her orgasm beginning and moved faster still. She bit into his shoulder as she came, panting as she did.

Kevin stopped moving, he couldn’t take much more. Jess’s tits were in his face, he could feel her muscles clenching his cock, his orgasm was so close. When he felt Jess’s teeth release his shoulder, he began to move inside her again, slowly at first then quicker. He was desperate for release.

“Give it to me” Jess whispered in his ear. He groaned and then it happened. He came forcefully, crying out as his cock pulsed. When all was spent, he leaned back on the sofa, surveying the woman still astride him. She began to climb off, reaching for her underwear as she did.

“Does that mean I’m forgiven then?” he murmured.

“No, it means I needed a shag. You’ve still got a long way to go” Jess replied, sweeping out of the room with her pile of clothes, leaving Kevin naked on the sofa.

Fair weather friends.

So, I have this friend. He is one of my closet friends, we've always gotten on really well. He looks after me when I am down, and is always there to talk should I need it. Now, over easter, we went on a night out in town, to a club, lots of drinking, lots of music, lots of dancing. There was a large group of us, a group of my friends - as they had organised it, and a group of my boyfriend's and my friends - the people who we are both friends with but aren't necessarily friends of my friends. So we were all dancing, having a good time and I notice he is looking a little down, so I dance over to him, and shout in his ear about what is wrong. At this point, he drags me off to the side and proceeds to spend about 45mins discussing with me what was wrong. Now bear in mind this is a club so I can't really hear him, I'm feeling a little uncomfortable because it is completely the wrong atmosphere but never mind. So we sort it and he carries on. The next 3 days or so are taken up with him texting me and me trying to sort him out further.

He went back to uni and I didn't think anything more of it. We exchanged a few more texts on the subject and that was it. Occasionally we speak on msn but thats just how it is.

So, last week I met my friend to have lunch for her birthday. We were sat in Frankie and Benny's and she mentions that he is home. 'Oh' I say, 'I didn't know that'. Then she tells me that he has been home for a week and, when asked if he had seen anyone he had replied that he hadn't and should really make the effort. She then went on to tell me that he had said he would contact me about either doing something that night or the next night. So I say fair enough and we'll see what happens. That evening goes by and I hear no word, and I am not prepared to text him as he had said he would contact me. The next evening I have plans to go to my friend's house for a film and a chat. I arrive and as I step through the door, receive a text asking me to go to the pub that evening from him. So I reply, telling him that I was unaware he was home and I was out, having made the plan a week previously. Now he is in a huff with me. Is this my fault?

This post is dedicated to all of those people who have friends like this, friends who are happy to take advantage of your sympathies but don't give you some in return. End.