Las Vegas.

I recently went to Las Vegas for my birthday, and was involved in a most spectacular night.

A girlfriend of mine took me out to a prestigious club for my birthday – and it happened to be “vodka drinks free for an hour” night.  After drinking a lot more fruit juice and vodka than was probably sane or healthy, the clock turned to 12:00 AM… my birthday.  She led me down the stairs, leaned over and gave me a soft kiss with a smile…
And we found ourselves in the bathroom of the Palazzo, with my back against the wall, her fingers inside of me as I bit down on her neck.  We weren’t alone – every so often we could hear someone whisper “I think I hear something” as I moaned and writhed for her, my hips twitching with so much need.  I wanted to take her back to the car… but I didn’t think we’d make it that far.

It was about the time that she unbuttoned my pants, got on her knees, and gazed up at me with a soft, whispered “Can I?” that I couldn’t think anymore, and lost myself in a haze of alcohol, her sweet lips, and her fingers driving me insane…



I promised her I’d write a post solely for her… then again, I wasn’t entirely coherent when she asked, but that’s okay.

I love her anyway.

I think it slightly amuses and weirds us both out, the fact that we’re women … in love… with each other.

I’m one of those people who can throw myself head-over-heels for more than one person at the same time, and not have it diminish any feeling I have for anyone else. It’s neat. And frustrating. But neat.

Now that I’ve got that clarified…


What do I say about her? She’s… beautiful. She’s beautiful to the point where I’m stumbling over words and keys trying to type this post, wondering how I can possibly describe how she makes me feel. Yeah, she’s an Egyptian pervert goddess, really, but that’s half the fun. We had our share of problems… she broke my heart, but I’m quite certain she’s more than made it up to me.

I hadn’t seen her for awhile, and she came to visit this morning, lavishing me in “DAMMIT I MISSED YOU!” kisses. She’s the one that has no qualms with having her way with me – any time, anywhere, no matter what’s going on.

She’s the one who was rather impressed because she -bruised- me, playing with my toys, and I don’t remember much, but I’m pretty sure I was begging anyway. She’s the one that ties me up to make me squirm, torturing me with little teasing caresses – fingertips, lips, the damned fanbrush that I HATE – and want to throw away… but she told me that I won’t.

So I can’t.

I’ve never actually had a Mistress before. But damn, I don’t regret it. I’m rather melancholy about the fact that Soulfire hasn’t worked out how to take over for me yet – because I tend to think a lot about what would happen if it was me and Tessalyn, alone…

The images don’t come out very clear and coherent – it’s more sensations and dizziness. Soft skin – pale flesh meeting deeply tanned in an artistic irony not lost on either of us. We’re so very different, and yet in the end, the same – no matter which one of us is the one squirming and helpless. (Though I rather like it when I’m the helpless one. Please?)

I’m not sure what I would do to her, really… I’ve never been that intimate with a woman before. Maybe it would just start off with soft, little pleading touches… exploring. Seeing what makes the other whimper, what makes the other moan… I want to know every little place that she likes to have touched.

But then it would get dangerous.

You see… we both have a penchant for blades. The few times I’ve bled for her ended in a dizzying spiral, a rush toward pleasure that I can’t quite recall… and I want it. If we played there, there wouldn’t be the danger there is here… and she could do anything she wanted.


I always had this fantasy about being tied up, bleeding… watching it drip off my nipples onto crisp, white sheets.

If it made it that far.

I want to see what little touches would send her soaring, what little touches would hold her on the edge… I want to hold her and stroke her hair when it’s finished, feeling the way her body trembles against me, slickened with sweat and juices. I want to feel how warm she is, how wet. I want to look up into her eyes, seeing that she’s helpless to what I’m doing to her…

Exploring, so slowly – too slowly. The soft touches that run down your skin, down your sides, down your hips – so very close, but not close enough. The tiny crease where thigh and other, softer skin meet – does she shiver like I do, begging, when fingertips are so close? I want to know. I want to know what it sounds like when she begs, when she moans, when she screams. When she comes.

I want to know what it feels like for her to be clenched down tightly on my fingers as I smirk above her, watching her writhe below me, dragging her nails sharply down my back (she’s already left marks…). I want to know what she’ll say to me when I tease her, dragging out the inevitable – what she’ll swear and promise to do to me in revenge.

What -will- she do?

She’d probably pull me into her lap, making me straddle one thigh, perhaps, so she could feel me wet and squirming against her, resting my head on her shoulder. Running her nails lightly down my back, so damn -teasing- that I can’t stand it.

All because she likes the way I beg.

And it isn’t -fair- and she KNOWS it. She knows I hate being teased, she knows I can’t take it…

But that’s never really stopped her.

She tests my limits and then forgets them, forcing me to bend to her will and obey – leading me to wherever her pleasure will take me.

Do I regret being hers?


I don’t think I ever will.

The only thing I regret is that Soulfire hasn’t figured it out yet.

If he does, I’ll let him watch…

Yum. (Sexual Content)

Sometimes it’s easy to forget how much Jason can turn me on. He’s usually either very, very sweet and cuddly and lovey or… well, kind of pissed off at everything and cranky and in an “I don’t know” mood. Lately there’s been very little inbetween-time and tonight… was nice. Tonight was a night to make me remember.

Tonight makes me think of why I got interested in him in the first place – his unbearably sexy nature. The thoughts that run through that boy’s head would be chasing me for the rest of my life, calling to me to lay down and take it … nevermind.


All we were doing was role-playing… just role-playing. But sometimes he comes up with phrases that…

Well, to use a term of Rena’s that we’ve adopted…

… makes my cunt clench.

(There, damn it, I said it in public, Tessalyn, Rena, Soulfire, you can all shut up, you’ve finally broken me.)

“Something carnal and vicious snapped in his mind when she moaned like a catgirl in heat—not that he knew what a catgirl in heat sounded like, but nonetheless, she had an effect on him. He would press into her, deeply, rolling her onto her back, pinning her to the bed. He felt strong and manly with her so helpless beneath him, and he began to understand the whole dominant/submissive thing, to a lesser extent. “

I can feel that snap, that sensation that tears you into nothing but what instinct drives you to be – whether it’s on your knees, trembling, begging, screaming – or standing over someone on their knees, teasing, torturing, making them scream. I can feel that… intensity that makes your rational mind stop and you begin to react on a deeper level, more primal… more feral. God, it makes me shudder.

I can just… see that, so clearly, and remember how fucking sexy he sounded on the phone the first time. Breathless, haughty, confident in his ability to render me to a quivering pile of goo… and it worked. God, did it work. He just talked to me in that voice that I imagine was what drove every girl he’s ever slept with to rip his pants off… God, please, Jason, please do that more often. I’m fucking begging you, I need it.

I need you to be that way more often, to seduce me, entice me…

Make me dance for you.


So while I still feel like I’m wrapped in saran wrap, things are still interesting around here.

Jason was kind of down on his lunch break, and we ended up snuggling on the couch. I have absolutely no fucking clue what happened, but we somehow ended up kissing, and then making out, and then my shirt was pulled up…

Things became a little frenzied from there. All sorts of nice kissing and sucking and hands down the pantsness. I think Jason just wanted me to claw his back a little *mrowl*. So I did… but only because he insisted on fingering me and trying to make me come. Hmph!

*smirk* So we curled up next to each other and we both ended up needing new underwear.

Talk about a lunch break.

Why don’t you pounce me more often?

… probably because I pounced you. Damn.




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An odd fetish.

I’ve found myself having a serious fetish for virgin faeries lately. Whenever I roleplay, I always seem to go with a faerie character. Preferably a virgin…

I have no idea why it turns me on so much. Well… parts of it I guess I do. Something about… the pain, the intimacy of the whole virgin thing just makes me feel all shivery. (Yes, I’m a painslut, give me a break.) It’s just… so fucking hot to roleplay. I’m tempted to post one of the scenes that I like the best, just to prove my point.

(Jason just chimed in, telling me to. So… here you go.)

I “borrowed” Karin from Shadow Hearts: Covenant. She’s… obviously slightly modified, but I tried to play her as I thought she’d be when drunk, anyway. Jason used a character called Malcorith, a half-elf bartender. Both characters are really freakin’ hot.


He would be pleasantly surprised at the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra. She groaned softly, arching her back into him, squirming contentedly against the bed. On a purely carnal, instinctual level, she reacted to his body, licking at her lips slowly as she gazed up at him. She was used to letting her body take the lead – many things in her life required movement over thought, and she was very much comfortable to simply react to him, feeling everything he offered to her and more.

He would even offer a brush of teeth to the nub in his mouth, then move to the other nipple, giving it similar treatment while a hand reaches up to play with the moistened breast. He kneads it gently, some pressure, and a moan into her flesh. He likes how she tastes, how she feels, and his breath grows very hot with the sensations of it. He eventually stops, looking up at her with a bit of a predatorial glare, moving still lower down. He wasn’t sure how to undo the skirt she wore, so he instead merely hiked it up. He pulled her thighs apart and looked to the panties there, pressing a couple fingers underneath and pulling them aside, revealing her sex. He was never one to be subtle, and his lips locked on her sensitive flesh, licking and suckling with that talented tongue. At one point, he had his tongue curved just right so that she would feel pressure on her clit from seemingly two different sources.

Karyn moans softly, nails digging into the bed gently as she writhes slowly beneath him. She likes the feeling of her nipples hardening beneath his lips, his teeth. She shuddered involuntarily at his gaze, going still immediately as she panted quietly. It made chills run down her spine in the most pleasant of ways. She let her head fall back against the bed as he moved down, nibbling at her lower lip slowly, enjoying the haze of alcohol-warmth and gentle pleasures. She was rather glad he wasn’t into the subtlety bit. She wasn’t entirely sure she would be able to handle that right now without trying to smack him or something. She blinked a little with a startled gasp, arching into his mouth gently, whimpering helplessly.

He would continue to suckle at her flesh, lips and tongue hungrily seeking out whatever of her flavor he could. A finger would press inside her folds, and he’d start pumping it in and out, slowly, before he curled it upwards, seeking her g-spot, should he be able to find it. He makes note, however, of a certain barrier of skin that’s still intact on her body, and he pauses from his licking and nibbling of her naughtier places to lean up and glance at her. “You didn’t mention you were a virgin,” He said, half-teasingly, his finger rubbing at her most sensitive areas within her. “You sure you want to go through with this?” He half-purrs. “It’s not too late to back out and just enjoy my tongue…”

She shivered gently, whimpering with tiny pants as she squirmed, pressing against his finger gently, biting at her lip harder to keep from begging. She blinked a little, looking down at him, pouting a little at the seemingly abrupt stopping of all things good in the world. “Please?” she merely whispered needily, a desperate tone in her voice. “Please don’t stop…” Damned with pride, it felt nice, he was nice, and she wasn’t particularly inclined to stop him. She arched her back again, involuntarily with a groan, licking at her lips as she gazed down at him pleadingly.

He continued to merely finger her g-spot, pressing a second finger inside to help put more pressure on the sensitive area. “Don’t stop? But you know what I want, right?” His fingers surged forwards a little, pressing against her hymen in a bit of warning. “I’m going to have to tear through this,” he says, his other hand reaching to the button and zipper of his pants, undoing them. “You want me inside of you?” He asks, his voice falling lower, more sultry, seductive again. He pulls down his boxers, his length springing free, throbbing, needy. He inches forth, removing his fingers from her flesh and using that hand to grab hold of his length, pressing the head of his length to her sex, holding the panties she was still wearing aside. He wouldn’t have to in a moment, but for now, he just looks her in the eye, asking… “You still want it? Want me?”

She groaned again, eyes clamping shut as she clenched down on his fingers softly, wings glittering faintly as she shuddered. “I know,” she managed, swallowing hard. “Yes, God, please,” she ended in a whisper, trying to answer all of his questions at once without letting him stop touching her. She gazed up at him desperately, the need and desire screaming in her eyes as she trembled. Yes, she was nervous, but God, yes, she wanted it. “I don’t –want- this,” she murmured. “I need this…” She swallowed hard, feeling him against her. It was such a new feeling; but… one she wasn’t quite sure she would ever get used to, and she was certain that was a wonderful thing indeed.

She was probably the strongest-willed virgin he had ever met. It was honestly hot, something he wouldn’t be able to get out of his head, and with a buck of his strong hips, he would push and tear through that skin barrier without regard or fear. He would let out a groan at the feeling of her flesh closing over him, and his hands would move to her hips, grabbing them, gripping them roughly, and he pauses, trembling almost violently as he revels in the feelings she sends through his body. He stays still, unable to move, uncertain he wants to. “G-God,” he mutters, clenching his eyes shut, lips parting, breath ragged. “Incredible…”

She cried out sharply, hands quickly moving to his back, her nails dragging down it hard. “Fuck,” she swore breathlessly, unconsciously pressing her hips firmly into his. She shut her eyes tightly against the stars at the edge of her vision, shuddering violently. “Fuck…” she whimpered again. She squirmed against him, loving how he felt against her; warm and solid and holding onto her in such nice ways. She could feel his pulse within her, could feel her own pulse thundering through her veins, through her wings, and it was dizzying.

He collapsed. He let his body fall as delicately against hers as he could, pressing his muscular chest to her breasts, crushing them a little, and he only then began to withdraw. He would pull his throbbing length out of her flesh a little bit, only to press it inside again. There would be blood on his sheets tonight, and he probably wouldn’t wash it out. He liked it. His eyes opened, trying to stare into hers, his lips only a scant inch or two away from stealing a kiss. He rolled his hips, slowly, giving her a moment to adapt to being violated in such a delicious manner. “Keep talking,” he whispered. “I want to know what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours,” he added. He was a little more in control now, and he had never had a faerie before, let alone a faerie virgin. He wanted to savor every aspect of the moment.

Her nails dug harder into his back as she gasped, writhing against his body as she mewled helplessly, slowly opening her eyes to gaze into his. “Oh, God,” she murmured softly to herself, crying out again as he brushed against that oh-so-nice place deeply within her. She blinked away the stars, the tears, trying to register everything that she was feeling, and just… gave in. To him, to the sensations, to what he’s doing to her – it felt too intense to resist, and she didn’t even bother trying anymore. She swallowed hard and slowly smiled up at him. “Want you,” she whispered. “God, I need this.”

He liked how her fingernails felt in his back. He wanted her to make him bleed. “Want you,” He responded, almost in tandem. He continued rolling his hips, rubbing the entire length of his body against hers—even despite the fact she still had her boot-stocking things on, and her skirt and panties. The carnal nature of the act made him ignore it, yet it fueled his desire more. “Why need?” He asked, genuinely curious as his hands released her hips a little bit, guiding them, guiding her. He actually pressed a little into her fingers, trying to get her to dig deeper. “Tell me what you like…”

If he keeps up with what he’s doing, she’ll make him bleed all right, probably more than he really wanted. She sighed slowly, trying to relax, pressing down into him a little harder, instinctively wanting him deeper, more, harder, faster, anything, just –more-. “Because… it feels good,” she murmured, after some thought. “Good and full and whole and … so… fucking… intense,” she whimpered, another shiver of pain slithering down her spine like cold water. She liked the reflection of glitter against his body. It somehow suited him. She clung to him tightly, wrapping her legs around him as best as she could, considering he hadn’t really bothered to take her clothes off, but it was passable.

He liked how she said full, and pressed himself as deeply inside of her as he could manage. He places his hands on her thighs, wrapping her legs around his body further, and he just holds that position, feeling the depth, closing his eyes a moment and letting out a sound almost like a purr. “What do you want me to do?” He asks, starting to roll his hips again, but barely moving at all. Just slight pressure, slight movement, and much friction against her clit. “Tell me what you like about this,” he asks. Vocal boy in bed, wasn’t he? He canted his head, starting to press little kisses along her jawline and her neck, moaning into her flesh with little whimpers and groans.


Hot, no?

Another story.

This is a role-play scene that Jason and I wrote out the other day. I’m not entirely sure where the hell it came from – but we nearly attacked each other with feral kisses by the time we were done. I rather liked it. I was going to post it on Jason’s blog, but I felt like seeing it on mine… Content edited purely for grammar and style, I took out the action marks. Mrow. Comments?


She has curled up upon a blanket near the thick, snow-tinted window in the tavern, her back to the gentle flames. A few beautiful patrons – male and female – glanced the pretty kitten’s way every so often, but her eyes were on the road. Where is he? She wondered, mewling sulkily. Snow tigress or not, she was rather put out by the dampness that seeped through the shabby boards.

Kendarin has a penchant for getting into mischief, danger, and trouble on his adventures, and tonight was no different. Shae would soon see Kendarin running towards the tavern in a dead sprint, followed by what looks to be several very angry wolven creatures. He’d swiftly storm into the tavern, slamming the doors shut behind him, much to the chagrin of whatever was chasing him. Panting, he slumped, seating himself on the floor, leaning against the one thing keeping him safe at the moment. Eventually, whatever was chasing him would leave.

Tilting her head curiously, she stretched, arching her back, as felines are wont to do – padding silently across the wooden floor, she settled down next to him, laying her head on his lap. “You’re late.”

He gave a mildly annoyed grin down to his kitten, chuckling and shaking his head. “So I don’t run as quickly as I like.” He stroked Shae’s cheeks gently with the pads of his fingers, still breathing a little heavily. “So how are you? Miss me?”

She whimpered quietly, nuzzling into his fingers, desperate for the affection. Through slitted eyes, she glared at the various patrons of the room. “There’s all these… these… human people sitting around staring at me!” she hrmphed, her tail flicking against the floor rapidly in annoyance. “Like they’ve never seen kittygirls before!” She sulked at him, squirming until she curled up entirely on his lap, save for the very angry tail that thumped against the floorboards continuously, a staccato beat.

“Human people aren’t so accustomed to such exotic beauty, Shaelote. They think they’re dreaming.” He smirked some kinda smirk, more sardonic to the humans and kindly to his lover, as he gently picked her up from his lap, carrying her over to one of the couches by the fireplace. He shot a glare or two to any patrons that gave perverted glares; they could watch all they wanted, but he would be the only one to touch her, ever. He’d lay down on the couch, setting his kitten beside him, wrapping an arm around her appreciatively.

She gave him a curious look – it, of course, would never occur to her that they might think her exotic; that humans wouldn’t know what she is. She nuzzled into him gently, purring quietly, all but oblivious to the room. Well, except for one or two, maybe, but the collar that softly hugged her throat blatantly told where – and to whom – she belonged. “Dreaming?” she murmured, snuggling closer to him as tightly as she could, wrapping a leg over his hip.

He purred as she straddled him, per se, shifting to cling closer to the kittygirl. He knew of the patrons in the room, but he grinned a very Cheshire grin; they could watch all they want. “Maybe of you. You’re wearing a little much to match the dream, however.”

A pervert, yes, but his purring shifted to something lower, a little more carnal, as he canted his head and sank his teeth ever-so-slightly into her neck.

Whatever she had been about to say was quickly thrown out the window – let the snow have common sense, she had no use for it right now. The tips of her claws gently nipped at his shoulders as she mewled, tiger striped tail swishing back and forth behind her as she squirmed. “Why?” she whimpered, before curling up against him even closer, clinging for what appeared to be dear life.

“Let the uncultured humans watch and learn what true love—and true lust—is. Are. Whatever.” He honestly did hope that someone was watching as he trailed a claw down her spine, his other hand working to remove that little halter top she typically wore. Once it was away from her fur, he’d lean again to take one of her nipples into his lips, suckling just a little, dragging the textured center of his tongue over it.

“Missed me that much?” she purred, squirming, daring to glance over her shoulder at one or two awed patrons. Silvershard cat eyes stared back at them before she gasped sharply, her attention quickly averting to her lover. Staring down at him, she mewled softly, swallowing hard, feeling the tug of the collar around her throat, delicious and reminding all at once.

He knew. He knew the collar would do things to her, and a finger hooked in the ring in the front of it would curl, and he’d give a little tug. He wanted to remind her that she was his—not that she needed it. He continued suckling on the nipple in his mouth, nibbling the sensitive bud gently. He opened an eye for a moment, looking to see who was watching, and when he saw an elven girl in the corner watching with some lost kind of look in her eyes, he smirked inwardly and moaned into the catgirl’s flesh.

She moaned quietly, tiny purrs rumbling beneath her breasts as he tugged on her collar – God, what the very thought did to her. She arched her back in a single felinesque movement, her tail coiling about her thigh as she shivered above him, sharp kitten fangs nibbling at her lips. “Not FAIR!”

Another tug on her collar, and he released her nipple, giving a little “hush!” through gritted teeth. He smirked ever more inwardly as his own excitement grew; the evidence of such probably noticeable through the thin silk of his slacks. “Invite the redheaded elf in the corner closer to watch,” He whispered. “I would do it myself, but I want to see how you would.” With that, the finger in the loop of her collar straightened, releasing her.

She whined softly as he let go, pouting, nuzzling her cheek against him sulkily for a moment before sighing, slipping off his lap. She remained on hands and knees, however, as she slunk over to the elven girl, laying a soft cheek against her knee. “You’re pretty,” she murmured distractedly. “We like you.”

The elven girl blushed a red that matched her hair. It was really a rather pretty sight. She opened her mouth as if to speak, but the words wouldn’t come. The girl would tentatively stretch an arm out and stroke the catgirl’s hair. Kendarin would grin ever wider as he saw this, chuckling to himself. “Good girl, Shae,” He’d murmur, though it wasn’t really audible.

She purred lightly, rubbing up against the girl, her hardened nipples brushing against the elf’s legs as she snuggled into the petting. “You’re nice, too,” she mewled, gazing up at her, silvery eyes slightly glazed with pleasure and submission.

The elf girl blinked at the topless catgirl at her legs and blushed even redder. “Who’s… we?” She asked, her voice very delicate, maybe even more subdued than Shae’s. She was a shy thing, though Shae would be able to feel the heat between her thighs growing.

Tilting her head thoughtfully, Shae’s slightly rough little tongue rasped at the girl’s hand. She gestured slightly toward her lover. “Kendarin. Mine,” she added proudly. “He likes you too.” She shivered against the elf, pouting softly. Waiting games were never Shaelote’s forte.

The elf would look to Kendarin, who would wave in some manner totally not fit for the situation. It would be funny, dammit. Gulping, and running a shaking free hand through her barely shoulder-length hair, she would carefully get up and walk with the catgirl over to the couch Kendarin sat upon. Nervous, she’d sit down beside him, but not too close. Kendarin, however, would reach for his catgirl, picking her up and setting her on his lap with a grin and a sultry purr. “Do you like her, too, Shae?”

She promptly allowed her tail to wrap loosely around the girl’s wrist – anyone who didn’t at least pretend to like a bit of bondage wasn’t that high up on her list. “Pretty,” she agreed distractedly, wondering how long it would take for the elf to take her clothes off. “Why are you not naked?”

The elf would look to Kendarin, wondering if she had to, then Kendarin would grin and speak. “Just get naked. If Shae likes you, maybe I’ll let her make you come a few times.” He’d then lean to whisper in Shae’s ear… “Maybe you’ll end up licking her while I fuck you from behind, eh?” The elf blinked, and Kendarin slid his hands to the skirt Shae wore, trying to slide it off. Nervous, and a little reluctant, the elf girl started to slide off the tunic she was wearing. She had no bra on, her breasts were perky and her nipples hard.

Shae shivered softly, the grip on the girl’s wrist tightening slightly with the kitten’s excitement. She wiggled her butt just a little, grinning, squirming out of the skirt and rapidly cuddling upon her lover’s lap once more. “You’re pretty. I like you. Why are you scared? It’s nicer this way,” she murmured vaguely, a single claw slowly tracing the outline of her collar.

The elf said nothing, sliding out of her own skirt. While she was shy, her body betrayed her and the bottom of her simple, white cotton panties was slightly damp with her own musky juices. Kendarin was rather amused by this, and said, “You seem rather excited, dear girl. What’s your name?” The elf replied quietly with, “Seara.” Kendarin nodded, sliding out of his robe, leaving him only in slacks. With a purr, he spoke again. “Take hold of Shaelote’s collar and tug her towards you. She’ll kiss you and you’ll like it. Trust me.” Shaking, Seara wrapped two fingers around the ring in Shae’s collar and tugged, wondering if the catgirl would indeed react so kindly.

Shae whimpered softly for a moment before scrambling onto Seara’s lap, the tiny kitten a shivering, amorous little ball of fur and purrs. She licked her lips slowly, moaning, wondering if the pretty elf knew anything about why she liked it so much, and promptly decided that education was best suited to her lover. Wrapping her legs around her waist, she snuggled into her, slowly dragging her sharp fangs across the elf’s lips before suckling gently on the lower one.

So warm… Seara moaned at the heat and the soft fur and accepted the kiss with heated lips of her own. Apparently the elf had a dominant side after all, or at least a hedonistic one. Shae wouldn’t like the fact that the redheaded girl was still wearing panties, so with careful claws, Kendarin would –cut- away the meager fabric, leaving the elf girl completely nude. Kendarin would take hold of Shae’s tail, pressing the tip to the wetness between the elf’s thighs. He hoped she’d get the point.

She shuddered, pressing tightly against the elf, the heat of her body nearly burning the furless flesh before her. She mewled helplessly, delving into the fierce kiss, oblivious to everything but skin/warm/please/now… Squirming, her tiny – yet strong – striped, furry tail slid wetly against the elf’s entrance, flicking gently across her clit just once before pressing against the heat.

Seara whimpered and moaned at the tease, shaking quite a bit as she maintains the kiss for a moment longer, then breaks it, panting, breathing very heavy. “Enjoying yourself, our guest?” Kendarin asked, tilting Shae forward by pressing a hand to the back of her neck. It would press furred flesh against skin, and hopefully tilting Shae’s body into a position easier for Kendarin to take advantage of. With a purr, he’d slide out of his slacks, his erection obvious, and he’d guide the head of it to Shae’s own wetness, teasing her as she teased Seara. The elf wouldn’t be able to say much, glancing down at Kendarin’s length, her eyes going wide. “You’re… so small… how?” She asked Shae, kinda trailing off.

Mewling helplessly, she pressed her tail harder into the pretty elf, unsure of whether or not she could pull this off – but she’d damn well have fun trying. She squirmed, arching her back slightly, her soft panting reminding her with every breath of her collar – something that somehow made teasing this beautiful girl even more delicious. “Perrrsistance,” she purred, the delicate trill of the “r” more an unconscious reflex than anything else. She was forced to drop her hands to the couch, lest her claws harm the pretty little thing before her. “I like it when it hurts,” she added with a moan.

Kendarin grinned as he positioned himself to take his lover kitten, and he definitely liked her answer. “She likes to be dominated, to be mine. You should try being dominant towards her… she’d come all over your thighs if you did.” With that, he started to slowly press his throbbing length into her, groaning at the squeeze, and pausing once completely inside of her. He nearly collapsed with a thrill, but stayed up, miraculously. Seara did little at this point, just watching and panting at the sight, the feel of Shae’s tail. After a gulp, she decided to test the waters… “M-Make me come, catgirl,” she said, somewhat nervous.

She shuddered violently, having to make a conscious attempt to relax her muscles – it HURT, it burned, it felt so damn good. She whimpered into Seara’s throat for a moment, shaken. Shae looked up at her distractedly, confusion obviously written across her face. The words, she understood – the tone, not so much. Unsure of how to handle the situation, she simply continued with what she was doing, quite enjoying working her tail deeper into the little elf’s wetness, letting it curl against her flesh inside, flicking around curiously.

Kendarin pulled himself out of his lover a little, very slowly, feeling the flesh squeeze, milking him, sending him into ecstasy. “Sssseara,” he groaned. “She won’t make an effort if you’re so nervous.” He looked to Shae for a moment, moulding his body to hers and whispering in her ear as he pressed back inside of her… “So good, my kitten… so good…” A little bit of an awkward pause, and then the elf gulped, steeling herself, starting to sweat. “Make me come, catgirl! Fuck me with your tail! Use your tongue! I don’t care! Make me come!” Her tone was definitely harsher, more dominant. Almost like a female Kendarin. It seems he was really good at that sort of thing.

She shuddered violently, clamping down on Kendarin harder, collapsing into the elf for a moment, helpless, vulnerable. She shifted her gaze up slightly to look at Seara, though not quite meeting her eyes, and whispered, “Yes, Mistress,” unable to stop shaking, eagerly working her tail deeper, delighted by the somewhat unfamiliar sensation. She bit her lip thoughtfully as she trembled, thinking, searching… wondering just where it would make her scream, should she press her little tail there.

Kendarin groaned into Shaelote’s ear at the clamping, shivering from head to toe. His purring made his entire chest rumble, vibrate, and he started to move a little faster. Seara continued to writhe beneath the kitten-girl, up until her tail found just the right spot. She would let out a scream as her walls clamped down on the tail; apparently, this was new to her and it was effective. Coming immediately, she arched back, pressing up into Shae as she cried out, clinging to both felines as her first climax began to subside.

Shae mewled helplessly, struggling to lean down enough to rasp her tongue against the slick wetness, pressing back harder into Kendarin, begging with her body, grinding her ass into his hips. “Please,” she moaned, unconsciously baring her throat to the elf, slitted eyes desperately needy. The room had faded away – every other patron, everything except Kendarin, Seara, and the most wonderful feelings meant nothing to her.

Seara would at this point come down from her orgasm and realize that the dominance thing is where it’s at. She’d grab Shae’s collar and forcefully draw her face between elven thighs, even if it pulls the tail out of her. “Lick me,” She ordered through gritted teeth. Such a show was definitely some kinda hot for Kendarin, and he’d start to thrust into his kitten lover now, hard. Slow, but hard. He wanted to hurt Shae in the way she loved so much, his length throbbing so hard against her inner walls. He groaned, his fingers digging into her hips, claws reflexively extending, threatening to pierce skin.

No thought passed through Shae’s mind as she obeyed; life was so much simpler this way. She rather happily nestled between the elf’s thighs, tiny, rough kitten tongue rasping eagerly at the slickness, devouring every droplet she could find – burying her tongue deeply within Seara after. She mewled loudly, her tongue-fucking more forceful as she tried to press into the claws, wanting to bleed, wanting him to hurt her, to pound into her until she couldn’t walk for a week.

Kendarin would eventually indeed press his claws in deep enough, and Shae would feel the pinpricks enough as she started to bleed. Kendarin would feel the bleeding, even, and start thrusting ever faster. Nothing mattered now save for the incredible orgasm the two were bound to experience—erm, three. He almost felt bad for the elf; she may not get to experience climax if he distracts Shae too much. Seara buries her hands in Shae’s hair, forcefully pressing her into her heated, sopping wet flesh, wrapping her thighs around Shae’s head, trying to get her tongue deeper.

Shae vaguely contemplated slipping a finger or two into the elf – and quickly realized how dangerous that would be as her claws dug hard into the couch of their own volition. She growled low in her throat, her eyes losing all sense of conscience – the flashes of pain in her hips forced the feral side of the kitten to come forth. She arched deeper into Kendarin, frantically trying to free one of Seara’s legs so that she might grind her clit into the elf’s flesh. She nuzzled her tongue into the hot depths, flicking it desperately, harder, faster, mewling pleas for her lover to hurt her, to fuck her, to make her HIS.

Any preamble of lovemaking was gone now. It was sex. It was carnal, feral, and hard. Unrelenting. He tried to pound harder and harder, his claws opening small cuts in his lover’s flesh, the blood staining her fur by now. Seara would surrender one leg to do whatever either feline lover wanted as she oozed more and more hot elven juices. Kendarin growled and grunted with his efforts now, trying to hurt his kitten with his fucking. He was pounding harder than he had ever remembered, and it felt incredible.

She gazed up at Seara, the wild look of a feral tigress piercing in her glance. She nipped gently at the girl’s soaked flesh, gently marking her, suckling her clit into her mouth hard and fast before screaming, desperate purrs vibrating against the elf’s flesh. She hissed quietly, the forceful movements of her lover ripping open slightly deeper, ragged cuts in her sensitive hips, her own claws harshly breaking open the fabric of the couch below her as she struggled for what little control she had – she was afraid that if she came now, so would he, and this would stop… Groaning, she rubbed her diamond-hard little clit up against the elf’s leg, her own nectar fairly pouring down her thighs as she whimpered in relief from the pain.

Seara felt the heat of Shae’s juices, and she groaned as she ground her sex into kitten lips. She tensed, arched her body, and let out another scream, coming again, and dousing Shae’s face in its entirety with hot elf-girl come. She trembles violently, panting, whimpering—maybe she had had enough? Anyway, Kendarin continues pounding like there’s no tomorrow, reveling in her blood. He wants her to bleed from more than her hips, though, as he tries to press ever deeper. He’s about to come, he knows it, but tries to hold it off… his groans grow a little higher pitch, and his intensity can be felt for miles…

Too distracted to lick the sweetness from her face, she shudders, the burning heat of her own desire silky and intensely warm against the elf’s flesh. She reaches up to tug on her collar a little, shuddering with the familiar ache, pressing back into Kendarin none-too-carefully before screaming again, arching her back, dropping her claws to the couch as she digs into it hard, her own tightness violently clenching her lover – almost enough of a vice-grip to keep him from his own climax, but wasn’t it always? – as she comes. The poor elf is drenched as Shae whimpers and purrs, still screaming from the intensity of her ongoing climax, the shattering pain within her enough to convince her that whatever he just did, it probably wasn’t too healthy, but FUCK did it feel good.

And that was that. Kendarin could never handle the vice grip, and even if it did delay his orgasm, the delay was just delaying the inevitable. He too came, forcing his seed through the vice grip deep inside his kitten’s flesh. Rivulets of the heated fluid rifled forth from his length, and he clung to her body, tightly, shaking almost as violently as Seara. Although none could be certain, it appeared that the elven came again just by watching the brutal, feral sex act performed practically on top of her. Feline lust was true lust. Nothing ever matched it.

Shae simply trembled as the silky nectar and dark red blood poured from her depths, her cheek laid softly against the elf’s tummy. Her eyes slitted tightly, she simply drifted – subspace is a wonderful thing indeed. Her tiny body wracked with ecstasy, she mewled and purred quietly, not caring about the patrons, the elf, anything, nothing except for how she felt right this very moment.

Kendarin pulled her backwards into an awkward, but still kitteny cute cuddle, resting on his back, Shae on his stomach and chest. His length was still inside her, and while it wasn’t quite as hard as it was when he was at his most intense, it was still large and imposing. He too cared little about the elf that joined them, only about his kitten. He clung close, whispering little “I love you”s into her flesh. Seara shakily crawled over and laid herself atop the kittengirl, cuddling just as close with a contented sigh.

She wasn’t entirely sure she wanted to float back to the surface of it, so she merely remained where she was, happily feeling agony and pleasure trickling through her veins. Unmoving, but still purring, the kitten lay quietly between them, a lot more than content.

It’s not cold now…

The firelight flickered gently across the room, casting shadows of ghosts long past upon the smooth, wooden walls as the snow fell softly outside. The three girls were simply chatting, as girls are wont to do, laughing and musing and letting their curiosity get the best of them, asking all of the questions they’d always wanted to know, talking late into the night as the white fluff piled around the little cabin.

As the night wore on, the storm raged outside – the room growing colder. The women shivered as they lay on their makeshift beds of quilted blankets and well-worn pillows, wondering if the snow would ever stop.

Staring out into the unforgiving elements, Tessalyn finally sighed. “I heard once that in extreme cold, you’re supposed to curl up in sleeping bags naked with whoever you’re with.”

Silence reigned.

“What did you just say?” Nel blinked – although Iselyahna said nothing, merely smirking, mouthing a silent “thank you” to her dark-skinned companion.

“She said to strip,” Iselyahna mused, tugging at the buttons on her shirt, before Tessalyn swiftly moved to assist. For the moment, Nel was forgotten – this was a dance long practiced by the two. Tessalyn licked her companion’s lips slowly, teasingly – watching the pale elven girl shiver beneath the fingertips slowly unbuttoning the shirt she had worn as a nightgown. “You look even better in the moonlight,” she whispered, before dragging a sharp nail swiftly down the elf’s chest.

With a whimpered gasp, Iselyahna did the only thing she could think of – the only thing instinct and many, many long nights with Tessalyn would allow. Falling gracefully to her knees, she simply shivered, waiting, as the Egyptian goddess before her slipped the shirt to the floor.

Nel stood silently, knuckles bone-white as she gripped the chair in shock. She had never seen such a thing before – never entirely thought that women could DO this sort of thing together. And yet… the contrast between the two lovers’ skin was astonishingly beautiful, the long, flowing dark hair trickling like a waterfall across milk-white flesh. She had never seen another woman naked before, but if the way Tessalyn was tugging at Iselyahna’s panties was any clue, she would soon.

Tessalyn gazed up at Iselyahna, fingertip slowly tracing the collar at her throat – something Nel had simply thought was decorative, though a few things were beginning to fall into place. The elven beauty bit her lip, soft pink blushing to cherry red as she whimpered helplessly, Tessalyn’s nails slowly dragging across the silvery scars on her hips. “That’s not fair,” she whispered breathlessly – a phrase she knew would only make Tessalyn work harder to hear it again.

Grabbing the tiny ring of the collar, Tessalyn pulled her down onto the comforters, watching her strain against the small bondage. “Nel.”

It wasn’t particularly the type of tone she could ignore – it was the tone that Clair used when her word was law. “Yes?” The urge to add “my lady” was disturbing.

“Get me some rope.”


“Rope. NOW.” Tessalyn made herself busy trailing little bites across the softly rounded flesh of Iselyahna’s breasts, easily forcing the submissive elf into a shivering mess of whimpers. Slippery-sweet crimson liquid slowly flowed from the scars that Tessalyn had teased open once more, and her own blood stained Iselyahna’s lips – Nel didn’t dare wonder what was going on as she silently handed the rope to the dark-skinned woman before her.

Swiftly binding the mildly protesting elf, she watched her squirm – so delicious against the ropes, struggling to free herself from a bondage she would never truly want to leave. Tilting her head slightly, she merely watched, idly drawing with the blood from Iselyahna’s hips, watching – waiting.

It was easy to see that the elven girl was tiring of her struggle, soft, tiny pants coming from her crimson-stained lips. She knew what happened to the poor girl when scratched there – when bound, kissed, licked, bitten. It was no chore to remember the many nights she’d spent with this woman helplessly chained to her own bed, screaming desperately for release, teasing, teasing…

But now she waited, watching the sweet liquid glistening between pale thighs. Unfortunately, Iselyahna had chosen that particular moment to struggle in such a way that Tessalyn could swiftly have room to place her hand where that soft, silky fluid was – swiftly pressing two fingers into the poor elf, making her moan sharply. It was by no accident that Tessalyn had pressed where she did with those fingers – she knew every way to make Iselyahna scream.

Nel gasped quietly, hands shaking. She had never seen anything like this… it was almost a dance, a beautiful, exotic warring of wills – exactly the type of battle that she loved. It was so tempting to lay a slightly tanned hand against the flesh that looked like liquid silk – God, she looked so soft and warm…

Tessalyn murmured softly to the bound girl, rather enjoying how helplessly she struggled, unable to decide whether to push herself down onto the rapidly thrusting fingers that were slowly making her want to scream, or to pull away – though she knew that Tessalyn would draw blood for such an action. Not that that was a bad thing…

Slowly, icy blue eyes focused on Nel, who was quite busy watching the soft pink of Iselyahna’s nipples as she panted harder. She said nothing, merely whimpering, but the desperate, needy look in her eyes was enough to break even Nel’s iron will. She slowly sat down next to the elf’s head, gazing into her eyes, slowly tracing the scars across her arms. Tessalyn knew what she did not – that what the redheaded girl was doing would only make Iselyahna moan louder.

“PLEASE, Mistress!” she whispered hoarsely, biting her lip to bleeding to keep from screaming – although that only lasted for so long. Tessalyn simply smiled sadistically, watching the hypnotized Nel stare down at the submissive pale beauty – revelling in the fact that she had utter, complete control.

“You are MINE,” she hissed, before pressing into Iselyahna harder, making her scream, arching her back deeply as the blood and silky fluids trickled down her thighs. Nel could only watch, squirming slightly, as the bound girl came into Tessalyn’s waiting mouth, the Egyptian woman hungrily licking the sensitive flesh, making Iselyahna whimper helplessly.

“Not fair,” she moaned, writhing, before hissing in delicious pain. Tessalyn glanced up just in time to see Nel slowly caressing and pinching at Iselyahna’s nipples.

“Decided to join in the game, hmm?” Tessalyn smirked. “Take your clothes off.” This time, Nel simply nodded, eagerly shedding her clothes. “Straddle her head.”


“Do it,” she nearly growled, shoving the bewildered redhead toward where she wanted her. Shaking, Nel carefully followed instructions – digging her fingernails harshly into Iselyahna’s hips to steady herself as the poor, sobbing elf began to lick and suckle such interesting places. Nel had never felt such things before, but she rather liked the feeling of the elven girl’s tongue slowly fucking her as deeply as she could.

Moaning softly, Nel rocked against the invading tongue gently, barely noticing when Tessalyn grabbed her hand, pressing it between dark thighs. Gazing up at her uncertainly, Nel shuddered at the sudden warmth coating her fingers as Tessalyn began to fuck them without preamble.

She felt Iselyahna struggling under her, whimpering helplessly – far from sated, she was desperately trying to make Nel come. Hard. Now. She began purring softly, not realizing she was doing it – but Nel did. The tiny vibrations against her slick, hardened clit were too much, and she screamed, pressing down hard against hungry lips that eagerly drank the warmth offered.

Panting softly she moved as Tessalyn lay down, trying to copy the motions that the Egyptian goddess had done earlier to the shivering elf. She must have been doing something right, as Tessalyn had dug her nails into Iselyahna, moaning hotly. “Don’t stop,” she demanded, before screaming as Nel’s thumb brushed against her clit just enough. Nel stared down at her dizzily as she felt the woman’s strong muscles clamp down on her fingers hard, though she didn’t stop – wondering what would happen…

Tessalyn desperately began licking the blood from Iselyahna’s lips from where she bit them, clinging to the small elf frantically as Nel’s movements became more sure – thrusting into her over and over and over, making her wonder just how much Nel had done that she didn’t confess to. Then all thoughts fluttered from her mind as she arched her back, moaning into Iselyahna’s mouth as she came again, drenching poor Nel’s hand and wrist in her fluids.

She hissed softly as she stared down at the pale skin before her, the girl bleeding and shivering, gazing up helplessly. “How many times do you think I can make you come before you pass out?” she mused thoughtfully, still shuddering softly from the pleasure coursing through her veins. She held down Iselyahna as she shoved three fingers this time into the searingly hot tightness of the elven girl, forcing a scream from her lips. “PLEASE, Mistress,” she gasped breathlessly, feeling her heart racing in her chest.

“Lick me,” she demanded of Nel, who rapidly dove in between her legs, grasping her clit between her teeth and suckling fiercely. Tessalyn made no pretense of gentleness, simply fucking her as hard as she could, wanting her to beg, to come, to scream, to surrender.

To be hers.

Sobbing, tears coursing down her cheeks, Iselyahna trembled violently, digging her nails into the palms of her hands as she clamped down on Tessalyn’s fingers harder, screaming her name into the night. But Tessalyn had decided to make her come as many times as she could, and would live up to that promise – though she had begun to grind herself down against Nel’s tongue, soaking the petite redhead with her hot juices, moaning as she bit down on Iselyahna’s nipple.

“FUCK!” the elf screamed, until Tessalyn hissed, dragging her nails sharply against the girl’s hips as a warning to behave. Tessalyn decided to keep the elf too busy to curse and increased the pace of her fingers, rubbing her thumb into her clit harder, feeling the hot, slippery flesh tremble in anticipation. Iselyahna stared at her, panting quietly, before her slightly dazed look shattered with a desperate moan, writhing against the soaked blankets harder, unable to speak or think.

Unrelenting, Tessalyn attempted a fourth finger, testing the girl, seeing how far she could push her before she couldn’t take anymore, forcing Iselyahna to come again, harder, without a break – one continuous, desperate orgasm that wracked her body with shudders, pale skin glistening with her juices as she whimpered softly, unable to scream anymore. She came over and over again until Tessalyn’s fingers were so sore she feared something may have been snapped by the overwhelming tightness of the elven girl – suddenly screaming, fiercely kissing Iselyahna, though she was barely conscious, as she came hard into Nel’s mouth.

Nel had never tasted this sweet nectar before, but she wanted more – hungrily suckling the juices from Tessalyn’s body, making her come once more. But Tessalyn hadn’t noticed that Nel’s fingers had snuck between her own thighs and she fucked herself unrelentlessly – a sight that she wouldn’t have believed if she hadn’t seen it herself. “Oh, God,” she moaned into the soft flesh before her, shuddering as she slickened the blankets with her own nectar.

The two girls collapsed beside the still-bound elven girl, who simply shivered quietly, lost in her own little world of ecstasy that still trickled through her. Tessalyn gently untied her, knowing that the elf’s instinct would be to immediately curl up against the Egyptian’s warm body, seeking comfort, reassurance, needing to know that her Mistress was pleased. Tessalyn simply held her, cradled safely against her body, as Nel snuggled in beside them, sighing sleepily as she yanked a dry blanket over them all.

“I told you being naked would work.”

Companion story.

(Hey, I promised.)

(Mrow. I just read the companion post to mine. *purr*)


We’d be wandering aimlessly through the twilight-darkened park, the gentle summer breeze caressing my thighs through the sheer fabric of my sundress. Tomorrow would not warrant a thought in our minds as we laugh in delight at everything we see, purely enjoying the company of our loves.

And then they would see that there’s no one around – the park is empty.

I wouldn’t even realize how much trouble I was in until Tessalyn had shoved me up against a tree, purring and nuzzling her cheek against my thigh before making no motions of subtlety, merely pressing her tongue into sensitive flesh. Jason would smirk, crossing his arms –

He loves to see the way our flesh contrasts, sunkissed against snowstorm. She’d dig her nails into my thighs (Oh, how she loves to do that) and purr into me, flicking her tongue against me oh so sweetly – and then give up all pretense of affectionate lovemaking.

Tessalyn’s not very patient.

She’d let her tongue writhe against me rapidly, seeking the fastest way to make me scream, knowing every inch of my body and how to force the reactions she desires.

And he’d simply stand there, smiling, watching my come drip down her face as I tense, digging my nails into the tree, hissing a moaned curse as I lose the struggle to my own pleasures and desires. Grabbing my hands and pinning them to the tree above my head, Tessalyn settles her back against it, letting me brace myself against her as she slowly trails her tongue against my thighs, licking up each droplet until Jason can smirk no longer, burying himself inside of me in one swift movement.

There would be no words, now – no subtleties, no whispers of lovemaking and desire –

It would be simple, raw sex. Pounding into me, forcing screams from my body, the two of them joining together to see who could make me come first – or second, or third…

Until I fell hard into Tessalyn’s arms, whimpering and begging, pleading with tears streaming down my face, unable to take another trickle of pleasure through my veins –

And she would hold me until Jason could compose himself, smirking once more at the trickle of his own pleasure down my thighs, and he would cradle me in his arms, carrying me back to the car –

I’d need the rest for when we got home.

The beginning.

At the beginning, I intended to write a blog about my life.  This a very long time ago.  Now, as I read back through my archives while I move my blog to WordPress… the rest of it isn’t worth reading.  I don’t want this to be about my life.

Iselyahna is a sensual being, and it’s time to write about that side of her… of me.

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