ALONG A BEATING PATH One couples meandering journey of sex, spankings, friendship & love. Wed, 26 May 2010 02:12:14 +0000 en hourly 1 e[Lust] #14 Wed, 26 May 2010 02:12:14 +0000 admin

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~ This Week’s Top Three Posts ~

Answers with an Agenda 1- FistingOnce you’ve gotten started using two fingers for a bit, then it is time to build until four fingers are sliding in and out of the person, and you are on your way.

GaggedI think it’s got to be a combination… fingers sliding into your cunt, a merciless tease of your clit, and yes, it’s going to have to be, lining my cock up with your ass.

MineI feel you stir beneath me as I create a rhythm, your breathing changing growing more shallow as you slip from sleep into arousal. My eyes lift to yours as you smile and try to move your arms and then freeze.

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Puppet MasterWhen I was right next to them and they still did not notice, I put my lips to his ear (loud music, you know) and whispered “Touch her boobs, I bet she’d like that” and I backed up a foot.

~ Featured Post (Lilly’s Pick) ~

Shaping Some Limits - “If you ever did that to me, I promise you would never see me again”.Those words were spoken to me this past weekend by my pet during one of our overnight dates. The subject was face slapping.

See also: Pleasurists #77 for all your sex toy review needs.

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Kink & Fetish

12 Licks of the Tawse
A Canvas for Pain
Best Friends
Fetish: What’s Yours?
Needles and Cock Choking
One Couple’s Journey into Kink, part 2
Pieces of Skin and Bone
Please hurt me unbearably, you fucking fucker!
The Taskmaster’s Whip

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

A (Short) Ode to Uncut Cocks
Compersive Vanillas?
How Fear can Lead to Understanding and Trust
I am not a rapist…
Mother’s Day Gift
On threesomes
On Friendship
Playing Nice On The Swingset
Tyler and Holly Give Swing Clubs Another Chance
The Virgin in the Family/Do Not Enter
third person
Whacking For America

Erotic Writing

26 minutes
A Request For Help
Are you willing, Are You?
A Squirting Experience
All Dressed Up – The Party ….part 2
Book Orgasm
Flesh for Fantasy
Getting Lost in the Forest
Guest Post: Truck
Go Habs Go Domme Style
hotel window
How Do I Find You Sexy?
I’ll Be Waiting
Jim and Lisa
Keeping It In The Family
Mind the Gap
My Sluttiest Moment
My First Blowjob
Me, Myself & My Clit
Not Tonight Dear, I’ve Got A Headache (Part 2)
Pure, Unadulterated Desire
Something Different
slumber interruptis
therapy session #1
Wanton Wednesday- Fuck-toy
Wednesday Night Blues

Sex News, Interviews, Politics & Humor

A Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing
Eden Fantasys Newbie Help Guide
What the fuck, EdenFantasys?
Workshops and More at the ALCC

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The Farmers Daughter Thu, 20 May 2010 02:21:38 +0000 TheRandyBeast Just a little something that TheRandyBeast is sharing with everyone. Hope you enjoy it.

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A Canvas for Pain. Wed, 19 May 2010 20:10:33 +0000 MissPtunia
Tied. Arms stretched. Legs spread.
My excited body quivers at his touch.

Candles flicker and shadows dance.
The sweet musky scent of sex surfaces.

Across my skin I feel him. His hand tenderly rides my curves.
My breath quickens, my pulse races, my nipples harden, my cunt aches.

Gently, almost imperceptibly he explores the topography where he will paint.
He is planning, mentally forming his artwork upon the willing canvas below him.

He speaks frankly of the things he will do to me, how he will paint my skin.
It is out of his sadistic desire that he will apply these brushstrokes of color.

It is out of his love for me that he will eagerly abuse me for his art.
My hunger and love for him challenges me to take as much or more than he gives out.

My emotions and expectations run rampant as he whispers, “This will hurt you so well.”
I already know it will and I begin the assent to the foggy spatial realm of a masochist.

The skin blushes at the first touch of the flogger.

The third blow of the paddle leaves a darker impact.

The last lash of the riding crop deepens the evidence of his artistic ability.

Tomorrow his art will be complete as time will bring truer colors to the human canvas.
Pink and red will be replaced with deep purple, brown, black. It will be a dark portrait.

The artwork is not static, but transforms daily to the more subtle shades of greens, blues and yellows before it ceases to be and must be repainted again.

I reel from the intoxicating sensations, letting the waves of euphoric endorphins ripple across my bare flesh and embed themselves into my carnal brain. Pain ceases, pleasure begins. I float. I fly. I cease to exist in reality. I am alone yet I am one with everything at that instant. Within that moment and no other, I am totally fulfilled and content. I have been loved into my Nirvana. Then all too soon, too suddenly, it is over, done.

Soothing words, soothing balms. Untied, unrestrained. Held close and tight. Rocked in his arms of safety and strength. He, my benefactor, praises my acceptance of his gift of art.

Kisses of gratitude. Tears of happiness. Sighs of pleasure and pain. Overwhelming joy at receiving his affection via the torment to my body. The imprints, the bruises, the welts…all manifestations and declarations of his love for me and my love for him.

Lovers, intertwined, braided together. Electric currents of sexual reciprocity, interdependent upon each other, inseparable. One gives, one accepts. One takes, one allows.

Pleasure. Pain.

Behold the pleasure of pain.

Behold love of a sadist.

Behold love of a masochist.

Behold love.

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TheRandyBeast: my “monster” in the darkness. Wed, 12 May 2010 20:14:39 +0000 MissPtunia “Wider.” It’s a simple command.

I instantly readjust myself in front of the laptop screen, spreading my thighs further apart.

“Good girl. Now tilt the camera downward a bit.”

Again, I do as I’m instructed. To do otherwise usually doesn’t even enter my mind.

Though to be truthful, occasionally the sassy little slut side of me comes out to play. It’s at those times when his other side also comes out. I see TheRandyBeast the clearest when I am sassy. It is those times that I’m both delightfully aroused and frightened. It’s sublime.

We are all suppose to be afraid of monsters, right? As children we fear the darkness, fear what hides in the closet, fear what lurks under the bed. We have been trained since birth to avoid pain of all sorts…but especially to avoid those that would deliberately inflict pain on us, whether that pain is physical or psychological. They are often called names such as evil, wicked, vile, sadists, perverted, devilish, mischievous, black-hearted. Yes, sometimes those people truly are maliciously evil and have no redeeming value. And yes, if such was in my life, I’d avoid him as best I could. But not all monsters are monstrous. Most “monsters” are just misunderstood.

In my world, I love such a “monster”. His name is “beast”…more specifically TheRandyBeast.

He’s a complicated and yet simple man. I have seen him show the most tender, gentle side any man ever could. I have seen him lose himself to a dark rage that could almost drive him to kill at that moment. Over the years, I have seen and often experienced the many sides to this man. He’s held me close and tenderly, slowly and passionately made love to me. He’s bound me and beaten my body for his own enjoyment before forcing me to take his manhood into whatever orifice he decided to brutally assault. I have enjoyed his kisses and his bruises. I have begged him to spread his arms wide to hold me and to spread my legs wide to use me. I have giggled as he tickled me and cried as he spanked me….both were wonderful. I love the sadistically perverted side of him. And I fear the sadistically perverted side of him as well. Perhaps I fear it because I also fear the masochist within me.

This man of mine…this twisted, kinky man…this wonderfully complicated beast is the center of my world. He says I am the center of his as well. I draw each breath into my body only so that it may fuel me to be with him. I live to love him and serve him. He lives to love me and use me. Our symbiotic relationship works well and has for many, many years now.

Are we kinky? Hell yes. Are we perverted? Again, yes. Do we care? Fuck no! We are what we are. It’s a huge stride forward in anyone’s life when they understand just what they are and can openly ask for what they need and want.

I want him. He wants me. I need him to hurt and abuse me. He needs to hurt and abuse me. This is part of who and what we are. This is part of our life together.

What do you need? What do you want?

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Introduction Tue, 04 May 2010 03:25:40 +0000 admin Hello there world! Although this is a “first post” in this particular blog, it is not our first blog. Previous to this one, we wrote another blog with similar content. Due to personal reasons and privacy issues, we will eventually be deleting our other blog (which we cannot disclose the name of here)…but ‘friends’ and select others will be notified of this newly developed platform and of the blog it is replacing. It is difficult starting over again, especially when you are not keeping the previous entries or moving an older blog to a new location. On the bright side, it gives us a chance to change things and have more control since we are now the owners of our domain.

What will we write about? Everything we have written about in the last few years…sex and sexuality, acceptance, fantasy, reality, relationships, love, tits, pussy, cock, ass, BDSM, spanking, flogging, masturbation, marriage, commitment, friendship, sex toys and implements, D/s, dominance, submission, rules, emotions, punishments, behavior, rewards, life, fun, pain, pleasure, food and more than we can continue to list here.

We do not try to make it a habit to post daily, as not every day brings something interesting, exciting or entertaining enough to write about. Even the kinkiest of lives has vanilla. We do try to post at least once or twice a week and often more than that. Occasionally we post pictures of ourselves or things related to whatever we are writing about.

So come along with us and cum along with us! Visit often, feel free to leave us comments, suggestions, advice or even a limerick or joke. Walk with us as we travel “Along A Beating Path”.

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