Painful Pleasure

Fucking is for fucking’s sake. 

                     - Northrop Frye

His hands were holding me down, gripping my wrists so tightly that the tips of my fingers began to pulse. “Harder,” I begged for more.

He pushed deeper inside me and tightened his grip. I loved when it hurt a bit; the good hurt, like when you get a massage and it’s painful in the best way. We’ve been fucking for more than two years and The Photographer knew exactly what to do to make me scream with pleasure.

Pushing him off me, I straddled his hips and lowered my self down half way, teasing him mercilessly. I love putting him through agony and ecstasy at the same time, making him ache to feel all of me; pull at my hips and groan in anticipation. 

Placing his hand around my neck I demand that he hold tightly and he does. Squeezing each breath shorter and shorter until my head gets light, above all other things turns me on most and I have no idea why. There is something sexy about having the air squeezed from your body by someone while they are deep inside you.

The Photographer spanked my ass hard and I tried to scream but with his hands gripping my neck so tightly it was nearly impossible. I was so close to letting go, but didn’t want to cum yet.

I glanced up and grinned, “You can take me any way you like.”

But first I wanted to taste him, every inch of him. Going down on him gets me turned on. Feeling him harden more with every lick, every touch and my warm breath makes me want to suck harder and push him deeper into my throat until I can barely handle it.

We take each other until he pushes me off. He gets so turned on by our sex that he has to stop as not to cum; and when he eventually does he stays rock hard, physically ready to go again, mentally preparing to head home to the real world where he lays in bed dreaming of sex rather than having it.

I lay on my back and he takes the red toy in hand. Covering it in lube he slides it into my ass, then slides himself inside me again. The pressure of double penetration is intense but I love it. He slides the toy in and out of me and it sends waves of pleasure throughout my body.

The Photographer is obsessed with the idea of fucking my ass; we’d done it once before, but he is so hard that the past few times we tried it has been much too painful and NOT in the good kind of way.

He had warmed me up with the toy and now I was ready for him...

Chloe Does New York Fashion Week:

ALEXANDER WANG

Asymmetry to a whole new level; adore. White, sheer, splashes of metallic, the collection was a lighter version of traditional athletic-wear. It was revealing in a sexy understated way through sheer fabrics and unique and unexpected cutouts. Wang, we heart you.

ALTUZURA

Love the boob trend going on, love the asymmetry, not into the fit. Clothes should always fit the models; if it doesn’t fit a model, it sure isn’t going to fit a real person!

CYNTHIA ROWLEY

For me it was all about the wide silk trouser and the sheer ‘sweaters’, nothing revolutionary but a delicate elegance non-the-less.

EDUN

Snakeskin print is one of the most difficult prints to execute and this sustainable label cracked it out in an impressive way. Shown as an asymmetrical leather skirt and shorts romper which I fell in love with, as well as less impressively a long flowing day dress. I cannot say that the styling was my favorite; however there were other stand out pieces such as a sleeveless trench coat and a metallic round shoulder, boxy fit blazer, which I would be quite happy to own.

JASON WU

Very Oscar-esque and beautiful, sheer tops paired with everything. The turbans took me back to Prada circa 2007 but did add a wonderful splash of color to an otherwise neutral pallet. 

JUAN CARLOS OBANDO

Silk 1950’s inspired dresses with full skirts, cut far too many inches above the knee to ever be worn in the 1950’s, were shown in the most beautiful tie-dyed colors; sky blue twisted with pink, stormy gray woven through lavender and leafy green mixed with forest green. The structured silk taffeta was shown as a structured evening blazer paired with a long flowing chiffon skirt. The cutout trend was carried out in a major way on dresses, skirts and pants. A favorite look was a black long sleeve cutout shirt, paired with silver silk flared trousers. Very 1960’s and very chic.

OHNE TITEL

Loved the soft flowing silk paired with hard stiff leather details. The athletic inspired collection was still very much feminine, but the stronger more kick-ass kind. The leather came in forms of pockets, bodices and bodysuits. The lip was orange, a big spring trend on many of the runways; although it seemed to make even more sense here as the color pallet featured its complimentary color, indigo. After seeing the collection you can’t help but want to ‘be that girl’. 

ORGANIC

The butter suit has to be a favorite look for the season. Loved the color pallet, neutrals with the right amount of juxtaposing color. Sheer hidden-button, sleeveless blouses were an important piece that can definitely be worn on and off the runway with ease. The coats and jackets were particularly beautiful and wearable. The stone anorak, linen trench and silk double-breasted blazer are my personal favorites; I intend to own all three by the time next summer rolls around. **Note the shoes by Dieppa Restrepo, they are amazing. 

PHILOSOPHY

The collection was undoubtedly beautiful. When it came to the trend, truth be told I get it; no need to beat me over the head with it. The pattern design was unbelievable; the way each piece was cut to maximize the beauty of the fabrication is something only the most talented design team could pull off. The painted straw hats were also a favorite item for me, I have been dying over it since my trip to Hong Kong last year. The one question that was left unanswered? What on earth was that trench coat doing in the show? Talk about ‘Cheese stands alone!’

PRABAL GURUNG

Color. Asymmetry. Cutouts. The silhouette was all about the new length, mid-calf. Backless and cutout-back eveningwear in bright colors stole the show. Loved the hair and makeup, thick white eyeliner paired with a dusty white shadow applied on and below the eye created a balanced look to the color pallet. Ponytails with leather detail made it modern and touched on the dominatrix-y trend seen in many shows.

RAG & BONE

Ob-fucking-sessed. Where to begin… Metallic. And not just in the details, but tops, pants and skirts. This space-aged looking fabric was finished with soft girly details. A lingerie trend seemed to take over the show, but not in the traditional way; this time sporty-dominatrix-esque pieces could be seen under blazers, over dresses and peaking out from beneath sheer shorts and skirts. The backpack made a return appearance and fit in perfectly with the sport inspired lingerie straps. The shorts were short, the skirt long, and everything beautiful. Orange played an important role along side the otherwise neutral and metallic pallet.

SUNO

A huge trend popping up this season is a the super short, shorts suit. Suno put their expert pattern-mixing twist on it, as usual and showed it on one of my favorite models this season, Mariana. Delicate raw edged lace shorts and a tiered floor length cotton dress were shown with piles and piles of Lizzie Fortunato’s jewels. I’ve already placed my jewelry order, now I know what I will be wearing it with! 

VENA CAVA

Adored the orange lips and turban-esque headbands; after all, orange is my power color. The double necklines on the flowing dresses seemed to be on point with the cutout trend. The stone colored shorts romper was a standout favorite piece.        

     

How Do You Want Me?

There are two kinds of men, those that love sex and those that like it. I for one am always taken aback when a man truly does not love sex. I guess that is my stereotypical point of view being shocked and awed; and not in anyway that I like.

Luckily for me the only shocking The Photographer does is in the sexual variety and it always makes me say, “Ahh.”

It had been over a month since I saw him last. Between his travel and my working there had been zero time for our affairs; needless to say we were both aching to get our hands on one another.

The door had buzzed twice while I slid the champagne colored Agent Provocateur thigh high stocking up and over my knee. I stepped into my new Acne black leather pumps and buzzed The Photographer upstairs. I had spent the morning by the pool and planned on spending the afternoon having him explore every inch of my body.

Pushing me against the exposed brick wall of my apartment The Photographer tried to kiss me. I turned my cheek, tilting my head back and parting my lips with a slight grin. He was dying to kiss me and feel the wet of my tongue pushed up against his; I wanted to make him work for it. 

His hands held onto the smallest part of my waist in a firm grip, his hips pushed into mine. The Photographer kissed my neck while pulling me even closer towards him. My legs shook with pleasure as  he began to work me with his finger tips. Pushing me down onto the bed, he removed his jeans. 

He was hard and eager to take all of me... I knew what The Photographer wanted and this time I was going to give it to him. 

The Right Ass-ets

Every man has one (or more) parts of the female body that drive him absolutely wild. The most brief of encounters can lead to a spontaneous and wild affair, if that part is in play. For The Firefighter it was my ass; and my black studded micro-mini dress was about to get me into loads of trouble.

I walked up the street; the sun was pounding on my back and I pushed my hair in front of my shoulder to expose my skin; the low cut back of the dress was excellent for on-the-go tanning. My black Stuart Weitzman espadrille sandals made my legs even longer and I could feel people’s eyes following my every move.

My phone vibrated in my hand; The Firefighter wanted to play. I laughed to myself, as I was about to stroll past his place. Earlier in the week I had decided I was over him. The Photographer was back on again and I had been flying to New York every other week for hours and hours of pleasure.

As I raised my hand to knock, the door swung open and I was greeted with his devilish grin. Pushing passed him I threw my vintage green snakeskin handbag on his couch and helped myself to some water. As I perused through cupboards trying to find a glass, I could feel him walking towards me.

The Firefighter placed his hands on my waist and slid them down over my firm ass. He moaned as he grabbed me hard and spun me towards him, “You have the sexiest ass I have ever seen.”

I smiled and tilted my chin backwards letting him kiss down my neck to my chest. His hands lifted me up onto the granite counter top and I let out a gasp as my warm skin touched the cool stone. He was incredibly hard and kept trying to kiss my lips.

Pushing him away, I slid off the counter. As I made my way across the room I enquired what made him want me so badly. He laughed, “There is nothing I won’t do for your ass.”

And that was all I needed to hear.

Fuck-Me-Not

There is something quite sexual about the art of kissing. We have all been there; a bad kiss, an abrupt halt on any intentions to go further. On the contrary, good kissing might just be the key to the steamiest sex possible. When all is said and done (the toys tossed aside, the handcuffs left dangling from the bedpost) you can be tied up, smacked around or whatever tickles your fancy… But those of us in the know ‘get it’. 

There is nothing sexier than a man who can really kiss.

I lay in bed, my heart pounding in my chest. Legs stretched out, my naked body aching to feel a cool breeze come in from the window. My new lover kept trying to run his hand down my arm as we both attempted to catch our breath. All the while I kept trying to avoid the polite post-sex fondling.

We had been dating, something new and different for me. He was smart, handsome and very stylish; everything I look for in a man. The sex? It was divine and more exciting every time. To make up for the dirtiness and wild aggression he seemed to be lacking initially, there was one thing he had that all the other men didn’t; a kiss that made me weak in the knees.

Let’s call him Dating Guy.

By luck more than judgment I am not really into the idea of ‘dating’. I find it near impossible to meet a man that I want to talk to and fuck. Dating Guy was different, not only did I enjoy his company but the mere thought of kissing got me completely turned on.

His hands would gently grab the side of my jaw, as he’d pull my lips towards his. He’d move his fingers through my hair and pull me in by the back of my neck. Dating Guy had this amazing scent and each time I inhaled, I would breathe him in.

The sex was great and the kissing made it even better. I would have him on his back, straddling his waist. Leaning in I’d gently touching my soft, smooth lips to his as my hair fell across my firm breasts. Just as he was about to kiss me back I’d pull away an inch and then take the tip of my tongue and draw it slowly and seductively across his lips.

I’d work him into a frenzy teasing him with just my kiss until he was desperately grabbing my ass and practically begging to be inside me. We’d get each other so hot just from kissing… I couldn’t wait for him to pin me down by my shoulders and show me exactly how much he really wanted me.

If kissing is any indication or how hot sex can be, I was dying to keep Dating Guy around to find out just how far I could push him... 

Less Talk; More Action

Men, and seemingly some boys, seem to love talking a big game when it comes to being kinky; I have found many a man who thinks he is into being sexually adventurous. The problem inlays that even when they break out the toys, seldom do they really know what to do with them. Tricks are not for kids; and Media Guy was most definitely a child.

I climbed the narrow, steep stairs up to the second floor loft in Chelsea. Media Guy had not lied; his apartment was vast. I sat perched on the edge of a bar stool in the kitchen, taking a long drag of my cigarette. He was expertly mixing a vodka martini and I told him to make it dirty.

He was handsome and my cocktail was delicious but I was getting tired of the chitchat and polite niceties. I was there for one reason and one reason only. I wanted to play.

Walking across the room I let the silk straps of my dress fall down my tanned shoulders. The sound of my heels against the floor as I entered his bedroom were like the hand of a clock counting down the minutes. Media Guy followed me, like a child hanging on my every move.

He placed his hand on the back of my neck and kissed my shoulders. I grabbed his wrist and threw him onto the bed. “Now, where are those hand cuffs you mention?”

Media Guy reached into a drawer and pulled out some pathetic contraption that resembled what one would buy as a gag gift, if one were that kind of person. “Right,” I gawked at the ‘cuffs’.

Bored and slightly disappointed, I crawled onto the bed; I just wanted to be fucked. He slid his hands up my skirt and over my thighs. He pulled off my dress and devoured my body. Media Guy needed to be put in his place. I straddled him and took him hard until he was about to lose his mind. Just as he was about to go over the edge I’d stop, letting out a slight laugh.

I let myself cum while still on top and then rolled over onto my back, slightly breathless. He looked pleased even though I had done most of the work. I could tell he was waiting to get his, especially after the torturous teasing.

Feeling quite ‘letdown’ from all his talk and the very little action I decided to call it a night. I slid back into my dress, leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. “It was a pleasure darling,” I whispered in his and then headed for the door.

The look of shock/disappointment was beyond comical. I hailed a taxi and laughed to myself. Will not be doing that again anytime soon! Any man that pulls out handcuffs like those is most definitely not the man for me. 

Hit The Showers

There comes a time in every relationship, whether it’s emotional, physical or even (dare I say it) both, where you need to ask for more. After two years of glorious sex I was beginning to feel like we were hitting a wall. Every now and then a girl just wants to get fucked; after months of begging for more The Photographer was about to step up his game.

I lay in bed, eyes closed, my body still humming from my last orgasm. I could time it down to the second; I would feel The Photographer stirring next to me and then 4, 3, 2… the sound of the water running as he climbed into the shower.

The poor Photographer; so busy and beyond stressed, as soon as our shaggery is complete he's half way out the door, leaving me aching for more.

It’s never easy to tell a man that you are satisfied, but really what you want is to be worn out. Let’s just say he’s been making it up to me ever since.

He walked into my new apartment and slid his arm around my waist. Looking me up and down he grinned, “You look good all tan.” His voice made me melt and his lips met mine as we stumbled onto my bed. His hands pulled at the white cotton of my robe. I lay on top of the sheets letting him admire my naked body; I rubbed my breasts and leaned my head back stretching out my long neck, inviting him to take a bite.

His lips moved along my neck and down my shoulder. His hands grabbed me firmly and I could see him getting excited. He licked me everywhere and made me lose my mind instantly; the feeling of his tongue was like a drug, I could never get enough.

The Photographer reached into the yellow Babeland shopping bag; pulling out an array of new toys. He began to tease me with the tip of the silicone shaft. I loved that he watched me closely as he slid it all the way inside me, working the toy until I begged him to stop.

He climbed on top of me, holding me down by my wrists; I was already on orgasm No. 2 and the way things were feeling No. 3 & 4 were just around the corner…