Just Ask Sooz-Erotica

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Dear Sooz:

I just read your blog entitled Sooz’s Diary and I have a few questions for you if you don’t mind answering them. I am curious how you got started into the world of S&M and I want to know what you find so intriguing about it?

I never really could understand the whole pain thing.

Curious

 

Dear Curious:

It started back when I was about 15, I had hurt my leg playing soccer and this girl named Olga came up to me. She kissed my leg, gave me a hug and told me everything would be OK. I had such feelings of pleasure; even then, I almost came.

Later, Olga became a Madame and I made my first appointment years ago. We have been friends ever since. Sometimes SHE is the Dom, and sometimes I am.

While I enjoy ALL varieties of sex, this is one where I can lose myself within the pain and pleasure, and cum to the highest heights. Many enjoy this type of sexual response; however, it is NOT for everyone. Hopefully that answered your question.

 

Sooz’s Diary

 

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** Erotic Content**

Pent-up, tense, and wild like a cat, that’s how I felt. School had been going well, but I was tired living like a NUN. Sometimes the urge just gets to be too much, and I just need that release. I KNEW how to satisfy that itch,   so I called Madame Olga and made an appointment.

Hotter and wetter I got just thinking about the pain and the pleasure awaiting me. I must admit, while I enjoy ALL sex, S&M has always been one of my favorite varieties. The whack of the riding crop on my ass followed by the gentle kissing and feathering technique has ALWAYS brought me to orgasm.

Olga met me at the door and kissed me hard while gently feeling my breasts on top of my white silk blouse. I smelled whiskey on her breath and it made me wish I had never quit. You haven’t been drinking; she said as she removed her hand from my tits and placed one on my ass.

“I quit”, I said. “Oh NO”, she said with a smile, “that won’t do, I like you nice and drunk, now come and drink with me”. She disappeared and in a couple of minutes, she brought out a whole pitcher of Vodka and Cranberry.

“But I…” “Nonsense”, she said, “my house, my rules”. I took a long pull from my drink and it was like Heaven. Warm sensations ran from my lips to my Nether Region and I knew that this was NOT going to be my last drink.

We drank for an hour, and once again, ALL my inhibitions were gone, the world was my oyster, I was drunk. Olga, what a beauty, long flowing blond hair, luscious thicker lips and a body that wouldn’t quit, I WANTED her. Her tight leather outfit accentuated all her charms like honey on a bee hive.

She undressed me slowly while teasing me with those beautiful lips. For tonight, I was hers, and she knew it. She tied my hands with rope and made me get on my knees. “You’ve been a BAD girl Sooz, you need to be punished”. She took out her riding crop and laid it against my ass. Again and again the angry whip flew until the pain had been offset by a tool made entirely of feathers. God did that feel good. Again with the whip followed by gentle licking kisses. Then, something I wasn’t expecting, she stood me up, went and got a hot towel and placed it between my legs while holding it on both sides.

“Piss yourself”, she commanded, and I did. Warm, comforting yellow piss ran from my taint into the towel and onto the marks on my ass. I was just about to Cum when Olga removed the towel and started kissing and licking my dripping piss.

Nothing more to say, I came till there was no tomorrow. Olga smiled at me and said, “Feel better now”? “OMG”, I panted out, “that was amazing”. She untied my hands, gave me a robe and said, “You’re too drunk to drive, you’ll stay here tonight with me”.

I happily agreed and returned the favor for HER in the morning. “I needed that”. I wanted a drink, but decided against it and we said our good-byes. I returned to school happier and with a lot less nunnery on my mind.

Until Later…

 

 

Sex Education at the Office

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Why does this sort of thing always happen to me? Hi, my name is Allison Crossfire; I am a Psychiatrist and sex therapist for the County of Los Angeles.

For years now, it has been my job to treat those who have a problem with sexual deficiencies. I love my job, ever since I was a little girl I have always seen myself as helping those that are in need.

You see, I MYSELF am one of those folks who was born with an over-stimulated sex drive. For years, I struggled with the needs and urges of my sexual beast, in truth, I still do.

She was my patient, her name was Camille and she also suffered from the same demons as I do on a daily basis. My colleagues all said NOT to treat her as I may fall into the transference trap, and Not be able to help her.

Fifteen years on the job told me differently, so I welcomed Camille and explained what we would do in therapy. She was a beautiful woman, 32 years old, married to her husband for 6 years, but she could never be fully satisfied sexually.

Oh sure, she could achieve orgasm over and over, but once satisfied, the feelings of raw sexuality crept back into her loins like those of a tiger just waiting to pounce on its prey.

Hoping to help ease her concerns, I explained my OWN demons, and what I had found was necessary to rein them in. She explained that she loved her husband, but that he just didn’t understand her and often rejected her advances when she needed him the most.

I told her that was very common and that she should sit him down and explain about her desires and needs. After all, this was going to have to be a two way street if it had any hope of working.

For weeks I saw her, and it was always the same thing, NOT ENOUGH SEX. The more she spoke, I found myself becoming more and more attracted to this beauty.  I realized that my feelings should have been strictly clinical, but my pussy didn’t agree, the more she spoke about sex, the hornier I would get. Looking into her eyes during the sessions, I KNEW she felt it too. I needed to walk away, but my body said otherwise.

The last session with her was my Waterloo. She came dressed in a see through blouse which showed off her voluptuous upturned breasts. Her skirt was short enough to show her wearing a thong when she sat down, which made my pulse started to race like a woman who just finished a marathon. I WANTED her.

She started to speak and I just had to jump in, “Camille, are you as turned on right now as I am”, I asked. She responded by leaning in, placing her lips over mine and gently kissed them.

My pussy went into overdrive as it felt as though I had wet my pants. She took my hand and placed it on her breast, and said, “Would you like to suckle me?” I just nodded, unbuttoned that blouse, removed her bra, and placed my hot lips over her nipples sucking them like wild abandon.

She started to moan as I gently bit her nipples, and then sucked again. Another delicious moan arose as I removed her skirt and brought her to the floor. She was mine now, patient or no patient; she was finally going to get the sex she so badly needed.

I went from her head to her toes, stroking her, and licking her till she nearly came from her pleasure. I was obsessed, SHE was obsessed and no-one could break us apart until we had each been satisfied from the beast’s lust.

Licking a woman’s pussy has always been a favorite of mine, the smell of sex, the taste, and watching and listening to the moans of pleasure. Around her clit I went, up and down, then slowly and lovingly entered my tongue into her love cavity as she did mine.

We were insane, but we were ALIVE with lust’s pleasure and there was NO word for stop. In and out went my tongue until I felt her tense, and then scream with ecstatic pleasure. I could no longer contain my composure and also screamed out like a banshee in the night. We were alone, and the night was quiet once again.

Was I wrong for pursuing this, YES; in fact I gave up my practice the next day and moved away. The pain I had caused this young woman was MY fault, yet, the pleasure was also something we would both never forget.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Drunk Again

It’s 2:30 in the afternoon, I’m drunk, and I NEED sex. That first drink really messed me up on that date with my professor. I KNEW I shouldn’t have imbibed, but as I said, beautiful women are my kryptonite. Damn…

Today, I had the taste, just like years ago, I NEEDED a drink or ten. I got up, went to the liquor store and bought me a bottle of Gray Goose Vodka and then, bought some cranberry juice.

Vodka and cranberry have always been my drink of choice, and as I mentioned, I had the need. The sensation of being relaxed, and not in control for a change, egged me on like a dog to a steak.

The first drink went down so smooth I immediately had to refill my glass until I am in the current state I am in. Am I PROUD of myself, NO, but as I said, I am NOT a saint and I needed to relax.

As per usual, when I drink to the point of intoxication, I NEED sex. Just to give you some insight, my pants are already off and I have been feeling my wet pussy with a vibrator.

Man I’m feelin’ good. I realize this blog is a little salacious, but I really could NOT help myself. If you’ll excuse me, I need to feel my tits with my other hand now so I can CUM.

Sorry if this offended anyone…I just love writing when I’m drunk… Bye for now…MUAH!!!!!

 

 

Why Do Men Like Our Boobs

For years I have been wondering just what it IS about our boobs that men like so much? Let’s be honest, all they are, are feeding machines for our little ones.

Oh sure, they can be used as an erogenous zone in lovemaking, but primarily, they are muscles used for feeding our young. Is it because they are beautiful pieces of art like in the Aphrodite, or perhaps more of a leftover response from our youth when we used to suckle the boobs of our moms to eat and get that comforting feeling?

I am at a loss here, someone please enlighten me. Almost every culture seems to worship our breasts and I really don’t understand why. Perhaps it is because of their extreme softness or the added bonus of our nipples, work with me here people, and help me understand.

For ME, it’s about cuddling between two fluffy pillows and the way they smell, but, that’s ME. Let me understand, why do YOU think they are so popular? Let me know.

 

 

What Ever Happened to Flashing and Streaking

Hi everybody, let me just say this, I have been both a flasher AND a streaker. I know that must surprise most of you, but it’s true. When I was in college, the FIRST time, I would wait for the band to come out on the football field and then streak across like there was no tomorrow.

Was I ever caught, lets just say ONLY when I wanted to be. The same went for flashin’, at a concert or if I saw a really cute guy, I would give my coyesh smile and let him get a sneak preview of what COULD be.

Unfortunately, you don’t see that as often as you used to…Why? Nothin’ more excitin’ than a naked girl runnin’ in front of thousands of people, or givin’ a little flash to the gal/guy of your dreams.

First of all, let me ask YOU folks in the peanut gallery, would YOU like a little more excitement in your lives? I certainly would. I may just bring back my old college days again this football season, and maybe I’ll even do a flash or two. Look out you old Profs, Sooz is comin’.

Let’s “Bring Back the Fun to America Again”…Whose WITH me?

 

 

 

Why Do We HAVE the Olympics

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I realize the Olympics have been around since 776 BC, but they were playing for a religious reason, to honor the gods of Olympus. Today, let’s be honest, we are playing for the almighty BUCK!!!

Seriously, think about it, the USA is DOMINATING the Olympics by almost 22+ goals…Hello, doesn’t this piss off the other countries who have been working just as hard if not harder than the USA to win those gold medals?

Is it REALLY for brotherhood and acceptance of other countries, cultures and ideologies…NO!!! Is it about the ALMIGHTY Buck…Yes!!! Should it BE about the ALMIGHTY Buck…NO!!!

Now, does that mean I don’t like the Olympics, no, I just believe that it should become a show-off game for the USA, and THAT my friends, pisses me off. Since everybody playing in the games are now professional athletes, they should get PAID accordingly, at least THEN, if they don’t medal, they still come away with a paycheck, something of recognition for their sacrifice.

Most all the BUCKS go to the networks, and sponsors for setting them up, the players get BUPKIS!!! I ask you, does THIS seem fair? Every other greedy finger is greased EXCEPT the players.

I’ll tell you what, if I was a pretty and skilled half naked volleyball gal or perhaps Bad mitten cutie, I would DEMAND to be paid. Hell, if there is a possibility I am NOT going to get the gold, I at least want a piece of the pie for playing. Hey, that’s fair.

Ever wonder why you have never seen ME showin’ my tits or ass, no bucks, no peaky. Oh yeah, PLUS, I have no skills for the Olympics. Oh well, I guess I’ll just shut up now and turn on the tube, boxing is on…

Have a good one everyone…

 

Quiet Is the Night

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Silence, a sound that displays a defining quite within night’s realm,

Praise for its song, and its intent to still whatever whispers over its presence.

Feel the silence as it envelops your being, and

Sense the HEAT which engorges your flower.

 

Touch the softness of your breasts as you circle their outer beauty,

Squeeze them and amplify the love juice within your forbidden zone.

Take the tool formed by the gods, your fingers float across thy loving body,

Enrich the pleasure, place your two fingers above your hardened member.

 

Play my supple fingers, delight within my touch, and engorge thy flower delight.

Let Nature take its course, arch up, taste the flow of man’s existence rage within your helpless body.

Be not of times world, but delivered upon Lust’s alter.

Scream out into that quiet night, and forever rejoice in its glory.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Summer’s Heat

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The temperature is up, and my Lust follows accordingly.

Slowly I peel back the heated layers of clothing until I reveal only the necessary EVILS.

I am HOT, and I need relief.

Slowly, I reach down my over heated breasts, until I reach the danger zone.

Touching and swirling, the moisture builds along my firm clit.

Greater, and sexier, I feel until the momentum build, until it can no longer be contained.

Screaming out into the Summer heat, I explode with exotic eruption, until all again, is

QUIET!!!

 

 

Just Ask Sooz

Dear Sooz:

I am a 19 year old girl with a huge problem, I have no friends. I grew up in a small community, attended a small high school, and never really associated with others. It’s not because I don’t like people, it’s because I am painfully shy.

My parents tell me I’m beautiful, bla, bla, bla, but they are my parents and will say anything to try and make me feel better about myself. I see myself as ugly, bigger hips and smaller boobs. UGH!!! It seems like I am going through life doomed.

I really want companionship, but I am too shy and embarrassed to try. Any thoughts?

Ugly Duckling

Dear Ugly Duckling:

Before I start, let me just say that there are NO ugly ducklings, only shy people who PERCEIVE themselves that way. Hell, at 19, I thought my boobs were too big, and my ass looked like symbols. Trust me, almost all women BELIEVE there is something wrong with their bodies.

You just have to get OUT there girl. Fix yourself up nice then go to the library, ask that cute clerk where so and so is, could he help you please? Do some wash at a Laundromat, I don’t care if your momma has the Wizard 3000, get your pretty little ass out and meet some sexy men. Laundromats are a good way to do that.

Go on a double date with someone, it won’t be as scary. Read the newspaper, get informed, and then you will have a great repertoire of conversation just waiting to explode.

Here’s a hint, men are also scared, they actually look to YOU to carry the conversation. So, the more you know, the better you will be. I’m sure you will be fine, just BE YOURSELF and things will go great PROMISE. Now, GET OUT THERE!!!!!!