Sex, Masturbation and Master Slave

 

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Dear Internet

 I use you each and every day and I don’t understand why you give me prompts for writing that suggest- Sex, Master Slave, and Masturbation. Yes, while it is true that I occasionally talk about Sex and Masturbation, I hardly EVER discusses my Master Slave proclivities.

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t MIND talking about Master slave situations, it’s just that I don’t write about it that often to have my writing suggestions use this subject. I would much rather have my suggestions include Just Ask Sooz, or perhaps Sooz’s Fractured Fairy Tales.

Hell, even those stories about getting drunk or having drunken sex would be better. Preferably, the best suggestions would be about-Rainbows, Unicorns, and World Peace. OK, look, I would probably sprinkle these subjects with Sex, Masturbation, and perhaps Master Slave proclivities, BUT, I would much rather see the above in print as suggestions.

 I am finished bitching now, I realize you are just doing your due diligence when it comes to offering suggestions for all your writers. I promise to play nice from now on and will just take your suggestions as written. I humbly apologize for being a sexy depraved woman, who loves engaging in continuous masturbation, and will write more about my sexual Master Slave occurrences to live up to my suggestive matter.

 

Regards,

Sooz

P.S. My hands are in my pants as we speak… FU!!!!

 

 

 

Sooz Update

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Hi everybody. Just wanted to check in and say that my condition is improving every day. Can’t keep a good girl down, (Unless I NEED to be down Under someone). Yup, I must be getting better, sex is back on my mind.

Speaking of sex, I must say that there is a REAL cute nurse here who has been taking “extra” good care of me. I DO love those slow and sexy sponge baths, especially in those “Hard to get at” areas.

She may very well be my next conquest, when I am able. Anyway, for now, I am limited to chess and video games. Never thought I would become an addict, but the new Final Fantasy game is hard not to keep playing. God, I’m a gamer, hehehehehehe.

If I’m honest, I am going crazy here doing basically nothing. Two more weeks of this monotony and I am FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  I can’t wait. I am definitely a type A personality and I NEED to be doing something at all times.

Don’t get me wrong, reading about 60 books and playing chess is OK, but I NEED to be constantly moving and shaking, (Usually my ass). Oh come on, it WAS funny, Laugh dammit.

I MAY also be getting horny again, three times I’ve already masturbated today. Ya see, some things NEVER change, thank goodness. Well, gotta go, it’s time for my fencing lesson…Just kidding, my chess table is set up and Victoria is going to attempt to beat me…Fat Chance.

Bye for now, and love to all.

 

A Line from Sooz

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Many of you know that I have been seeing a woman from France, you ALSO know that I am a recovering alcoholic, (Or drunk as I don’t attend meetings), here’s the thing, my recovery as slipped due to her.

Do I want to be a drunk for the rest of my life, no, do I want to continue seeing this woman who I am developing feelings for, yes, I am so confused right now. You see, as I write this I am PISSED. For those who don’t understand Gahlic, I’m drunk.

As always, it started with one drink of wine, then another and so on, now, I look forward to getting drunk with Bella and having incredible sex. You see, she is the only one I have found, who ALSO has a compatible sex drive like mine.

The more I drink, the more I want to drink, as it makes me feel Veeerrry Seeexxxxy, Meowwwwww…Bella loves to drink and get pissed, so do I but then I don’t want to LIVE the drunkard lifestyle anymore. I have taken a long time trying to get OVER this addiction and yet, it keeps pulling me back in.

I am at a crossroads here, I am falling in love with this woman, but, I realize that her habits are very bad for my sobriety. What to do, what to do? Perhaps I should Just Ask Sooz and see what SHE says, hehehehehehe.

If anyone has any thoughts on this that could help, please feel free to dish it out. I could really use the voice of reason right about now. God, it has taken me 3 times to write this….Hehehehehehehe.

Time to masturbate, MUAH to ALL!!!!!

10 Things Never to do When Writing

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There are sooooooooo many people out there who write to “improve” other people’s writing, without ever explaining WHAT pitfalls to watch for when you finally DO pick up that pen and paper or computer.

 

I have devised a list of 10 things you should never do when you are writing, so that all of you potential writers have a CHANCE of making a million dollars on your next book.

 

  1. Never write when you are drunk. Ask me, I KNOW. When drunk, you believe you have written a masterpiece, when all you have actually written is something right out of Sooz’s Nursery Rhymes.

 

  1. Never write when you are tired. If you DO, the brain wants to finish your article toot suite, and it ends up going in the rejection bin in the morning. It is better just to sit down, relax, have 6 or 7 drinks, pass out and then try again in the morning. (The writing that is, NOT the drinking).

 

  1. While having sex. It CAN be done, but it is very difficult. Either finish your love play first, OR your writing.

 

  1. While watching TV. All I can say here is BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!! This is a big no no. Too much interference that messes with your creativity. Finish watching House Hunters and THEN write.

 

  1. Never write on an empty OR a full stomach. If you write while you are hungry, you are always thinking about food. If you write on a full stomach, you are either thinking about sleeping OR puking. Enough said here.

 

  1. Never write about a personal experience you had unless it is EXTREEMLY funny or horrifying. Nothing else is really interesting; again…Ask me, I’ll tell you.

 

  1. Never write while you are depressed. If you do, no one will EVER read you again. Just sayin’.

 

  1. Never write when you are sleepy. If you do, you will find a story like this. Once upon a time………………………………………………………………….. nnnnnnnnnnnjjjjjjjjjjjjjjklkjchhdecwdclksMcSC,m d/w.md wlejl  kwc

 

  1. Never write when you are butt naked. Sure, it feels great, BUT…Then you have to stop every 15 minutes to masturbate and you lose the coherency of the story. Again, personal experience.

 

OK… There IS no number 10 because as you have probably figured out, I AM drunk and this whole thing is a compilation of drivel. I’ll hit the sack and try again when I am sober.

Bye for now…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A List of Things You Can do When Bored

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Let’s face it, lists are fun. Being bored is NOT fun, so, I decided I would list some things you could do when you are bored. Hopefully, you will enjoy this list.

  1. Masturbate- A fun and simple way to relieve boredom, AND relaxing too.

 

  1. Go Skydiving- This is a real ass kicker and unbelievable experience, hey, “Don’t knock it if you haven’t tried it”.

 

 

  1. Make paper dolls out of an old newspaper…Go on, TRY it.

 

  1. Play with paper dolls after making them. Hehehehehe…I CAUGHT you.

 

 

  1. Try reading a book longer than “War and Peace”.

 

  1. Take a walk in the rain, OR, if you have an arid climate, take a long shower and pretend you are walking in the rain. Hell, you might even make it better by masturbating while you’re in there.

 

 

  1. String paper clips together and see how long of a chain you can make.

 

  1. Eat something, regret what you ate, and repeat.

 

 

  1. Sleep, but, then you would be missing all of the fun activities I’ve already listed.

 

  1. Drink-OK, I KNOW I shouldn’t list this, but, it has always been a good boredom reliever for me, and then, Usually, I masturbate.

 

Hot and on the Prowl

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Some folks call me a Cougar, others call me a slut, you can call me what you like as long as you give me the two things I need to survive, booze and sex. Funny really, I never thought I’d wind up this way, alone, drunk, and with a sexual craving I couldn’t control. 

 

Oh sure, I started out like everyone else, a good Catholic girl who believed all those fairy tales about Heaven and Hell, even had the nuns beat into my head that sex was wrong and that if I masturbated, I would not only go to Hell, I would also go blind.

 

Well, guess what, I masturbated till my fingers were raw and my Pussy STILL cried out for more. By the way, I can still spot a fly at 20 yards, so I guess I dispelled THAT myth also.

 

It was 2:00 AM, a Wednesday, I was drunk as usual and my Pussy was HOT and WET. I needed to get laid, and it had to be soon before I passed out. I turned next to the guy I was drinking with and slurringly said, “You wanna take me home and have your way with me”?

 

He half looked at me through those yellowish red eyes and nodded. As we left the bar, I knew I wouldn’t be able to make it all the way home, when in the cab, I took his hand, put it inside my pants until  his main fucking finger was inside me. Them, I grabbed his cock and started working it up and down like the pro I was.

 

He only lasted about 5 Minutes as I heard him let out a satisfied Ahhhhhhh. I was right behind him as his fingers lubricated me like an aqueduct lubricating pipes.

 

God he was good, sure, I was drunked up pretty good but he had a way about him that lit my flame and took me into Nirvanna. The cab came to our destination and he paid the man with half his pants still hanging down.

 

We went into my place, drank until I passed out and woke up the next morning with him on top of me. I told him I had a Hell of a hangover, got outta bed and poured myself a stiff one.

 

He zipped up, said thanks for last night and dissappeared like a ghost on the morning after Halloween. As for me, I just went back to my bottle planning my time for THIS evening. “What a life, what a life indeed.”

 

 

Today I’m Feelin’ Sexy

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That’s right folks, I am feelin’ HOT and Sexy, and it’s not even Tuesday. I woke up this mornin’, put my fingers on my breasts and just let the world go by.

 

I’m sure you will excuse the brevity of this piece, there is something I need to take care of. Talk to you all later.

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!!!

 

 

Seduction–Sooz Style

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Hi there everyone, how are you this morning? I have come here today with a heavy heart. Many of the computer servers over the world have blocked me because of my Erotica stories. It’s sad really because it was a new experience for me, and something that I hoped many would enjoy.
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Unfortunately, it appears as if that has not happened. I have always prided myself in giving the people something that they would hopefully like reading ,but, it appears that many are turned off by the graphic structure of my pieces.

I am writing ONE last Erotica story. This piece is from personal experience, and hopefully NOT my last story, but this one, is meant from the heart and soul of me. This is actually a piece of my life, it happened just the way you will read it. Please don’t think harshly of me, as I enjoy ALL forms of sex, well, except for erotic asphyxia.

I believe that sex is a form of art made between two people, and I have absolutely NO shyness, or misgivings about giving myself, or others pleasure. Below is an actual event from ONE of the forms of sex I enjoy.

 Rain, why does it always rain when I want to drive somewhere? I haven’t had good sex now in a month of Sundays, and when I DO get an offer, doesn’t the weather just say,”Fuck You Sooz, if you WANT it, then you’re going to have to pay for it.” I must admit, sex has always been number one in my circle of life, and when I DON’T get it, run for your life.

Tonight was one of those nights. My crotch was dripping like rain from the roof, I NEEDED it, and I needed it now. Cranking the engine in my Jag, and the roar from the motor assured me that Nirvana was only a short drive away.

It seemed like an eternity, but finally pulling up into that long winding driveway, put my mind at ease, I was going to get laid. I had been here before when I was just a novice in S&M, tonight however, I was a professional and couldn’t wait to get my ass slapped and then kissed, and then slapped some more. Even thinking about it made me want to cum right there, but the wait would be worth it.

The mansion door opened and Madame Olga greeted me with a long seductive kiss, while feeling my moistened pussy beneath my dress. She took my hand and led me to our room of pleasure.

 Just thinking about the pain and pleasure was enough to make me tremble. I was hot, wet, and I was ready.  Madame Olga demanded I disrobe and bend over a long table, covered in white silk with black lace. Immediately I complied and the fun began. Whack went the riding crop across my ass again and again. Even though the pain was biting, kissing my wounds with her luscious lips made my body quiver. God this was good.

She then led me to a set of poles looking like field goal posts, and bound both my hands and feet. Olga decided to blindfold me as again she laid her crop across my back. Whack, Kiss, Whack, Kiss, don’t stop I thought as the pain and pleasure were bringing me closer and closer to ultimate pleasure. The crop was replaced by a feather as she ran the feathers around my neck, and then all the way down to my already soaked twat.

Olga dropped to her knees and spread my wanton pussy with her fingers while sliding her tongue inside my molten volcano. Up and down and all around my Clit she navigated as finally I could hold on no more. I screamed out into the night like a wailing Banshee as my need had been satisfied.

After dressing, Olga came to me, kissed me passionately and whispered in my ear, “Next time, YOU Play the seductress.”  I smiled and assured her I would.