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!!!!

 

 

 

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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hot and on the Prowl

Erotica—-

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.”

 

 

Sooz’s Confession

I screwed up. After a long time without a drop of alcohol, I went out with one of my professors, got drunk and slept with her. I didn’t mean to but it was a professor peer pressure thing.

I have told you that I have been ogling my professors, well, this time I was asked to stay after from class to go over one of my papers and she asked me out.

You must be thinking, is she married, and the answer is no. I must admit, my glands were working overtime like a teenage girl in heat. I hadn’t had sex with anyone since I started school and I was wet as a Texas storm.

Twice I thought about accepting her offer, but in my “condition”, good judgement was clouded my raging hormones. Politely, I accepted and met her at a nearby bar after school.

Before you criticize me, let me just say that WHY she is a college professor is beyond me. She has long blond hair, a face like Aphrodite, and a body that says “come hither, I’m yours. What the HELL was I supposed to do? She could easily have been a model or movie star, was I gonna turn THAT down, I think NOT?

We sat down, and she ordered drinks for BOTH of us. She mentioned that she was ordering a “special” drink and that I would love it. Did I have the will power to turn it down, NO; good looking women are my kryptonite.

She was intelligent, a great conversationalist, and kept placing her hand on my leg every chance she got. I was hooked, she ordered more and more drinks, and like a fool, I kept sucking them down. What the HELL was I doing?

The night went on like a perfect dream, both drunk; I asked her back to my place. We got in my door and I placed my lips on hers, and my hands on her breasts, and off came the clothes. She was a vision.

In the morning, I had two things, a horrific hangover, and a regret that I hadn’t felt in a long time. Would I ever see her again? My body immediately answered with a resounding yes, while my mind said no.

We parted ways and she said,”I’ll see you in class”, I made two resolutions that day:

  1. Don’t do anymore drinking
  2. Don’t sleep with anymore of my professors

Did I enjoy my night of carousing, sure, would I ever do it again, only time will tell?

 

 

 

Adult Poetry by Sooz

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I have had this one rolling inside me for a long time and I just HAD to let it out…Hope you like it anyway…

(To the tune of Pop goes the weasel)

 

All round the Johnson or Dick,

The girl chased balls that were hairy,

That’s the way the way game is played,

POP goes the Cherry!!!

Quiet Is the Night

Sexy Tuesday

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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Just Ask Sooz

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Dear Sooz:

Well, here we are. After several years of answering Dear Sooz questions, I KNEW that one day YOU would be here asking me, (Yourself), for your OWN help.

You have lived quite a fast and furious life for a little drunk girl haven’t you? You were at top of your class in college, and then clawed your way up to be the CEO of your own company in just a short time.

Time really DOES take its toll doesn’t it? I understand the syndication deal you were looking at fell through, but you just picked up your hopes and dreams and just kept on going.

So what brings you here today asking for MY help? I’ll stop here so I can listen to your problem.

Well, I’ll admit losing the syndication deal hurt my ego quite a bit, but after pouting for a couple of days I did get over it. The thing is, I am not USED to losing, and I DON’T like it.

My whole life I have scratched and clawed my way to become what I am, and NOW, after THIS loss, I feel like a loser. I wanted to drink myself into oblivion, but realized this was NOT the way to go. I am torn now. I still haven’t heard from Stanford regarding my admission and now I am beginning to question my ability.

I’m just down I guess something which is not like me usually. I have no one steady in my life to lean on, and I feel like I am on a block of ice just drifting aimlessly in the Ocean of life.

What do you think I should do to get my Psyche back to normal once again?

Sooz

 

Dear Sooz:

Quit dwelling on the failures and start looking forward to your future. The world is YOUR oyster my dear. Don’t give up and feel sorry for yourself, the “Poor Me” syndrome, get off our ass and get involved with the world.

Remember, life is fickle; you will not ALWAYS get what you want. Do what you are good at and help someone ELSE. If you lose yourself in THIS, you will not ONLY forget about your own troubles, you will become a better person.

Take my advice, that’s what you HAVE me for.

 

 

 

The Tree of Desire

 

Yesterday, I offered folks to write a poem or story regarding this picture. Sadly, no one responded. Today, I give you MY rendition of “The Tree of Desire”…

 

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Once we shared a love so strong,

Consumed by lust, and understood the wrong.

Caring not, our selfishness grew,

Till attention it gathered, from those who knew.

 

Warned were we not, from the gods up above,

To desist from desires flame, and practice TRUE LOVE.

We laughed, and we scoffed, at the gods rambling warning,

Until we woke as a tree, the very next morning.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sensuality

A glance.
The wink of an eye.
Meaningless conversation affixed among two lonely souls.
The brush of a finger, sending tingling sensations down a sensuous body.

Laughter ensues, followed by one hand, folding into another.
Lips meet, sending pleasurable neurons down to Unspeakable Pleasure Points.
Heat erupts from both, making a casual meeting once innocent, now a taste for Lust.
Play no more my Virgin Angel, for the Devil needs to be fulfilled.

Garments fall, as the power of Lust’s heat sets the body afire.
Writhing with passion sets the night’s agenda,
And Sounds of Lust fill the Sensual air.
Moaning saturates the dark, until both have satisfied Lust’s NEED.

Once again, stillness returns, and All is right with the world.