Fiction: The ramblings of a wayward lime…

LimeNLemonade · 10-16-2022, 09:07 AM

This may or may not be a mistake. I’m a shy sort of thing and fairly private. I’ve written a few bad blogs and I enjoy… taking them down. Posting here is a little harder to take back than a blog post. And it invites… interaction. My shy soul does not do well with interaction.

I only ever write when I have a purpose. Since I’ve stopped abusing my favourite muse/victim I haven’t had much reason to. Perhaps writing here might give me some of that elusive direction that my submissive soul clearly craves.

I promise nothing. In fact:
- I may post once and then take it all back and *retreat*
- All ideas will be poorly written and terribly executed
- Expect complete randomness and no story progression
- Forget sexy scenes… things will largely stop before anything fun happens

I’m far more into oh-hurry-up-and-fuck-me ambience, weird power dynamics and… chocolate. That’s what you can expect from me.

My muses are occasionally friends I talk to. Sometimes they’re not about anyone. If you feel like it might be about you, I request that you keep it to yourself <3 It will also be awkward for both of us if you're wrong. Just saying.

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LimeNLemonade · 10-16-2022, 09:13 AM

Something old to start, but relevant to current frustrations...

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He owned all of her. He owned every single inch of her body. He owned every single thought in her head. She had given all of herself to him.

Knowing this made it easier to truly submit. She would confess to him all the fantasies that made her wet, embarrassed and ashamed. She would ask, sometimes beg, for her most basic of needs to be met. Sometimes he would say no and that was difficult to hear at first, but now it sent her mind down to dizzying depths of submission. She would be his little pornstar and recreate his favourite scenes; the videos he made became her only pornography. He loved seeing her face redden and her breathing become ragged as she edged to herself.

Today they had made another step in the right direction. She had given up her orgasms for him. She would never be allowed to cum again. What made things worse, in her opinion, was that she had never had that fantasy final orgasm. Her very last orgasm had been pleasurable but almost forgotten in the bliss of taking it for granted.

She felt a little overwhelmed at the enormity of the word ‘never’. The infinite length was so impossible to comprehend. How would she feel in a month, a year, or even ten years? Would she even remember what lies beyond the edge? How it felt to completely give in to exquisite pleasure… the sound she made that was half exhale, half moan… the feeling of sweet relief after a marathon of frustration?

As she desperately rubbed her clit she wondered if he really meant it. Of course, she wanted to cum… didn’t she? The closer and closer she got the more her mind was filled with what was forbidden. Yes, she wanted to cum. She rubbed herself with frantic, urgent desperation and her need finally drove her to the point of no-return. But when she found herself there she whispered “never again” and moaned as she yanked her hand away.

As the hormones rushed uselessly around her body she groaned. She felt so frustrated and needy and perfect. It was everything he said it would be.

10-16-2022, 09:07 AM	#1
LimeNLemonade Sublime Join Date: Jun 2015 Posts: 57	The ramblings of a wayward lime… This may or may not be a mistake. I’m a shy sort of thing and fairly private. I’ve written a few bad blogs and I enjoy… taking them down. Posting here is a little harder to take back than a blog post. And it invites… interaction. My shy soul does not do well with interaction. I only ever write when I have a purpose. Since I’ve stopped abusing my favourite muse/victim I haven’t had much reason to. Perhaps writing here might give me some of that elusive direction that my submissive soul clearly craves. I promise nothing. In fact: - I may post once and then take it all back and retreat - All ideas will be poorly written and terribly executed - Expect complete randomness and no story progression - Forget sexy scenes… things will largely stop before anything fun happens I’m far more into oh-hurry-up-and-fuck-me ambience, weird power dynamics and… chocolate. That’s what you can expect from me. My muses are occasionally friends I talk to. Sometimes they’re not about anyone. If you feel like it might be about you, I request that you keep it to yourself <3 It will also be awkward for both of us if you're wrong. Just saying. </manifesto>

10-16-2022, 09:13 AM	#2
LimeNLemonade Sublime Join Date: Jun 2015 Posts: 57	One Something old to start, but relevant to current frustrations... *** He owned all of her. He owned every single inch of her body. He owned every single thought in her head. She had given all of herself to him. Knowing this made it easier to truly submit. She would confess to him all the fantasies that made her wet, embarrassed and ashamed. She would ask, sometimes beg, for her most basic of needs to be met. Sometimes he would say no and that was difficult to hear at first, but now it sent her mind down to dizzying depths of submission. She would be his little pornstar and recreate his favourite scenes; the videos he made became her only pornography. He loved seeing her face redden and her breathing become ragged as she edged to herself. Today they had made another step in the right direction. She had given up her orgasms for him. She would never be allowed to cum again. What made things worse, in her opinion, was that she had never had that fantasy final orgasm. Her very last orgasm had been pleasurable but almost forgotten in the bliss of taking it for granted. She felt a little overwhelmed at the enormity of the word ‘never’. The infinite length was so impossible to comprehend. How would she feel in a month, a year, or even ten years? Would she even remember what lies beyond the edge? How it felt to completely give in to exquisite pleasure… the sound she made that was half exhale, half moan… the feeling of sweet relief after a marathon of frustration? As she desperately rubbed her clit she wondered if he really meant it. Of course, she wanted to cum… didn’t she? The closer and closer she got the more her mind was filled with what was forbidden. Yes, she wanted to cum. She rubbed herself with frantic, urgent desperation and her need finally drove her to the point of no-return. But when she found herself there she whispered “never again” and moaned as she yanked her hand away. As the hormones rushed uselessly around her body she groaned. She felt so frustrated and needy and perfect. It was everything he said it would be.