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i-will-call-you-sir:

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delectatiomorosa:

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fringeofdarkness:

On Finger Fucking.

With the right girl, finger fucking can be one of the great delights in the dance. Yet, the difference between a repetitive mechanical act and a proper finger fucking can be huge.  To truly make this an amazing experience, a Dominant must appreciate the possibilities, have good technique, and invest the time to know his girl thoroughly - inside and out.

Indeed.  I like to take the time to explore my girl with my fingers, caressing her lips first to see just how sensitive they are.  Few vanilla men ever realize that it is not always about penetration - and even fewer know the right girl can cum just from having the insides of her lips caressed in just the right way.

I like to visit my girl’s clit next.  And here is where the distinction begins.  A vanilla man will rub a clit like a lamp and expect the magic orgasm genie to pop out.  A Dominant will explore much more sensually.  

I like to trace up along her lips to her clit, pull her hood back gently, and then caress her with just the tip of a finger to see how responsive it is.  Pressure is not the key.  Erotic contact brings her right to the edge, and my ministrations include light pinching, working the shaft of her clit between two fingers, exploring the incredibly erogenous areas alongside and above, and gentle rubbing while I hold her hood back to expose her hot little pearl.

I should mention that I will rarely allow my girl to cum while I explore.  I use this opportunity to gauge her responses (verbal and physical) and learn the best ways to edge her and tantalize her.  I feel the way her body moves, and I listen for the erotic tension in her voice as she begs to cum for me. Over and over. And over again. 

I then impale her, sliding my finger into her dripping wet cunt.  I make sure she appreciates the way I penetrate her - using one continuous motion to work my finger deep into her until the knuckles of my other fingers are against her lips.  I listen for the sudden uptake of her breath and for her whimpers and moans, and I feel the way her hips and ass move and her pussy spasms around my finger - sometimes clenching and releasing as I press on.

The next part of this dance clearly separates experienced Dominants from the rest of the pack.  While we often talk about finger fucking, I rarely use a repetitive in/out solo finger thrust. There is really not that much erotic pleasure in this, as a cock would be much more fulfilling.

The key to a girl’s orgasmic pleasure is her g-spot - and this is where I focus the most time on my girl’s cunt.  I work my way up her frontal wall with my finger and then crook it back, probing down until I find it - tucked down in its little pocket.  I massage it as I watch her toes curl and her hips buck - learning the best areas and pressure to use from these cues.  I will not allow her to cum just yet.

From this point forward, no two girls are alike.  I use what I have learned about my girl to work each area and give her the most incredible sensations (and climaxes) of her life.  I vary the number of fingers I use, the ways in which I clench and rub her g-spot, and the number of times I deny her orgasm.  

When it is time for my girl to experience orgasmic bliss, I am mindful of what some Tantra experts refer to as a winding of an erotic pleasure center spring. The more I can edge her to orgasm and deny her release, the more I can wind this spring in her body. And each time I choose to release this spring, I can bring her to incredible orgasms.  Over and over.  And over again.

Finally, when I have wound my girl tightly and built an insatiable desire, I work her g-spot hard.  If she has been a good girl, I will use a tantric grip, sliding my third and fourth fingers into her cunt and only THEN thrusting back and forth repeatedly, my other two fingers slamming into her outer lips, and the heel of my hand impacting against the top part of her pussy and clit.

I say just four words, and the magic commences:

“Cum for me, girl.”

She releases her entire being to me, convulsing and bucking with incredible pleasure spasms.  As she shudders and sings to me with squeals, moans, and shrieks of joy, she pants out the words that make me feel so honored and complete….

“Cumming for YOU, SIR!”

I repeat this last sequence over and over, and my girl can cum many, many times.  The most joyful part is when her eyes open wide like silver dollars - amazed at what she is experiencing in her own body - finally released properly.  

This is what makes the dance on the fringe of darkness such a joy…

© Fringe of Darkness, 2012

fringeofdarkness:

Imagine…

A room by the beach - nothing too fancy - but a pool nearby, a beach across the street, and a nice big bed.  We stroll along the beach at sunset, stopping at a blanket prepared with a bottle of wine, some cheeses, and a candle.  

We sip wine and watch the last streaks of red and orange turn to purple.  Then I lay you down next to me, putting your head on my lap. And I tell you stories.  Dark, deep, decadent tales of what might still await you on our journey.

After an hour or so, I take your hand and instruct you to gather our things. We walk across the street and take a dip in the pool. The lights are dim, we are alone, and I draw you close.  You are enjoying the effects of your wine, and you snuggle into my arms and luxuriate in my attentions.  I gently pinch your nipples until they are rock hard, and then I inspect my property - every inch of it - running my hands over you, grasping at your breasts and ass, and probing your holes with my fingers.  

I take you by the hair at the back of your neck, draw your head back, and kiss you - deep and full - slowly fucking your mouth with my tongue.  You look up at me with hunger - your hand moves faltering towards my cock, and I smile, saying “follow your instincts, girl”.  I pull us over to the pool stairs and I lay back.  You take me into your mouth, sucking and licking at first, and then you take me deep as I hold you by the hair and murmur….”good girl….mmmmm…..gooooood girl”. 

Once I am rock hard, I arise - turn you over - put you on your knees on the pools stairs, pull aside your bikini bottom, and thrust my cock into your wet, needy cunt - hard and swift.  I take you for a while - holding your hair like reins, and you buck and moan, looking up at the moon, your eyes wide open in amazement at what is unfolding.

I withdraw from your pulsing pussy, and you whimper with the feeling of loss.  I pull up my trunks, take you by the hand, and walk you to our room.  You enter without a word, and gasp.  

I have prepared the room.  My ropes are ready and waiting for you at the corners of the bed.  Your cuffs are out, my implements are on the dresser, and there is a small gift-wrapped package next to your collar.  I tell you to strip, get your cuffs on, and kneel - which you do in a flash.  I turn on some music, turn to you, and explain this is no ordinary night.

You cast your eyes up from your kneeling position with an imploring look.  But you resist the urge to question.  In your everyday life, you hunger for illumination and/or learning.  Here, you are content with my ever-elusive foreshadowing - thoughts just out of reach - on the fringe of darkness.

Instinctively, you know this is a night when you do not speak unless required.  You kneel, legs slightly spread as trained, head bowed a bit, waiting for the familiar reassurance of your collar being strapped around your neck.  I move closer, take you in hand, and fasten it securely.  

Your collar presents such a stark contrast to the beautiful curves of your neck and breasts -  black and silver - almost harsh against your skin.  Such a potentially humiliating concept - to be collared and leashed, but yet - this collar represents comfort, safety, and security under my hand.  You have never felt so much in your place as you do with my collar around your neck.

I move again, and darkness falls - the blindfold.  The one with rabbit fur lining.  So decadent - and yet so erotic.  You smile every time I put it on you, knowing I made it with my own hands.  

As you descend, you begin to appreciate that tonight will be a night of exploration - into the fringes of your fantasies.  Your mind starts to race, and you key in on your remaining senses as you try to establish what might be happening about you.

You feel something clipped to your collar ring, and you realize you have been tethered to the long dog lead.  You feel me move away, and you feel very alone, kneeling naked in the darkness.  It can be amazing how scant seconds without me in a charged interlude can seem like hours.

Is it a minute that passes?  Ten minutes?  An hour?  Time loses meaning when you are in this state - it feels like an eternity in the darkness.  And then you feel it.  A tug on your collar.  Low - at floor level.  Insistent,  steady, and strong.  

You remember my words - “follow your instincts, girl”, and crawl on your hands knees across the room, towards the tug.  You feel  your lead taken up as you move.  Shudder.  You nipples are rock hard and your pussy is almost dripping in anticipation.  

Humiliation?  Objectification?  Perhaps to some, but you have long lost any sense of malfeasance on my part.  You are driven by your desire to experience all I wish of you.  You embrace the luxury of being in the moment, and you remember my words - “do not think, girl, just do”.  The result is intoxicating, and you grow more aroused as you navigate past the furnishings of the room. 

Anticipation is such a wonderful thing with such a beautiful, erotic mind.

Your hand touches a shoe, and you recoil.  Your mind races - is it me?  You feel the grip of fear for a millisecond.  Could there be another person in the room?  The tug continues, and so you move forward until you feel yourself, kneeling low, your head against a chair cushion, between two outstretched thighs…

Time to dance, girl.

© Fringe of Darkness, 2012

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