Introducing: Stormy Foxx

Hey there, friends!

I wanted to take a minute to give you a few updates.  Firstly, I have published a second story under the pen name Stormy Foxx, which you can find on Amazon – Taken By the Executives.  Involves group sex in an office setting, if that’s your thing.

Read for free with Kindle Unlimited, otherwise, it’s only 99 cents to download.

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Secondly, I have decided to start a new website/blog, StormyFoxx.com  where I can market my books, write more stories, and blog about any kink or sex related topic that crosses my mind.

I am not certain whether I will continue to write here or not, though I will be around to read other people’s posts as I do enjoy them very much!

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Desperation

I thought I’d share a little more of the piece I’ve been working on.  See the first teaser here.

He made quick work of unlocking the door and pulled me inside after him. The door was barely closed before he had me up against it, pulling my dress down to expose my bare breasts, teasing my hardened nipples between his fingers.

“No bra either?” he growled. I could feel his arousal against my thigh and I began to grind against him.  Any inhibitions I may have had at the bar were gone now. 

He pulled away from me, “Patience, my needy little slut.”

A desperate moan escaped my lips and I reached out to pull him back but he stepped out of reach.

“Go upstairs. I will follow in a few minutes and when I do I better find you face down ass up on my bed. Lose the dress too.”

I obeyed and moved toward the stairs, no hesitation.

“Oh and Callista?” he called after me, a dangerous tone in his voice. “You do not want to find out what happens to girls who don’t do as they’re told.”

Just a tease..

He pushed me against the wall, pressing his hand to my throat, whiskey scented breath hot against my skin. 

“Tell me what you want me to do to those slutty little holes of yours,” he growled in my ear.  

No one seemed to notice the show unfolding before them.  They were too distracted by the heavy music, alcohol… self indulgence. 

“Fuck me,” I whispered back, pleading.  “God, please, fuck me.”

His hand found the hem of my skirt, and I shivered as he stroked my thigh.  Eyes never leaving mine, his hand moved slowly upward.  A wicked grin crossed his face

“You dirty little girl, no panties?

I could only gasp in response as he pushed a finger inside me.  Fuck.  Then another finger joined the first, a third lightly stroking my clit. 

I no longer cared who noticed…

30 Days of Kink Days 11-20

Thought I would sit down and type out a few more answers to the 30 Days of Kink questions, as I mentioned in my last post I was getting a little sick of them so I bunched a few together to get through them faster.

I am not feeling mentally well this afternoon, unfortunately so I’m hoping these answers are sufficient.

You can find these prompts here.

Day 11: What are your views on the ethics of kink?

I believe as long as you’re being safe and everything is consensual, then its all good.  Being into BDSM and kink do not make someone unethical, being a shitty person does and they come in all varieties.

Day 12: Tell us about a humorous BDSM/kink experience you’ve had.  If you haven’t had one, talk about aspects of kink/BDSM you find funny.

I do not recall any specific humorous experiences I have had, but my favorites moments are the ones where humor can easily be injected.  I cannot stand scenes that are overly serious.  Sex is supposed to be fun, high protocol situations make me anxious and cause me to withdraw.

Day 13: Explain as best you can what the appeal of kink/BDSM is to you?  Why are you drawn to what you’re drawn to?

I am drawn to the power exchange simply because I love feeling powerless.  I don’t think further explanation is needed.

Day 14: How would you say real life BDSM/kink varies from fantasy BDSM/kink?  If you haven’t experienced real life BDSM/kink, how do you think it might differ?

In my world, fantasies tend to be pretty unrealistic and everything always goes smoothly.  That is definitely not the case in real life.

Day 15: Post a BDSM/kink activity you’re curious about and would like to try?

Sensory deprivation. Maybe.

Day 16: What are the most difficult aspects of having a sexuality that involves kink or BDSM for you personally?

The most difficult aspect for me is trying to remind myself that there is nothing wrong with me.

Day 17: What misconception about kinky people would you most like to clear up?

That submissive women are setting feminism back a million years.  I am submissive and a feminist.  It is my choice to make. It seems like the stereotypical submissive is typecast as unintelligent and weak.

Day 18: Any kinky/BDSM pet peeves? If so, what?

When people try to include oblivious strangers into their kink – example, I worked at Lane Bryant for two years while in college and we had SO many men calling in to ask inappropriate questions about panties and bras while they were clearly masturbating on the other end.  I had a few ask point-black what kind of panties I wore and whether I ever masturbated.  Obviously, we always hung up on those callers but we did not consent to being asked sexual questions and it made us feel disgusting and violated.

Sometimes I read blog posts about people doing things in front of strangers or asking them questions on purpose to get their sexual rocks off.  Maybe I’m in the minority, but I find that strange and because I have had that done to me before and can easily recognize it, it would make me extremely uncomfortable.

Doms that think all submissives must submit to them solely based on their status as a Dominant.  NOPE.  Also, Doms that have absolutely insane fantasies about locking women up in their basements and never letting them leave or see their family/friends/etc.  This door swings both ways though, believe it isn’t just Doms.

Anyone that shames another person for their preferred kinks or for not enjoying a certain kink.  I have taken SO much shit, as in told I am not a real submissive, for not being poly.  That gets old fast.  As I said under the first question, as long as you’re being safe and everything is consensual, it’s all good.  However, not everyone is obligated to enjoy your kink.  

Day 19: Any unexpected ways kink has improved your life? Is so, what are they?

Let me list a few:

I started this blog.

I met lots of interesting people.

I met Sir.

I have been learning to accept myself.

Day 20: Talk about something within kink/bdsm that you’re curious about or don’t understand.

There is a lot I don’t understand, but I won’t go into here because too many people get offended when you tell them you don’t understand something they enjoy, even when you’re truly just trying to get a better understanding.

 

 

In her mind

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I always used to tell potential Doms, ‘Dominate my mind first.’  Of course, they could not.  I never said that to Sir because it never seemed necessary.

I am his submissive and I am his slut.  He can treat me like a mindless fucktoy and use me in any manner that pleases him… but, after all is said and done, I do not feel weak or used up or mindless.  I just feel like I belong to him. And, I do.

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A sliver of hope

I am sorry that this is just a jumble of words… Collarspace might have finally paid off for me.  Months and months (years, really) of talking to Doms nowhere near what I was looking for or needed… maybe I struck gold.  It’s only been a few days and there is some distance involved, I cannot read the future, but I have high hopes and am very optimistic.

I met someone.  A Dom.  Which is highly interesting considering I had basically given up.  I think we have a lot in common though – both kinky and vanilla.  I enjoy talking to him, he actually listens to me.  He didn’t just start trying to be a Dom in the first message… we just talked.

And then he asked me to address him as Sir…

A little background before I go into my next tangent – I am picky about who I use titles, like Sir, with.  Like, REALLY picky.  I basically shoot down any Dom who asks, but it feels right to call him Sir.  It doesn’t feel forced, just feels right.

Last night though, the Dom did come out… though, I feel like there’s definitely more than what I experienced last night.  It felt like he was giving commands, but he really wasn’t… when I looked back on the conversation he was asking… not telling.  His words were more than enough to make me cum… felt sooooooo amazing.  It has been a long time since I’ve done anything like that.  The submissive in me is finally awakening.

I don’t know if it was the post-orgasm rush of hormones or what, but I just felt panicky… my heart was racing, I was shaking, and I felt like crying.  And I was honest with him about it.  Does anyone else get teary after orgasm, or is that just me!?  He said a lot of things that really resonated with me, helped quiet my anxiety and fear.  For the first time, out of all the Doms I have talked to in MONTHS,  I actually felt like he cared about me as a person and not just a piece of meat to fuck.  He didn’t seem frustrated at my panic and it made me feel better.

And, today, more orders outside my comfort zone.  Originally he had asked to find a place to cum at work but I work for a HUGE company and there is not one place (I don’t have an office, I have an open cube) that I could do that without getting caught… so it turned into cum somewhere between work and home.

I ended up in my apartment’s parking lot, by this point pretty damn turned on.  I don’t have toys (I really don’t) so.. pretty ferociously using my fingers.  In broad daylight, by the way.  It felt good though…

But, yes, I’m scared.  I’m terrified.  To put myself out there, allow myself to submit to him means that I am opening myself up to get hurt.  As I have mentioned so many times on this blog, I absolutely cannot be submissive without getting attached.  In this case, I got attached very quickly which is even more scary.  My gut instinct is telling me to go for it.  It’s okay to be cautious, it’s okay to feel a little afraid, but if I let me fear take over.. I am going to regret it.

I don’t know what’s going to happen… but I’m going to let this play out.