Make Me**

“Make me”

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Those two little words, said by me, are what send him over the edge. I become a challenge. A dare.

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Something to conquer.

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In the real world I am stubborn and independant. My mother says that I would argue with God and piss off the Pope. I have been called a pain in the ass numerous times.

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In the real world if you ordered me to do something you would be given a look that very clearly implies go to hell.

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In the real world I am smart and bossy, and in charge of countless men, women and children all day, every day.

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In the real world I am opinionated, controlling, and always in the lead.

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Which is why the words “make me” fall so easily from my mouth. And why he is so easily inspired to do just that. To make me bend and submit. To make me his. To make me give in.

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It makes the conquest so much sweeter.

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He tells me there is victory in being able to dominate a strong woman.

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I tell him to go to hell.

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And he takes me to heaven.

**This post is actually written by a kindred spirit Pocket Secrets, her link is in my blogroll. Check it out.

The Lion, The Wench, and The Wardrobe (2)

Your thumb moves faster, and faster, and my orgasm builds and builds until I can’t take it anymore and I release in a white hot flash of pleasure, and a blaring scream bursts from my lips.

I collapse against you and state again,

‘We’re going to get caught’

I start to recover from my mind blowing orgasm and slip to my knees so that I am face to face with your rock hard cock. I unbuckle your jeans and let them slide down to your knees, then I ever so slowly peel the elastic of your boxers away from you and pull them down towards your jeans, freeing your tumescent dick. I take it in both hands and begin to massage the head with my thumbs and then I move down your shaft, massaging up and down the underside. You put your head down and brace your hands against the wall of the closet.

Slowly and gently I run my tongue from the underside of the base of your shaft towards the head, where I flick my tongue over you, inciting little moans from you above me. I take just your head into my mouth and continue to massage along your shaft. Then I take you in deeper, and roll my tongue about you, moving with my mouth back along the shaft of your cock towards the head, I take one hand slightly run my fingernails over the thin skin of your inner thigh. My mouth has reached the head of your cock and again I take you in deeper, just deeper than the time before, I do this over and over until your hips start to rock towards me in rhythm with my mouth bobbing up and down your shaft. Finally, I move back to the head and increase suction to the point the you take one hand and roughly grab a fistful of my dark brunette hair.

I can feel your cock harden even more and I know that you’re about to cum. I take you as deep as I can into my throat and I can feel you seed explode against the back of my throat. I swallow and languidly make my way back your cock’s head, I hold your shaft with one hand while I clean off your head with my soft, supple tongue and look up at you.

A smile plays across my lips as I say,

‘It’s just like the children’s book’

You give me a quizzical stare and I state,

‘The Lion, The Wench, and The Wardrobe.’

XOXO

The Phoenix