Wicked Wednesday

The Reality of Fantasy #WickedWednesday

This week's prompt for Wicked Wednesday is about the massive difference between the erotica written for a reader's pleasure and the reality of what actually happens. The prompt included a challenge to write the fantasy and then write the reality. I'm feeling lazy, so the fantasy is a scene from my new book The Adventures of Sir and Babygirl. The reality is some of what Daddy and I have both experienced in the bedroom together. 

Fantasy:

Sir knelt on the bed and wrapped his arms around Babygirl. Making nonsense sounds, he held her against his chest, rocking back and forth. Burying her face in his chest, Babygirl heaved great sobs, tears pouring from her. Sir stroked Babygirl’s hair and squeezed her tight against him.

After several minutes, Babygirl’s sobs turned to hiccups. She nuzzled Sir’s neck and mumbled, “Thank you, Sir.”

“Oh, you’re very welcome, Babygirl,” whispered Sir into her hair. “How are you feeling?”

“Mmmmm, relaxed, Sir, very relaxed.”

“Good. Now, get back into position. I’m not done with you yet.”

Sir let go of Babygirl and stood back up. Trembling, she rolled over onto her knees and back into position. She felt the sting from her spanking and the heat radiating off of her. A sense of peace washed over her as all negative emotions vanished.

Sir left her in position, moving across the room to disrobe. He wanted to feel Babygirl’s skin against his own. Walking up behind her, he admired his handiwork, a full handprint still visible on her pale flesh. He knew after such an emotional moment that Babygirl’s body was flooded with endorphins, even as her muscles completely relaxed. He wanted her to simply feel and not think for the rest of the evening.

The bed shifted when Sir knelt behind her. Babygirl gasped when she felt his teeth sink into the fleshy part of her ass. She began to squeal and squirm as he clamped down. Screaming in pain and desire, she thought she couldn’t bear the pain one more moment. Sir stopped abruptly, licked and sucking in the spot where moments before his teeth claimed her. Babygirl moaned as his tongue soothed her body.

“That’ll leave a mark.” He didn’t hide the satisfaction in his voice. “You’re mine, girl.”

“Yes, Sir,” Babygirl groaned into the blanket. Her mind was blissfully blank.

Sir’s hand stroked her ass and the backs of her thighs before moving to her pussy, swollen and damp. His fingers parted her lips as he pressed into her. She was soaked. He grinned to himself. How well he knew his little slut.

Gripping his fully erect cock in one hand, he leaned forward, rubbing the tip against Babygirl’s pussy. She began to moan and gyrate her hips against him, wordlessly begging for more. He gripped her hip with his free hand and pushed into her wet center.

Oh God, he loved the feeling of her warm core wrapped around him, squeezing. Slowly, Sir began to thrust in and out, his hands crushing her hips, sure to leave bruises. The wetter she became, the deeper he went, the more animalistic he felt. He began to pump into Babygirl harder and faster, spurred on as she cried out in pleasure.

Grunting and growling, he wrapped his hand in her long brown hair and pulled. Babygirl’s head snapped back as she screamed at the pain and pleasure of his hold. Sir reached around and gripped her left breast with his other hand, squeezing as hard as he could. He pulled Babygirl up, leaving causing her hips and back to arch. She screamed and cried out.

“Oh, God, oh GOD! Please fuck me. Fuck me! FUCK ME!!!”

“You like that, you little fucking slut?” growled Sir. He released Babygirl’s breast and wrapped his hand lightly around her throat, not to cut off her breath but to remind her to whom she belonged. Her breathing immediately changed, becoming shallower, as she melted against him. He felt her body change as she finally gave over complete control to him.

Spurred on by her submissiveness, Sir fucked her harder and faster. He felt his orgasm building deep within him. His balls tightened. He wanted Babygirl to climax with him.

“Touch your fucking pussy! Touch your clit!”

Babygirl’s hand reached down to find the swollen nub of flesh. The moment she touched herself, she cried out. Her body was on fire. She thought she would erupt at any moment. Her pussy was soaked, and her fingers flew around her clitoris, faster and faster, matching the speed of Sir’s thrusts.

Her cries became keening wails as she came closer to orgasm. Sir’s grip on her throat tightened until she had to choose between screaming or breathing. He could feel her pussy beginning to spasm around his shaft.

“Don’t you fucking cum, yet, slut,” Sir hissed into her ear. “Don’t stop, but don’t you fucking cum.”

His grip relaxed slightly, and Babygirl gulped great gasps of air. She began to shriek and squeal, terrified of climaxing without permission. Sir’s grip in her hair tightened until tears poured down her cheek. Her pussy was on fire with need and still he pumped in and out, faster and faster. Their bodies were slick with sweat.

“Cum, you fucking slut! Cum now!” Sir’s roar filled the room.

Just as her pussy tightened and gripped his cock, Sir let himself go. Hot jets of come shot from his body. His body went rigid at the force of his orgasm. He growled into her shoulder, his head falling from the exertion as she cried out in pleasure. He felt her squirt and gush, her hot juices running down her thighs and his.

Gasping for breath, Sir held her against him, his cock slowly softening inside of her. Babygirl squeezed his shaft gently, milking him. Each time, he felt her muscles tighten around him, he gasped quietly. He knew she enjoyed doing that to him. Finally, ready to take back control, he bit her shoulder, hard enough to make her cry out but not enough to leave a mark.

“Be still, girl,” he ordered. “Let me catch my breath.”

Babygirl giggled. “Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir. I needed that.”

“We both did, Babygirl. And you’re welcome.”

Without letting go of Babygirl, Sir removed himself from her hot, sticky center. Looking down at the bed, he saw the wet spot from his gushing girl and smiled to himself. He pulled them both down onto the bed, Babygirl’s back snuggled into his chest. He stroked her nipples, her arms, her stomach, anywhere his hands could reach.

“Ok, Babygirl, now tell me all about this no-good, rotten day you had.”

Reality or closer to it:

Sir knelt on the bed and wrapped his arms around Babygirl. Making nonsense sounds, he held her against his chest, rocking back and forth. Burying her face in his chest, Babygirl heaved great sobs, tears pouring from her. Sir stroked Babygirl’s hair and squeezed her tight against him.

After several minutes, Babygirl’s sobs turned to hiccups. She nuzzled Sir’s neck and mumbled, “Thank you, Sir.”

“Oh, you’re very welcome, Babygirl,” whispered Sir into her hair. “How are you feeling?”

“Mmmmm, relaxed, Sir, very relaxed. And my knees hurt like hell. Oowwwww!”

“Ok, roll over. Let’s rest your knees for a minute.”

Sir sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for Babygirl to indicate she felt a bit better. A moment later, he heard her breathing deepen as she dozed off, worn out from the spanking a few minutes before.

Sir left her on the bed and moved around the room, tidying their clothes.

HICCUP!

Babygirl’s eyes fluttered open and she giggled.

“You need to lay off the bottle, Sir.”

“I guess so.” Sir muffled an unexpected belch. “Excuse me!”

“How are you feeling, Babygirl?” Sir sounded as tired as Babygirl felt.

“Better, Sir. Would you like to lie down?”

“Gladly.”

The bed shifted when Sir lay down next to her. Sir pulled her into his arms and began kissing her neck. He  stopped abruptly as he got a mouthful of Babygirl’s hair. Spitting sounds filled the room for a moment.  “Sorry, Sir. I have a lot of hair.”

“Yes you do, Babygirl. I think I have some in my teeth.”

Babygirl giggled and tried to distract Sir by pushing her ass into his crotch. “Wiggle-wiggle, Sir.”

“Are you teasing me, Babygirl?” He was clearly amused and couldn’t hide his growing erection.

“Sure am!”

Sir’s hand stroked her ass and the backs of her thighs before moving to her pussy, swollen and damp. His fingers parted her lips as he pressed into her. She was soaked. He grinned to himself.

“Ouch!” He’d accidentally leaned on her hair, yanking her head back, unintentionally.

“Oops, my bad, Babygirl.” They shuffled and switched positions while Babygirl moved her hair out of the way.

Gripping his fully erect cock in one hand, he leaned forward, rubbing the tip against Babygirl’s pussy. She began to moan and gyrate her hips against him, wordlessly begging for more. He gripped her hip with his free hand and pushed into her wet center.

Oh God, he loved the feeling of her warm core wrapped around him, squeezing. Slowly, Sir began to thrust in and out, his hands crushing her hips, sure to leave bruises. The wetter she became, the deeper he went, the more animalistic he felt. He began to pump into Babygirl harder and faster, spurred on as she cried out in pleasure.

PFFFT!

As Sir continued to thrust, more air escaped from Babygirl’s body. She blushed and tried to ignore the obvious pussy farts.

PFFT! PFFFFFFT!

Sir grinned to himself as Babygirl became quieter and quieter. Her muscles clenched around his cock in an effort to stop the noise.

Grunting and growling, he wrapped his hand in her long brown hair and pulled. Babygirl’s head snapped back as she screamed at the pain and pleasure of his hold. Sir reached around and gripped her left breast with his other hand, squeezing as hard as he could. He pulled Babygirl up, leaving causing her hips and back to arch. She screamed and cried out.

“Oh, God, oh GOD! Please fuck me. Fuck me! FUCK ME!!!”

“You like that, you little fucking slut?” growled Sir. He released Babygirl’s breast and wrapped his hand around her throat.  Babygirl panicked slightly, afraid for a moment she wouldn’t be able to breathe. Her eyes became wide and she considered yelling, “Red” when Sir, sensing her panic lightened his grip.

“Touch your fucking pussy! Touch your clit!”

Babygirl’s hand reached down to find the swollen nub of flesh. The moment she touched herself, she cried out, orgasming within seconds, unable to ask for permission.

Moments later, Sir yelled obscenities at Babygirl as he climaxed deep inside of her.

Gasping for breath, Sir held her against him, his cock slowly softening inside of her. Babygirl squeezed his shaft gently, milking him. Each time, he felt her muscles tighten around him, he gasped quietly. He knew she enjoyed doing that to him.

Babygirl giggled. “Thank you, Sir. I needed that.”

“We both did, Babygirl. And you’re welcome.”

As he slipped out of her, they both heard a quiet pffffffffft.

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Kayla Lords

I am an erotic author, sex blogger, podcaster, freelance writer, and an opinionated marketer. I’m also a masochistic babygirl submissive with an amazing and sadistic Daddy Dom. Welcome to my kinky corner of the internet!

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