Minx The Sphinx's Boudoir

[monique_minx]

I look around again

"Very Gorean"

"And very much enjoying today's outfit."

I add with a wink and a wicked grin.

"By the way, call me Miss or Pen, I don't mind either"

I smile in return, blushing just a little, "Thanks Pen." I pick that one for now, "I thought I might make a liar out of myself, dressing as such a pretty little...pure thing." I giggle.

"I've always had a thing for objects that just aren't as they...appear." I grin, "Feel free to help yourself to anything in here, if you can't find what you're looking for then the Sphinx will happily assist you..."

((Thanks AMC! ))

 

[silvastormcloud]

Hey Moni,

Thought you might need this incase you haven't already sand bagged the boudoir. But in all seriousness i hope your ok up there

Silva

 

[monique_minx]

*Giggles*

Thanks Silva but water I'm safe from, the clean up? Not so much but until the water recedes in my area, I'm stuck without passage to the city which is frustrating cause my dad needs to go back to the hospital >.<

Getting there though.

 

[Ausus_girl13]

Saunters in like I own the place, sets a sign on the end of the bed. I grab my laptop and curl up on the chaise- maybe someone will come and entertain me- maybe not. But it's going to be a while.

Sign reads...
Oi Cunt! Where the hell have you been?! And when are you coming back?

 

[monique_minx]

"Right now, bitch!" I giggle and rip her little sign down, shaking my head, "Fuck, she's crazy!"

I reenter my Boudoir, it's time for its revival, "Clean it up little Sphinx!"

The dust vanishes and my Boudoir resets itself. All ready for use again.

I go to my closet and dress hurriedly, expecting company any moment...

"I wanna knock your socks off..." I grin.

 

[Light Ice]

I get no small kick out of her preparations for us. She, a devious thing, plays the game with all the enthusiasm of a child. There's no spiting her for it, no offense to be taken. Even as I enter, shoes left on the mat outside, shirt already dragged from my torso and deposited on the floor, I am left to consider just how ably she's come to tend my needs.

It is, after all, what I pay her for.

"I'd thought even in the world's oldest profession, girl, there was something to be said for not bringing your work home with you."

I am humored by her decision to have us meet here. Humored, though it seldom expresses itself in the ways that most will understand. I am a hard man. Impossibly, terribly, and ferociously hard. There is merit to the insults thrown at me outside. A caveman. A brute. Arrogant. To deny it would be to deny that part of myself to which I am most proud, to which I most identify with. Every world needs its villain. It's alright that they've made me into theirs.

They wouldn't understand my principles if they attempted to.

Here, though, she's accepted me for those limitations. The Minx has learned not to expect me to be sweet. She's learned that I am seldom, if ever, nice. I suppose that's why I come to her so frequently when my mood strikes. I suppose that's why, when I reach for her, I do not mind complimenting her on just how stunning she looks.

"Good choice." I say. I've never been much for words but she understands, understands what I mean.

Even as my rugged arm coils around her slender hips, even as I pull her to stand in the circle of my arm while the other lifts and cradles her cheek. She is silk and soft against me, warm against the chill of the room. It'll all be settled soon. It'll smell of us and the friction of our act will heat this place until we are sweat slicked and satisfied.

It all starts with a kiss and as I take her lips with mine, I wonder, just how badly does she want to please me tonight?

 

[monique_minx]

I shut the closet doors just as he enters and smirk just a little when he speaks.

"I'd thought even in the world's oldest profession, girl, there was something to be said for not bringing your work home with you."

"Then I would never come home...would I?" I go from smirk to outright grin as I make my way across the room to his side, trying very hard to keep my eyes on his face...somehow, they continue drifting down to his pectorals and beyond. I'm blinking more than I should.

"Good choice."

"Scant works best. I can almost...smell your moods when you call me now. It saves you ripping something." I lick my lips salaciously as his arm curls around the curve of my hip, "Next time..." My voice drops to a whisper, "You can leave the shirt at home."

As his lips lower to mine, I find a fiery hunger warring deep within me that unleashes upon his mouth the moment it is upon mine. I have no shirt to grab but my hands indent upon his shoulder blades in a passion I'd not possessed at the beginning of our last encounter. I wonder if he can sense that need within me just yet? How obvious am I?

 

[Light Ice]

Obvious.

I like that. In my world there is little room for subtleties. She's kept the place dimly lit, the way I like it. The flicker of a candle straining to push the darkness away, casting the futile flicker of its light across us both. Behind the girl our shadows play on the wall, tangled together, a seductive shape that I have come to memorize in the time we've spent together.

My free hand slips down, along her bare shoulder, a touch that glides across creamy skin without apology. Her breast bound in the cup of her bra, then warmed by my hand molding to it, heaving with her breath against my rough palm and the fingers that curl across it. Ferocity, it can be this way sometimes. It nearly always is what comes of us. I am aware of her tongue slashing across my thin lips, finding my own. The heat of her breath, its sweetness, on my mouth as our breathes turns ragged together.

It takes two strides to press her to the bed and our momentum, my weight, is enough to carry her back until she falls with me atop her. There is a lewd and potent sexuality in the way her legs curl instinctively around me, heels digging into the muscled flanks of my ass to keep us close, my hard prick outlined in my boxers with lewd clarity. So ferociously hard, so wanton already, that my breath takes my words as the pale glint of my eyes finds hers.

Pure filth. We need it.

"I pray you're wet for me, slut."

For her sake.

Because my hand dips between us, the back of my rough knuckles brushing across the creamy softness of her belly, pressing my pants and boxers down until the massive length of my prick sways out. There is a severity in my hardness, a deadly potency in the plump crown, beads of pre-jizz already dripping from the spongy slit and falling in hot droplets across her belly.

I push her panties aside. She does not retreat. She does not disappoint.

The first thrust is hard, sudden, my strength and the hardness of my cock enough to split her tight little lips and leave her pouty petals grasping at my hot shaft. I fill her, balls deep, and leave her kitty stretching around me. I fill her, until my prick rests against the core of her sex and can go no further.

I fill her.

Because I need this tonight.

 

[monique_minx]

We're like some pornographic display, art in motion as he takes those steps that usher me backwards; my legs obey mindlessly. I'm not thinking with my brain anymore. See, as much as a man can think with his dick - a woman such as myself can think with my clit. And it is ever so noisy tonight.

My legs wrap him and make the shadows on the wall shift so that we seem like some sexually silhouetted fuck sandwich. It looks so dirty. I love it. All the while my mouth still seeks his hungrily, I need to breathe but ignore it in favour of listening to the passionate, wanton and needy whore within.

He finds the break he needs to take back his tongue and my mouth nearly follows, silently groaning about what it has been denied.

"I pray you're wet for me, slut."

I can hear his breathing, hard and heavy as he speaks. I can hear my own...fuck, I had needed air. I wriggle beneath him, no vocals are needed for this...he should know better by now.

I lick my lips and my breath catches as his prick comes into view, it's shadowed by the surrounding candle light but I can see just how swollen it is. He must want this as much as I do. The tight fabric of my panties obey his hand swiftly and I swallow back my impatience, watching him. It's quick but in this moment everything seems so slow.

When finally he does enter me, it moves so fast, incredibly fast. My mouth widens into an 'O' and I'm almost winded by the power of his thrust. I arch up, lifting my hips to his, my pelvis grinding against his pelvis as he sinks as far as he possibly can. My knuckles turn a shade of pale as they grip the sheets tightly, entwining themselves as though I would die if they released the linen.

A sexually silhouetted fuck sandwich. Indeed.

 

[Light Ice]

This is not an evening of grace. There is no elegance here. The room's chill is already being shed, stripped back as I rip my hips back and watch as my cock shudders its way from the tight embrace of her soaked little kitty. Naughty girl. Drenched. Willing. My hands drop to her hips and tighten down, feel the slender arches and soft skin beneath my rough fingers. It will bruise her. I doubt she minds. It is my strength she seems to appreciate now, the way I lift her lissome little self so that the sinuous muscles stretching up my arms take the burden of her body from the bed. I help her arch back into me. I pull her up as my hips stroke roughly down, our bodies colliding in the dark with the wet, wanton slap of flesh on flesh.

My dick makes lewd sounds as it saws inside her, nasty filthy sounds that tear at what little restraint remains in me. She could not have known just what possesses me tonight, similar as her own demons may be. It is a question of what lays different within us. Man and woman. Slut and stud. There is no shame in the lusty way that I take to battering her body with my own, pounding the unyielding hardness of my dick into the molten silk of her cunt.

"Get that fucking bra off..." The words rip from my chest, husky, ragged. A harsh command. I need to see her perfect little tits heave, see those hard nipples in the glow of the candles. I want to see her lean shoulders without straps on them. I want to see her slender ribs without fabric binding them.

Fuck, she takes me. She does not complain even though it seems likely that I am hurting her. She takes pain and pleasure from me. Gives me what I need in return. It is one of many little transactions we are making tonight, that we make constantly. Give. And take. The most primitive forms of commerce. Call me a venture fucking capitalist.

But she owes me. I am a notoriously difficult man to sate. Her absence, regardless its reason, denied me an outlet that would have been of use. The penalty I intend her to pay will cost me as well but the Sinful Vixen loves the color of my money and I am quite certain she will give more to me than she realizes.

The next rock of my hips brings my mighty prick to abandon her entirely, leaves it for a moment to sway lewdly over the panty-clad swell of her mound. It drips our wetness, makes her fabrics dampen further, before my hand takes it and guides it back.

It is not her sweet little cunt that I claim. The head of that thick dick nudges between the cheeks of her ass and I watch as her pussy clenches above it.

"Filthy little whore." A compliment.

Paid and received even as I put my weight behind my cock and the plump crown begins to spread the tight star of her ass. Merciless, my want is too strong to handle her like a virgin. I press until it yields, and then spreads, and watch as the mighty length of my flesh begins to invade her tight little tunnel. She is a hot vice around me, a shuddering puddle of girl flesh.

It takes only a second or two before I am to the hilt in her, taking what I've never taken from her before. It is only a blink before I am beginning to stroke deep inside her, leaving her with that stretched, full feeling of a cock sawing its way into her tightest depths.

 

[monique_minx]

I love to watch his muscles ripple, tense, as they lift me from the bed. Though I can feel his fingers forcing the skin of my hips to strain, round red marks are forming, no doubt. Though I can feel it, pain, I embrace it. It only makes the sex sweeter. My breathing becomes heavy to incorporate it but then stays that way as I become more vocal. Softer moans become louder. Then become something else; raspy, ragged, animal almost. His biceps are taut, powerful, masculine and my eyes rake them without shame.

My cunt clenches down on his prick as it rips another thrust through, forcing a cry of ecstasy from my moist pink lips. His restraint is not there tonight. Good.

"Get that fucking bra off..."

The slight lift of my upper body pushes my lower lips further down on my impaler and I issue another cry as my arms slide up and under. I fumble hurriedly with the clasp, not wishing to waste any time on it and the fabric becomes loose; signalling my triumph. My arms come up and hands brush the pink straps down, wriggling my way out of it and then tossing it aside. My breasts jiggle as they're freed, lolling about on my chest like jelly. My dusky pink nipples are hard as rocks, displaying my own sexual state.

Then, he pulls free! I groan and writhe in displeasure beneath him, unable to ignore the spreading wetness that soaks my sheer pink panties. I lift my neck to watch as he guides that wonderful prick back beneath my panties and I hold my breath; my gushing cunt wanton and ready to grip him tightly.

But that's not his target at all. I'm holding my breath for an entirely different reason now.

"Filthy little whore."

I nod once, it's almost like encouragement for me at the moment and I release the breath I've been holding. I lay my head down again and start to breath; forcing my body into a state of relaxation; starting with my little ring.

It still makes me cry out as he pushes past the last of my resistance and the head of his beautiful prick pops in. But not nearly as loudly as it once did. It's a raw, slightly burning sensation that quickly fades and I allow myself to be as loud as I need to in order to become accustomed to him.

As he starts to fuck my ass, I moan and cry and groan as loud as I need. It's always the first few thrusts that seem to be the most uncomfortable before I can truly enjoy it. My legs shake and spread wider, toes pointed in the air and as I look at the change in the shadows; a new thought pops into my head that makes my insides grin like a schoolgirl. A fuck puppet profile.

 

[Light Ice]

I love the girlish spread of her thighs, the way her knees take that graceful bend and her little toes point towards the heavens in delicious tension. My prick saws its way within her tight depths, buries itself to the hilt and withdraws again, claiming the hot grip of her body with a building rhythm. The struggle it becomes to breath consumes me, ragged panting, the feral sounds of pleasure ripping through me as I take her, roughly, atop the coverlet of her bed.

Soft tits heave with her cries, sway prettily in the dim light, creamy skin with tight peaks that attract me as my rugged body bows until the weight of our act. My teeth find them first, pinching sharply down, tugging on their long, hard tips until she is a shaking, whimpering mess against me. I love the tremors that arch through her. My words spoken before my tongue lashes to soothe the tormented nipples that brush against my cheeks as I fuck her.

"Two fingers in your kitty, girl. I want to see how hard you cum; and how fast."

It's dangerous to give the Minx permission for these things, to let the vixen coiled up inside her have that much room to play. The raw sexuality harbored inside of her lissome little frame commands an attention far greater than you'd suspect, far greater than some would be truly willing. But the truth is that we are both primitive creatures. We both have needs to sate. My hips rock back and drive forward, shaking her entire body amidst the hot clap of our bodies meeting, because I fuck her roughly. Savagely. I fuck her to hurt her and to please her all at once, to take from her what she so willingly gives.

I fuck her, my strong hands tight on her softly rounded hips. Her body arching wildly under the rough collisions we make. It is this moment that reaches up and overwhelms me. It tears away my restraints. The filth that pours from my mouth finds the shell of her ear as I loom over her, words a dark, husky rumble meant to travel through her.

"Pretty little slut loves getting stuffed in her tight ass with this big, hard, slut-making dick. Doesn't she? Makes her cream her pretty panties to get fucked like a whore, treated like a whore? I bet she wants all the nasty hot jizz inside that dick, doesn't she?"

Filthy words.

And I am deadly serious.

 

[monique_minx]

He bows to me, to my body, to grip a hard dusky nipple between two ivory teeth. He has me arching and crying out at first but before too long I am nothing but a trembling wreck making the barest of sounds against him. Longing, craving something as much as I have ever craved it in my life. I need it. I shudder as his tongue soothes the dents it has created, my knuckles are starting to hurt but it's as if I need the balance now. It's like walking on a tightrope and the grip of the sheets is my safety net.

"Two fingers in your kitty, girl. I want to see how hard you cum; and how fast."

I don't even think. It's what I've been dying to hear. My index and middle finger plunge into my depths, my thumb circling my clit with little patience before it attacks it like a hungry lion would a zebra. His hips thunder against mine, clashing like two tonne trucks, my own pelvis lifting to meet his in my inordinate demand. I have a requirement in the bedroom that has no name, there's not been an adjective invented to describe my insatiable lust. It takes a man of great stamina and creativity to keep up with that; perhaps that's why I take to LI as a leopard to its stripes. It's also why only a predatory cat can be an adequate example for me.

My cunt is soaked and the juices pour down my lithe, tensed thighs and over his hard prick still impaled in my ass. Sawing in and out without apology, without regret, lust would be our sin. Certainly. His mouth is hot against my ear as he whispers filth, raw, heated...fuck me.

"Pretty little slut loves getting stuffed in her tight ass with this big, hard, slut-making dick. Doesn't she? Makes her cream her pretty panties to get fucked like a whore, treated like a whore? I bet she wants all the nasty hot jizz inside that dick, doesn't she?"

I'd almost forgotten my voice, I tend to get much more vocal when I'm excited these days...but he's quick to get through the haze and into my nasty mind with those words.

"Uhhh! Fuck yessss!" My fingers make another plunge and twist vigorously inside my warm, wet depths which cause me to cry out and clench. I'm so close now.

"Fuck! Oh god, oh god, oh god! Fuck my ass! Please, fuck me hard!! Uhhh!"

Another twist of my fingers and I am blown to kingdom come, writhing and bucking, screaming like a wild animal. Sparks flying in all directions like a jet engine come to life. I just flicked my own ignition switch. My breasts bounce like jelly barely contained and I arch my spine so far it may well crack in two. Ecstasy. Perfection.

 

[Light Ice]

We ride sensations, bolts of pleasure arcing through us, bound as we are by the hot flesh I've buried deeply in the tight grip of her little ass. The vision is a wholly lewd one, not for the sheep of heart. The gorgeous stretch of her body under my hands arched dramatically, her breasts thrust out, proud in their youth. Nipples tight. Pink. Hard. I can see the feminine bow in her neck, the rough way her climax takes hold of her face and contorts those elegant features in a carnal grimace.

Fair skin, slick with sweat, passes under my hands while her hips begin to tremble. To buck.

She cums hard. I feel it. The clamping down of her body as she loses grip on its actions, as pleasure dictates its cadence against mine, as it tightens furiously in some futile act to keep me still. I fuck her harder in reply, pound her right through that climax and into another. I keep her on that high, purposefully, because I am so fucking close and she feels so fucking good.

I pull from her tight sheath, from the incredible hot of her body, because it is my time now. The heaviness of my balls drawn tight, my prick twitching hotly. The muscles of my stomach clamp down, twist in a knot, and all it takes for the last cord of my control to snap is the vision of her quaking underneath me.

My prick is so impossibly hard. I do not have to touch it. It flexes and I feel it, churning inside me, before abruptly I begin pouring myself over her. The jets are hot and thick, molten ropes that arch out to hang briefly in the candle-lit air before falling and painting her body.

A thick strand strikes her chin and splashes across her cheek. Another paints her throat in a thick line running down between her full breasts. I splash both of her breasts, her belly, and finally trail my seed in a hot mess across her soaked cunt, the fingers buried inside them, and even the tight star of her ass.

I sit back on my heels, corded thighs bunched, breath ragged. Watching her with dusky eyes. The dark hints of a smile never quite reaching my thin lips.

 

[monique_minx]

I pass from that orgasm into what I think is another but I can't even hear my own screams any longer. Can't feel the pounding except for that of my own blood pumping loudly in my ears. Can't make sense of the sexual vibrations between us, my legs are taut and encircling him like twin snakes, ensnaring a victim.

I only feel him pull from my ass because of the difference, the feeling, it's like something in my brain tells me so. But I struggle to breathe and my eyes are shut tight as I try to cope with the throbbing aftershocks of my second orgasm; it came so fast, so intensely. I'm gasping for air when I feel the warmth strike my chin like a snake that has bitten me.

More splashes over my cheek and my eyes slowly open, a haze of confusion hidden by a dusting of lust and satisfaction as I feel another stream run down my throat and between my pert, sweat coated breasts. He manages to coat at least 75% of my body in his seed, I could careless. It's almost a badge of honour to me...but it means a little longer in the shower.

I finally regain my breath and proper sight, everything is a little strange still but I get my total consciousness back. I slowly rise up and prop myself up on my elbows so I can look at him.

"Fucking extraordinary!" I giggle softly.

 

[Light Ice]

Girlish. Soft. Her giggle is a stark contrast to the intensity that had taken us.

I am still hard. My prick drips thick pearls of seed onto her belly, a drizzle that slowly joins into a hot, growing pool. Beneath me, she lays painted, an erotic collection of gentle curves and splashes of my cum that cling stubbornly to the places where they landed.

I manage a thin smile. My attention drawn from her gorgeous shape to the room, taking it in as though seeing it for the first time.

"You need a shower."

 

[monique_minx]

"You need a shower."

I shake my head breathlessly, he's never been one to mix words, just straight to the point.

"Most definitely. You've painted me like a geisha doll here!" I grin, one of those snarky girl grins.

I reach for a small hand towel, a clean one that I keep in my bedside drawers for just this reason. I towel off the excess but I'll be as sticky as glue now if I don't shower.

"Does that mean you wish to join me or do you have things to do?" I toss the towel to the hamper, missing by several inches and shrugging - I'll fix that later.

 

[monique_minx]

*Bumps the dust off the Boudoir so that I might find it later at a more appropriate time for me....and hopefully headache free! Growls*

 

[Miss_Vivi]

Am feeling a little archaic, so I find this thread, clean it off and take up my usual spot in the chaise.

Silly Minx now has all those boys to attend to....

 

[Miss_Vivi]

For those of you who have been wondering, Minxy updated her page on another site and she and the twins are doing great. They're boys and about 4 months old.

Which is pretty rad.
And this made me happy, so I thought I'd let you all know too!

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

That's fantastic to hear. I miss the hell out of her.

 

[Britwitch]

Awwww...

Send her our love Vi. Let her know we've been thinking of her!

 

[monique_minx]

Or you can just send your love personally Brit

Sorry I haven't been around guys but as Viv said; I have all these boys to take care of now! Lol!

If you'd like an update, my babies are doing beautifully! Their names are Logan James and Nicholai Xavier and in the attached photo Nicholai is asleep and Logan is the one poking his tongue out at everyone! We did this for charity, premmie twins are special and need our help so my boys are going to appear in a local calendar!

My boys were born on October 2nd, 2012. Logan is older by two minutes; born at 1:45pm and weighing 5lbs 6oz, Nicholai is younger; born at 1:47pm and weighed 5lbs 5oz. My tiny babies were perfectly healthy and avoided any time in the NICU which is unusual for twins! I had a C section - they hurt like fuck! Especially when they forget to give you painkillers when they get you out of bed the next day for a shower! I had to learn to man up and breathed like I was getting my ass skinned (quite literally) with a cane cause it felt like someone sawed me in half! Oh and yeah, the 'Oopsies' from the nurses afterwards didn't quite cover it!

I have very full days at the moment, they're good boys but can be quite the handful even on their good days, don't even get me started on their bad days!
I was a walking zombie for the first two months of their lives!!

I hope you guys will all understand why my hiatus has been so long!

Also in other news, James and I are soon to be engaged! He is paying off the ring and will surprise me at some point with his proposal! I'm a happy woman!

Not all my news is so great, we recently (over the weekend) got smashed again by floods and tornadoes all up and down the coast of our state - oh joy...i feel deja-vu coming on! And sadly, my mother passed away on the 4th of January, her disease (Motor Neurone Disease) finally took her from us and all the pain she was in. At least she got to meet her grandchildren, I say grandchildren because I wasn't the only one to have kids in my family last year (although of my siblings I was first!), my sister Charlotte gave birth to her gorgeous little girl on December 19th, I was a birthing partner and my niece's name is Lily Jayne

And now these are my beautiful babies! Nicholai sleeping and Logan...well...licking a lot lol! He pulls a lot of funny faces in photos! (Logan is pronounced: Low-Gan and Nicholai is pronounced: Nik-o-lie by the way)

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

It's like V summoned you out of the ether!


But those are some ridiculously adorable babies. Congratulations!

 

[monique_minx]

It's like V summoned you out of the ether!


But those are some ridiculously adorable babies. Congratulations!

She does have some kind of power over me that woman
And thank you very much!

Couldn't very well ignore the little email pop up on my phone that told me she was haunting my bedroom now could I?