Plan for a new Blog: Mr. Muscles rescues me from danger, punishes me and fucks me to oblivion

How Powerfully interesting Characters in TV Shows Fascinate me

I watched a TV show recently, that I thought I wouldn’t enjoy at all, but it turned out to tickle my interest much more than I imagined it could have.

Sometimes, when we’re in between shows, we’ll try the first episode of this or that and not enjoy it very much, then persevere, and the show turns out to be genius. This did not happen with this show, at least for us, but it was enjoyable.

One of the main characters in the show is a big man, a very big, huge man. His character builds as the show progresses.

The character began to fascinate me, he is ultimately protective and seems invincible. Out of protectiveness, he throws himself into the fray without hesitation, over and over. His huge frame takes a punishment, but still he keeps going, despite his injuries. He’ll do anything to protect his people. Brings Boromir’s death scene in those Lord of the Rings movies to my mind.

Mr Muscles: The caring Dom

This morning, I said to my man I’d like to write a fantasy about the fascination I have with his protectiveness and his strength, his driving need to keep fighting. Then I realised I have actually touched on the idea in fantasy before; the shower-room wanking fantasy, covered in cum. The guy who I originally wrote about in the over the knee punishment scene in the gym, we call him Mr Muscles, makes an appearance, and he takes exactly that role.

Because he’d bent me over his knee and owned the punishment of my ass in fantasy one time before, he was possessive of, but also caring of me in the shower room. He was the only bloke in this whole fantasy who showed any concern for me as an individual, for my well-being, the only one who asked me if I was alright.

I confused him into a rage, by wanting this depraved thing he considered totally disgusting to be happening to me, by him not being able to honour the need he had to protect me from the others, by his feelings of possessiveness, and his pure alpha reaction to them disrespecting me, his property, in that base way.

He HATED the other guys being there, hated them marking me with their cum. He so very much wanted to fight them, but he didn’t, because he knew I WANTED it.

He was completely irate after watching ten of them paint my body with their spunk, while I had him deep in my mouth. He broke me free, cleaned me up, roughly fucked my mouth again, his anger drowning his pleasure.

But then he made a decision that pleased him. I’d brought it on myself, I’d made him angry, and so I had to be punished by him, again. But this time, because he had decreed it.

Uhh, that fantasy was so hot to write, I can’t begin to tell you what it did to me, I know when I record it, that I’m going to have to take a “break” at some point. It happened once already when recording; I got so horny, I confess, I was touching myself while recording. I lost the ability to control my voice and had to grab my wand. And I was mind-blown, by how much easier it was to record again after I’d blown my mind heh.

I’d love to really explore this possessive, protective character more. This huge, crazily powerful, muscular person who feels like they own me, and they need to protect me at all costs. This person who I drive to distraction with my risk-taking. How to do it though. It’s going to need some thought.

The Sexiness of Good Acting

I’m a bit of a sucker for people in film at times. It’s not the actor, I am absolutely not a fan of anyone. It’s rather the character they play, and I do totally understand that it’s just personal preference. I’d like to share a couple of my “holy shit, that’s so sexy” characters with you.

Have you seen Grey’s Anatomy? There’s this character, Kai Bartley. That person oozes such sex appeal, owns every scene they are in. I’m actually right there with Amelia Shephard, swooning and grinning like an idiot every time they do their intense look. Uhh.

Then there’s Eve and Villanelle in Killing Eve. We watched the first episode, and this was one of those shows where we didn’t think much of it, but we persevered and discovered it was exactly our thing. Pure genius.

The relationship between those two characters, the power dynamic and how it changed over time, it was one of the hottest things I’ve seen on television. There was sexual tension dripping from every scene when they were together. It fired me up, in the same way decently made porn can do.

Speaking of Which: my favourite Porn Flick

So yeah, I’ve mentioned it before, I do like the Golden Age. There’s a lot of tongue in cheek fun in them. I like the rawness, the realness of the bodies and the fact that things aren’t choreographed to the nth degree.

But some of the best porn I’ve personally seen was made by women.

There is one in particular that really touched me emotionally. It’s produced by Erika Lust and is called “Feminist and Submissive”. And it’s the most beautiful piece of porn I have ever seen.

I cannot rate this film highly enough. Lina Bembe and Owen Grey *swoon* are absolutely incredible in it. It’s pure liquid gold natural passion. She cries as part of her sexual release and he is so damned attentive to her, he’s so in tune with her needs, and her raw emotional state. His pure joy in the pleasure she takes from being his submissive, and the pleasure he’s giving her, it’s just crazy hot and so beautiful to see.

There’s also a bonus, there’s a round-table discussion at the end, made by women in the industry, on being a feminist and a submissive, and that’s so interesting.

I’d absolutely recommend this to anyone who enjoys BDSM or anyone who is curious about it. Actually, I’d recommend this film to anyone who enjoys good porn, even if BDSM isn’t particularly your cup of tea.

Mr. Muscles – A New Fantasy

I’m rambling on tangents. But they do make sense in my mind.

The question is: how I can write a somewhat believable fantasy about a big guy who wants to protect me, but also wants to fuck the living daylights out of me. And wants to punish me for some insolence on my part, even if it’s only for getting myself into danger in the first place.

I don’t like the idea very much, of putting myself in true danger, even in fantasy, and that’s the troubling bit. I don’t want my reaction to the danger I’m in to be some screaming princess type either. I want my character to be the strong feminist I am, perhaps a little bratty, but also ultimately submissive to him.

I’ll have to think about this, because I really want to write it. The very thought of it makes me so horny, I swear, I’m sitting at my kitchen table writing this and my clit is hard, knickers wet and I’m gonna have to sign off now and get busy with my toys.