Wednesday, October 26, 2016


Every time we went out, after a couple of drinks my husband would say, “Do you think he is hung?”
This question evolved from a game we always played.  Looking around the room I would say to him, “Ok, pick one woman for you to fuck.  You have to pick one!”  This happened in all sorts of places, waiting in the dentist’s office, in the DMV line, even in the emergency room.  He always picked his type, a curvy woman with experience, like me.  I always picked a guy whom would turn him on the most. I knew my man. I picked a burly manly man.  He would perk up and we would start talking about how much cum I would be covered with, which holes he would fuck and in what order and whether or not the guy would invite his friends along.  My husband loved to hear about me being a slut for cock. 

One day he brought home a big thick dildo and soon after every time we had sex that dildo, affectionately known as Frank, became our second guy.  I was spit-roasted by Frank and double penetrated by Frank.  I learned to beg for Frank and gag on Frank.  I even squirted all over Frank.  I have to be honest though, I loved these games. It wasn’t just for my husband that I played along.  I needed Frank to be part of our fucking, he made everything hotter for me. Plus big ole thick Frank hit me inside just where I needed to be hit, and over and over and he never softened.  As the garage door would close and my husband would drive off to work I was opening my nightstand drawer and pulling out Frank.  This became a daily ritual and as I would fuck myself hard I began thinking about how good a thick, hot, pulsating real cock would feel.  Truth is, I was the slut for cock my husband fantasized about. 

My dreams started to come true the day I set up a profile on a “strictly hook ups” dating site.  It turned out that there were plenty of manly men would wanted to give a curvy mature woman the cock she needed.  The challenge was to find one that reminded me of Frank.  The good thing was these guys were not shy and my inbox was quickly filled with photos and video clips of guys dicks. One day I received the email that I needed.  This guy was an ex-jock who coached part time.  He was a competitive power lifter.  He had a big beard and his powerful arms were covered with colorful tattoos.  But most importantly he sent a video of his decorated arm slowly stroking a heavy, lengthy thickly veined cock with fat hairless balls.  That cock became my obsession.  I ran late to work every day because I found it hard to stop watching that video and masturbating. I soon started returning the favor and sending the guy videos of myself, legs spread and pounding my pussy with my replica.  Then we started skyping together. He was in his pickup truck, parked and stroking while watching me suck and fuck his doppelganger.  I was so inflamed by the thought of his cock that I started becoming careless, before the garage door even closed I was making the skype call.  I was fingering myself on cam in my car during my lunch breaks, I even called in sick work on multiple occasions because making myself come four, five and sometimes as much as eight times in a day takes time. 

One day everything changed though.  I was in the throes of my first orgasm, loudly crying out while staring intently at my laptop screen at my hot tattooed muscleman shoot a thick wad of creamy cum when, unnoticed by me, my husband had come back home and hearing the sounds of my passion, snuck into the bedroom to investigate.  He had listened and watched from the hallway for long enough to realize I was on cam with someone.  When I finally noticed him standing in the doorway, his cock was out and he was stroking.  He put his finger to his lips and make a silent shhhhh then pointed to the screen as he crept closer to the bed and positioned himself off camera but where he could see the screen. When he saw what I was looking at he made a choked groaning noise, part pain and part ball tightening excitement. Both the men’s hands never stopped rubbing their shafts.  I rolled over and put my ass in the air and reached between my legs and started shoving the rubber cock in and out of my dipping hole.  My clit was throbbing as I glanced between the two hard dicks.  A second orgasm washed over me as my husband’s hot jizz splashed across my calves.  The cam session lasted for another hour, I came harder than I ever remembered cumming and my husband hot a second load halfway across the room staring at that big dick and imagining me taking it in every hole. 
I shut the laptop and looked at my spent husband.  He sat on the bed and took a deep breath. 

Finally he looked at me and said “You have to invite him over”.  I nodded. 
“What’s his name?” he continued. I replied “Frank”.

xo mia
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Tuesday, July 12, 2016


As many of you have noticed I am back on Niteflirt and in full force. In May I started regularly taking calls again.  I quickly learned that many of you have missed me over the last couple of years and am really enjoying connecting again and rediscovering your kinks.  Thank you to all of you who have already called and we've had a chance to catch up.  Thank you to Rob, Tom, Michael, Stu, Brian and those of you who have already re-made me your habit.  Please remember, it's not fair of you to keep me to yourselves, leave me feedback so that others can hear about the great experiences we have shared.

If you are discovering me for the first time let me introduce myself.  I am Mia and I am a sexual adventurer. I am not easy to define. I have had many sexual experiences that range the gamut from D/s, to Femme Domme to tender seduction, Cuckolding, forced bi and exhibitionism, from teaching scenarios to being taught a lesson, from threesomes to groups, to punishment, DD/lg and spanking.  I can take control or be helpless. I truly am a switch. My body and mind intuitively responds to the sexual energy of the scene.  It's this intense sexual energy that keeps me coming back.  It is easier to describe what I am not, I am not a pain-slut but I do enjoy degradation, intensity and rough play, I am not mean and I am not exactly cruel.  I do like to tease and I enjoy some cbt and I like to push lovers to their extreme limits but it is done with the deep down utmost respect for you and your sexual self.

I am always open to messages and comments.  You can leave me comments here at Sexual Anarchism or through Niteflirt or you can send me an email if you want to know more about how to share a phone fantasy with me.

Interested in exploring how my perverted mind works?  You can follow my tumblr here or request an add to my twitter here.  And of course read my erotic writings found on this blog. I have stories on many topics.  You can find a story about
a man confessing that he is a panty boy,
a Dom using his Slut,
a fem slave being humiliated,
a woman with a fisting fetish,
lovers ignoring their 30 year age gap,
young willing slave boys,
a wife who cuckolds her husband at the gym,
a man who surrenders it all to the woman he worships
...and much more.

Do you like who I am?  Do you appreciate uninhibited intelligent sluts?  How about spoiling me?
Send me a Babeland sex toy egift card for a new toy of your choice. Or an Amazon egift, and we can shop together.

I do still have a cam show listing on Niteflirt.  I am not currently logging on to take random calls but will do cam shows by appointment.  Send me a message and we can discuss the details and set it up.

I wanna hear from you!

xo mia

Wednesday, June 15, 2016


He is pathetic, Jane told her friend. I can’t stand being around him.  Yes, I hate him for cheating on me but I swear it’s even worse now that he is sorry about it, he acts so miserable and pathetic.  I don’t know what happened to the man I married.  This apologetic Michael is even worse than the cheating Michael. 

Jane’s friend Missy listened while they sipped glasses of white wine.  Jane described the deteriorating state of her marriage.  Finally Jane paused and asked “What do I do?  This is the father of my kids, I can’t just dump him.  I mean, I believe the guy I feel in love with is somewhere inside this piece of shit.” Missy set down her wine glass and looked into Jane's face with understanding.  After many minutes and a deep sigh she said “He needs to be punished”.

A second bottle of wine was consumed as the women hatched a plan.  After a few google searches and a half dozen online purchases (that were covertly shipped to Missy’s home address) the women were ready. 

Michael felt like shit. He fucked up big time. He was seduced by the thrill and the shallow ego stroke of an affair.  It was the worst mistake of his life.  He regretted it immediately, almost the minute after ejaculating on the woman’s face.  He thought, Jane won’t let me do that then abruptly… JANE?!? What have I done?!  He was riddled with guilt.  He figured he would just pretend it didn’t happen but he couldn’t stop thinking about his own stupidity.  He broke his sacred vow, he was a liar and a cheat and had became the type of guy he hated most, a hypocrite.  By the third day after his indiscretion he was sick with guilt. He hadn’t eaten or slept, and at night he tossed and turned next to his wife in their marital bed. Every time he closed his eyes the movie reel of his affair played in his head.  He had rationalized the foreplay, the flirting and teasing as harmless and without merit but then why was he deleting his ipad’s history constantly?  He never liked going to parties at Samuel’s house but he knew she would be there and he accepted the invitation, also knowing it was a weekend when Jane was at her mother’s house.  Then on the day of the party, while he showered, he shaved his balls, put on cologne and primped in front of the mirror.  He rarely drank but in preparation for the party he had poured himself a scotch.  A Scotch?! He never drank brown liquors.  But looking back he knew, he was summoning up liquid courage, he wanted to taste the forbidden fruit.  Before leaving for the party he was rock hard. He had to jerk off to relieve his nerves and while wanking like a zoo monkey he imagined the seductive vixen on her knees sucking him off, exactly like the way she had described in one her many texts. Harmless my ass, he thought.  I am a fucking idiot!


The day came, Jane headed over to Missy’s house early.  They worked on a basic script, they role played the scenarios, they unpacked their purchases and played with each of them to make sure they knew exactly how each worked. They had everything planned and both women plopped down on the couch.  “Are you sure about this?”  Missy asked Jane.  “Ab-soooo-lutely!” Jane replied, drawing out the syllables. “I am so sick of his shit, and honestly if this doesn’t fix things, nothing will!”  Jane smiled at Missy, “Seriously thank you, I mean it, fuck marriage counseling, and therapists, and priests who think they know it all!” 

Missy walked over to the bar cart and picked up a bottle of Fireball “I’ll drink to that!” then both women took a chug directly from the bottle. “See you at nine.”

Jane said she wanted to go out that night.  Michael felt like she had been avoiding him for weeks so he was quite surprised and excited about Jane’s request for a night out.  He leaned toward her to give her a hug and she twisted away from him. Michael slumped his shoulders and spewed at Jane as she wandered down the hallway, “Ok fine, we can go out but I don’t know why you are asking me, you don’t want anything to do with me, you hate me!”  Jane rolled her eyes and headed to the shower, before disappearing through the doorway she called back “I definitely want to do something to you…”

Michael clinched jaw and sighed loudly throughout the car ride.  Jane drove, annoyed by his pitiful gestures.  As she pulled into Missy’s long driveway she detachedly commented “Missy’s invited us.”  Michael cocked his brow and frowned before asking “For dinner…?”  Jane didn’t answer him but instead jumped out of the car and started walking up to the house.  Michael lingered in the driveway  and when he finally entered and found the two women sitting together casually waiting for him.  Michael stood between the entry and the living room bewildered.  He noticed that Missy was wearing more makeup then usual and her hair was long and loose down her back. He also noticed that she was wearing an exceptionally sexy and tight red dress with very high heeled shiny black shoes.  Then he saw that his wife was wearing a similar dress but in emerald green and her shoes were also sexy.  Earlier Michael was too busy sulking and dawdling to have noticed how his wife had dressed.  Both the woman sat side by side on the couch.  Jane patted the area between them.  Michael’s stopped thinking with his brain, finally, she wants to have a threesome! His dick came to immediate attention.

Michael sat on the couch and put his hand on his wife’s thigh and glanced between the two women. His face was hungry with lust.  Jane took his hand in hers and started to pet his arm, Michael smiled lovingly at her and then Missy reached for his other hand which was sitting idly on his lap.  Both women glanced at each other and grinned.  Michael’s pants tightened in anticipation.  Out of nowhere Jane was holding handcuffs and a second later Michael’s wrists were locked up tight.  Before he was even able to formulate the question Missy was on the floor pulling a rope out from under the couch and wrapping it around his ankles.  Michael was not quite able to fathom this situation, he glanced down at his feet and at his hands then at his wife, as she sat on the edge of the cushion watching her friend.  Jane had  a hopeful and blissful smirk on her face.  Michael thought to himself, she is glowing, she looks so beautiful.  Missy finished securing his legs and both woman rose and stood, looking at Michael with their hands on their hips.  Michael squirmed slightly, his jeans were now pinching his substantial erection. The women rolled their eyes and exchanged knowing glances, they had spotted Michaels bulge and growing wet spot. 

“What is this all about?”  Michael broke the silence.
“It’s about you being my husband, about you being the father of my children, AND  it’s about you being a liar and a cheater, and it’s about you being ashamed and pathetic and perpetually sorry.  I can’t live like this with you groveling and simpering all the time. I didn’t marry a sycophant! So, Missy and I are going to try something different with you… “

At the mention of his cheating, Michael bowed his head.  When Jane finished he looked up at her with pleading eyes.  “I don’t understand Jane, but I am so sorry and I will do anything you say.  I am a pig and you deserve better. I regret it every minute of every…”

“Shut UP!” Jane screamed. “I am so fucking sick of hearing this shit from you. Your constant apologies are not making me feel better! I want to feel better!  Missy helped me see just what I need. I need to punish you, hurt you, humiliate you, debase you, betray you… I want you to feel what I felt … what I FEEL!” 

The room was suddenly silent.  Jane she stomped out of the room fuming.  Missy and Michael could hear her open a cabinet and start filling a glass. 

“Look Michael” Missy spoke in a soft and soothing voice. “Jane deserve better, you didn’t ask her permission when you choose to lie and cheat. So tonight, we aren’t asking for your permission either.” Missy lowered her voice to a whisper and leaned into Michael’s ear “You have to pay.” With that Missy gagged Michael with a scarf. 

Jane reentered, with brown liquid and ice cubes clinking in her glass.  She sipped and watched as Missy cut away her husband’s clothing.  His wide eyes darted from his wife’s face to Missy kneeling beside him as she worked at removing his pants.  Each time she sawed the scissors on the thick denim fabric her breasts jiggled beneath the front of her tight dress.  Jane grabbed Michael’s jaw and twisted his face toward hers, “You’re like a fucking dog, you think with your fucking dick!  What the hell is the matter with you, I am RIGHT HERE and you’re looking at Missy’s tits while your cock leaks!” Michael looked down, partially out of deference but also to see what his betraying dick had done.  Sure enough, he saw a puddle of ooze that had dribbled onto his thigh. Suddenly his head was jerked back and Jane was behind him with something around his throat. It was cold and metal and grew increasingly tight until he coughed a choke.  Missy spoke “Jane, I believe we have his attention now.”

Missy held the metal choke collar tight, Michael soon realized as long as he didn’t fight it, he had enough space to breathe.  Jane moved around the room, Michael could only catch glimpses of her, out of his periphery.  Missy looked down into Michael’s troubled face then she glanced down at his crotch “The fucking pig still has a hard-on!” Missy laughed deviously “But not for long!”

Jane ordered Michael to roll over with his knees on the hardwood floor and his chest on the surface of the couch cushion.  He watched as both women put on black medical gloves.  Jane ordered him to put his cuffed wrists between his legs underneath him.  He heard the women whispering.  He couldn’t help it, being at their mercy was hot, and his dick was pinched underneath him but continued to leak. He tried to shift his hips ease the pinch.  Missy noticed and asked him if he was humping her couch and both woman laughed.  Michael whimpered.  Missy said she would help him out with that and reach between his legs from behind and gripped his dick and balls and started tugging them back between his legs. His whimpering turned to whining.  “Told ya.”  Jane said.  Missy tightened her grip on his balls.  Missy grabbed something from the cardboard box and showed it to Michael.  Fear widened his eyes. It was a cock and ball harness.

Michael was unsure about how much time had passed but his ass was burning hot.  The women had been taking turns spanking him.  His cock and balls were in the pinching harness and attached to the wrist cuffs which were attached to the rope around his ankles.  Trussed up was the phrase Michael kept thinking. He was miserable. Missy taught Jane about how to rub the skin first then to give gentle spanks then how to build the intensity. She taught her to vary the sensation by giving  then light caresses followed by hard spanks.  She also showed her how the reaction received varied depending on whether the blow landed on the cheek flesh or the thigh flesh.  And how to use not just her bare hand but the crop and the paddle.  Jane was happier then she had been in weeks, maybe years. She was enjoying herself.  Michael wasn’t whining much anymore.  Missy and Jane decided that Michael was handling his punishment just fine and they could proceed…

When the women returned their dresses were gone, but they still wore their bras and panties.  Around their hips were leather harnesses and from the front of each hardness dangled a dildo.  Michael began whining again and thought… Please no… Jane's smile told him definitely yes.

Saturday, January 23, 2016


     One day as she was leaving, after having spent the whole party making flirty gestures toward me, I asked her outright, “are you into women?”  She giggled, a giggle I would get to know well, and said, “no, oh no, I can’t.”  I didn’t know what that meant exactly but being cryptic was one of her specialties.  I learned later that it wasn’t that she was being purposefully cryptic, rather, she was cryptic because she really didn’t know, was truly unsure and often questioned herself. And she changed her mind often.  Later I would refer to her as The Rollercoaster. 
     An entire year later at another one of my parties her husband had enough partying and left her at my house.  There were a bunch of people crashing after a night of live music and a lot of drinking.  She looked at me and said she needed a “nappie”.  It was 2:45 am.  I was spread out on my couch watching the band load up their equipment.  She curled up on the couch with me, her head against my chest. I gently petted her hair and she slept.  When I was ready to crash I untwined myself from her and snuck up to my room.  After all, she told me that she wasn’t into women, that she “can’t”.
     I knew her husband for about a year before I met her.  He and I were buds.  We joked sarcastically and I admired him.  He was a toweringly tall well respected musician and I secretly always thought he would be a great fuck. But alas he was exceedingly happily married, something I respected.  I noticed on her Facebook page one of their frequent check-ins was at a lesbian bar near their house.  That made me wonder. Maybe she just didn’t like me. 
     We agreed to meet at a Mexican restaurant known for its amazing tequila selection and lethal margaritas. He was alone and well ahead of me.  I attempted to catch up by ordering two margaritas as soon as I sat down.  Soon we were freely talking and I asked him about those trips to the lesbian bar.  He answered with a shrug.  “She likes lesbians.” “So she is bi?”  I asked confused.  He didn’t know the answer to that; “she thinks maybe but she always chickens out when it comes down to it”.  “Do you want me to show her the ropes?” I asked jokingly.  “Yeah” he said “but she’s scared, maybe if she was drunk or something but you scare the shit outta her!”  “Me?”  I asked?  “Yeah you, a bad ass, tattooed, rock and roll bombshell!  Yeah, she is terrified of you.” Shortly after that she arrived and I was looking at her in a totally different light. After another round her husband patted my back and kissed her goodbye and said he had some work at home to take care of then left us alone at the bar.  As soon as he left she got very shy and was barely able to make eye contact with me.  “What’s the matter?”  I asked her.  “Dunno" she said, "it’s just… you … you know… I don’t know what to do.” 
“What do you want to do?” 
She giggled and downturned her eyes.  “Dunno, um….” And she started giggling again. 
     Her giggling was making me crazy, it sounded so vulnerable and innocent and feminine.  She was small.  She was barely five feet tall and had a perfect petite body, small full breasts and an athletic toned ass.  I ordered two shots and even though she protested that she doesn’t do shots she dutifully drank it.  “Now” I continued “what do you want?” She chewed her lip and gazed up at me.  She made a little sighing noise before hesitatingly saying “I want to kiss you”.  Sitting next to each other on barstools I leaned in and kissed her lips and she cooed into my mouth and pulled my bottom lip in between hers and gave it a nibble.  I pulled back and slid my arm around her waist and tugged her bar stool closer to mine with my other hand.  She looked into my face and smiled an impish smile and Mmmmmm-ed.  “I like that!” she exclaimed.  We kissed between sips of our margaritas before she suggested we head back to her house. 
     At her house her husband was watching football on TV.  I plopped on their couch like I had a million times.  She lowered her ass on my knee and her husband looked over, raising his eye brow at us.  “Is this ok?” I questioned him. After all this was my friend’s wife.  As the words came out, she leaned in and started kissing my neck.  He knowingly smirked as he responded “Good luck, she's only playing though. She won’t, it never gets further than this” he explained as she made little breathy exhales against my neck. “Take her out back to the studio if you want, you’ll see” he said as he turned the swiveling chair toward the football game once again.  She hopped up and ran into the kitchen, proudly bringing out a box of wine. I laughed, the only person I knew who drank boxed wine was my mom.  She was clearly drunk as she attempted to push the spigot button.  The sweet wine was sloshing in the solo cup as we made our way down a stone path toward the studio in the back of the house.  Once inside I pulled her toward me and kissed her. This was a real kiss, tender and passionate.  When we parted she melted against me.  I began kissing her neck. I tugged her shirt down and kissed the top of her breasts.  I lowered to my knees and lifted her shirt and kissed her smooth flat belly.  Her jeans were low rise and I kissed along her waist.  That’s when she pulled me up to my feet and kissed my lips.  She pulled back to nibble on my lower lip again.  “I can’t" she murmurred, "I'm not clean, I haven’t showered today.” I ignored her and focused on her breasts, lowering the cup of her bra to take her perky breast into my mouth.  She made a purring moaning sound and her body undulated against me.  “I can’t” She panted then continued “I wish Eric was here”. Eric was her husband’s name. I pulled back and nodded.  I was pretty drunk anyhow. 
     Once back in the house her husband had just gotten back from the corner liquor store with a bottle of vodka and sprite.  He was fixing a drink, the football game was over.  He gave me the told-ya-so look then shrugged.  “She says she is dirty” I explained.  He leaned over and kissed her. “Is that the problem baby?” he asked.  “Uhhuh Dadda”.  I had never heard her call him "Dadda" and honestly I found it sexy as hell.  He slapped her ass “easily remedied, off to the shower then”. 
     He and I walked back down to the bar. Over another margarita he explained that he and she had done some swinging but never with another woman.  “With guys it’s no problem but with a woman, she chickens out every time, I don’t get it, she wants it so bad, even fantasizes about women, she’s thought about you…” He trailed off. I hesitated and replied “I can take control, I mean...”  This was weird for me. I had never conspired with a friend to fuck their partner.  “She wants you there” I told him.  He looked at me, his eyes piercingly blue, and grinned “And how do you feel about that?”  I told him I was all for it.

     Back at their house she was waiting for us fresh and pretty from the shower.  He and I were very drunk. I plopped down on the couch again and he slurringly told her to “go on, sit with her”.  She came and sat with me and we started kissing. I had been imagining a threesome with them for the last hour and was overripe with lust.  He watched from his swiveling chair as I guided her down on her back on the couch and raised her tee-shirt and kissed and nibbled her chest.  He drunkenly muttered “That’s hot baby” as I licked down her belly.  He knelt and began taking off her shoes then helping her wiggle out of her jeans. She had light pink panties with tiny flowers.  This whole scenario was blowing my mind.  I pulled her panties down off one hip bone and nibbled as she hungrily sighed. I slipped to my knees on the floor as she scooched her ass to the edge of the couch.  I pull her panties down her legs.  Her husband moved beside her on the couch and they kissed.  I parted her thighs and she whimpered against his mouth “Oh dadda.” She had sparse reddish pubic hair dusting her mound and a lean pink pussy that glistened ready for me.  I used my finger tip, and traced her flesh while I lightly tickled the edged of her lips until she lifted her hip and groaned for more.  She was looked down her body and stared into my face.  Her husband had removed her top and bra so she was naked. I loved the way her body looked so girlish and feminine.  I felt my insides do a leap at the sight of her.  With my eyes locked on hers I lowered my face and planted a kiss on her pussy. I glanced at her husband who was hypnotized by the sight of us before him.  His eyes were glassy with lust.  “So hot…” he trailed off.  I licked one long stroke from taint to clit then mumbled “I think she’s doing this ...” He nodded.