A scorching hot blog: Maria’s Diary
If you haven’t taken the time to read Maria’s Diary, I highly recommend you do so ASAP. Apparently, she’s stopped writing it–and who knows how much longer she’ll keep it online. It is one of the best accounts of a real cuckold relationship that I’ve ever seen. Maria is a supremely dominant woman, and she paints an awesome picture of putting her husband Martin through a sublime cuckold humiliation. She’s also posted some incredible photos of herself in different degrees of fetish wear. Here’s a taste:
She’ll never know that during the entirety of our conversation. I was kneeling in front of my lover, playing with his prick. Whenever Grace spoke I would lick and suck Matt’s beautiful cock, taking as much into my mouth as I dared. When it was my turn to speak, I would masturbate him, doing my best to keep my voice from shaking as I rhythmically pumped my arm back and forth. Matt had to keep quiet and wasn’t able to give me any indication of how close he was to climaxing, so when he eventually sprayed me it came as a complete surprise. It was a gorgeous feeling having my face showered with hot sperm, and even when Matt had finished spurting, I was able to feed further by licking my tongue around my lips and by sucking every last drop of cum from his prick.
This was no spur of the moment act. I had decided to do it days before and had been relishing the moment ever since the idea came into my head. I was going to humiliate Grace just as I had humiliated her small-dicked son. Even though she wouldn’t be aware of what I had done, it was nevertheless still a humiliation. Next time I am at her house she will look at me and see a wicked glint in my eye - a taunting, gloating look; a look of victory.
That’s it bitch, have a wonder why I’m laughing at you. Do you want to know the reason? It’s because your daughter-in-law is a whore and she’s cuckolded your pathetic wanker baby. Not only have I had another man’s prick inside me, but I’ve had him shoot his cum over my face while you’re listening to me on the phone. And I’ve got a video of me straddling your son with my lover’s sperm dripping out of my pussy into his gaping mouth. Would you like to see it? Would you like to see mummy’s boy Martin drinking another man’s milk?
This incident with the phone call to Grace is what I class as a symbolic act of cuckolding. In fact I’d go as far to say that it is acts such these which define cuckolding for me, and without them I might as well just describe myself as ‘having an affair’. The constant humiliation I inflict upon my husband (and now his mother) through such symbolism is what makes cuckolding so extraordinarily exciting and rewarding. The fact that there are so many ways to rub my spouse’s nose in his inadequacy means that a cuckold marriage need never become boring or stale. Every day I amuse and excite myself by thinking up new ways to psychologically punish Martin. Even better, the more I act like a complete slut, the more effective the result. In my quest to rid Martin of every last vestige of manhood, I get to indulge in ever more depraved and whorish sex. And let us not forget that my husband’s mental agony is accompanied by a perverse arousal that leaves him desperate to masturbate at this relentless torture.
She declared that she wasn’t going to write anymore as of February 13th, so enjoy her blog while it lasts!
UPDATE: I checked the site on March 18, and it was offline. Too bad. Well, it was fun while it lasted.Â
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Posted by David | Mar. 07, 2007 | Posted in Blogs, Cuckolds, Dominance and Submission, Hot Wives | No Comments »
