always ansley

Design Contest
May 21, 2009, 8:11 pm
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I’m in desperate need of a new, original header for Agent Ansley. That’s where you come in. Yes, you are going to design me a header that is 700 x 225 pixels.. and if I choose your design as my new blog header, you will take home a Bootie plug by Fun Factory! The rules are simple: Make it 700 x 225 pixels. Relate it to me or my blog. And please, try to make it flow with the rest of my blog design. That’s all. Think you can handle it? Enter by June 5th! (E-mail entries to Winner will be announced June 6th. You can see my review of Bootie here.)*

* No international entries, please. Sorry.

Sexy Secret Agent.
November 13, 2008, 12:00 pm
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[by Sienna]

Agent Ansley walked slowly towards me, her mask giving away no sign as to what she was thinking. Her whip hung limp next to her, but didn’t look any less deadly. I inched back until I felt the cool wall behind my back, and swallowed waiting for the inevitable contact.

“Sienna, you know why I’m here for you…” Ansley looked at me her lips curving into a slight smile, “I’m going to enjoy this.” I nodded slightly, after all secretly sexy agents were there for one reason only – educate the masses, allowing them to have the most mind blowing orgasms.

Agent Ansley grabbed my hand and tugged me away from the wall. Turning me around she commanded, “Assume the position.” I spread my legs dutifully and stretched my fingertips out as high as I could. I felt Ansley’s soft hands caress my whole body, lightly over my arms and down my back. Then harder on my hips and squeezing my legs as she knelt behind me. I felt her brush the hem of my skirt, and soon felt her hot breath as her lips grazed my bare pussy. “Mmm you’ve obeyed the first rule of the sexy constitution. But you haven’t remembered everything, have you Sienna?”
I let out a low moan as her tongue stroked my clit stressing her point further. Ansley licked and sucked my pussy until I was dripping and shuddering, begging her not to stop. Then she was standing behind me. I heard her whip zip through the air, after the stinging sensation already abated slightly. “Zing, zing zing,” went the whip over and over until my cheeks were on fire.

Finally it stopped and I turned in time to see her lift her tight leather skirt, the jaguar gleaming underneath in the moonlight. It was perfect, black and mysteriously sexy. I felt a shiver all the way down my spine as I spotted the Leo harnessed into it. I slid to my knees, and Ansley held the dildo waiting as I flicked my tongue over it, and sucked it down getting it wet and slippery. I started bobbing my head faster when I felt her hand tighten on my shoulder.

I stood up, put my hands on the wall and arched my ass out to meet her cock. She slid it into me, fucking me slowly in time with the dull bass pouring out of the nearby club. I gasped as she grabbed my hips, ploughing into me harder and harder, the music escalating in sync with her strokes. My face brushed the wall and I hugged what I could reach, arching fully and rising onto my toes. I could feel the soft leather of the Jaguar hitting my bare swollen cheeks and cried out loudly as I felt my orgasm rock my body all the way to my stilettos. Ansley showed no mercy, stopping only to flip me around, shoving my back into the wall. She clutched at my leg and I instinctively wrapped it around her waist. As she slammed her cock into me over and over again I grabbed her hair bringing her mouth to mine. I felt the searing heat as our tongues met. We kissed passionately as she fucked me hard. Both of us were gasping and trembling, struggling to hold each other as we climbed toward our orgasms.

“I’m going to cum,” she gasped. I slid my hand down between us and started rubbing her clit hard in little circles. Ansley arched into me, her body moulding against mine as we held each other tightly. Our screams drowned the bass and we collapsed onto the slick pavement. Lazily, I slid my body out from beneath her and licked every inch of her cock clean. Then I bent down and took her clit in my mouth, tasting our combined juices. I sucked gently, letting my tongue flick over her lips and down to her ass.

I looked up at Ansley and raised my eyebrows. “Well now you’ve been initiated into the secretly sexy agents you have the right to bring anyone to orgasm. Anything you say and do might bring someone to their knees….”

I laughed seductively and began to unbuckle the harness. “Well let me show you a few tricks of my own.”

November 12, 2008, 12:00 pm
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[by Thursday’s Child]

There is something forbidden about a gangbang, something primal hidden from society’s prying eyes where the daily niceties no longer apply. There is a dangerous sexuality in the air that threatens to choke me, a dangerous undercurrent running throughout with a hint of violence scattered throughout like an unwanted promise. The air is choked with arousal, the scent of the men, their sweat, their sex, and their impatience. I feel so naked among them, like a deer among wolves. There is something predatory in the way they look at me, the way they move towards their targets, cocks heavy, hard and ready, precum already dripping and pooling on their tips.

I am surrounded by naked men. To my left, a well hung black man fists his cock, his mouth slightly open as he watches the festivities, impatiently waiting his turn. I can only imagine what his cock would feel like inside me, hard and demanding, taking its pleasure from me as though I was only a vessel for his enjoyment. To my right, another man, exotic looks, dark hair, and a long thin cock, so hard and bursting with veins that it must ache. So many different cocks, different sizes and shapes, textures, all filled to bursting with thick white cum, all so eager, so impatient to shoot their load in a willing hole.

The men groan, deep in their throats, hands never stilling on their hard cocks as they watch the action and await their turn. They are, for the most part, silent, the only sounds in the rooms are sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, of guttural moans, of grunts and reined in roars of satisfaction.

And I wait among them, waiting for my turn, eyes locked onto her delicate figure bound in the center of the room, listening to her moans and whimpers, her little cries of pleasure. I stroke my cock, all seven inches of thick purple pleasure, rubbing the lubricant up and down the thick shaft, up and over the flare of the fat head. Each stroke rubs the base against my swollen clit, tucked beneath the leather of the Jaguar harness that I wear. My engorged lips swell with my juices, my scent added to the smell of sex, heavy in the room, and my nipples are hard in the chill air crowning sensitive breasts made heavy with desire. I cannot wait my turn, but I also cannot help but to imagine what it would be like to trade places with her, if those were my pale breasts crowned with hard tight nipple rising into the air as my back arched with each orgasm. I watch as one man uses her mouth, another, her pussy, and yet another her ass – hot little Ansley covered with cum and sweat and then it is my turn, my turn to choose a hole, to fuck her until we both cum, then to withdraw to make room for the next cock.

Whispers and Wax.
November 11, 2008, 12:00 pm
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[by Billy H]

I walked in the door and could hear the shower running. Not wanting to disturb you, I headed to the bedroom. I found the jaguar harness. The supple black leather was gorgeous in the moonlight. I quickly hurried through the drawers. I found a piece of black silk, smooth as your skin, that would make a perfect blind fold. I found your goodfella dildo, hidden behind your black lace panties. I lit a candle, dimmed the lights, and went to the bathroom to find you.


I could see your breasts glistening, the moon light from the window outlining you. The water was running down the small of your back. I could feel myself getting wet just watching you. I carefully undressed and slipped in with you. My mouth found the depression between your clavicle and your neck and bit you gently. I was met with your moan and I only wanted to please you.


I pressed you into the cold hard tile kissing your neck, your breasts. Your mouth and mine became one and both of our breaths became hot and rapid. I slipped my hand down and quickly found your clit. I swirled my finger in a figure eight motion as I twirled my tongue around your nipple and gently tugged your hair. I whispered in your ear that I had a surprise waiting for you in the bedroom. You simply smiled.


I led you, wordless, to the bedroom. I pushed you down onto the bed, gently, but with intent. I leaned down between your thighs, kissing along with your moans. I dug my nails into your hips in the same instant my tongue hit your clit. I swirled it around, gently sucked, and teased you into oblivion. Once I knew that you were completely turned on, I stopped, came toward your mouth and kissed you. While you were lost, making out with me, I gently placed the cuffs on your wrist and blindfolded you.


I poured some of the wax from the candle onto your stomach. I gently bit your nipple and soon you were begging me to fuck you. I gently eased a finger, then two, into your anxiously awaiting body. I could feel how wet you were, squeezing onto me. I had slipped on the harness and gently guided the goodfella into you. You moaned as you tugged against the cuffs. I slowly built my speed up, thrusting into you. Your hips met every one of my thrusts, and soon you were screaming with pleasure. You came again and again until your gasping body collapsed on the bed.


I untied you, kissed you gently, and we fell asleep. Both, completely satisfied.

And She Does.
November 10, 2008, 12:00 pm
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[by Sinclair Sexsmith]


She was wearing it when I got there.

Ansley. Her apartment.

The jaguar.

I can tell she had it on under her jeans. It is her favorite harness, she’d been talking it up.

“Let’s see it,” before I even say hello. She gets shy, flustered, her hostess narrative interrupted.

I keep my eyes on her hard. She knows I am serious, and she slides her jeans off her hips in the middle of her living room, not looking at me deliberately.

I walk around her like she is up for auction. I let my fingers brush along its fine leather, pretty silver buckles. I slip two fingers through the hole and pull on it.

“Got a cock for this?”

She nods. Hair falling in her face, still looking away from me.

“Go get it.”

She does. Fingers to her mouth and covering her chest.

She rummages a moment in her room. I lean back on the couch. She returns with a nice one – thick and short – clutched in her fist.

“Nice.” I say. She stands before me, not sure what she should do. Sit? Hand the cock to me?

“Put it on.” I say. She’s quiet as she slips it through the hole in the harness.

I murmur approval as she stands, cock thrusting from her hips. She shifts her weight from foot to foot.

“Let go of it.”

She does, and doesn’t know what to do with her hands.

“Take your shirt off.”

Lifting it over her head she reveals a black lacy bra, showing off the curves of her breasts. Elegant. The lace is lovely with the leather of the jaguar. She reaches behind her as if to remove it, too.

“No – leave it. Sit there.” I nod to the comfy chair behind her and she tentatively perches on the edge.

She’s not sure she likes this game, yet. She wasn’t planning on it going down this way.

I get up, take the two steps over to her. I push at her ankles and stand between her legs, then put one hand on either arm of the chair and move in close to her. She has no choice but to lean back.

Our faces are close. Mouths, cheeks. I can feel her breath. I watch her face change, watch her consider her arms around my shoulders, legs around my hips, reaching up to kiss me. Her mouth is red, eyes soft and pooled, sweet. She doesn’t move.

“I’m not going to do anything,” I say quietly, mouth close to her jaw, her neck, hovering my body over hers. “You’ve got a girl. But you like this, don’t you? Don’t you.”

She nods, eyes wide, mouth closed. It makes my dick twitch.

“So you’re going to put on a little show for me. I’m going to watch you jack that cock like it’s mine. You can do that, right?”

Her body shudders and her hand instinctively goes to the cock she’s strapped. The girth of it solid in her palm.


I don’t wait for her to reply. I stand and withdraw and she’s left with an empty space where she was just getting used to my presence. I return to the couch and position myself exactly across from her; legs spread, hard cock visible in my tight jeans, arms folded over my chest, thumb to my lower lip.


“Go on,” I say. “Close your fist around it. Slow.”


And she does.