Brand new to blogging

So I have never written a blog before.  I have recently become single, and find that, whilst I love living by myself, I get both lonely and horny.In my spare time I write erotic stories, and will post some of the sex scenes in my blog.If anyone is interested in reading the stories, message me and I can send a link to them.I have the unfortunate affliction of having a very high sex drive, and spend most of my time suppressing it, mainly due to my inability to find a man who can cope with it.Here is a recent example of what I am writing:
The mattress was soft beneath my back. I was tied, spreadeagled on the bed, and Duke was standing over me, dressed this time in leather wrist cuffs and a utility belt. He was holding a candle, the flame bright in the darkness of the bedroom.
Hot drips of wax were landing on my abdomen, the burn lasting for a few seconds before the wax cooled, each drip increasing my arousal.
“Who’s my naughty little girl?” asked Duke.
My answer was silenced by the ballgag in my mouth.
“I will punish you if you don’t answer me”
I tried to answer but couldn’t.
Duke knelt between my legs, his fingers running up and down the inside of my thighs.
“Hmmm, that is not an adequate answer, Amethyst. You will have to be punished now.”
I was lying on my stomach, still tied to the bed, my legs spread apart, and I could hear a whoosh and then a sudden sting across my buttocks.
Another whoosh followed by a sting across my buttocks, across the back of my thighs. My hips arched off the bed, pulling away from the warm pool of my arousal saturating the mattress beneath me.
A creak of springs and a dip in the mattress behind me had Duke’s voice coming from a different direction, “so wet for me,” as the supple leather tip left trails of pressure along the inside of my thighs.
A warm touch of fingers along my labia made my back arch upwards again, my arms and legs pulling unsuccessfully against the restraints, my moan still muffled by the gag. Those fingers were exploring between my legs, leaving trails of fire around my core and inner thighs, dipping slightly into me. The swelling pressure was too much, I needed something bigger than fingertips inside me.
The fingers disappeared, only to be replaced by a warm moist tongue, sweeping from my clit upwards to my ass. “Mmmm, so wet. So sweet.” Duke’s beard was tickling my thighs as his face pressed into me, sucking on my inner lips, his tongue swirling around my clit, thumbs pressing into my ass cheeks as he held them apart, sucking my inner lips into his mouth, flicking them with his tongue.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I was about to explode. I was nearly there when suddenly there was nothing touching me. I groaned into the gag, wanting so badly to cum, between my thighs throbbing with each heartbeat.
I could hear movement behind me, but I could not turn my head enough to see what was happening.
“My girl is not allowed to cum yet, and she must be punished for nearly cumming.”
I heard a whoosh and then the sharp stinging pain across my buttocks again. Several more stings, drawing more blood there, and I was nearly about to cum again, the strips of heat pulsating in time with the pulsations between my thighs.
The mattress dipped again between my legs, and Duke’s thumbs were gripping my cheeks again, lifting my hips, and then he thrust his cock into me in one go, filling me completely, nearly painfully, and as he pulled back and thrust again, my entire being exploded.

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