Conning Devil

Daddy's caprices et veut

2012-01-10T15:07:00.010-06:00

Daddy wants to fuck. Now - Right. Fucking. Now.

You know my whims and wants. You knows my brutality when Lust seizes me. I love how you shudder and cringe when you know what's coming. We both know it makes your cunt wet.Very fucking wet.

I jerk you where I want you, where you love to be - on your knees. I hold your pretty little head in my hands as I diesel through your lips and mouth into that cock starved throat. I face fuck you with impunity, slam fucking you until your damn head almost comes off. I revel in your reddened and tear lined face, streaked with mascara.

I pull from your wet sucking mouth and half sling you over the bed. I jerk your legs apart and stab into your ready and willing cunt with all the force and torque I have pent up inside me.

"You Goddamn little slut", I growl as your hot, wet, sucking cunt clings and sucks and pulls at me, milking me, coaxing the warm, sticky cum from my large balls.

"Fuck me, Daddy! Hurt that pussy!" You goad.

I feel you your fingers squeezing me as you wrap your thighs around me, pulling me deeper into your dark depths. I feel the shaft of my cock pistoning inside the heat of your cunt, stone hard and insistent - boring into you, through you. My pelvis grinds against your throbbing clit as I lean in to kiss you with roughly and passionately.

"FUCKKKkkkkkk..." I groan loudly as the cum spasms wrack through me.

Cum explodes from my cock, spurting like lava, as I ram faster, deeper, harder, into you. My cock is more bat and battering ram, beating and stabbing in your cunt. You're trembling as I fuck you, your eyes fluttering, your cunt clenching and pulsating around me.

"Yesssssssss...", you cry. "Fuck me, Daddy! Hurt me! Yessssssssss... fuck..."

We collapse together, molded with heat and sweat and cum.

We lie there regaining strength and breath as our heartbeats slowly slow and we can speak again.

"Happy Birthday, babygirl." I murmur.

"Thank you, Daddy." You sweetly reply.

Then I show you your "presents" as I smile a not so sweet and gentle smile...

1095 days

2011-11-10T22:36:00.003-06:00

1,095 days... And then the knock in the night.

The fabled, and much anticipated, knock. It is soft, but still unnaturally loud in the quiet hours of darkness. The fuck by comparison is hard and raw - unbridled releases of pent up passions and raw animal desperation. Her desperation much the quieter in contrast to my own, but as is ALways the case, much more intense.

1,095 days - and counting. 1,095 days - and countless thousands of expressions of want and need. Countless demands, countless requests; countless orgasms, countless edges, countless nights... until then next 1,095 days...

2011-10-02T20:55:00.011-05:00

I look down at her, her naked body heaving; elbows tied behind her. Her whipped and swollen breasts forced outwards. The woman draws my lust...

A sheen of sweat covers her, making the welts over her breasts and ass and thighs glisten erotically in the caliginous light. Sticky sweet alabaster fluid seeps from her nipples to glissade down the belly of her breasts and onto her small tummy. I run the pad of finger over an extended and now sore nipple. I delight in the slick feel of her milk as it lubes my finger against her skin. I offer it to her and she sucks my finger into her cherry colored lips, tonguing it - lapping at the milk she produces for us.

The woman draws my lust. Not always a pleasant experience. I am a sadist.

I grab a handful of her hair and jerk her head back to descend with teeth bared upon her vincible skin as she cries out. I nip at her throat, sucking as much into my gaping, jagged maw as possible as I bite and lap my way to her heavy breasts to sink the cutting edges of my teeth into her tits, leaving angry dotted ovals in my wake.

I smell the sweet scent of her breast milk before my mouth finds a raw nipple. I revel in nursing from her, my lips over her soft warm flesh, drinking from her, pumping liquid from her - as she so often does from me.

nourrir les affamés

2011-09-27T12:25:00.018-05:00

Her cube isn't that far from my office. It's almost her lunch time. I slowly slide my chair back and wait.

She doesn't speak when she enters; the smirk on her face says enough. The only sounds are of the door - closing, locking, and then that of her clothes rustling as she crawls between my thighs, penned between them and the desk.

She looks up at me as she slides the zipper down to see if I am going to stop her, if I am going toy with her her, or if I am going to feed her right away. I laugh lightly and push her head down.

We do enjoy these lunches.

"You can leave the door open," I tell her when she saunters out.

petits actes

2011-09-24T19:57:00.012-05:00

Tears streak her face, diluting her eye liner, making her dark eyes darker. Her eyes often fascinate me at such times as these. They encourage me, beckon me, threaten to consume me - these bottomless eyes of hers, as I ply my craft, my sadistic arts, unto her.

A lovely woman, she looks all the more beautiful with her face flushed and reddened. I watch as her delicate nostrils dilate minutely as she breathes. My fingers caress her warm skin, envelop her slender throat. I note her pulse as my hand tightens and my thumb toys with the pressure point beneath a dainty ear.

She takes a deep breath, her obsidian eyes never leaving mine; her lips parted, supple and compliant. Her polished white teeth glisten faintly in the low light. Her lipstick is now gone. There is only a faint tinge of color to note it's existance before it was worn away from where I face fucked her earlier as I often do - holding her small wrists in my large hands while controlling her head as I stab into her mouth, impaling her throat until she is gagging and retching. Happily taking me until her lips are at the base of me, her nose pressed into me, as she suffocates and struggles to take me deeper and harder.

We both can smell the acrid scent of the small electronics soldering iron as it heats up next to her.

This is going to hurt.

Her clitoris throbs.

Le Pirate Conte du temps, nouveau

2011-09-17T16:28:00.000-05:00

The images rushed back at her; villagers startled pale and staring wide-eyed as the bells rang in alarm at the unfamiliar sails that had appeared in the harbor. The roiling froth of waves before the broad dark bows. The smaller boats attacking the shore as shots were fired, people screaming in fear and agony; then the steely clang and rasp of metal weapons clashing.

Then the sounds of her own screaming pierced her memory as heavy scuffing footsteps and shouts echoed through the narrow cobble-stoned streets. Dirty nailed fingers clasping at her, tearing at her clothing and her soft flesh. Large, rough hands clasping her, groping her intimately. The smell of sweating, unwashed men cursing and making threats as she struggled against over powering arms. She sought to fend them off, to raise her hands in defense of her person - but they were heavy and would not move.

She awakened with a start, her eyes snapping open wildly as she spun her head. She was alone in a room of some sort with mismatched furnishings that once had been expensive and beautifully crafted. She still wore the remnants of her dress. She felt something she couldn't see around her slender throat. A collar! Twisting her head back, she found that her hands were bound together and attached to an overhead lanyard, as was one of her legs, fixing her in an awkward position.

Suddenly, the room swayed with the protesting creak of hewn wood under tension. Her stomach tightened at the realization that she was on a ship. Reality crashed in upon her as she realized her plight - a captive of the pirates who had looted her seaside village. She had no knowledge of the others, of her family. They were affluent, landowners, and friends of the Governor of the small island. Perhaps they were all captives to be ransomed. She knew something of pirates; of how they raided and took the wealthy for ransom or slaves to sell. The ship lurched again and a wave of nausea swept over her. She felt her stomach respond, and closed her eyes, trying to calm her nerves and her stomach. She lay there, chained and distraught until exhausted, and fell asleep.

A noise brought her awake. She looked up into the face of the man who was now releasing her from the wall lanyard and lifting her, fixing her gaze on his piercing blue eyes. He released her, allowing her to stand, though her wrists remained bound. She flexed tentatively as her muscles and joints were sore from lying on the hard deck of the ship's cabin.

The pirate silently took stock of her. She noted his gaze as it lingered upon her breasts through her torn bodice and was humiliated at her state. Without a word, her captor attached a leash to a ring in the leather collar around her neck, then turned, and with her in tow led her out of the cabin and into the blinding sunlight.

She was suddenly on deck, vulnerable to dozens of salacious, leering glances. Her steps faltered and she found herself jerked forward, struggling to maintain her balance and remain upright as the pirate led her to the back of the ship and secured her into a rope harness. Before she realized the intent, she was cast over the side of the ship and into the water. She tried to surface, but was jerked hard after the ship by the harness. She struggled and fault for the surface to breathe as her body bore the brunt of salt water waves pummeling her body. Then, just as suddenly, she felt herself reeled back up onto the ship.

She instantly collapsed and lay on the smooth, wooden deck, pooling salt water beneath her and shivering from shock and cold as the rope harness was removed. She could still feel eyes of the crew pouring over her as she lay there soaking wet in her torn garments. She sought to regain her composure, still in shock of the events of the past day and this new indignation. The leash was reattached to her collar and she was lead back down the staircase and into the same room as before; dripping water.

She was keenly aware that she was alone with this tall, commanding pirate, who was obviously the Captain, and who had yet to speak to her. She struggled to regain her composure and to try and find a way to gain some advantage.

He turned to her and silently pushed her to her knees with a large hand first upon her shoulder, then lightly upon the crown of her head. A position that for her, was not that unfamiliar, and one that she had expected to find herself at some point.

Unexpectedly though, he stepped away and retrieved something from the large wooden desk that was to the side of the room. Taking the moment to look around, she could see two hammocks, the desk, several chests, and another door. Scrolls, maps, and books were arranged in a bookcase attached to one wall and several lanterns gently swayed from short chains attached to the ceiling. There were iron cuffs hanging ominously from a central post. The pirate approached her and cupping her chin, had her stand before him.

A game, she thought...

"I'd rather not have to break you. You will do my bidding. You will do so while never refusing or resisting me. Do you understand?" The man's voice was not at all unpleasant, nor his tone harsh, but mater of fact. Despite her plight, she felt herself responding to him. She nodded her acquiescence.

What's your name?"

"Amelia," she answered meekly.

"Good. Just so you know, I already knew your name. If you had lied to me you would gotten a taste of this." He indicated what she could now see was a short, multi-stranded whip. A "cat" or "Devil's Daughter", she would come to learn it was called.

"Never lie to me. When I speak to you, you answer me. If you must nod, you nod while answering me. Understand?"

"Yes."

A dark look flickered across his face.

"Yes, Sir!" She corrected herself.

A faint smile touched the corner of his mouth.

"Good girl."

Again, she felt a faint stirring in the pit of her stomach. She had often had fantasies of similar circumstances as these while laying in her bed at night, or when alone behind the rose garden with her slender hands under her garments, her fingers strumming her pulsing clitoris. Fantasies... Dark fantasies of being kidnapped by a handsome, roguish pirate; of being ravished on a deserted isle or sun swept deck as some large, strong man had his way with her.

She shivered. This was real. Wasn't it? She blinked several times as the reality of her situation gripped her.

Amelia aprehensively looked up towards the ceiling, then towards his face as he spoke again to her.

"The collar you're wearing is mine and bears my mark. It means you're now mine. Do you understand?"

She considered his words and thought again of the dirty men who had assaulted her during the attack and of the horde of ravenous eyes that had devoured her on deck. "Yes, Sir. I understand."

"I am Captain of The Wicked. You are here at my whim and you will serve me in all ways. Do you understand?"

Again her stomach tightened at the thought of what this could mean... and she felt another stirring as well. Her breathing changed.

"Yes, Captain." She said demurely.

He walked over to the center post and rattled the cuffs.

"In case I need you staying put..." he let the threat hang, then sat in one of the hammocks.

"Welcome to my world, Amelia. Again, it is important that you obey me and do not resist or disobey me. On such ships as these, perceptions are more important than realities. I have an image to uphold, and, as my slave, so do you. Any disobedience or attempts to resist me or to escape, and you will be punished - SEVERELY. I will not hesitate to use corporal means upon you, or to give you away or sell you if displease me. You need to understand that your value to me is in your ability to please me - in all ways. Do you understand?"

Amelia nodded. "Yes, Sir", she whispered.

"Come here."

She approached him, standing timidly before him, more aware of her vincibility than ever before.

The Pirate released her wrists, which she rubbed with each hand.

"Remove your clothing and kneel."

She hesitated and another tremble went through her.

"That wasn't a request, Amelia. Now remove your clothing."

Steeling herself, she unbound her bodice and stepped naked from her dress and underclothing. She then folded herself down onto her knees, her hands resting upon her thighs, and gazed up at him.

He smiled.

"You will kneel as you are now whenever I enter unless I instruct you otherwise. I will allow you dress when above deck, but you will always be in a state of undress here. If I tell you to crawl, you will crawl. You will eat what I give you, sleep where I tell you, and seek to please me at all times. Are we in accord?"

"Yes, my Captain." She answered as though succumbing to her fate.

She knew they must dock for supplies at some point. In her mind, she thought of opening one of the port windows and slithering through it to escape. She would have to bid her time and avoid being chained. She was adept at having her way with men and always before having them at her whim. Surely, she could bring this Pirate Captain to her whim as well, woo him and lull him until she could make her escape.

She hadn't been chaste since she was twelve and though discreet, she had taken many a sweaty young lad as a lover. The stable boys were always of strong back and rippling muscle and she often found herself belly to belly with a lively lad in one of her father's stables, the smell of dust and hay and sweat and sex permeating her nostrils as she fucked them and took their cocks in her mouth and cunt, before swallowing their orgasms or having it spewed across her soft belly. Her clitoris goaded her again at these thoughts.

She was suddenly more alive. She noted that he was also watching her intently as though he noted the changes in her - and that her mind was racing with thought. A smirk formed at the corner of his mouth. She parted her lips and touched the tip of her tongue to them, something that usually drew men in and had always worked in her favor in the past. Perhaps the Captain wouldn't be so difficult after all, she mused.

She barely saw his hand as it caught her along the side of her face, wracking her head back. She found herself reeling, her face stinging, but now her throat in his grasp.

"You little tart, you think you can toy with me, girl?"

He laughed and this laugh sent another violent shiver thru her.

"Think you can use those tricks on me?"

"No... no, Captain", she cried out as he slapped her again.

Amelia tried to protest and protect herself, but the Captain grabbed her by her hair and pulled her bodily to the post, lifting her wrists one at a time and attaching them in the cold and biting irons. Her wrists ached and she was forced to stay on her toes to relieve the pressure on them. Fearing she knew what was coming, she felt a colder fear grip at her heart, and she began to plead with the pirate.

"Please, I'm sorry... I do anything..."

The pirate ignored her, and jerked her head back by her hair. She could feel his mass, his strength, and now his anger. He forced a gag into Amelia's mouth, muffling her pleadings to faint whimpers. With only a slight sound of warning, she felt a vicious pain streak across her back, causing her to cry out through the gag. Again and again the cat struck at her as she was whipped across her entire back and torso as the strands of leather with beaded ends flayed at her flesh, wrapping her in a fiery, stinging embrace that found her breasts and nipples, her stomach, her back, ass, and thighs until she was gasping and crying and pleading against the gag.

Without compunction, the pirate Captain continued beating her as the sobs racked her body, and her tears streaked her face and chest. Her mind went numb and her upper body burned as on fire.

Finally, the beating stopped. She was released and allowed to collapse onto the floor of the cabin. Again she was collected up by her hair, then dragged led back to her original place. Again her wrists were attached to the lanyard. Finally, her legs were pulled apart roughly. Through the haze of pain and action, she felt a fleshy stab at her cunt, and then the unmistakable sensation of being impaled by a man. She felt the Captain's cock slide deep within her, painful at first, but then wetly as her cunt betrayed her plight. Her clit throbbed in response to the Captain's cock grinding against it, and her cunt flooded more and began to soak them both.

"Masochist!" The Captain suddenly spat at her and grinned a wicked grin.

She writhed beneath him, trying to move, but she was firmly pinned between the wall, the floor and the large, invading body upon her. The cock was pulled out and pushed back in with force and rhythm. She felt a hand clawing and scratching at the welts on her breasts and sides, pinching and tearing at her nipples. The sensations of it all drove her into a helpless haziness of lust. She could no longer feel anything but the cock plunging into her, filling her, as his pelvis crashed against her pulsing clitoris and clenching cunt. She was going to orgasm.

She squeezed her eyes and cried out loudly into the gag, her muscles contracting, bowing her up against the thrashing man fucking her. Then she collapsed, spent, waiting for the Captain to finish with her. She could feel his cock driven even deeper now, and then the sensation of fluid spewing hotly deep within her as the Captain roared like a great bull as his own orgasm wracked him, then he tumbled down onto her as he regained his breathing and his strength.

He lay there with her as she breathed through her nose, struggling for air beneath him. He lifted himself from her and lay next to her and removed her gag. Moments later, her legs and then her hands were released and she was pulled backwards and collapsed into the pirate's arms. She found his now gentle embrace insidiously comfortable. Her body chose that point to go unconscious.

End of part I... ~smiles

effectue le tombe

2011-05-11T20:27:00.000-05:00

She's pinned to the floor; my large, broad body imprisoning her.

"You nasty little ass slut", I hiss hotly into her ear.

I envelop her fully beneath me, pressing her face and breasts hard into the carpet as my cock throbs, hot and angry, inside her sopping cunt. It takes great effort to pull it from that sweet, sucking, clinging, cumhole.

I shove my angry cock, now wet and slippery, into her tight anus, feeling the tight little orifice yield and expand under the torque of my stabbing flesh.

She cries out and claws at the carpet and I stab into her again and again. There is no way out. She has no choice but to submit, to go with it, and to enjoy the brutality of it - and enjoy it she does.

And then she is fucking me back, my little ass slut, taking my hot, engorged cock into her secondary cunt. She whimpers and moans, now in pleasure; squirming, helpless beneath me, and loving it - whining with pain, writhing and bending in pleasure, as she tries to take more.

I slam her deep and hard, all the way inside her, pinning her again to the floor as my cock throbs and prods, wanting to keep going. She feels elated and light headed, maybe from the pain or the endorphins, but something else - the rich pleasure... and the heavy throb of her needy clit and her gluttonous, greedy cunt. She soaks my balls as they press against her cunt lips.

She moans into my hand, now wrapped around her face, and I feel the wet kiss of her mouth against my palm as she mewls and pleads, then begs to cum for me.

I begin working my cock in and out. With every stroke into her ass, her cunt clenches jealously as I push into places that amaze her to feel her body's response to... she simply reacts, gasping and moaning with each thrust.

As each becomes more forceful, her small body wracks and heaves. She grunts, arching her back, lifting her ass as my tempo grows and I pound into her faster and harder.

Lightning sparks up up her small spine. Waves of paralyzing pleasure sweep through her. Her body tightening, compressing beneath me, but as she rag dolls, it only makes me violate her more brutally.

I growl and rage like a great bull as the cum spews from me and deep into her bowels and we're both moaning loudly throughout our orgasms... And then it's over and I collapse down onto her, both of us coated in a sheen of sweat, twitching with the after shocks of our intense orgasms.

She loves how dirty it is to not only take it up the ass, but to crave it. It's filthy, slutty, wanton... Later her hands will find their way to her clit, and will finger herself to orgasm, remembering all... drenched with sweat, panting uncontrollably, wanting more... dripping, drooling, oozing...

il ya deux jours

2011-04-01T20:01:00.008-05:00

"U slit my throat", she texted as though still amazed.

It's been only two days since that cool, overcast day. That intense, orgasmic, traumatic - for her - day when I fucked her last, made her beg and whimper, had stripped her, whipped her, and reduced her, as I have so many other times, to sodden, satiated, and fucked out cumholes.

She lies in the tanning bed, a hand prodding at her ribs, bruised and sore. Her fingers diving between her slick thighs, savagely abusing my property, her slutty clit, as she recalls it all; recalls licking my shoe, recalls the feel of the belt over her back, her tits, her cunt, legs, and ass. She recalls how my angry, engorged cock thrust deeper, harder, faster into her sopping cunt over and over again. She recalls crying out, trying to lift her hips beneath my weight and bulk as I pounded her into the floor, of being battered down by my violent thrusting - opened, penetrated, fucked, and overwhelmed - just as she loves it.

She recalls me dragging the straight razor along her throat as I threatened to cut her nipples and clit, my cock twitching in response to her cunt's sweet drenching clench as she begged me not to. She cums in the tanning bed and wants more, but knows she doesn't have permission to take another.

I smile as I recall how she went limp as one of her wracking orgasms exploded within her, leaving her spent and as limp as soggy seaweed washed up after a violent storm.

I love the games I play with her, humiliating her, beating her, reducing her to want and need and deviant desire. Having her kneeling before me as she begs for my cock, as she reaches for it with tenative hands and pleading eyes, wondering if I am going to deny her or temporarily sate her. I love watching her face transform as my cock swells before her, within her, within her soft lips and wet mouth, all thick and heavy, brimming with life to feed her. She gets wetter as she smells it, smells the rich male scent of my cock, hypnotized by it's richness, the colors, the sheen of it; the sense of aliveness, the desires.

Then she tastes it. She whimpers and murmurs as she sucks.

Wantonly, helplessly, she came and kept coming two days ago, coming from my brutal defilement, from the way my cock kept spurting hot sticky sperm into the helpless cunts three that I own. Her mouth, her pussy, her ass.

I see her on the worn hotel floor, the smell of carpet and sweat and lotion and sex mingling together as the air conditioner hummed in the background to our hot, sultry fucking. Our final floor orgasms so intense as her awareness drained down to a single point - her cunt, that sweet, magical cunt that I make I her scrawl "For use and abuse" above before allowing her to orgasm sometimes at her work.

I pin her to the floor, stretch her wrists over her head, and slither up her small body to fuck her mouth. I fuck it hard, using her lovely face, grinding into her lips as I fuck and pump cum into that ravenous mouth. She gags, but keeps sucking, taking it, knowing punishment awaits if she can't. I reward her with a pulsing, spurting load of hot, salty-sweet cum. She nurses me clean and I rise up over her, recovering my breath and watching her.

She pants helplessly, her breath so hoarse she can barely speak. Her skin chilling as fuck sweat cools over her body as she recovers and tries to put together coherent thoughts.

Two days ago that was, and then there is tomorrow...

Fuller still

2011-03-17T18:32:00.007-05:00

She let out a yelp as I dragged her from the trail by her hair, and shoved her up against a tree. She steadied herself as the rough bark scraped at her tender skin and looked up at me with dark eyes, large and alien, under her long, dark hair.

She wore nothing but a t-shirt, a short skirt that barely covered her ass, and a pair of casual sandals. I torn the shirt and skirt from her and let my eyes roam over her face and then slowly down her body, taking in her already abused tits, my earlier bite marks still visible as misshapened ovals, the red marks and bruises up and down her slender torso - a scab of dried cum on the inside of a bruised thigh.

Her eyes glimmered with masochistic want as she stared back at me.

"You know I'm going to fuck you and hurt you some more. And know what, you little cock-whore? You're going to beg me to do it."

Her eyes flickered and she opened her wet mouth and moaned as I grabbed her by the throat, punched her in the stomach, and spun her around. She let out a strangled groan and doubled over, gasping for air. I shoved her onto the ground and she lay there panting and looked up at me. Then she opened her legs.

"You fucking little slut," I growled, kneeling over her; digging my fingers into her bruised flesh. "I'm going to fuck you up."

I rammed my cock deep through her now swollen lips and into her throat and she sucked me, gagging and whimpering, but wanting more. I smeared my precum and her saliva over her face, leaving a wet wedge over her cheek. Then I slapped her.

"Little slut wanna fuck?"

I knew her answer before the positive hiss escaped her mouth.

I pinned her knees and stabbed my cock deep into her cunt with a furious stroke. I was as hard as I'd ever been, and she took it all with a groan.

I felt the lust and fury ascending to a new level. Something exploded inside inside my mind, sending shards of salacious images tumbling in a torrent of lewd memories from fuckings past. I growled low and throaty and started slapping her, choking her, punching her; trying to break her goddamn pelvis with my own.

She cried out loudly when she came, flooding us both. Again.

And there we were; two animals fucking in a State park on a Sunday afternoon.

ce qu'elle veut

2011-02-27T21:02:00.001-06:00

She turns the handle and I come at her hard and fast through the hotel door, my hand, a paw clasping at her throat, gripping it, squeezing it. I pin her hard against the wall and watch as she struggles to breathe, her eyes widening with shock and fear, knowing that I am going to put her under. She trembles, shivering uncontrollably. My teeth lock onto her lip as my other hand hooks into her soaked, aching cunt, just before the room dims to her and I ease her to the floor...

And then there's the sounds that makes her shiver; that always makes her tremble with trepidation - that makes her flood and soak herself...

These particular sounds this day are those of my belt buckle being unbuckled, and then the raspy sound of the belt being pulled sharply from the loops. Her body tenses and her breath catches in her throat. I stand over her, folding the belt into a loop and smirking. I gauge her responses as I become more cognizant of my own. I can feel it, sense it, the darkening, the edge...

She breaks into a sweat in the silence just before the belt strikes her. Hard. She cries out in pain and shock as I strike her again and again, mesmerized by the welts and her excitement. She cries out again, begging as the pain drives white hot between her thighs, burning through her cunt, my cunt, and only working her further into a frenzy of need, want, and darker desires...

I lose count of how many times I strike her. Her voice changes, becoming deeper, huskier. Her eyes become glossy, darker, and alien. Her voice is now forced from her throat by the blows and I know that even now, her clitoris is engorged, pulsing, her hips rocking as I wrack her body with each strike of the belt across her back, her ass, her thighs...

She moans with desire despite the burning of her whipped flesh from the now sweet ache between slick, hot, folds...

From the floor, she watches me coax the cigar into a stub of bright orange heat and she smells the sweet scent of the honey flavored smoke. Her eyes widen as she sees me eyeing her nipples with bad intent through the smoke, and she touches the tip of her tongue to her lips.

"Burns hurt, Daddy." She has told me this on several occasions now.

She wants to suck my cock. She says this with gravity and conviction and then does so with impunity. I grin down at her as she attacks my cock with open mouth and closed eyes.

I remain unmoving, watching her nurse and fulfill her fetish for sucking cock. I grab her hair and pull her face into my abdomen, forcing her to gag and choke on my cock; suffocating her, watching mesmerized as she struggles, as her face reddens, as the tears stream down her cheeks. She heaves, gagging, then jerks against my fist. My hand is a blur when it strikes her across the face after I push her from my cock.

She gasps in shock and humiliation, panting, but wanting more. My hand is in her hair again, pulling her to me. Tears escape her eyes but her cunt weeps with her sweetness. I know she gets off sucking dick, knows she is a total suck slut, knows that she'll do it whenever, where ever, given the chance.

Her lips pursed tight around it, her tongue swirling beneath the head and shaft on the upstroke, cupping it on the down stroke, engulfing the whole thing into her throat. She murmurs and whimpers as she loses herself in the bliss of sating her oral desires. I tell her what I am about to do to her and she shakes her her and whimpers louder as I threaten her; threaten to burn her, to not fuck her, not to feed her cunts three the cum she desires in each greedy orifice...

I shove her back and down into the floor and straddle her head. I take her small wrists in my hands and stretch them out over her and prop myself on my fists and knees to fuck her mouth again. She is enprisoned beneath me, willing captive to my use, my abuse, my whim, and deviant desire.

I face fuck her mouth like a cunt in the floor, fucking her face deep and hard, shallow and lingering, until I want more of her. She groans and her hips rock and she warns me, in short, sharp words that she is close, that she needs to cum. She pleads, then begs to cum on my cock, to cum for me. I wrack her small frame with abandon as I fuck her hard, slamming, pounding into her in the floor, not caring that she is in pain from the way I have her pinned, or that her hips are cramping. Her thighs tighten and her hips give on last push on she cums hard beneath me. She floods over us both, crying out loudly as her orgasm wracks her.

She's still trying to catch her breath as I churn out my own orgasm. Greedy girl. She always gets what she wants - mostly...

Reveries de trois fois plus

2011-02-14T20:32:00.000-06:00

I smile from memories past of impassioned kissing, of her body melting into my embrace, of swimming naked by starlight, of seeing her smiling at me with those soft, gleaming lips over an intimate dinner and a glass of wine.

I think of lying on a beach, gleaming golden, and baking in the heat as the warm salty waters lap at us and I pull her to me to taste her now salty flesh and long to take her right then and there on the bleached sand, in the surf, beneath a fiery jealous sun as the undulating waves mimic those of our own...

And again I think of those damned delectable lips; lips as delectable and damnable as fabled forbidden fruit. If such lips Eve had possessed, she never would've needed anything more to lure Adam to her whims.

I smile once more - musing upon a muse...

Persistante Pensees

2011-02-14T02:14:00.003-06:00

She lingers in my mind, and in my mind, I see her over me with sunlight flitting through her dark hair as she softly radiates over me. I bask in her warmth and reside in her shadow and I watch as her lips glisten with a sparkle matched by that of her eyes.

Her mouth is sweet and wet and warm as she kisses me. I lie back and pull her small face to mine; kissing her mouth, licking her lips, sucking her succulent lower lip into the cutting edges of my teeth to nibble as though ripe fruit.

Her small hands are on my broad chest and she glides against me, one large thigh captive to hers as she wetly grinds and rides. She kisses my neck and the plates of my chest until I can take no more and I roll her off and over so that she is the one in shadow and it is she held captive and I glinting in the sunshine and kissing from above...

Orange crush

2010-12-30T16:54:00.000-06:00

She writhes next to me - glistening with a sheen of sweat as she pulls at her tethers. The sun is now past midday and smiles down warmly upon us. I lie next to her, also naked, also sweating. I hear waves crashing in the distance. The large butcher knife is almost the length of her torso and it's sticky, jaune gore, coated blade catches and refracts the sunlight as it rocks with her movements.

She is always beautiful, but more so when her face is flushed from exersion. She looks at me with her large pupiled eyes, as dark and enchanting as sin, as the sins of her wants, and her mouth moves of it's own accord as though invisible hands and strings manipulate her jaws and throat. The small cuts below her nipples and under her breasts look like fine silk threads of red.

I trace over her features with the pads of my fingers - her forehead, her small nose, her parted lips and chin, then over her breasts to pinch each nipple and tug at them with unmerciful fingers and she moans and tries to squeeze her wide tied thighs, to stimulate her already engorged and excited clitoris. I slide my hand down her small body, along her taunt tummy to the small patch of pubic hair above her slit to caress and stroke it. I love that small square of soft downy thatch - love touching it, caressing it, rubbing my face against it, grinding my cock into it...

My hand delves deeper, cupping her soft, swollen, weeping cunt. She grunts and moans wantonly as her clitoris makes contact with my hand and I smile a dark smirking smile. She wants to cum. She always wants to cum...

I toy with her clitoris as she makes little noises and humps against my hand as the ropes cinch into her caramel colored skin. She pleads to cum for me, desperately seeking permission, knowing I am far too enthralled with tormenting her at the moment to assent...

The oranges are plump and oozing their citrus nectar from where I sliced them earlier and placed them in the glass bowl next to us. I pick up an orange halve and bring it to her mouth. She licks it, running her tongue over the sliced fruit, lapping at the sweet slashed pulpy gore as I crush it in my hand and it's pulp tears and explodes and pours forth it's juice over her mouth and lips and chin and throat.

I pick up another sliced halve and hold it over her left breast and slowly squeeze, watching as the drops of acidic citric fluid form and reflect the light before dripping down onto her tanned breasts and to the fine, slender cuts I made earlier.

She whimpers and pulls at the ropes and writhes as the citric acid and sweat burns along the length of the cuts to her breasts and I marvel once again at her as she revels in pain and pleasure. She needs to cum, she begs. I grind the now mashed orange roughly against her clitoris and into her cunt as I lap fiercely at her breast and growl the demand she most adores - "cum."

"I rise and fall, and time folds into a long moment..." ~ Roethke

Le meilleur de nuits

2010-12-27T14:18:00.003-06:00

We enter the quaint, upscale restaurant in the small village just outside the city. We enjoy the ambiance and the hushed tones that allow us to speak quietly and playfully to each other. I take in her bearing and her dark, beautiful countenance. I note how she contrasts with the manila colored walls and the enormous oil painting that hangs behind her as I take pleasure in the work of art that she herself is...

She delights me as she always does and it amuses me when she is experiencing something foreign that she is enjoying. Her eyes are sparkling and wide while recording all details. She sits on my left with perfect posture and looks almost childlike as her feet barely touch the floor beneath the table. She fidgets with the linen and dishes with her charming mannerisms and after a while I pull her face to mine with gentle fingers and kiss her lightly. Her large coffee colored eyes gleam behind luscious lashes and glitter like black diamonds above the dazzling cranberry framed smile that rivals the white china before us.

Other eyes find her over glasses of wine and plates of food. They look, these eyes; lingering, lusting, thinking lascivious thoughts they cannot mask within the hound dog eyes of those who will never know her charms or the wickedness of wanton whims that they could not fathom that we frequent...

We dine, then linger over coffee. I present her a token of adoration and we kiss again before she whispers a complaint that the tablecloths here aren't long enough for her to slip unseen beneath them. I laugh, loving her libido and lascivious longings.

As we leave, the music of a live band greets us with a favorite song and we sit in the car, moon roof open, listening as we touch, and make out beneath the stars...

We drive around talking, planning, scheming, and dreaming on this night that neither of us ever wants to end. This best of nights...

rivage enchante

2010-11-14T10:30:00.014-06:00

It is an unusually warm day for this late in November. The sun glimmers above us, slowly arcing from almost directly above to the right of us, glimmering and winking at us through the pine boughs that shade us from above and marble our skin with shadows, as the water laps at the shoreline a few feet through the beach grasses beyond us.

We lie naked and sprawled across the blanket we spread over the damp, pine needle strewn sand and enjoy the sun and the breeze that floats over our naked and still sweating bodies. We lie there recovering from our torrid trysting as we replay, in sinful cinema, our actions of moments before...

I had pulled her naked body beneath me as I entered her heated, wet cunt, stabbing into her with a single thrust until our pelvises collided and I throbbed heavily inside her pulsing pussy, bathing within her wetness, cradling her head and small body beneath me with my large arms.

I feel the fat, mushroomed head of my cock pressed against her cervix, battering it as I piston in and out of her with hydraulic efficiency. My large, muscular body moves fluidly as I rise and thrust, my ass gliding and clinching as I batter her to orgasm, her head lolling back, eyes fluttering, whispered pleadings for permission to cum for me, as her manicured fingers clutch fervidly at my ass cheeks.

She cums hard for me, once, twice, three times, and lies panting beneath me, but still, there is something more that I want here - on a blanket on the shoreline with ancient twisted pines nodding above us. I pull my angry cock, wet and gleaming with a metallic like sheen, from her sweet cunt and roll her onto her stomach. I smear her pussy juices up from her sopping cunt to coat her welcoming anus, then stab into it. The small, tight space resists but for an instant before yielding to my force and desire and I slowly slide into her ass as my large hands find her hips begin pulling her on and off my cock; faster, deeper, harder...

She wallows her face against the blanket, her fingers clenching the fabric, her small back arcing down as she thrusts her ass back at me and croons her approval of her anal onslaught along the shore. Her voice changes as she pleads once again to cum for me as I fuck her ass. She cums once, then again, before I push her prone and close her legs beneath me, trapping her body under me as I pound my cock down, deep and hard, inside her ass until the need to cum overtakes me.

I bellow like a beast and pound, pound, pound into her tightest of spaces until my cum erupts from my cock, spewing hot and sticky down into her ass and I finally collapse down on top of her, sweating, panting, throbbing, and loving the feeling of her tight little ass continuing to squeeze and milk the last of my cum from me.

I lie on top of her until I recover my breath and my strength, then slowly pull myself from her, watching my cum seep from her ass to flow down the seam of her cunt to drip onto the blanket beneath her. I slide my hand over her back and kiss her shoulder.

We lay next to each other, watching the sun travel, enjoying the sparkling expanse of water, listening to the hypnotic sound of the small waves against the shore. Soon we will have to leave. Soon... but not before I take her once more here - on a blanket on the shoreline.

Spillway

2010-10-09T10:02:00.003-05:00

Her bedroom is on the 2nd floor of a town house with private patio and yard. The pink crepe myrtles are still lovely with flowers, despite the late season. We step naked onto her balcony, reveling in the warm Autumn air upon our naked flesh.

She kneels and takes me into her warm, wet lips and expertly coaxes my cock till it is writhing within her mouth and throat as my fingers cradle her head. Shortly thereafter, I pull her from her knees, my cock throbbing in protest of the interruption to her stimulations; a drop of precum glistening from the engorged head.

She leans forward, arcing her back, and thrusts her ass back at me as her hands tightly clutch the balcony railing. I take her from behind, enjoying the view of her slender back, and purple black tinge of her hair in the waning golden sunset.

I put my hands on her hips, and roughly began assaulting her cunt, fucking her in a steady, powerful rhythm that grows in ferocity and wracks her smaller body as I plow into her.

"Yessss... Hurt me, Daddy. Pleaseeeee...", she begs.

I grin a grin that is not nice. I slam her hard and deep and fast, then pull my soaked, pussy coated cock from her cunt and shift it upward. With a single stab I am in her ass as she whimpers and cries out at this forced invasion of her tightest space. I grab her wrist and ratchet her arm up the track of her spine, forcing her further down, forcing my cock deeper into her ass. I feel her body protesting this anal assault. Her cunt writhing for release, soaking my balls as they nestle against her clenching cunt.

I grab a fistful of her hair, and holding her head back and her arm up behind her back, I start a brutal assault of ass fucking her. I slam it into her, drawing my cock back and firing it hard and deep into her ass. She clings to the railing with one white knuckled hand, whimpering; begging me to rape her ass, to rip her apart as I rip into her over and over.

Her orgasm builds from the intensity of the ass fucking, from the sheer brutality of what I am doing to her, have been doing to her, will continue to do to her. Through half guttural noises, she pleads to cum for me. Then she does. She cums from the exquisite pain and sensations that are exploding through her body and from the pulsing of her excited clitoris.

Her small body wracks and seizes, then shivers and contracts. She soaks us both, and then my orgasm is triggered from the tight squeezing of her ass as it milks my cock. I fire gobs of cum into her ass, sticky ropes of swill that spurt out over and over until my orgasm subsides.

I release her and let her hold on to the railing, then pull my cock from her ass and push her to her knees. Taking my cock in my hand, I extract the last of my cum into her mouth as she kneels naked on her balcony, cum seeping from her ass.

She smiles up at me and thanks me for her house warming present...

of Writhing Waves and PDAs...

2010-10-06T18:20:00.004-05:00

"Room 120", the clerk said, and the significance of the number strikes us both. But of course it would be and it was. The fickle Gods were favoring us this fine Friday in which all was aligned to perfection.

And hours later, hours after we had touched and caressed, sucked, nibbled, nuzzled, cuddled; hours in which I have pawed and mauled, and marked her; hours spent slithering and sweating, orgasming repeatedly, then recouping spent energies, till now.

Now she perches in the chair and watches me as I glide beneath the warm water that envelops me like a familiar lover.

From her vantage, she commits to memory the large, shimmery kalidescope of reflected broken aqua and bronzed colored skin that makes up my form beneath such surfaces. She records my movements, and envisioned me swimming naked elsewhere and in the dark beneath the stars.

I shark forward, then arc upward and burst through the warm salty water and sling the excess from my hair. I turn to face her and greet her happy gleaming smile with one of my own and find myself ensnared within her dark eyes, where she captures all for replay and reminiscence.

Soon she will sink into the lapping depths with me, come to me, wrap her arms around my neck and close her beautiful eyes as she kisses me as my large arms hold her tightly... soon... now...

Second room on the left

2010-10-04T17:10:00.029-05:00

The coolness of the store contrasts with the late summer heat outside as we enter and are greeted with the smells of leather, linen, and floor wax. She follows me through the men's section as we search for a new button up. We find a silver pin stripe that will fit me through the shoulders and I head for the changing room.

"You coming?" I taunt with a smirk and am greeted by her ever ready smile.

The door opens beneath my touch and we enter the small cramped cell. I am on her in an instant; pushing her against the wall, my mouth upon hers, my hands tugging at her blouse. Pent up desires pour from us both as I ravish her with mouth and hands, then spin her in place and mash her against the wall before sliding my hand down to her heated wetness and her engorged clitoris.

She moans softly, whimpering, as she asks to cum for me. I growl a response and feel her knees give out as the orgasm explodes within her, then I hold her upright as she shudders through her orgasm and recovers her breath and knees.

"I want that cock, Daddy", she says; lust changing her voice. Her lovely face glazed with passion, she descends then looks up at me from her knees with large eyes as dark as sin before she engulfs me within her soft, warm, and wet mouth, and begins nursing my cock larger and harder, loving how it swells and fills her mouth and throat.

I pull my shirt off and we both watch her in the full length mirror as she sucks my cock, down on her knees, in the department store dressing room. I grab the wall fixtures and curse in muted tones that the room isn't large enough for me to shove her back and down to fuck her on the floor.

I feel the familiar sensations begin to as my orgasm nears. My scrotum lifts, then tightens to nestle against her small chin, as my cock pulses within her mouth. She clamps the thick length of me with her bright white teeth and bares them to me with a feral look. I lightly slap her face and grip her raven locks and she resumes sucking, as her tongue swirls beneath it. The orgasm racks me and my cum floods the chambers of my cock and spurts forth in sticky ropes into her cum hungry mouth as I feel myself liquefy and pour into her.

I rattle the walls and sway above her until she has taken it all and sucked me clean, then tongues me further, hoping for a last drop of pearlescent dessert. I smile down at her as she smiles back.

Time to go. I am sure one of those announced codes must be about the couple in the second dressing room on the left...

fessee mauvaise

2010-09-15T18:45:00.003-05:00

The room and all it's contents but her are diffused within my vision. The heat of her small body warms me as she lies next to me, naked and exposed; looking up at me with her sin colored eyes and I drown within the faint scent of cocoa butter and her saccharine smile.

Her small, naked body nestles against my larger, broader one as I hold her within my arm, my desire, my control... Shoulder, bicep, forearm, and hand bracketing her as she submits to my wanton whims: splaying her flat upon the bedding, pulling her body into me as I penetrate her with my eyes.

My large, strong hand glides over the womanly terrain of her body, teasing her breasts as I squeeze them hard enough to destroy pulpy fruit, and yet, she only moans in response as her taunt tummy ripples and she rocks her hips, lifting her cunt as though fucking an invisible lover. She will be bruised and will delight in the marks...

I squeeze and release each of her breasts in turn, hard, before moving my hand over the flat plain of her stomach and to the small square of carefully trimmed thatch below. Her breath is now rapid and heated as it escapes her glistening lips and she watches as my hand pushes her raised thighs apart and ascends a sleek leg.

She parts her thighs further and lifts her soft, swollen cunt for me. I sense her anticipation, feel her tension, as she prepares for what is coming, her pussy spanking. I smirk to myself as I toy with her, trailing the pads of my fingers over thighs, her cunt, her ever greedy and goading clitoris.

I cup my fingers, then gently swat her, enjoying the feel, the sensation, of her moist cunt kissing my hand and of her neatly Frenched pubic hair against my palm. Then I do it again, and again, slowly lifting my hand into the air for dramatic effect before slashing it down against her increasingly wet pussy - slapping, smacking, swatting it... spurred on by her moans and the way she is now thrusting up to meet the blows as I pummel "my" pussy.

Her moans become whimpers as she pleads to orgasm. I ignore her until her pleading turns to whispered begging, then louder as her need for release grows.

"Cum! Now!" I demand.

Cum she does, shuddering and mewling, her eyes squeezed shut, her wet, glistening mouth wide open, her pretty little head lolling back as her hair washes over the bedding like a wave.

I hold my hand against her hot sex, grinding my fingers in unison against her, her swollen cunt glistening from her wetness as she lies next to me, panting, within my arms.

Je te regardais le changement

2010-08-31T16:44:00.013-05:00

I stand in the darkened coolness of the hotel room mesmerized by the way she looks back at me with eyes of almond and chocolate. Her head is twisted over a small tattooed shoulder, small face framed by tousled dark halo. The vertical bars of her arms extend over her, cuffed and attached to the lanyard that extends her.

Soon... soon, she shall dangle for me as I seek to pull her from her tethers by her sweet, welcoming, wetness; my large, strong hand, cupping, gripping, squeezing her most sensitive spaces as I lift her from the floor and marvel as her pretty painted toes glitter like diamonds in the caliginous light.

The excited trepidation within her sends a tremble of fear and excitement of what I am about to do to her. She watches me as I stand naked behind her, the heavy coil of soft rope I will first use to flog her, gripped in my hand and she shivers involuntarily.

The luscious dark lashes flutter as her lids become heavy with desire and she arcs her small back, lifting her ass and presses her breasts, her hardened nipples, into the cold, stained, wood of the door.

Pressing my large body into her, my cock nestling against the cleft of her ass and the sweep of her lower back, her warm, vincible skin an electric kiss to my own.

I extend a hand and take her throat and chin and pull her head back and up as her soft, pliable lips part to meet my own... and I am once again - lost within her tides...

si mechant

2010-07-22T20:32:00.000-05:00

"Stealing from me?"

"No, Daddy. I was just touching; making sure my shave was up to standard is all," she lied with hopeful smile.

He laughed. She could be soooo Goddamn cute...

"Gonna to beat my ass, Daddy?"

There was no mistaking the tone in her voice; the wicked melange of lustful want and anticipation rising from deep within her. She lewdly rubbed against the swelling fly of his slacks.

Now, cramped and trembling, aching with need, she found herself bound - unable to touch either of them.

He stood naked before her, smirking – and stroking his cock.

“You’re so mean…” she whined.

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103 words...

un regal pour les sens

2010-07-15T18:59:00.003-05:00

She trembled in anticipation; enchanted as strong hands caressed her yielding flesh, gasped sharply as the fangs sank into her savory flesh.

She swooned, arching backwards; her resistance, her breath, her blood, taken from her in short, hard siphons.

She felt the moist breath against her skin, the steely grip; her mind draining along with her blood as their bodies melded together - so very close, so very tight …

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69 words...

s'adoucir

2010-07-08T20:10:00.023-05:00

Consuming, violent, and decadent I am. Driven, beaten, hammered, she is - tempered within the decadent downpour of storming desire, a raging tempest boiling within her. It's cascading swells and relentless torrents sluice from her soaking all in it's wake.

Held fast, she drowns in swirling pools of lust and depravity, of deeper, darker desires; of brooding eyes and thunderous bellows, of oft sadistic threats that burn through her brain like glowering forks of rarefied lightening.

Lost in the storm, there she writhes - between the Devil and the Deluge, weightless upon wanton waves, captive within crushing embraces, an impassioned prisoner to sweet and violent kisses, bruising bites, and merciless trysting, as she floats along in a flood of us...

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une conscience aigue

2010-07-01T20:24:00.008-05:00

Sensitive, and easily aroused, Lacet’s nipples had always been a source of embarrassment.

She lay prone as Amelie attended to her. Lacet could smell Amelie’s perfume, her shampoo, her cosmetics; the warmth of her touch - see the sweep of her breasts.

The light beyond Amelie streamed into Lacet’s face as she slid a hand along Lacet's mouth. Despite Lacet's helplessness, and her total submission to the ministrations of Amelie, she was acutely aware of her arousal.

Her attraction to Amelie was unmistakable. She blushed, mouth agape, as she felt the familiar, hardening, tingling, within her bra and knew her hated nipples were protruding like twin buoys on an ocean of desire.

Her breath caught in her throat as she felt her loins liquefying, her clitoris throbbing, her hated nipples erect and aching for attention.

She closed her eyes and envisioned Amelie kissing, nibbling, grazing upon her breasts and her hypersensitive nipples. She squirmed; squeezing her thighs tightly, as Amelie ignored her fidgeting and continued to clean Lacet's teeth.

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un aperçu du samedi

2010-07-01T17:32:00.000-05:00

She slides to her knees and tears at my cargo shorts, opening my fly, tugging at my boxer briefs to reveal my swelling flesh. She lunges in, face first, her red rimmed lips glistening in the soft light, contrasting with her manicured nails.

I catch her head, holding her off, grinning as she bobs in my grasp; pouting and protesting with my cock in her fist. I slap her face, once, twice, then let her endulge upon my flesh as I watch, fixated on her sucking me.

I step back and away, toying with her, watching her adjust her knees on the carpet to come to me again, gagging herself, coating my cock with her warm, wet saliva. I pull her head into me, forcefully impaling her face, pressing her nose into my abdomen, feeling her gag and retch.

Pushing her away, I let her gasp for air as I retrieve the 6' length of rope I brought with me. I double it up, then cinch it tightly around her throat, leashing her with it while she returns to her ravenous cocksucking.

Then I walk off with her in tow on her knees, leading her to the bed...

Un Samedi en Juin

2010-06-29T20:55:00.005-05:00

We lay next to each other in a surreal, dream-like state where boundaries between what is real and what is not blur and merge. A state so vivid we bask languidly upon it's familar shores as our bodies relax into each other's warmth.

We do this within a darkened, East facing room while distant thunder jealously rumbles and a deluge of rain melts down the large window pane.

Even in the dim light, my azure eyes record her every detail; every curve, every freckle, and dimple, and arc of her slight form. My large hands maintain contact with her soft, warm skin. My fingers trail delicately over the welcoming canvas of her small body.

I spread her out before me, exploring her womanly terrain as if new found territory. My hands hover over her increasingly hot expanse, making contact along her throat and down the valley between her breasts; taking and testing their purchase of her.

My mouth: lips, tongue, and teeth glide along her sleek surfaces as I breathe in her sweet, rich scent and randomly sample her flesh, reveling in the taste, feel, and texture of her in my mouth. She savors my sweet and violet kisses and mewls in reaction to my brutal bites.

I explore her hot, moist, all enveloping flower, and for indelible moments, caress her with such sensual care she marvels at the foreignness of the gentle sensation.

But this isn't what she wants.

Her longing rises up to meet me, giving her over, surrendering her agency, betraying, conspiring, her lustful demise. She marvels at my cognizance of her; my ability to read, to perceive, to know, her - exactly what she wants and needs and when and how. My ability to recognize the fluid nature of her dark desires and capricious cravings.

She yearns again and again and again for the collision our lips, our bodies, my insistant, invading sex as I take her, repeatedly.

And on this savory Saturday in June, she savors. She savors and records in sweet, sinful cinema each dark, deviant, slap, punch, squeeze, bite, and rope burn. Each kiss, each growl, each thrust, each time I jerk the cinch around her throat and wrench her head back and around.

Soon after we part, she calls me to seek forgiveness for stealing another orgasm in the confines of her car. She was thinking, remembering, and just couldn't stop it from happening.

And on this rainy Saturday in June, I laugh and forgive her her theft, and marvel once again at her for simply being her.

a study in chiaroscuro

2010-06-24T19:39:00.002-05:00

He gauges the minutes that have passed, then enters the room. It is cool and dark. She sits; perched on a pedestal.

It has been almost seven minutes now. Her lips are still red and swollen from earlier exertion, her cheeks still flushed.

He leans in close to her and speaks sotto voce. His voice: soothing, hypnotic.

He kisses her below her right ear as he slides a hand around her waist and down to the small lock that attaches her to the pedestal, then beneath it to caress her swollen sex. Her moans are low, but audible.

He continues to speak softly to her, pausing only to kiss her neck, her shoulders, her back, with slow deliberation.

He has deprived her much this night. Her senses dulled from his sensual assault on her aching body.

His large hands glide lovingly over her.

He speaks a solitary word. Her cries of pleasure in response echo through the chamber.

They watch. They see her utter helplessness, her total exposure, to his whims as her release makes the display stand slick with her wetness.

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Rappelez vous le Alamo

2010-06-24T16:40:00.004-05:00

"Ever been to San Antonio?" He asked me, fresh from his vacation.

I smiled. "Yeah, I've been to San Antonio ..."

I pulled her up from her knees, my cock and her lips and chin glistening with her saliva, then guided her towards the balcony railing, my cock pointing the way.

“Here? Someone could see us...” she heatedly whispered, wide eyed on the balcony of the soaring hotel above the Paseo del Rio and in walking distance of the Alamo.

I didn't answer. Instead, I leaned her against the railing, lifting her skirt up to reveal her naked ass in the late afternoon light as my fingers took purchase of her flesh.

She looked down onto the busy Riverwalk as she spread her legs for me, then closed her eyes and braced herself.

"You're so bad," she murmured as she rolled back into me. My right hand pawed at her breasts, seeking a nipple to clasp and roll; my left was welded to her hip.

Her knuckles were turning white from her grip on the rail when we both came hard and fast, thrusting together.

We had meant to tour the Alamo that day. We never made it...

There stands the door

2010-06-24T10:28:00.001-05:00

... you know the way down.

*sourires*

luna mauvais decroissant

2010-06-21T21:09:00.005-05:00

"That orbed maiden, with white fire laden
Whom mortal call the moon
Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor
by the midnight breezes strewn..."
~ Shelly

In the night she stands, moonlit bathed and silhouetted, her caramel colored skin, dusky under the moon’s summoning light. Her scent, faint in the breeze, peaks my senses. Languidly, she drops onto all fours, chrome adornments twinkling, glistening.

I tower over her and attach the leash, stroking her hair. Her coffee colored eyes, abysses of desire as she nuzzles against me with primal need.

I raise the belt and bring it down hard, fulfilling her cravings - marking her mine.

Fingers, more claws now, grasp at my hips as I speak her, sotto voce. Warm, dark words - commanding words, send waves of lust coursing through her greedy sex. She humps my leg like an animal with frantic, hurried thrusts, grinding again and again.

She humps, she grinds, she nuzzles my cock through my pants. She begs to suck. I free the cock she so desperately wants to taste and she sucks it loudly in the night. I groan, then growl, my face dark and terrible, as I shoot rope after sticky rope of cum into her gluttonous maw.

She orgasms while humping my leg, the taste of my cum in her mouth, eyes closed, kneeling in the dew of the night, swimming in dark desires.

"From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring."
~ Poe

teaching elle

2010-06-17T20:52:00.001-05:00

"...the Iron Curtain had well and truly fallen."

She read the words aloud as I entered, then tossed the book aside with haughty mien and arrogant smirk.

"You’re late." She said brashly.

I ignored her accusation and stood over her, appraising her with a smirk of my own while I felt myself coiling, my pulse slowing as it does when I am preparing to strike.

Her pretentious profile scrolled within my mind:

"I am a slutty little cock tease, with a hot body I like to show off. I love the thought of men looking at my body – at what they will never have.

I feel I should be punished for my actions. I need to be punished. I deserve to be beaten and used, very hard and very violently. I should be kept as a sexual slave and used over and over.

I think I need to be taught a lesson, don’t you?”

I did indeed. I knew exactly what she needed...

And now she sat before me, resplendent, overly confident in her sexuality; arrogance oozing from her. The leather chair creaked as she slowly crossed her naked legs and opened her coat to reveal that she was bare beneath; a sexually empowering ploy meant to tease and distract.

“Kneel,” she said, smugly pursing her lips at me - and testing my patience once again.

I smiled, baring whites, then seized her throat; watching with enthralled fascination as her eyes flared, then glazed with desire, her mouth parting wetly; invitingly.

I jerked her into the floor before removing my belt.

There was no one in the room to hear her whimpers as I gave her what she needed.

~~|~~~|~ -&- ~|~~~|~~

Flash Fiction Fridays

quelque Chose De macabre

2010-06-17T10:06:00.001-05:00

Pretty, Dark, things ... Les choses macabres...

Happy HNT

*smiles*

rendered

2010-06-16T22:35:00.005-05:00

There are certain things you should tell someone who lacks compunction with care. I note. I compile. I wait...

I reflect on how well her slender throat fits my calloused hand as her carotid artery pulses beneath the pads of fingers that are attached to her like remoras.

My thumb dents the skin beneath a delicate ear; the soft tissues and cartilage of her throat there for the rendering, for the taking.

Just a little squeeze...

I reflect upon prideful words spoken of enduring pain, of not shedding tears, of not tapping out.

These boastful words from long ago replay softly, repetitiously, within my mercurial mind as I feel first her fingers, fluttering as frantically as the beating wings of a frightened bird, then her beautifully manicured nails, as hard as talons, digging half moon impressions into my coiled bicep as I constrict and crush her throat.

Later still, I hear their faint echoes again as I lick the fabled tears that would not be shed. I stare into the teary, mirroring pools of her eyes, captivated by the fear, affection, and excitement firing and glazing within.

I dangle her over the edges of new depths as she rag dolls into my arms, then cradle her back, kissing away her tears as she closes her beautiful eyes and orgasms yet again for me...

Tell me...

2010-06-15T18:04:00.005-05:00

Tell me, babygirl, Have you been my good slut today?

Did you take care of Daddy's pussy? Make her edge, swollen and hungry, like I directed you to do?

Did you lock your office door and push your damp panties down to grind your wet, swollen fuck flesh on the corner of your desk, like Daddy said?

Did you fantasize about crawling naked and leashed across the room to suck the cock of the one you serve? Of feeling my large, rough hands on your soft, satiny flesh; pawing, kneading, controlling you - slapping you around as you drooled on and sucked this cock?

Did you long to feel these strong fingers intertwined into your hair as I face fucked you? As I controlled your mouth and throat and life providing breath? As I forced you to take this fucking thing deep into your throat, gagging you; suffocating you till the tears ran from your eyes?

Did you think about me withdrawing your throbbing tormentor, your object of wicked worship, to smear your slick saliva over your face, slap your reddened cheeks and tell you what a pretty little whore you are, before throat fucking you again to feed you your cream?

Tell me... tell me, my little suckslut, did these things make you writhe today?

Cuck and Bull story

2010-06-10T20:51:00.001-05:00

He was so undeserving, her little cuckold. His desires no longer meant anything to her, except when they matched her own.

"They" wanted a bull for her. A bull she found: a big magnificent one. One who stepped from her dark fantasies. A man who could sate her, deny her; pleasure her in ways no other had ever.

Denied any part of the two’s torrid trysting, her little cuckold whined to at least watch, to see her take the bull’s cock, to worship the marks of another left upon her.

Maddened by heated murmurings behind walls, and driven by lust, he stole to the door, easing it open to watch with wide-eyed glee.

~~|~~~|~ -&- ~|~~~|~~

Flash Fiction Fridays

tous à bord

2010-06-09T20:44:00.005-05:00

The old train yard is now a vacant relic of times past. Unused rails rest like rust colored welts upon the earth and the rotted crossties look like decayed stitches. Occasionally, distant freight cars still use the main tracks and you can hear the rumbling sounds of the cars and the lonely whistle of an engine as it slices through the night as it passes by.

She has been here before... She is next to me now: naked, wrists cuffed, leashed by the dainty silver chain looping from the ringed bar in her clitoris hood to my hand. Her almond eyes gleam with the possibilities of what I will do with her, to her, as we explore these tracks and trains.

And I'm thinking things... very, very, wicked things...

My hands ache to knead her flesh and press her roughly against these ancient mammoths. The heavy timbers fashioned into railcar siding smell of dust, decay, and enamel paint baking in the June heat. The texture is rough and imprints her smooth, silken flesh. The heavy, cast iron frames of the trains are unyielding, and heated by the sun, searing to the touch; perfect for making her writhe.

Lighting these old cars consisted of kerosene lamps either suspended from the ceiling or used in brackets attached to walls. Brackets that are now empty and available for other uses...

I smile a small smile and attach her to a wall bracket and delight in the aroused apprehension in her eyes and nervous smile as I remove the heavy coil of rope and the 5 pair of shiny vice grip pliers from the black bag.

This is going to be fun...

Il faisait noir

2010-06-08T17:34:00.005-05:00

The parking lot was dark, and I was there alone while waiting on her to pick me up. I smiled when I heard the throaty growl of her engine and saw her headlights slashing through the night like my belt would soon be doing across her ass.

Her little red "whore-vette" is as flashy and sexy as she is. I folded myself into it as we exchanged smiles and greetings. She was naked except for a tight white t-shirt cut off below her breasts. Her banded nipples probing throught the thin fabric. I kissed her, then told her to spread her thighs.

I didn't have to repeat myself.

She sat there, thighs spread, dark eyes reflecting dashlights, her teeth together in anticipatory fashion, waiting to see if I were going to stroke her already wet pussy - or spank it.

I did neither.

Instead, I smirked and trailed the pad of a finger up a smooth thigh and drew small circles.

"You're such a fucking tease," she said while squirming.

I laughed and pulled her over to me by a nipple and bit her lower lip. I then told her to drive.

There would be plenty of time to play with that naughty little pussy back at her home, when I had her bound, beaten, and at my mercy.

la visite

2010-06-07T20:52:00.002-05:00

I fill the doorway of her office, ignoring the curious stares of her coworkers, and gaze at the way her dark hair cascades down over her shoulders and at the familiar vision of the top of her head.

She glances up and sees me, her eyes sparkling with a gleam matched by her sudden smile. She pauses for an indelible moment as she takes me in, the sweep of my shoulders, the broadness of my chest and the taper of my waist. Her eyes travel down the length of me and back up. She wonders, briefly, if I am really there, or if this is yet another of her fantasies.

I close and lock the door as she rises excitedly and rushes to me as I peel off my clothes to stand naked in her office while she envelops me in her arms. I fist her hair, pulling her head back, and kiss her, holding her tightly against my nude body. I kiss her face, her neck, and the soft skin just below her ears.

Her soft moans are almost inaudible. We cannot make too much noise or have the door closed too long...

I knead my fingers into her ribs and the small of her back, then cup her ass to pull her into the thigh she is already grinding against as her small hands tightly grip at my shoulders.

We break our kissing and her lips are red and parted; swollen from exertion. Her cheeks are flushed and her breathing rapid. I can feel her knees weakening with her desire and I let her sink to the floor as she clings to my hips and stares intently at my cock. She glances up at me, her eyes full of lust and trepidation as she waits to see if I am going to deny her.

I smile and do not stop her as she mouths me, her eyes closing, her face relaxed with pleasure.

I listen to the sounds her mouth makes as she greedily sucks me as I loom over her in her office. I growl a small growl and struggle not to muss her hair as I face fuck her.

And then I cum; her on her knees in her office, her fingers pinching at my nipples, my cock furiously throbbing, shooting streams of sticky white arcs as I pump into her face.

I'll be seeing her again later; after work... when I have her all to myself for the night.

Le placard

2010-06-04T21:43:00.003-05:00

12' long. 7' wide. A 9' ceiling. It has two doors that open into different rooms.

The cross beam is mounted perpendicular to the rafters. Any weight on the beam is evenly distributed.

There is a 8000 lb rated towing chain attached around the beam. An 1800 lb. hand ratcheting winch is attached to the chain. The winch drum has 25' of black nylon strapping and a gleaming, ominous metal hook attached to it. I can control the speed and tempo of the hoisting.

The solid carbon steel gears of the winch click loudly when employed.

Welcome to my closet...

frustre

2010-06-03T22:02:00.002-05:00

Her back ached from the awkward position.

He touched her gently. Too gently. She squirmed, feral with aggression from restrained desire.

His hands caressed her with sensual familiarity; his voice, low, sultry.

“You know I am going to hurt you.”

She throbbed at the promise, fought the agonizing pain and pleasure as the short, taut chain stretched the tissues of her clitoris and nipples.

She couldn’t halt the desperate spasm of her cunt.

“Please let me cum,” she begged desperately.

“No”.

~~|~~~|~ -&- ~|~~~|~~

Flash Fiction Fridays

Resister a la tempete

2010-05-31T09:52:00.001-05:00

I watch her wet, glistening lips swell over me like a warm ocean wave; cresting, breaking, encompassing me, drenching me within her depths.

I am awash with waves of epicurean sensation from lustful bobbing. Each movement, a warm, new surge of sensuality as her mouth drenches me and her tongue darts and flicks against me.

I close my eyes and delight in the warm deluge as her flowing hair caresses my skin and I feel myself drifting deeper into her, swimming along currents of pleasure, currents that arc my back, that manifest themselves in the coursing pool of opalescent liquid that churns, ready to gush forth, from within the chambers of her objet de la convoitise.

I can feel my much savored control slipping from me like saltwater through fingers as she sucks my orgasm to the teeming surface. Behind closed eyes, I can see advancing waves echoing a seething horizon already turning to white.

Her teeth find purchase in my turgid flesh and take hold, lightly scraping, gnashing, capturing her willing, writhing captive as her tongue swabs about. Her throat: a tidal pool sucking me down, pulling me further, taking me farther along on virtual white-capped waves of rapture.

Soft fingers glide up along my frame like surf along the shore, taking acquisition of my nipples as my curling, clutching fingers tangle within her onyx locks. She rocks to, then fro, as I heave beneath my valiant vassal, then like a tidal wave building strength and force, I feel myself tightening, coiling, drawing back, back within for the fury to follow.

And then, in an unfathomable moment that I never want to end, the wracking tempest is unleashed. Showering spurts and ripples of silvery arcs flow into her maw, breaking like sea foam upon her tongue; sliding, surging with a scent of saltwater, a scent like no other.

And afterwards, after we have ridden out the storm of orgasm, I am washed up onto a distant shoreline to lie panting, still clutching onto her, drenched and spent, and there is only the euphoria and the soft sensation of her small hands and sultry lips upon my body.

Circa 1476

2010-05-27T21:02:00.005-05:00

The initiate stood with the others, mesmerized by the salacious scene within the temple: The esteemed priestess of Tlazolteotl, taking the Centzon Totochtin onto her; into her.

The initiate’s loins liquefied, her clitoris throbbing, as she watched the oiled and naked ones stabbing into the priestess with their steely pricks, filling her with their milk until it flowed freely from her.

She knew one day it would be she lying there, surrounded by throngs of bodies, taking of the 400.

The fervent priestess surveyed the standing initiates over glistening shoulders. As she orgasmed, her eyes lusted for the bounty of feminine flesh waiting to attend her, for the soft lips waiting to drink the warm, seeping nectar of the gods from the womb incarnate of a goddess.

~~|~~~|~ -&- ~|~~~|~~

Flash Fiction Fridays

hhnt

2010-05-27T16:30:00.000-05:00

Happy HNT, yous...

*grins*

Pink Slip

2010-05-20T20:40:00.000-05:00

"Please. Not here. Not in front of them." She begged.

He muscled her back against her now idling car. She could smell gasoline, acrid tire smells, and the testosterone in his sweat.

The others were raucously laughing, cat calling as their headlights illuminated the couple through the smoke.

"Time to pay up, little girl," he sneered, sliding a rough hand up a sleek thigh to her slick, pink slip...

~~|~~~|~ -&- ~|~~~|~~

Flash Fiction Fridays

ma bonne fille

2010-05-20T18:45:00.015-05:00

She wants to be my good girl, my compliant girl; my Dirty, Deviant, nasty, little girl.

She wants the alliteration I provide her. She wants to fulfill every lust filled and filthy thought that boils through my devious mind like dark ominous clouds over a sun kissed horizon. The sinful gleam in my blue eyes and the arrogant smirk of my lips alluring and taunting her.

She lusts for the noir images that flicker in sinful cinematography through her mind's lascivious eye. She replays these vicious vignettes, wanting again these things I do to her. She needs these things I do to her. Her clit throbs in anticipation. Her pussy swells. She soaks herself slick with desire.

The line between her wants and needs has never been that well defined, it is often as nebulous as the opalescent cum I spatter across her soft skin and smear over her parted lips.

Her wants and desires prove irresistible to her. Cravings she cannot fully control on her own. She needs to be controlled. She needs, wants, to be punished. Punishment: Corporal; swift, with the warm familiar pain that envelopes her, heightening her passions, elevating her senses. A thought of what I can do with a belt in my hand makes her shiver.

She craves the feel of the leather's strike across her soft skin and my strong hands on her vincible flesh: bending her, folding her, crushing her. She seeks dark pleasures and rich, decadent pain. Not just any pain, but the sinful and sensual pain that I indulge her. The sweet, sinful pain that makes her cunt clench, her clit throb wildly, and her sweet nectar seep from her and flow wetly like a pierced over ripe plum.

Her appetites are intoxicating, a libidinous libation. She whimpers within my crushing grasp, her breath catching in masochistic enthrallment, where she needs me to take everything I need, want, and desire from her without ever asking if she has had enough and to only stop when I am finished.

And when I am done with her, our fleeting appetites sated, she needs me to hold her and kiss her and tell her she is my good girl...

capacite creatrice

2010-05-13T21:30:00.000-05:00

While she relished his creative capacity for inflicting pain upon her silken flesh, his smile never eased her apprehension at seeing a new accoutrement.

Her mind whirled. She hated ice. Fucker had probably frozen it. Damn him!

The chair he bound her to was framed by a rectangle of golden sunlight, bathing her in glowing warmth.

Thighs tied wide over wrists; her cunt and clitoris throbbed, vulnerable and exposed.

He lingered, examining and caressing her fading badges of sessions past, gently caressing her clitoris; nerve endings teeming - all while murmuring obscenities that fueled her deviant desires.

The sunlight streamed like a laser through the lens as he scorched geometric figures into her satiny skin; clit to nipples and back again.

~~|~~~|~ -&- ~|~~~|~~

Flash Fiction Fridays

pour ma animal de compagnie

2010-05-11T17:30:00.002-05:00

An animal lives within
A Little tiger rarely at rest
She awakens long before my teeth
ever grace to graze her skin

I growl a rumbling growl,
a conveyance of wanton lust
Clenching muscles tighten with strain,
incisors clamping down

In agony, she screams
In passioned pleasure, she pleads
murmuring fervently beneath me,
blood coursing within her breast
Gleaming eyes, full of fight,
slitted eyes, burning bright

Full of feline strength and grace,
she tautly, vainly, strains against me

Victim to my fickle whim, she is
Lover to my lust

Strokes and blows rain down upon her,
a staccato shower of ignited strikes

Through glistening, gleaming lips,
she yelps her fervent plea

Yes, I whisper, sotto voce
Yes, my pet

mucho sol

2010-05-06T11:42:00.001-05:00

The sun is like a searing white wafer arcing across the azure sky. It beats down upon my bare skin, now glistening with beads of water and small trickling rivulets that run down my naked flesh. I sling my wet hair out, misting my exposed flesh with cool droplets.

I stride naked across the freshly mowed grass and stand over the large warm blanket spread upon the hot patio. My shadow is splayed before me across the fabric. I can't help but notice there is something missing - something, or someone, from beneath this mono-tone shadow.

Much like an intense work out, it is ALWays more fun to relax and sun bathe with Another...

Dans la nuit

2010-04-30T16:37:00.000-05:00

Her orgasms are always rapturous, her hair spilling out like ink, her eyes narrowed slits, her wet lips parted, though she doesn't breathe.

She lay in the hot darkness with the fecund smell of the forest and the sweet fragrance of blooming honeysuckle in her nose. We were both naked in the night. She felt feverish, but the heat and sweat emanating from her was not from sickness.

I knelt next to her in the murky gloom, merged shadows draped across our skin and that of the blanket on which she lay splayed and bound. Roused by passions, her desperation for release had nothing to do with her bonds.

I smirked down at her as she pleaded for the rich pain and decadent pleasures that would merge into warm, wet, and sinful sensations as she writhed and tested her tethers.

Marveling at her utter helplessness, my pupils were dark and large, my blood coursing within my body as I traced the contours of her heated flesh, cognizant of her knowledge she had no other choices than subjugation and compliance with my fickle whims.

There I took her as it pleased me; one large, constricting hand around her small throat as I brutally pumped into her while she thrashed beneath me. Her voice was small and almost disembodied in the night as she pleaded with me to fuck her, to hurt her, to slake my lust upon her.

I felt the slick sleeve of her sex clench and pulse around me as she orgasmed while I bit into her left breast, rolling the skin between my teeth, and growled my permission. The strength of her frenzied climax enabled her to lift up my larger, heavier body as she slammed her pelvis up into mine, taking more of me. Then she lay there, her muscles exhausted, her small chest heaving as I continued my rough assault onto, and within, her yielding body.

Sa demande voyeuriste

2010-04-29T23:07:00.001-05:00

A natural exhibitionist, she loved displaying her charms for the lustful eyes of others.

He savored exploiting her deviant compulsions, sending her on Actias-esque tasks.

And so, here she was; as instructed: naked, save disguising flop hat, one knee high stocking down around an ankle. (He knowing the asymmetry would peeve her.)

Soon now the train would come, passing just beneath the platform where she stood: exposed. Humid warmth radiated from her. Now to reveal and strum the wet, glistening chrome stud within her clitoris hood as the train hurled like thunder between her parted legs.

~~|~~~|~ -&- ~|~~~|~~

Flash Fiction Fridays

Then she said...

2010-04-29T17:35:00.000-05:00

"Somebody needs a "whupping!""

with that cute, soft, southern drawl of hers...

*wonders just who she CoulD be referring to?*

*laughs*

le fetiche, elle poursuit

2010-04-22T22:17:00.002-05:00

Always, his fervid affect upon her set her stomach aflutter. She composed herself before entering his classroom, his domain, to write out her weekly assignment.

She knew his rule concerning panties. Panties were defiance. Panties were an affront.

Just once though, she had to know...

As was his manner, he silently reviewed her efforts with intimidating mien. Then his fist was in her hair, her face pressed against the chalkboard, his voice snarling in her ear; his free hand ripping, tearing, at the offending panties.

The verbal and physical assault unleashed upon her set her ablaze with wet heat, and as he spanked her ass and pussy mercilessly over his desk, her cries were gagged by the tattered remnants of her now saliva soaked panties.

Their following weekly session, the marks were still visible on her naked ass...

~~|~~~| ~ * ~ |~~~|~~

Flash Fiction Fridays

rien si elle n'est pas conforme

2010-04-21T17:55:00.005-05:00

She no longer wonders at how she arrived at this state of submission.

She reads the text sent to her, then crosses her office and locks the door. She then cleans the knob with one of the wet naps she keeps in her purse. She learned long ago to be prepared for his deviant demands.

She then unbuttons her pants and pushes them, along with her panties, to her ankles, then kneels with spread thighs and begins to lick and suck on the polished metal surface of the door knob, smearing her lipstick over it's curved surface.

Her goading clitoris throbs and pulses as she rubs over her excited flesh. Her left hand snakes up beneath her bra to pinch at her left nipple. Her nipples are always sore and sensitive from their daily banding and use. She moans a small muted moan.

She is already close, so very fucking close...

The lust wells within her and she opens her mouth wide and seeks to engulf the door knob, to suck it into her greedy maw as though it were the phallus she genuinely desired. She smears her lipstick and saliva over it, lapping the dripping wetness from beneath the bulbous shape with her tongue.

She sucks the cold metal with abandon.

She sways there, bucking on her knees, her mouth on the door knob, her frantic fingers strumming her pulsing clitoris; her libido engulfed by the wantonness of her actions.

She orgasms like that: kneeling on the floor, the knob in her mouth, trying to stifle her moans so that the people on the other side of the door cannot hear, cannot know, what she is doing.

She texts him a reply of thanks for allowing her an orgasm before sending him a picture of the still wet and lipstick smeared door knob.

Somewhere far from her he reads her text and smiles to himself.

She is nothing if not happily compliant...

Desseins

2010-04-20T18:07:00.002-05:00

I really had no intention of fucking her.

Not initially anyway; not before I had stripped her, teased her; tormented her mercilessly, then dragged her off to perform her tache du jour...

But she can be very persuasive in her salacious endeavors. Greedy girls that she is.

Fending off her adorable, wanton advances is an ever evolving craft. I take Devilish Delight in her Damnable Denial - denial of sex, of masturbation, of her beloved orgasms...

I fend her off as she tears at my clothing, stretching my shirt out as she attempts to pull me towards her and lunges for the clothed flesh awaiting beneath my cargo shorts. She is saying something about if "I would just cooperate" as I am laughing at her. I enjoy her too much and not enough.

Then she is as I like her: naked, and I have her handcuffed as I beat her ass and back with belt and stranded whip. The varied, fine red lines are like a salacious ogham inscription across her heated skin. I slide my fingers along her sopping crease and into her swollen pussy as she groans and asks to cum.

I deny her.

I push her to the floor and hold her by the throat and slap her face as she begs like the little maso-pain cum slut that she is to be allowed suck my cock. I push her away and retreat from her as I shed my shirt and shorts to stand naked before her as she wobbles intently on her knees to me, her wrists manacled behind her. I grasp her hair and hold her head inches from that which she desires. For indelible moments, I deny her.

Again, she begs. I relent and ease into the pleasures of her mouth and swirling tongue as my stalk swells and broadens within her warm, wet, recesses. I groan in pleasure and drag her, still tethered to me by my sex to the chair. I collapse back and allow her to indulge herself upon my flesh.

She sucks me so sweetly, so roughly; so fucking perfectly. I throb and pulse within her mouth and, as I close my eyes, I see white lights and arcs. I want to shove this cock through her head. Even with her wrists cuffed behind her, and her balance forced awkward, she could teach classes on performing fellatio.

I want to cum. She wants me to cum - to feed her. I deny her.

I pull her face from my cock, a stream of saliva and precum linking her lips to it, and jerk a pillow case over her head. She protests and whines at being denied her creamy treat as I wind the linen tightly over her face and throat, forming an alto relievo of her comely features.

The staccato slaps take her by surprise as I open hand her face and breasts. She whimpers as I randomly attack each of her breasts and then her face over and over.

Her pussy is so very fucking wet...

I had no intention of fucking her this soon. My preliminary plans are now thwarted. She would pay for this.

She humps my leg like a bitch in heat while gnawing at my nipples as I rub my hard, silken flesh against her side. She twists her head to watch me through her hair as I stroke my engorged shaft and rub it along her.

"I want your cock," she pleads. I deny her.

She wants to cum on my leg. I deny her.

"Suck my cock, then climb on it," I demand.

She sucks with it impunity, then mounts and impales herself in a single experienced movement. I throb up deeply inside her. She wants to cum. I deny her yet again, grinning a feral grin.

"Ride it and don't you fucking cum," I growl at her as I slap her breasts. She groans and soaks me as she whines. I continue to slap her breasts and punch her in the ribs.

"You're gonna make me cum," she breathlessly murmurs through wet, glistening lips.

"No! Don't you fucking cum!" I order her.

I shove her off and back, rolling her beneath me to pound her deep and hard, folding her neatly to stab at her cunt as she begs to cum. I deny her.

She is beside herself with lust and pent up frustration. The room reeks of sex - testosterone, pussy, and sweat. I pummel her hard, my cock pistoning wetly in and out of her. She begs, clinging at me, whimpering, pleading...

"Cum!" It wasn't a request.

Cum she does, explodes wetly beneath me, clenching, pulsing; convulsing frantically as our sweaty bodies friction against the other. I pull out of her and rub my slick, hard cock into her Frenched: neatly boxed and manicured pubic hair - grinding, humping into her pelvis and mons as the soft pubic hair caresses beneath my shaft until I spew a hot, pearlescent pool onto her small tummy as she twists and gnaws at my nipples.

And afterwards, I lie there reflecting that I really had no intention of fucking her before we reached the cannons at the park...

Grinning and Grenading

2010-04-16T17:32:00.000-05:00

Nice body pillow... *grins*

Pretty sure I could squeeze her in,

no matter how much she "hates" it...

*laughs*

Happy Friday!

la rupture de la fille

2010-04-16T06:02:00.016-05:00

"That Bastard! A five day vaginal "fast"?! Whatever! It was forced abstinence!”

All because she mumbled something about her pussy muscles aching from having those damned smartballs nestled inside her for hours each fucking day.

“Goddamn him! No masturbation, no insertion, AND NO ORGASMS FOR FIVE FUCKING DAYS! He wouldn’t even let her suck his cock. He was trying to kill her!"

By day three she had sucked a kielbasa while edging.

Then she saw his big, heavy, gleaming revolver…

~~|~~~|&|~~~|~~

Flash Fiction Fridays

Quatre Un Cinq

2010-04-08T12:15:00.000-05:00

Le Boom temps

Laissez Les Bon Temps Roulez

*rires*

Happy Thursday, all.

Ascension mechants

2010-04-05T19:15:00.009-05:00

And then she is there, kneeling before me, my fist in her hair, her hands bound behind her; her soft, beautiful face mashed into the bedding.

Muffled confessions of transgressions, past and present, spilling from her lips. She whimpers as I beat her slutty little ass. The blue canvas belt slices through the air with a whisper, striking her flesh, painting claret colored stripes along her satiny, caramel colored skin.

She cries out, protesting her tenderest flesh being struck with the buckle of the belt, her eyes brimming with tears as wet as the overflowing juices from her bruised cunt.

Later she rides my thigh, grinding, gliding, glissading over my thick muscular leg as I cat her, the tails whipping around her small body. She heaves, her mouth parted, her breathing raspy. She begs to cum. I acquiesce. She moans and shudders through another wet orgasm.

"Fuck me, pleaseee," she pleads.

Fuck her I do. Pounding my lust deep and hard into her with my thick, engorged cock; pummeling her, crushing her, suffocating her until our mixed cum overflows her gaping cunt.

comme ca

2010-04-01T23:02:00.004-05:00

He knew that sweltering look; the glistening aura, the purposeful pace.

Daddy’s decadent doll wanted to play.

She dropped to all fours and began a sensual crawl towards his lap. He smirked, and languidly crossed his legs, denying her.

She was never so easily discouraged, or too proud to beg.

She brushed obscenely against his leg, backing her slick, sopped sex to lewdly hump it, grinding fast and hard, her moans escaping between rapid fire breath.

She sought permission to orgasm, her browns on his blues.

The Devilry danced in his eyes as he pushed her away...

~~|~~~|&|~~~|~~

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She likes

2010-04-01T16:38:00.000-05:00

... to get primal. Wants to climb me like a tree she says.

Get Down and Dirty. Feel me crush her beneath me.

Me? I just want to do very bad things to her...

Happy Thursday...

*conning smiles*

Night at the MUSEum

2010-03-26T06:02:00.000-05:00

She loved working at the Naval Aviation Museum. Some nights she volunteered to stock shelves or balance the gift shop payroll as thoughts of being alone to explore the retired aircraft stoked wet heat from her loins.

"Cockpit." How she loved that word. It fanned another wave of humidity from her, bringing images of "Topguns," and hot, sweaty guys in uniforms climbing in and out of tight, cramped positions, the phallic shapes of stick yokes beckoning her.

She often fantasized about being alone with the crew of a B-17, like the Memphis Belle. The men having their way with her, taking turns practicing their "bombing runs."

Languidly, she stripped and donned her "leathers" to climb into the huge metal penis, her bared pussy pulsing as she eyed the well polished yoke that seemed to taunt her from between her knees, her thoughts on the strong, rough hands that had handled it in the past; what they could do to her.

Sliding her hips forward, she slowly eased the stick back…

~~|~~~|&|~~~|~~

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So she said...

2010-03-25T11:02:00.002-05:00

"Damn, niceee legs..."

I, of course, 'graciously' thanked her for her compliment later.

Repeatedly...

*smiles*

Happy Thursday, All.

les amateurs d'histoire

2010-03-22T18:02:00.017-05:00

She followed me through the branch and leaf dappled state forest and up the lichen covered steps set into the earthworks within the historic park. Sunlight flitted through the overhead trees like broken bits of glass suspended from gravity. The ancient trees and monuments bearing silent witness to our passing and our ribald impetus for being here.

Atop the man made fortifications were the cannons, antique replicas of civil war artillery, positioned as they were in the 1860s; hot and gleaming in the sunshine like die cast phalluses chained to the earth. We wove our way to the farthest one, with its large barrel pointed towards the shimmering lake, glimmering in the distance through the tree tops. I watched her run a small hand over the thick hard shaft of the metal barrel and glance back at me with a lascivious look wanton abandonment, her mouth parted and shining wetly between claret colored lips as soft as the petals of a wildflower.

I reached out to her, my large hands making contact with her caramel candied skin. I lifted her hair and nuzzled the back of her neck and growled as my cock surged in my cargo shorts. She shivered, murmuring lewdly as I stripped her clothing from her to leave her naked on the battlefield. My fingers trailed lightly over her lithe body as her heightened state of malleability aroused me all the more. My azure hued eyes recording every detail, every arc, and every curve of her smaller form.

I wrapped my left fist in her hair and pulled her head back, baring her vincible throat to my teeth, as the fingers of my right hand slide down to delve into her slick, swollen fount of pleasure; the pads of my fingers strumming against her excited clit. She murmured her approval and asked permission to cum. I denied her and slapped her pussy lightly, my fist tightening in her hair as she jerked from the unexpected slap.

I dropped my shorts, baring my engorged cock and rubbed its swollen, bulbous head over the skin of her back. I let her drop to suck it, her hands clinging to my thick thighs, as I fisted her hair and impaled her pretty little face into her throat, smiling devilishly as she gagged and her eyes swam with tears before pushing her away.

As instructed, she clambered, naked and sweating, up the large spokes of a wheel that was almost as tall as she was to mount the cannon barrel, humping her pussy on its unyielding girth, soaking its finish with her wetness. I ran a hand down the ridges of her back and between the cheeks of her ass to caress her tightest orifice as she braced herself stiff-armed on her two hands, her manicured toes and feet tucked behind her, and continued to hump the large cylinder. Her flickering shadow casting an an erotic silhouette that swayed like a candle flame across the mowed grass as she gyrated and humped and watched me slowly stroke my cock as I stood next to the cannon.

"Please Daddy, can I cum for you?" She breathlessly moaned, conveying her need for release.

She came hard and shuddering as I continued to softly toy and tease her ass, the wetness of her pussy spreading over the curve of the mounted metal. She then collapsed down, stretching herself over the slick length of cannon barrel, slithering along it like a snake on a limb as she recovered her spent energy, her clit still in contact with her berth, her pussy lifting for my fingers to slide into as my cock swelled and throbbed with want. She groaned.

"You owe me another one," I murmured with a small smile as I released my cock and wrapped my hand around her throat and pushed my fingers deeper into her sopping cunt and pulled her like a saddle from the cannon to drop her into the grass...

de fil de fer barbele

2010-03-18T23:02:00.002-05:00

Like the transverse orientation of Actias Luna to a incandescent flame, she was drawn to him.

The golden glow, the heated azure gaze, the conning charisma coupled with the wit and charm that enamored her within his voice; these enchanted her. There was esoteric cognizance between them, as though he were created and fashioned from her dynamic desires.

"Shape-shifter," the whispered word slithered to her from recesses dark and deep within her.The ignition was instant. She burned for him, tangled herself in his sinewy web. Her struggles, futile.

And now she was in his physical web. Her wrists and ankles shackled, he fitted the mask of cotton over her onyx head. Her last vision his sadistic gleaming grin.

The sensation of being bound in twisted wire, unfamiliar; cool, stiff, and restricting to her flesh, and then the spiny prick and sting of the barbs; a trickle of sanguine fluid.

"Careful now," he soothed. "I wouldn’t want 'you' to hurt yourself ... But just in case, I do have some 'nourishing' lotion made with citrus extracts, sea salt, and lanolin..."

She felt his shifting smirk and heard the fiend in the huskiness of his voice.

"No," she thought as she shivered. "You’ll hurt me perfectly..."

The fine strands of barbed wire were already glistening with her excitement when, a long, quiet moment later, the sharp, static buzz of the electric cattle prod telegraphed his arcane intent as another round of tremors shook her.

~~|~~~|&|~~~|~~

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son rêve sombre

2010-03-18T23:01:00.003-05:00

They toss her like garbage into a concrete room with an industrial light, an ominous drain in the floor, and an ugly metal table with two chairs. A rusted hook dangled overhead.

Three ugly uniformed men return. A man approaches her, and pulls her up by her hair. He rips duct tape from her mouth, and says, “kneel, slut.” She kneels, naked and chained, and asks him what is happening.

He smacks her hard, then catches her by the hair before she topples over. Then he strikes her again.

"Do not speak, slut."

He grabs her hair and pulls her up to her knees and tells her to spread her legs. She silently complies.

"Lick my boots, slut."

She hesitates. This earns her another vicious punch that topples her over. Her head hits the cement floor. The room swirls.

They start over; her kneeling, him telling her to spread her legs, to lick his boots. This time she does as demanded, spreading her legs and licking his boots until he tells her to stop.

He asks her questions, questions that she cannot answer. He nods to the others and smokes a cigar as they brutally rape her. She endures this. She has been raped before. She is a survivor.

When they finish with her, she is slammed face down on the table, her legs kicked apart, a prod at her anus.

The door opens and another man comes in. He is unlike the others. He is fair, handsome, someone you would see basking on a beach perhaps. He smiles.

As she looks at him, she sees her death. This is the man who will give her real pain; exquisite, unimaginable pain.

He will redefine the term for her.

This is the man she has been waiting for all her life.

~~|~~~|&|~~~|~~

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Happy St Patty's!

2010-03-17T22:27:00.000-05:00

I seem to have gotten that towel...

Now methinks I see some smiling Irish eyes!

*laughs*

Rum Boogie Nights

2010-03-11T18:26:00.001-06:00

... and several hours a day...

Southern nights

Have you ever felt a southern night?

Free as a breeze

Not to mention the trees

Whistling tunes that you know

and love so

Southern nights

Just as good

even when

you've closed your eyes

...

*conning smiles*

A question

2010-03-10T23:02:00.007-06:00

To kilt a Celt...

or not to kilt a Celt...

Just "axing" as they say...

The couple in 312 cont.

2010-03-10T18:24:00.004-06:00

I climb over her as she lies there - sweating, panting, my cock, hot and insistent against the velvety skin of her soft tummy, and lean in to kiss her softly and deeply as our tongues grate against each others.

She licks and laps at the sweet wetness coating my face and beaded into my chin hair. She captures it in her teeth and sucks at the wiry hairs, mingling her saliva with wetness from her cunt. The intoxicating scent of her sinful sex mingling with that of testosterone and the masculine cologne that I wear.

I feel her fingers rolling my nipples, soliciting a rapid response from my cock tapping upon her skin. I grind the hardened shaft against her, further arousing her.

She doesn't have to speak her desires. I know she wants it. I know where she wants it. I know how she wants it...

I deny her, lording myself over her, grinning arrogantly down at her.

"Daddy, I need to taste you... please..." she begins.

"Beg."

"Daddy, please let me suck your cock. I need it."

"Beg."

"Daddy, pleaseeee... pleaseeee, let me suck your thick cock."

I cuff her cheek, startling her. Then I grab by her hair and peel her from the bed. I release her on the floor.

"Kneel." The single word was is not a request.

She tucks her knees and shudders as she watches me retrieve the military issue canvas belt.

"Beg."

She begs.

She begs rapidly and repeatedly. She begs with her eyes wide and glassy, stealing glances at the canvas belt with the shiny tension buckle that dangles from my hand. She rakes her hands along her thighs as she does so.

I watch, intoxicated on her submission, as she crawls forward with languid feline grace to tuck and kneel between my legs, and pauses, a mere moment, to glance up at me to see if I am going to further deny her before sweetly sucking my cock as deep into her warm, wet mouth as possible.

My cock swells further from her expertise, I revel for a moment in the pleasure she provides me. I then reach down and gently gather her raven hair and rake it away from her face, I secure it in my fist so I can watch her unobstructed and control her tempo and depth.

The couple in 312

2010-03-09T15:12:00.002-06:00

My middle finger was in the cleft of her ass, resting conspicuously against her anus. The tiny orifice puckered as though for a kiss while the pad of my finger caressed it. She looked back and up at me while I held her like this against the hotel room door as she fumbled to get the magnetic card into the electronic door lock. A maid was peering at us from down the hall.

I pushed her roughly against the yellow tinged wall by the throat and grinned a feral grin at her. She put her teeth together behind her parted lips and shot me a look of lascivious intent and want. I lightly cuffed her cheek, a splotch of red blossoming against her creamy caramel colored skin.

"Let me taste you. Please..." she began.

Instead, I swing her around my her throat and release her to fall back onto the bed, grabbing her legs and licking a trail down her right thigh. I suck her swollen mons and lick her freshly shaven labia while admiring the neat, square box of black pubic hair above her seeping slit. I do love French cuts and manicures...

Her pussy stays the wettest of any woman I have ever known. The sweetness literally pours from her. I suck her cunt and clit, alternating at times to push her protruding pink clit around with my tongue; teasing, toying, denying...

I know she loves to have her pussy sucked, and to feel the tiny stubble on my face scratching at the soft, silky skin of her satiny pussy. My goatee becoming drenched with her juice as she revels in the contrasting sensations between my mouth and tongue and that of my rougher, masculine face. I slide the two middle fingers of my right hand into her and curl them up behind her pelvic bone to stroke the swollen hump of her g-spot.

Her legs twitch and straighten, her toes curl over, she bucks up against my mouth as her stomach heaves, and she tears at my hair as she cums. I am relentless however and do not give her a reprieve from my oral onslaught. She cums again, again drenching my face and chin scruff with her juices.

Then, like a great jungle cat, I climb over her with grace and power...

Going up

2010-03-09T14:35:00.013-06:00

We ascend to our floor enclosed in the dark wood and the brushed aluminum doors of the elevator. It reeks of sex, my cologne, and her flowery perfume.

We're touching and kissing as her small hands cling to my broad shoulders; my hand is beneath the loose fabric of her skirt as my fingers touch, stroke, strum, and enter deep inside her wet folds once again.

I stare at the parenthesis shaped imprint of my teeth on her neck, gleaming wetly in the light from my saliva, and I growl a low rumble from the pit of my stomach as I clamp my fingers up inside her and pick her up by her pussy and waist to kiss her mouth.

She looks at me through those shiny, slitted, almond colored, eyes of her; veiled with lust and want for immediate satisfaction. One of her shoes had slipped off a manicured foot. I grin at her.

"I want to taste you," she says breathlessly, her bottom lip gleaming.

The elevator bell ringed. This was our floor.

"Dammit," she mutters.

She slips her shoe back on.

I smirk. She'll suck my cock in the elevator another time...

A trolley runs to it

2010-03-08T15:16:00.002-06:00

... to her.

The ancient street car rumbled over the polished steel track, bumping and jarring, mechanically complaining as it carried me towards her.

I knew she'd be in the back of the nebulously lit hotel lounge. Seated in a large, plush, and worn leather booth that would swallow her up and make her look smaller, darker, and more vulnerable than she already was. Her short skirt hiked up in the back so her bare ass was against the polished leather seat. Her seeping pussy with scant cover from prying eyes.

She would be slumped back against the shiny backrest, her raven head tilted down towards the book before her, seemingly lost in the swimming sprawl of words. But her mind would be focused elsewhere as she clutched her cell and impatiently waited for me.

The ambiance and smells of the lounge, the fresh cut lemons and flowers, and the cool conditioned air would heighten her arousal; not that she needs that much when we have proximity to the pleasures we afford each other, but she had been denied, damnably denied, for long days and longer nights. Now, as the jeweled clit clamp I allowed her continued its bite into her sensitive skin, her clit pleaded with her for the blissful mercy, and rapturous ecstasy that had not come for almost a week.

"I may attack you on sight," she had said.

I had grinned at the thought of her propelling herself up my large frame, attempting to wrap herself around me like a vine around a sturdy tree as the suction of her cunt sought satiation and I hefted her higher to slam her down beneath me on a billowy bed to rapaciously ravage her.

Her caramel colored skin tingled as though the languid pad of a large masculine finger was gliding, tickling higher along her sleek and tanned thigh. She lightly raked recently filed nails over the soft flesh, mere inches away from her naked sex that peered from beneath the too short skirt, and left cherry streaks parallel to the lines of her slick leg to lead provocatively towards her empty and voracious vortex.

She shivered and thought again of me, of our proximity; of us being within reach of hands, mouths, and grinding flesh. It had been too long once again. The potency of anticipation forced her to raise her eyes and survey the room from her vantage, seeking to see me bearing down on her.

Soon. A few more minutes now...

Her pulse thrummed beneath her chest; her throat; her anxious cunt. She closed her eyes and imagined my rough hands upon her; my inarguable grip. Tingles dripped down her spine as she remembered my fingers tracing lazy circles on the small of her back and my whispered words of dark and deviant intent.

The trolley grumbled to a stop and I stepped out beneath the hot mid-south sun and marched intently towards the immense brick and glass encased hotel before me, my image caricatured in the mirrored surfaces. I ignored the desk staff that followed me with their eyes as I strode through the lobby and into the dark, lair like interior where she awaited.

And there she was, my large, dark shadow sweeping over her like that of a bird of prey. The salacious gleam in her eyes matching that of her soft, wet, parted lips. I slithered into the booth as my hands, of their own accord, slithered around her waist. Our mouths welded together with a bond of flesh, saliva, and sinful intent.

Her muffled whimpers seemed louder than they really were in the hushed rumble of the room as my cunning fingers filled her clenching cunt. She drenched them before they clasp the sensitive ridge of her g-spot. My palm grinding the golden colored clit clamp painfully, and pleasurably, against her humping pelvis.

"Daddy," she pleaded in a breathless murmur.

"Cum," I answered.

Her legs quivered and twitched and she shivered within my arms, wracked by the orgasm reverberating though her. I held her, her face buried in the corner of my neck and shoulder until she she regained her breath. I growled a small growl for my own pent up passion waiting to pour forth.

I led her away from this prelude of things to pass - and come. The few scattered patrons watched and wondered, but would soon forgot us all the same. As others would do after the trolley had long since carried me away.

But oh, would she remember...

Aye. D.

2010-03-08T10:35:00.009-06:00

I get pulled over by a state trooper for speeding. I know this routine intimately. I am prepared: License, insurance, a mostly amicable disposition. After all, they're just doing their job, and I am always speeding.

We greet one another. I hand the trooper my cards. He glances at my license from behind the mirroring shades. He pauses and I can see his brow furrow above the reflective lens. He recites my not-so-common name out loud, pauses for a second, then asks where I went to college.

My "What the fuck sense" triggered.

I glance up at him from my warm leather car seat and tell him. Hell, he could have been an alumni. Maybe we had met before or had a mutual friend. Then... he asks me if I knew a girl I almost got arrested over in college.

Well, one of two girls actually, but that is another story.

I grin up at him. He wasn't smiling in return. Not good.

"Yeah," I said warily. "I knew her. Man, that was back in the day. Last I talked to her she was joining the Army - going Airborne or something. But that was yearssss ago..."

He made a face.

"Motherfucker," I am thinking. "Tell me this isn't her husband."

Obviously, they knew each other and she had told him something memorable enough to stick in his mind as he remembered my name, although people do not often forget it, or me.

* * *

She was a wild child. Dark hair, dark eyes, lots of energy, hot, tight body, and she liked to show it off. I fucked with her. She fucked with me. We fucked. She'd suck cock in the parking lot or under the staircase between classes. I fingered her in the campus store and library while her fingers and nails tried to squeeze through the shelves and she shook her head until her hair would dangle in her face.

So one fine spring semester day, I was sitting on some steps in front of a pretentious building on campus talking with some friends when she came up behind me and kneed me in the back. I swing my arm back and around and trap her legs. She pulls my head to the side and sticks her tongue in my ear. I pull her down on top of me and we wrestle on the steps, her kicking and flashing her legs and pantie clad ass and pussy at anyone watching.

She is squawking and screaming and laughing as we wrestled around and I tickle her and grope her breasts in plain view. I pin her body between my muscular legs and tickle her as I squeeze her left breast. Her puckered nipple is attempting to bore through the palm of my hand during this process.

It was a beautiful powder blue day with a few opalescent clouds hovering overhead, marbling the steps with faint gray shadows - and it just so happens that campus security comes along about that time.

The two security guys see what they described as a male assailant physically assaulting a female student. They see my hand down her shirt groping her breasts. Blue clad knights that they are, they act to rescue the maiden from my clutches. Within moments, I am in cuffs.

Everyone else is just watching bewildered by the events of the past few moments. The rescued maiden, Tracy, preening little slut, is acting all innocent.

"No, officers Fatboy and Lardass, I have no idea who this guy is. He just attacked me as I was walking to class." I could have tossed her off the planet, the fucking little bitch.

The two stooges are prepared to haul me off and turn me over to the real authorities. They aren't listening to me at all and still haven't figured it out. I am getting pissed.

After several moments, Tracy finally tells them the truth while laughing her tight little ass off. We're friends. She initiated the "playful" interaction between us. We were just goofing around. Ha ha! She thought it would be funny to see me in trouble. She really meant no harm. They "really weren't going to arrest me, were they?"

She wrapped them around her bullshit act. Her smiles and "oh, so naive" looks working like hypnosis on them. They reprimanded us both for creating a disturbance and released me from the cuffs. One of them pulling me aside and putting his arm around my shoulders, creating a conspiratorial air between us. "Man, you can't go around groping girls. You know that. Now don't do this again, ok?"

Of course I agreed.

I got even with Tracy awhile later by embarrassing and humiliating her in front of a group of girls she was talking to. It wasn't hard. I just sauntered up and threw a pair of her cum stained panties at her. "Here bitch. You left these in my car."

Then I walked off. She stood there, open mouthed, red faced, and fuming in front of the other girls, who were equally open mouthed with shock.

We made up later on...

* * *

More than a decade had passed. Now I was on the side of a busy four lane hiway, as people stared while driving by, with an unamused and unamusing state trooper reliving indelible memories shared with a girl I hadn't seen or spoken to since I was a wild and reckless kid in college.

The trooper paused a moment. "Yeah, she mentioned some things..." He left the sentence hanging, made another unsmiling face, and went back to his car.

He returned, handed me my ticket and left. As I drove off, I reflected on how women from my past always seem to return to me in some small fashion.

el toro magnífico

2010-03-04T23:02:00.005-06:00

A bath, she had tempted, in the shade of the ancient, moss laden oak.

He watched her strip and pour the water over herself as the lust welled within. Like a glistening nymph she was, among the explosion of wild grasses and flowers that spilled in every direction.

He savaged her then, stabbing at her with his steely cock, mercilessly pounding himself into her to the hilt, grinding against her clit, forcing her to cum again and again as he snarled saccharine obscenities into her ear.

Like the great bull, Donn Cuailnge, he fucked her, taking her further and further into the grassy ground with each bestial thrust, pinning her between himself and the earth as his salty sweat dripped down to mingle with hers.

She felt the control he so prized begin to slip from his grasp, the low growls leaving his mouth between gritted teeth; coming from somewhere deep in his gut. She knew then what was coming, feeling him stiffen, his growls growing as bestial as his rutting; the torque of his hips brutalizing her swollen mons as she came yet again, feeding vampirically from his primal passion.

He came. Hard and explosive he came, pouring himself into her, ramming his final sporadic thrusts deep beneath her heaving belly before collapsing onto her.

She kissed his face then, murmuring her favored Spanish phrase...

~~|~~~|&|~~~|~~

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Golden

2010-03-04T06:15:00.001-06:00

... says she.

*conning smiles*

l'extase de l'orgasme

2010-03-01T16:02:00.005-06:00

The sound is rhythmic, steady: tap-tap, tap-tap, tap-tap... not unlike the beat of a mechanical metronome, or the relentless pulse of her heartbeat. The rain falls.

She is stretched face down along the floor, breathing purposefully; beautifully bound like a piece of caramel candy twisted at both ends. Her wrists and ankles wound tight, she is barely able to do more than lift her hips. Silvery, translucent raindrops drip loudly from the aged copper gutters onto the balcony with it's frilly French ironwork railing: tap-tap, tap-tap, tap-tap...

She makes a lovely and erotic study in the opaline light coming through the small French style doors that lead to the private balcony. I study her in detail as the rain falls - tap-tap, tap-tap, tap-tap...

I revel in her subjugation to my dark whims, in her vulnerability. She is nothing if not compliant.

The side of her face is finely imprinted with the frayed fibers from the carpets of the Maison. As I hover just over her, I can smell the mustiness of the well worn carpet in the humid southern air. It makes an ethereal melange as it mixes with the more pleasant and warm feminine scents of her.

I envelop her as I sprawl over her. My broad, heavy body crushing her against the unyielding floor beneath us. Her breathing is shallow as she cannot draw a full breath with my hulking mass upon her. The sides of her round breasts bulge out on either side of her like a pressed marshmallow. My thick, warm thighs brush against the softer, smoother skin of her thighs. Her legs are inside mine with my knees trapping them, preventing her from spreading, from lifting her hips back with more leverage.

My engorged cock throbs and strains deep within her captive ass, as the large cylindrical sex toy jostles within her flooding cunt with each move I make. Three times she has sought permission to orgasm. Three times I have denied her. Her need growing more fierce and demanding with each denial; her pleas more fevered.

Her erect nipples are chaffed, sore from brushing them against the carpet with my hard, lingering thrusts. My large hand is caressing, prying, probing beneath her soft, warm stomach and within the pliable folds of her swollen sex. I coax her aching clit with my fingertips as she moans and whimpers. Her muscles are tiring from the forced labor of working against my bulk and mass. She tries once again to push back, taking more pleasure, begging - hoping for that which I had already denied her thrice. She arcs her small back and lifts, taking me deeper and deeper still into her clenching chasm.

She is now completely submerged within our dark passions, our rapports sexuels rugueux.

She is holding her breath, her face turning violent shades of claret. I speak a single work, sotto voce, into a delicate ear - granting her reward for her service. "Cum."

Her closed lashes, black and lush, are brimming with tears and her cherry lips are shimmery with her saliva. Her mouth is parted in a silent moan of ecstasy. Her small, manicured fists are clenched tightly, the ropes boring into her skin. Her head bobbles repeatedly as she tries to breathe, but only manages a ingest small amounts of air between each of my thrusting assaults, made more difficult with her thick, silken hair draped across her small face. I rear up, giving her a moments respite, allowing her precious air. She gratefully gulps down lungfuls as I grind myself into her.

My fingers roughly grope against her pulsing clit and the warm, slick dildo fully embedded within her heated sex. Her wetness pours down over my fingers. The course polyester fibers of the carpets chaff at my wrists and knees; at her breasts, the base of her small ribcage, and the front of her pelvis - her delicate skin seeking solace.

She arcs hard again. Again, she seeks the rapture of orgasm. Again, I grant her the boon of her request. My cock throbs hotly within her, precum slickly oozing from its tip. Her head swims in decadent delirium as she is slavishly driven to an empyrean state from the lack of oxygen, the physical onslaught, the relentless barrage of deviant decadence.

My own hot juices roll through the chambers of my cock. I can feel the overwhelming flood building to explosion. I growl with pent up passions, then bellow like a great bull as I pound my lust within her with force majeure and enforced torque. The cum bursts forth from my hard, pulsing cock. I rear and buck and slam down into her, driving my cock and creamy cum deep within the cavern of her ass. The hot, sticky cum overflowing and seeping out around our pulsing, pressing flesh. I collapse back down on her, my hot breath exhaled down onto her face and hair with each insistant drive inside the length of her tightest chamber.

We both lie there panting, our hearts bolting, the sweat melding our skin together. Moments pass in flashes of unvirtuous vignettes as we revel in our pleasures. I push myself back up, our skin reluctantly parting. I unknot her wrists, letting her tuck her arms. I kiss the upturned side of her face through a tangle of raven colored hair. I roll off and to the side to allow her joints and ribs some much earned relief.

Tap-tap, tap-tap, tap-tap... The light rain continues to fall and drip from the gutters. Though her ankles are still bound, my little tiger purrs, fulfilled, and nestles herself against me.

In the shower

2010-02-26T16:50:00.003-06:00

... her hands are pressed against the wall as the hot water cascades down her small body. I stand behind her; naked, wet, and gently massaging the jasmine scented shampoo into her soft hair.

I pull her chin around to kiss her parted mouth from behind her shoulder as the shampoo slides down her body. The glittering lather contrasts with her caramel colored skin. She turns towards me as I lather her small body with the soapy loofa.

I know what this - being bathed, being pampered, does to her. Her twinkling eyes and gleaming smile says it all.

Her breasts press and flatten against my thick body as I wash her back and knead her ass. She kisses and nibbles over my broad chest, lingering to suck and lightly bite at my nipples. My cock throbs in appreciative desire of her efforts; of her.

She starts a slow descent of soft, warm kisses starting at my wet neck and wide shoulders.

As she follows the fractured rivulets of glistening water down my body, I don't stop her at all...

Winner takes all...

2010-02-25T23:02:00.004-06:00

Goddammit, these two bitches were cheating! Fucking whores.

She sat in the corner, naked; and eyed them. A friendly game of sex slave poker took a new twist when they goaded her into throwing her boyfriend into the pot.

The rules had been simple and fun. The loser of each hand had to sexually satisfy the others. They had each lost, and won, a round. She wasn’t so much on eating pussy herself, but damn, did she love to be sucked off!

Now these fucking whores had changed the rules! What was she thinking? She’d had too much to drink and had been way too agreeable.

He had kept buzzing her cell all night, sending her naked pictures of himself; sexting her the filthiest things. Things that escalated her libido into overdrive... And of course they wanted to look too.

“Damn, he’s hot! Get him over here.” They had said.

She’d laughed. She had thought it would be fun to see them throwing themselves at him. Now she was pissed! She couldn’t prove it, but she was certain that they were passing cards to each other. Fucking whores!

And him, grinning like a Cheshire cat. The tight t-shirt and jeans clinging to his muscular form as he flirted and teased.

Bastard! She would grudge fuck him later. Right now, she had a pot to win.

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Flash Fiction Fridays

chat avec la muse

2010-02-25T10:13:00.000-06:00

Her: you postin an HNT zis week?
grins

Me: lmao
hadn't thought about it

Her: lol
uh huh

Me: Moi?

would I do sumpin like that?

Her: umhmmm

Me: sides you got all my pics...
lol

Her: ummmmm

sssindeed

Me: lol

But then again, maybe that was all a request... *laughs*

Office star

2010-02-24T18:54:00.002-06:00

Her cell vibrates in her hand - again. She's been distracted by me, and with thoughts of me, all day. Me touching her, me inside her; her mouth; her wet, voracious pussy. Her hand is under the table and her nails are lightly raking her thigh. She squirms in her chair. She can barely stay focused on the conversations around her.

I send her "sext" after salacious sext:
"wants to force my cock up your ass rfn..."
"hold you face down over the desk and slowly fuck your ass"
"pull you away from the edge, and slide my hand down"
"feel your cunt juices dripping down onto my fingers, onto your thighs, using that juice to finger your clit"
"curving two of them up inside you to squeeze and pull at your cunt as I thrust this cock in and out of that asshole"
"needs to be pumping cum between your lips and having you drinking me down"

Her reply is momentary - "Gd u r making dis meeting painful lol twitch throb ache" Sent at 2:28 PM on Wednesday

I grin as I visualize her squirming in her chair with thoughts of my hands around her throat, my fist in her hair, my cock forcing its way into her mouth; into her hot, wet, aching little cunt.

She's soaked, almost ready to burst. In a different environment, she would cum right there, right now. I order her to go cum "ASAFP".

She tries not to appear too flustered as she excuses herself from the table. She flashes that winning smile. Of course they'll excuse her, and stare at her ass as she leaves the room, each wanting a sip of that drink.

Let'em look, let'em lust. I'm the straw that stirs that drink.

She finds an empty stall in the ladies room and pushes through the narrow door. She hastily slides her slacks and panties down, her fingers finding familiar swollen flesh as they seek to quench an almost unquenchable ache.

Her clit pulses between manicured fingers as her cunt clenches at nothing at all. Visions flutter through her head: the familiar "raped in the bathroom" fantasy replays in sinful cinema. My cock fucking her mouth, my balls tucked firmly against her chin as her nose fixes itself against my abdomen. She salivates at the memories.

Her other hand snakes beneath her blouse and bra to squeeze at her left nipple. Hard. She grits her teeth to stifle a moan. The office star, needs to cum. She needs to cum hard and gushingly for me, but first - she knows what I expect.

She releases her clit and lets it ache and throb in protest and unsated gratification as she rides the edge of orgasm, she rakes her naked thigh with her nails, then she slaps her pulsing pussy. She slaps it hard as I am wont to do; wishing it were my hands on her nipples, around her throat, slapping at her cunt.

She can take no more. She sexts me - "Can I pls cum 4 u?"

My response is immediate - "Yes, my little office slut. Cum. Cum now!"

She reads the words and drops her cell into her panties to tear at her nipple and clit once again. She cums. Hard; raggedly; wetly, she cums. Her cunt angrily convulsing as though protesting the lack of my cock. Her body wracking and rebounding off inner walls from the force of the orgasm as she rocks within the stall.

She regains her composure, releasing the pent up breath she was holding. "TY," She sends me.

I smile to myself and text her back. "YW".

Moments later, she slips back into the conference room, apologizing sweetly for the interruption - winning smile in place.

We begin our sext game again...

For the DeliciousLy Wicked...

2010-02-22T20:02:00.030-06:00

Saliva, sweat, and the cum that seeps from her freshly fucked cunt; occasionally blood. These are what gets left on the sheets for the staff to clean up. That is, unless I cum in her cock hungry mouth. Then she never wastes a single sticky, pearly drop. Waste not, want not...

This time the staff will have something more to clean up.

She's naked, blindfolded; tied widespread to the bed. Her throat has a bar across it that runs beneath her arms, this prevents her from lifting her head. I think of these little things... It will madden her as I rub my cock over her face and lips. She will not be able to more than lick at my cock as I glide it over her open mouth and across her cheeks. I grin a wicked grin.

I can smell her arousal; see it glistening wetly between her splayed thighs. I rattle the bucket of ice. She cringes and tests the tethers that bind her. She abhors anything cold. She'd rather burn than freeze. It's elemental, she says.

My eyes darken at her writhing. "Shape-shifter," she calls me.

But the ice is just to distract her and make her fearful. It is not my intent, this time.

I stand over her and trace the contours of her face with the silky soft and bulbous head of my cock. She gives me a feral look and gnashes her teeth together. I blow her a kiss.

"Damn you, Devil." She says this with pent up frustration and desire pouring from every pore of her caramel colored skin.

I smirk in return then walk to my bag and retrieve the small dark bottle. I untwist the cap and put my finger into the neck and coat a finger in the Baileys Caramel Irish Cream. Her favorite.

I coat her lips with liqueur. She smiles a brilliant smile and her pretty pink tongue makes quick work of cleaning her lips. She squirms, pulling at the ropes in anticipation.

"Ohhhhh... Daddy!" She says shivering with excitement.

I place my thumb over the open end and turn up the bottle, drizzling her lightly with the candy libation, enjoying hot the fluid runs over her warm skin. Over her chin, her breasts, her tummy - pooling into her navel, her wet, swollen cunt; her rolling thighs.

I give her my sweetened thumb and she traps it in her teeth and cleans it with her tongue. I remove it and kiss her mouth; softly, gently, then with increased fervor and passion. I bite her lower lip and suck it hard until she whimpers.

I growl with desire. It is time to slowly, languidly, Devilishly, lick her clean - and then I will torment her again...

The cleaning staff will not favor our return...

le cigare

2010-02-21T22:36:00.004-06:00

She opened the door at my knock, eying me with a melange of excitement and apprehension. We exchanged greetings as she cast fleeting glances at the ominous black bag I had with me. It was nondescript, but a veritable Pandora's box of pain and pleasure - as she well knew. But these things were not what she sought this night.

I surveyed our surroundings. Everything was in order: the room she had reserved, the brandy, the cigar. Everything was precisely as I instructed for this session. The cigar would have cost her as much as the brandy. She saw me seated, fixed us both a drink, then lit the cigar for me. She lingered over the flame, fascinated with the fire. Being tortured with heat and flames caused overwhelming sensations to coarse through her. Dribbled hot wax was not enough for this one. Her body bore the marks of the flame.

I smiled at her. "Shall we begin?"

"Yes, Sir."

I took the drink from her hand, sitting it down, and laid the cigar across the lip of the tumbler as there was no ashtray.

Her dress fell from her shoulders to pool at her feet as I slid it from her slender shoulders. She lightly, almost daintily, took my offered hand and stepped clear of the material. We left it on the floor.

"Stay."

She watched as I removed a door lanyard from my bag and attached it between door and jamb, securing it into place.

"Come."

I tied her wrists with practiced expediency, then attached them overhead. She was defenseless, helpless; at the mercy of one who lacks compunction, a sadist - exactly what she wanted.

I lightly bound her ankles, then smiled at her for a moment before tying the blindfold. I kissed her lightly and complimented her as my strong hands roamed over her lithe body. She moaned as I rolled her nipples and slid a finger along her crease. She murmured as my fingertips lingered over past marks from extinguished smokes. A few self inflicted. Some masochists need to be beaten. Some crave to be cut. She liked to be burnt.

"You know what I am going to do to you, don't you?"

"Yes, Sir." Her voice had changed in timber. She shivered.

I walked away, leaving her sightless, bound, vulnerable. I watched the slow rise fall of her torso, admiring her naked form; the way her breasts moved with her breathing, her hardened nipples. Even from across the room, I could see the small faint round scaring beneath her breasts and on her thighs from her past.

I didn't have to understand what she desired. I was merely the instrument of what she sought, what she craved. I knocked the grey ash from the cigar, then drew heavily upon it. The orange cherry tip flamed to life.

L'Capitaine

2010-02-19T03:03:00.020-06:00

... stripped to boots and britches in the skiff. His smooth muscles flexing and flowing under bronzed skin as he rowed.

Glassy beads trickled down his golden form, each dazzling her of its own accord. Her tongue begged to taste the taut muscles that swelled and beckoned her touch.

Ashore, she stripped, and slipped, into his tricorne and justaucorps, senses reveling in the essence of him; her body, the presence of him.

She perched upon a golden throne.

He knew she’d been watching, waiting - wanting ...

He stroked his sweat soaked goatee.

“Come here, girl.”

The digging be damned…

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Flash Fiction Fridays

Another 99 Words ~ or some such thing.
Intended to Amuse la muse, DeLight the Deviant, or Arouse the Amorous...

Tis a Salty Dog's life...

2010-02-18T22:02:00.000-06:00

"Davy Jone's cock, it was hot! Too hot for digging... Better to hammock in the shade and drink," he reflected.

She would be through soon enough, and as every Capt'n - and miner, knows; "tis no point in having a beast of burden, if you can't burden her..." He chuckled to himself and felt his loins stir at the sight of her sweat-soaked chemise clinging to her rounded bosoms and buttocks as she dug.

The heat and rum made him drowsy. She was making him horny... “maybe later, when it’s cooler,” he thought as he drifted off to sleep...

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Flash Fiction Fridays

99 Words ~ some such thing...

The shock and surprise

2010-02-16T19:57:00.001-06:00

... in her eyes almost made up for the hours spent driving to her work. Almost.

"What are you doing here?" she squealed with a startled smile.

I didn't answer. Instead I locked the door and crossed the room in quick strides as I enjoyed the doe in the headlights look on her face. Our eyes were locked and she was rising from her chair in slow motion like a snake before a charmer.

I struck swiftly, pushing her face down over her desk and wrenching her arm up behind her back as I jerked and pulled her slacks and panties off. I ignored her pleas not to tear them, then pushed her shirt and bra up over her breasts and pressed her back down hard, squashing her breasts and nipples against the cool wooden surface and the various work papers she had spread out.

Despite her pleas, the smile stayed fixed across her lips. I kicked her ankles apart as my cock throbbed and twitched within my pants. I bumped it against her flank repeatedly as my hand crashed hard into her ass cheek, making a loud slapping noise in her small office.

I held her fast through her wriggling and murmured protesting as the hot sting of my palm rained down on a bare cheek. I focused on one cheek, on one spot, til she whimpered and begged me to find another.

"Hit me somewhere else, Daddy..." she whined as she wiggled.

Instead I slid my fingers down to her wet, seeping, little pussy. She moaned as I lightly rubbed over her excited little clit.

Then, I did hit her elsewhere - the other cheek, again focusing only on one spot till she stomped and squirmed and squealed. My cock was straining my fly and I could smell her pussy.

I needed to fuck. Now.

Her head was turned and she was watching me through heavy, slitted eyes. Her teeth and lips glistening wetly as I shoved my pants down to free my raging cock. I reamed her hard and deep as I twisted her arm up behind her back and tried and stab her to death with my angry, engourged cock.

She begged to cum. I demanded she do so and slammed against her, pummeling her cunt with torque and force as her toes danced on the floor and the desk scooted across the carpet in short bursts. She came, moaning and whimpering behind gritted teeth in an attempt to be quiet.

I pulled free of her wet cunt and my cock gleamed wickedly in the fluorescent light, coated with her cunt juices. I pulled her from the desk and let her sink to her knees to feed her her pussy juices from my cock. She sucked me with closed eyes, her tongue working fervently beneath my shaft as I pistoned in and out of her throat. The fat head of my cock swelled as it neared explosion in throbbing ecstasy.

I was close and she knew it.

She slid her hands up beneath my shirt and grabbed my nipples and pinched them. Hard. Thick, syrupy ropes of pearly-translucent cum erupted. It felt as though the entire end of my cock had blown off. I bellowed like a bull as I fucked her face and pumped cum down her throat until my knees went weak and I braced myself on her desk to let her continue to drink me down and suck me clean, but even after that, she continued to lick and lap at my cock and balls.

I sat down in her chair, my pants still bunched around my calves, and breathed heavily. She followed, still tethered to me by her mouth on my cock. "Goddamn," I thought.

I ran my fingers through her hair, then pulled her from my cock. "Thought I'd surprise you..." I said with a laugh.

"You did! I hope you plan on making a house call later..." she giggled as she replied.

*sighs* I do love an insatiable woman...

A Not so Nursery Poem

2010-02-11T23:02:00.002-06:00

Luminous Luna Mauvaise,

knelt, tied on the chaise,

Her sweet, wide mouth,

fixed open in a cage!

She drooled down her chin,

dribbled streams on her breasts,

Along came her Dom,

Conning Devil that he is!

Who said with a grin,

"Awww... you poor thing - how's this?"

and smeared said spit;

down her little tummy,

around her little bummy,

and all along her girly bits!

...

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Flash Fiction Fridays!

Dans Les Reves

2010-02-10T19:02:00.005-06:00

I rarely dream when I sleep, but I am often lost in reverie when left to myself.

My musings taking me back places: like to a candlelit bedroom and a queen sized bed with a squeaky headboard in a beautiful woman's home on a moonless, chill November night. Her mouth was as soft and vulnerable as a flower in bloom, and her tongue slithered against mine like a mating snake when I kissed her; to a luxurious hotel room where the bed was among the best I have ever slept - or fucked, in, and where, while she was on her knees, I led her roughly by her hair as she crawled and I threw her over a plush ottoman to open hand spank her tanned ass and marvel as the red blossomed across her caramel colored skin; or to yet another hotel room where I stood over this same onyx haired woman while she knelt in a yoga child's pose and I beat her harder that I had ever beat her up to that point, punishing her back and ass with a loose coil of rope as she gasped and whimpered and yearned for more; and also my thoughts flit back to when I held her arms over her head on another occasion and I punched her none too lightly with my fist in her ribs and stomach as her sweet juices seeped from her hot, wet, swollen pussy and down her sleek, tanned thighs as she flinched with each lollop until she could take no more blows, but never lost that enchanting smile or the delighted twinkle from her eyes.

I smile as I recall these indelible memories and look forward to making new ones...

ere the ides...

2010-02-08T16:24:00.009-06:00

It is a little after 10 am on a Friday in March when I arrive at the Art Museum. I briskly enter and pay my admission. This early in the day it is still mostly empty. Art lovers are more of an afternoon crowd.

I make my way through the sterile and reflective environment. I walk with purpose past paintings and sculpture I would normally stop to examine. The unwavering eyes within the paintings bear silent witness to my passage. I arrive at the ancient Mediterranean collection.

She is there. I smile a small smile and my eyes change in color as my pupils alter. She is admiring a Greco-Roman marble of a male torso. She feels my predatory gaze and purses her lips as though smiling despite herself. She hates the effect I have on her.

Our eyes meet and her smile broadens and dazzles in it's perfection. That smile could launch ships and regularly makes mortal fools. It is befitting that we are meeting here. She is a work of art unto herself.

We greet each other warmly, my hand slipping around her small waist as we lightly, chastely kiss. We speak affectionately, sotto voce to keep our voices from attracting others and lock arms - squeezing each other. She is a bundle of excited energy.

I move to stand behind her, my chin resting on top of her raven locks as my left arm encircles her shoulders and neck. I tease her about the sculpted torso before us - about me stripping her to mount the hard, polished marble...

My right arm slides around her waist and slithers beneath her shirt and down within her small skirt. She is naked beneath. I revel in the sensation of her soft skin beneath my delving fingers. I rub her neatly manicured pubic hair before pushing lower to caress and cup her slick mons. I do love French cuts and manicures...

I lower my head and murmur into her ear. I murmur of how I have missed her and of my desire for her. I murmur to her of doing very bad things to her. I murmur that she needs to cum for me there - right there. Right now.

My fingers glissade into the hot folds of her sex, the heat and wetness of her cunt transferring to my fingers as I find her clit and slowly, lightly, draw it into concentric circles. It is gorged with blood and desire; slick with her wetness. I feel it's incessant need throbbing against my fingers. I tighten my arm, trapping her throat and hold her upright.

"Cum!" I demand as I pinch and twist at her clit. I press it intently, grinding it back against her.

She holds her breath and almost inaudibly emits soft mewling sounds as she shudders through her orgasm. I kiss her cheek and compliment her. She turns her head and I kiss her mouth from behind. Her eyes are glassy and narrowed with desire. I smirk - for I know she will not be satisfied until she has tasted my own sculpture - here in the museum...

Je l'adore

2010-02-05T19:15:00.006-06:00

She looks sleepy sexy with her hair all tousled, almost like a disheveled little girl as she tries to put it back in place.

She fusses about being a mess and is absolutely adorable as she wanders around, picking up her discarded clothing; dressing, collecting her things, - putting herself back together.

She watches me in the mirror watching her and we smile at each other.

"God, what do you do to me?" she softly drawls.

I laugh in return.

She looks bewildered. I'm still smiling at her.

She forgets her cell phone as she leaves. I take a quick shower and am wrapped in a towel when she comes back for it. She still looks dazed. We joke about her mental state.

"You make me stoo-pid," she says in that soft little pouty girl voice of hers.

She's cute. I laugh. She giggles.

Then she is gone again and I am alone with my thoughts and memories.

The smile stays fixed on my lips.

Not amused

2010-02-05T04:15:00.004-06:00

She was not amused - at all.

The mask was hot and stuck it to her skin. Her voice was muted and distorted as she spoke. The fucking hose keep flopping around like an elephant trunk as she moved her head and the damn gloves prohibited her moving her arms or her fingers.

This sucked! And it was ruining her meticulously applied makeup. Not that he wouldn't have ruined it anyway as he used her, but she would have enjoyed that. And just how was she to be expected to suck his cock with this ridiculous thing on her face?

"You'll figure it out," he had replied, "...or you'll suffer the consequences..."

He just kept smirking and petting her head as he passed by.

"Bastard!" she mumbled to herself.

She knelt on the floor pouting behind the hot plastic, feeling alien, feeling like some Goddamn bizarre experiment between a fucking fish and baby elephant. She was not amused. Not in the least.

He approached and dangled his cock tantalizingly before her, rubbing it over the large oval lenses of the mask. His precum obscuring her vision while she glared up at him and that infuriating fucking smirk that would make her grudge fuck the hell out of him later.

Her eyes widened as he grabbed the mask and tugged her head up. It was then she saw the large gleaming knife move in his hand. Quickly, he sliced the hose from the mask leaving a gaping hope - right in front of her mouth.

"You fucker." She thought as he shoved his cock through the hole in the mask. "I won't be able to get more than the head and a couple of inches in my mouth."

He just smirked and continued to fuck her face. She was not amused.

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Flash Fiction Friday

299 words

On a Wicked Wintry Day...

2010-01-31T19:25:00.001-06:00

The fire crackles as it burns within the stone fireplace in the small cabin. We lay in the antique bed with it's fancy wrought iron frame watching the snow fall beyond the window. We have been slowly fucking the afternoon away.

Burrowed beneath blankets, we lay spooning; her small back to my broad chest, her head on my left arm and shoulder. Her small throat is trapped between my arm and forearm. My hand clutching at her breast and torso. My right arm draped across her naked hip as my fingers slowly roll and strum her small clit within her hot, pink folds before I slip them inside her soaked and sore cunt.

The fire works to heat the small cabin, but it is no competition to the heat radiating from our sweating bodies. I am growling into her ear, low murmurs of lust and intent. Her wrists are bound, and she clutches at my forearm with both hands as she grinds her ass against me, taking my cock deeper into her ass.

I like my cock more shallow so that I get more stimulation for my frenulum, heightening my pleasure. She likes my cock deeper, likes to feel it throbbing... likes it better when she feels my hot, sticky cum erupting inside her. We compromise by moving, grinding, churning inside her guts - my cock, a slick piston of flesh building to an explosion of my sticky, bone colored cum.

I pull her right knee up, spreading her thighs apart, exposing her cunt. I pull her knee further, spreading her wide. I plunge my fingers deep into her slick, seeping cunt as I thrust. I can feel my cock moving, slithering just beyond the thin tissues separating her pussy from her ass. My cock likes the new sensation of my fingers inside this cunt I own.

She loves it all, loves having both her ass and pussy taken at once, knowing she is being double penetrated. She protests as I pull my soaked fingers out of her. I growl and slap her vulnerable pussy. She bucks and cries out. I jerk her knee back open and threaten her. She begs...

She begs me to slam her, to choke her, to fuck her up, and to use her any way I want. She begs me to split her apart.

I throw the covers off and rise up, twisting her around and my cock within her. I rotate her like a rotisserie until she is on her back and I am fucking her in the ass missionary style with her legs over my arms. Her cunt distorted by my cock in her ass.

"Rub it! Finger that fucking pussy!!" My demands are guttural and I spit them out between short, brutal thrusts of my cock into her ass.

She doesn't answer, like a good little slut she just obeys.

She is moaning and furiously scrubbing at her throbbing clit. I am grunting over her and rocking her body as I pound into her over and over. She is close... so close. She is begging me to let her cum for me.

"No! Get your hands off that Goddamn pussy!!" She pleads and protests as she contorts and writhes, but she obeys. I slap her pussy with the flat of my fingers. She cries out and clutches at her breasts. I slap her reddened and swollen cunt again. Then again and once more, each blow harder than the last. Her tousled black hair is spilled over the bedding as she shakes her head and squeezes her eyes shut. I churn her like butter.

I am ready to cum now and I growl at her to cum for me. Her hand is a blur of activity as her fingers scrub at her clit. She is about to explode from the pent up passions and damnable denial. I feel my cum boiling through my cock an instant before my orgasm wracks me. I lean into her, spewing cum and growling through gritted teeth, my cock throbbing wildly.

She cums for me. She cums hard, her own orgasm wracking her small body and she rears up towards me in a long contracted spasm, crying out as the release takes her. She falls back heavily onto the bed as the last of my cum pours into her ass and pools hot and wet inside her. I collapse onto her, crushing her beneath me.

We lay like this for a while, recovering our breath. I feel my cum seeping out around my cock and down her ass... and when I have recovered, I will lead her naked outside... to the frozen porch, and to the swirling, steaming hottub...

Putain de Diable

2010-01-28T23:02:00.001-06:00

Whore of the Devil she was.

Beyond the weathered vessel, the restless waves swayed; beckoning her. They mocked her for that which she had so yearned. Her ears were now attuned to the ocean’s din, the sigh and shriek of the warm salty winds, and the creak and protest of rope, timber, and sail.

Splendidly lithe, she was a creature of beauty and passion, each movement more graceful and alluring than the last. He had known he would have her as soon as she had flickered before his starry eyes. He watched her now, moonlit glimmering upon the bow, her raven hair a lustrous, rippling curtain.

"The hour has struck, ma doux..."

She had made her deal.

Gathering her gleaming leash, he led her down to the great canopied bed...

Diable noir et bleu

2010-01-28T16:40:00.001-06:00

Black 'n blue...

and mean all over...

*grins*

Sssomething for the wicked

2010-01-26T18:32:00.049-06:00

Our time together begins as often it does with the excited energy that causes her to shiver uncontrollably as I wrap her in my embrace and my lips seek hers. The sensory overload of having her within my grasp once again sending off explosions of reds and blues in my head. These hues will later manifest themselves in shades of purples upon her caramel skin.

I peel her from the offending layers of clothing that hide her from me. I know my girl. I know she has the nipples bands in place and that her nipples will already be sore and aching. I caress her soft, supple breasts, cupping and squeezing them. She moans as I tear the bands from her overly sensitive nipples and take each one between my thumb and forefinger, rolling, pinching, pulling at them till the skin can give no more and they snap back into place.

Moving from the tender buds of her breasts, I continue my exploration of her, sliding my hands over her ribs and down to her thighs. Purposefully, intently, I ignore her eager, greedy sex and her ever goading little clit. She doesn't have to beg me to touch and play with it. I can see the pleading in her eyes as I smirk and tease and damnably deny her, but I will hear her beg anyway.

Sensuously, I cup her mons and slide my flat, curving fingers down and over that which I own. I lightly place my burning touch to her outer lips. I know her clit is throbbing and begging within her wet folds. I know it grows and throbs more as I tease and deny her as she writhes within my embrace. I know my touch is electrifying to her.

I know that she wants to feel my fingers pinch and twist her aching, throbbing clit, to separate and fill her hot, wet cunt... but I will not give her that pleasure... Not - Just - Yet. Not before I have had my fill of her tormented suffering.

Her pleadings do things to me. They make me want to do bad things to her - very bad things...

And then I roughly thrust the two middle fingers of my right hand into her sopping cunt and feel her knees give out as she clutches at my large shoulders. Her mouth and breath hot against my broad chest. I curve those two fingers up inside her and trap her g-spot against her pelvis and squeeze it until she whimpers. My left arm is wrapped around her small waist. The bicep in my right arm is tense and it contracts as I pull and lift, forcing her up onto her tiptoes. Not good enough. I pick her up from the floor by her cunt as her sleek, smooth legs dangle and her toes curl and twitch.

Her wet pussy is flooding my fingers, soaking them and pooling into my palm. Her lungs feel constricted and her breath is barely able to escape her as she begs me to let her cum for me.

"Cum! Cum, my little fucking whore! Cum before I rip that fucking cunt apart!!"

The names and threats do things to her. Fascinating things...

The growl in my voice coupled with my rough treatment of that wet little cunt forces her to cum. She cums hard, dangling by her cunt as her arms clutch desperately at my neck and shoulders.

Long after I have fucked her, beat her, choked her, reamed her, and creamed her, we are lying next to each other. "You drive me crazy," she tells me. I laugh and squeeze her. She would have me no other way.

She hates the damnable denial and the teasing torment, but she too loves the effects these have on her - that I have on her. The effects that make her want to scream at me to take her, to ravish her, ravage her, just have my fucking way with her - please.

And have my way with her I will... rapaciously.

Just once...

2010-01-22T22:02:00.007-06:00

"I want to smack that cocky ass..." she says as I grin at her.

"God, I hate you..." ~ Luna.

Mas Tequila

2010-01-22T20:02:00.005-06:00

The night was a blur and now the morning wasn't much better. She tried to collect her thoughts dispite her head protesting to being awake, much less actual thought.

She had gone out with the girls for some Mexican and margaritas. She was only going to have one. Just one. It had been a pleasant outting, but then that God Damned Tiffany showed up and insisted on doing a round of shots... to start with... Ughh... why she listened to that little bitch?

Slowly the kaleidescope that had been the previous evening came into focus. She and Tiffany had ended up dancing on a table on the patio while singing karaoke...

"...

One shot...Hey! Mas Tequila-

Two shots...Hey! que veneno-

Three shots...Arriba! Mas Tequila!

Hey! Hey!

..."

That damn Tiffany pulling her shirt up and putting her titties on display while they sang and danced to a raucous crowd. Oh fuck. Did she really suck tequila off that bitch's titty? She sure as hell hoped no one from work there had a camera...

Fuckkk... Why did the morning have to be so bright? Why was her ass hurting? And where the fuck was she? And just what the fuck was she wearing? Was this dried cum in her hair?

Ughhh... that did it! She was NEVER getting drunk again!! EVER!!! Well... not with that damned Tiffany around anyways... fucking whore...

Who's a whore?

2010-01-20T18:47:00.001-06:00

"Oh my God", she blurted out. "I bet you get sooo much action..."

I hadn't expected that statement at this late juncture. I looked at her and laughed, then feigned ignorance of what she was alluding to.

She continued. "You're good. I'll give you that. I bet you have women all over."

"What are you talking about?" I asked her, still chuckling.

"We're just two friends having a conversation... Right? We're only talking..." I said smoothly.

She eyed me suspiciously. "We're not friends. I'm not even sure I like you."

"Didn't stop you from bringing me home..." I teased her.

She stopped talking. She was very cute, much younger than me, haughty because she could be, and very used to having her way with guys. Most guys anyway... just the type of woman I loved to seduce - and use.

She began again. "Look, I don't bring guys home. I haven't known you but like two hours and you are in my apartment, on my couch, and I am telling you things that I don't tell anyone. Oh my God! How did you do this? You're doing some sort of psychological voodoo shit to my head. You need to stop!"

The more she talked the more animated she was becoming. I grinned at her and and started coaxing her back down.

"We're only talking," I said in a calm voice. "No one is doing anything... I could leave if you would like..."

"God, I bet you are such a whore..." She stopped and shook her head as though exasperated with one of us.

I laughed at her as I had been doing the past few hours. She would pay for that later... We had met at a coffee shop. She was running that smart-assed little mouth of hers to some people there and had some poor guy tripping all over himself. I had approached, jumped into the conversation and spent an hour fucking with her until finally she looked at me and said, "Please stop being mean to me."

I wouldn't of course, but I did shift tactics. Now the realization that she had brought me, a virtual stranger, home was hitting her, as was the fact that I was going to fuck her - or whatever else I wanted to do to her.

Later, she would tell me that it was she who was the whore. A dirty, nasty, little whore that needed her naughty little whore's pussy spanked. And spank her pussy I would, my left fist in her hair, her smooth thighs parted and quivering between the times that my hand would smack her smooth, swollen, and very wet pussy.

She begged me heatedly to let her suck my cock. Feeling amicable, I decided to let her...

She did say Pretty please...

2010-01-16T13:02:00.007-06:00

"So what are you wearing under there?"

The question drew a lot of attention. Heads were turning and ears were tuning.

I laughed at her. "You play your cards right and - it could be your lipstick."

Nearby mouths fell open as faces transformed with shocked expressions.

It was a wedding reception afterall... the bride forgave me; the groom... not so much.

Taking her down...

2010-01-16T10:02:00.003-06:00

She really didn’t like anything cold touching her. Ever.

Of course… such things DevilishLy delighted him. Seeing her squirm and hearing her squeal never failed to bring a smile to his lips or a throb to his cock.

However, she did like visits to his basement. His "Bat Cave" she called it. All sorts of wicked things were in the bat cave. Fun things like lanyards, pulleys, ropes… She smiled as he led her down. Oh, how she did love going down... to be compliant and malleable to his whims.

Still smiling happily, she was completely compliant as he secured her hands and feet to the polished concrete floor before he attached her to the pulley and started hoisting her ass up into the air. Her mind was in a masochistic haze of bliss. She did love her some spankings and floggings when she bound and couldn’t squirm away…

Her mouth transformed from a nice curving arc to a lovely oval as she felt the icy spray of the hose shower over her naked feet and begin an ascent up her quivering thighs.

“Oh, no Daddy! Oh, Fuck! Not that! Pleaseee…”

Her cries were drowned out by his echoing laughter as the powerful jet of icy water filled and overflowed her hot cunt and sprayed an icy shower over her small frame. The spray chilled her hot and excited little body, overflowing and running in rivulets down her legs, and tickling her sides and breasts before dripping from her nipples...

She was still protesting as the thick bronze nozzle was forced into her cold, wet cunt…

Reveries sur le mauvais...

2010-01-10T10:35:00.002-06:00

I don't always give her what she wants, but I give her what she craves, what she needs... She gets my attention, my focus, my warmest affections. She also gets my lust, my sadism, my brutality, and my Dominance. Rarely the much yearned for weekend-long rendezvouses, but enough to fill her pretty little head and body with the sweetest sensations, the nastiest thoughts, and the hardest orgasms.

She has been dangled, teased, tormented, beaten, spanked, slapped, punched, filled, stretched, exposed, forced, coerced, choked with my hands and cock, and been both allowed and forced to cum - a lot... And yet, ever greedy girl that she is, she always wants more.

We also lack the same virtues, she and I, and our patience is impossible for us to fabricate. We part sad that we have to do so, but happy, content, and relaxed after our time together. These are never often enough, last long enough, nor come soon enough. Time and distance leave us both feeling starved, insatiable, and deprived. She whines about fading bruises, a pussy and nipples that are not sore, a body that is not being crushed beneath me.

She is nothing if not compliant. She yearns to serve, to please. She hungers most to be pleasing me - submitting to my desires, reveling in my rough attentions, sating my cock, hearing me growl, feeling my torque and my strength, savoring my orgasms, relaxing me with her tender touch. She is clever girls, smart, sassy, sexy, muse worthy.

And she really, really needs to come join me for a long hot candlelit bath...