12-29-2014 Fiction

Dead Man's Hand

"And you ... whom will you dance with should choice overwhelm you into indecisiveness? No choice at all, in the end, will still be a choice. Perhaps, you'd lose all your options, like "poof, they're all gone, sir, better luck next time". What will you say to yourself then? Would you still carry around your heavy pride in those weakening arms of yours? Will you stitch that heavy, old thing once life has torn it apart a time or two?" The old man asked.

"I know what I am doing," the young handsome man replied not looking up from his cards.

"Of course you do," grinned the old man, "you'd never be one to lose your hand tipping it while paying attention to ... other pursuits. And such lovely lookin' pursuits they are, some just as lovely as your lady there. Ah, but, your mind is very firmly in the game that is in front of you. Those eyes of yours dancing around on those ladies are no indicator of your concentration of course."

"That's correct."

"Tell me then, young sir, how is it that I've stolen your most prized possession while your eye wandered off if indeed your mind is so firmly in the game?" The old one laughed.

"My ... most prized possession?" The young man replied, frantically checking all of his pockets.

He secured his expensive watch and his wallet- all seemed safe and sound. The young man tilted his head then and smirked.

"You had me there, old man, for a second, but it appears you bluff. I haven't lost any of my possessions at all."

"Have you not, eh?" The old man cackled.

"No, I haven't."

"Where's that pretty lady of yours then?"

The young man spun around to see his lady missing. He looked back to the old man sitting in the chair only to find that chair now empty. On its seat lay a dead man's hand and his lady's gold ring, the old man had indeed robbed him. Or, perhaps, the young man had really robbed himself.

12-18-2014 Poetry

Masochistic Heart

Cottony cuddles and a sweet cashmere caress

Sensations stirring around until they coalesce.

Rose petals and baby’s breath

when your fingers trail my flesh;

Delicate.

The sharp and piercing sear, a true gift from his fangs

Causing a backward motion to rattle my chains.

Blood red streaks offer up a feast;

Complements stark white of the teeth

Of my beast.

Dancing to the rhythm of the cane; rising welts,

Sensations so pure I cannot keep to myself.

The more he works, louder my cries

Yet silenced when met by his eyes

Into sighs.

Biting back glorious words so wet on my tongue,

An incoherent chorus that cannot be sung.

The more heat made, more I shiver.

Praise down my leg runs his river;

Delivered.

So soft his voice now I lean close to hear his breath;

One word he spoke, one syllable, carried such depth.

Tonight there's one thing he had shown;

Spoke so perfect, calling me "owned"

In a moan.

Then in a heartbeat he orchestrated sorrow;

Sensations so painful id still hurt tomorrow.

Not with a cane nor by his whips,

But by the words crossing his lips;

My tears slip.

The waves of his own pain crashed into my body;

Darkness in pitches that clouded me out oddly.

Struggling to heal all his wounds

Only but pushed me out of the room

Way too soon.

Cottony embraces leave us prickly warm.

Our emotions twirling in the eye of the storm.

Blood red against the pure, soft white;

A blanket I cling to tonight

In my fright.

Dancing with such sorrow I can never unfeel;

Sensations so raw I know they'll never heal.

The more we hurt, louder my cries.

I am swallowed up by his eyes;

Can't survive.

So soft his voice now I lean close to hear him speak;

One word he said, one syllable, made me fel weak.

Tonight, too vulnerable to sleep,

In confusion I lay and weep;

I'm too deep.

The sharp and piercing sear on my soul from his fangs

Causing me to fall deeper into all of this pain.

Soft rose petals and baby's breath,

To look pretty when nothing's left

Of what I kept.

11-20-2014 Fiction

The Wolf and the Stitch

Little Red Riding Hood stood before the wolf in only her red, hooded dress.

Crying she had been, she looked quite a mess.

"This dress," he growled, "separates you from me.

This is something I don't like to see."

"My dress is my sanity, my control; without it I am exposed and unsafe," she did reply.

She feared to remove it meant she'd surely die.

"My dear, you are safe with me. See, I have these big ears in which to listen, these huge paws in which to hold you."

He smiled with his large, white fangs showing right through.

"I see that," she replied with reluctance so strong.

She couldn't be sure of what would be right or be wrong.

"How about this," the wolf whispered as he walked around her, sniffing her, "I will remove only one little stitch.

It's such a small effort, my darling, to simply do as I wish."

"One. Insignificant. Stitch," he went on.

Little Red Riding Hood exhaled and nodded taking note of his brawn.

One little stitch seems a huge compromise on the part of the wolf, she thought.

What would he glean from it, how could she not?

Removal of a single stitch in a row of possibly thousands?

A mere stitch surely could not remove mountains.

As she pondered this, the wolf lifted the side of her dress to his face.

He hummed a melody as he sought out just the right place.

Carefully, he used a nail to loosen one stitch and showed her while he licked on his fangs.

The manacles on his wrists brushed her and she responded to his chains.

He moved his nose closer to her and his hot breath fluttered near her neck.

She blushed as she felt the arousal start to tingle throughout her sex.

"See? Just removing one little loop; one less thing standing in my way is all I require."

Then he whispered softly, "And I will have all of you for which to devour."

He gave a low growl as he used his nail to now severe the loop.

Into his paws, her face he did scoop.

Little Red Riding Hood closed her eyes, anticipating the worst but then … nothing.

Slowly she opened her eyes and stared at the wolf, still seeking something.

"Now, we dance," he commanded and took her in arm.

She followed his lead, entranced with his charm.

"My strong arms here will keep you from harm."

So they danced and they dance, she followed wherever he'd go.

The music would stop but they kept up the flow.

All on their own, they waltzed and they turned.

However, the lesson was about to be learned.

"Oh dear, oh my!"

Little Red Riding Hood did cried.

She looked down at her dress as it came apart and fell to the ground.

In horror she watched as the wolf ran towards without sound.

He took her in mouth, clamping down hard as he growled so low.

The stitch he had severed had let all other loops follow.

10-21-2014 Fiction

Naughty

The phone rings sending prickly hot sensations throughout my body. Certain muscles relax while other muscles tighten. I pick up the phone after the first ring.

“Hello?” I ask, smiling widely because I already know who it is.

“Hello,” he breathes into the phone, “Are you alone?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl, I want you all to myself tonight.”

“I’m all yours, Sir,” I said sliding my hand down my pants.

“Remove your hand,” he commands abruptly, jolting me.

“How…?”

“I know you,” he interrupts.

“You’re a naughty little girl,” he continues, “you never asked permission. That is my body you were touching … without my permission.”

“I’m sorry, Sir,” I mumble.

I could hear him on the other end, tell tale movements and a belt buckle being undone; my heart rate quickens. I lick my lips imagining him pulling his hard cock out for me.

“Oh, to be near you right now,” I sigh.

“Really? And what would you do?” He asks.

“I’d kneel in front of you with a waiting, eager mouth,” I say.

“Is that all?”

“No,” I chuckle.

“Then share.”

“I’d start to lick the head, looking for some drops of sweet …”

“The first thing you do, little girl, is ask. You forget so quickly,” he says.

“May I touch you?”

“You may, but only with you right hand.”

“Well then I will take you in hand and move slowly up then down, circling the head with my thumb ever so gently.”

I hear him moan. I can’t stop myself, I undo my jeans and slip my hand back in. I just barely graze my clit before he clucks his tongue at me.

“Tsk tsk, naughty girl tonight, aren’t you, baby?” He asks.

“How do you do that?” I insist.

He chuckles. His laugh sounds almost evil and dark, but I know him, his laugh deceives. There is a hint of sweetness underneath its roll, but on the surface it remains ominous. I love his laugh and tell him, probably for the millionth time. He laughs again. I swear I can eel him watching me. It doesn’t make any sense, I know he is miles away; the feeling grows stronger though. I close my eyes.

“What is the matter?” He asks.

“Nothing.”

“You aren’t allowed to use that word,” he says sternly.

“I’m sorry, Sir.”

“Now, take your left hand and pinch your left nipple,” he instructs.

I moan into the phone provoking a moan from him. I start to play with my other nipple as well and he tells me to stop. I open my eyes. He is good, but tonight he is off the charts at catching me disobey. I grin to myself.

“You have a beautiful smile,” he whispers.

“I what?”

“You heard me,” he growls softly.

A gush of wetness pours out of me. I turn red. I reach down my pants and pull my hand out, covered in my wetness. My pussy was pulsing the way it does after an orgasm. Did I just cum? I wondered.

“Clean off your fingers,” he tells me, “with your tongue.”

I suck myself off each of my fingers. My eyes go to the window next to my bed. It’s dark. I can’t see anything, but I can swear he is out there watching me. That’s silly I tell myself. I shake my head, it’s all coincidence; he’s just that good.

“Baby girl?” He asks.

“Yes, Sir?”

Suddenly there’s a tap on my window. I roll up in bed and look, but still see nothing. I tell myself there’s just no way and it’s just a mind game he is playing. I sigh into the phone.

“What’s the matter now?” He asks.

“Noth—well, um …”

“You wish I was there, holding you, biting you, allowing you to take my cock deep into your throat and feeding you, don’t you?”

“Yes …” I whimper.

“I sure wish I could do that for you.”

“I know,” I say and close my eyes.

“I could if you’d only open your front door for me,” he growls softly.

My eyes shoot open wide. I bolt up from the bed and make a mad scramble to the door. I open it without grace and standing there, with his back to me, dressed in a long black coat stands a man. I gasp as he turns around grinning the most mischievous grin. We embrace in the doorway.

“Now, we’ve got the matter of your punishment for being bad tonight, little girl.”

10-20-2014 Fiction

Lower

His eyes bear down at me and I cling to his knees tighter in hopes of balancing myself. The look in his eyes makes me shake; shake as if my soul is desperately trying to escape in order to touch his. Chills break out across my naked flesh and he traces with his finger an outline of a heart on the back of my shoulder.

"Draw your name in it, please?" I plea.

"He drags a sharpened fingernail in the form of a letter; the letter of his first name. A wee bit of blood forms, I can feel it. I sigh and he bends down to wrap his arms around me. Picking me up so that our eyes meet level, he sucks my breath into his kiss. My lips tremble against his in eagerness.

"May I please you?" I exhale between kisses.

He doesn't answer with words. His arms still wrapped around my neck begin to pressure my shoulders downward. Slowly I drift towards his chest then his navel, kissing along the way; adding a playful bite to keep him moaning. My goal, however, is to hear him whimpering in pleasure. Below the navel I lick and nibble ... and lower ... and lower.

"I want every single drop," I confess as I travel lower still.

I hear him inhale sharply as I take him in.

10-8-2014 Fiction

He Makes me Dream

I am in a dark room; unfamiliar and I’m scared. The anticipation is exciting to me. A few shivers spread through my body. He enters the room behind me and before I can turn to face him, he stops me. His one hand is on my shoulder, the other one wraps around my waist. I feel his hot breath on the side of my neck. I don’t know how to react, I just stand there, waiting for him to speak.

“Put your hands behind your back, baby,” he whispers in a seductive voice.

Without question, I obey. I’m scared but drawn into the moment. He handcuffs me—I can hear the tell tale clicks. I feel the cold metal against my wrist and I get wet. Please, I beg in my head, please take me. My clit grows hard and I shuffle my weight a little, further stimulating it.

He walks away, leaving me there, shifting my weight from leg to leg. He comes back, in front of me, and shows me his knife. My eyes open wide then fall back into an almost drunken posture. I can barely see him I’m so drunk with arousal. He traces his blade from my throat down between my breasts. I fight not to shiver.

“Now that I have your full attention …” he chuckles and walks behind me.

He takes his steel down my spine and suddenly bites into my left shoulder. I gasp and cry out in pain. The trickle of wetness I’d been leaking out doubles. My pussy starts to pulse and I begin to beg in soft whispers.

“Please?”

“Please what?” He asks.

I don’t even know, honestly. I can’t think of these things right now, I just know I simply want. Right now, I just want whatever he’s going to do with me—anything! I simply repeat my “please” a few more times, until my pleas grew incoherent.

He walked over to my face and smiled. He took his blade and started to carve a heart into my left breast, then my right. I could just barely see what was going on; I watched the blood slowly bead from his work. His one arm wrapped around me to steady me as he continued. The sight of the blood whipped me into a frenzy. My breathing changed dramatically and he noticed but kept working slowly.

“And now,” he said, cupping my right breast, “I taste you.”

I watched as he licked up the blood slowly, savoring my taste. I started to build up to an orgasm and fought it off. Just as I gained the needed composure, he bit my nipple hard, then his mouth went around rapidly biting both of my breasts. His hand in the small of my back steadied me, but I was still sure I could topple over any minute.

“Please?” I begged, “Let me taste.”

He kissed me, slowly, keeping his eagerness under control. His tongue was subtle, which I didn’t expect. He was giving me opportunity to taste and savor as he had done; this kiss was about the blood.

I grew faint and he let me lay down. I stared hungrily at him and he cut into his own chest and offered it to me. I cling ferociously despite my hands at my back and lick and sucked at his wound. I struggled against those damn cuffs now. I wanted to grab at him. He sensed it and chuckled, pushing me back.

“Not until you cum, girl.”

Fuck.

10-7-2014 Fiction

A Talk

She tried to keep her distance, hesitating to look at him so she could better control her arousal. She knew she needed to behave, though the reasons for behaving seemed to dwindle the longer he was there. The cadence of his voice got to her. The look in his eye got to her. The faint smell of his cologne got to her. She couldn’t stop thinking about wrapping her lips around his cock. Then, he reached for her; his hand caressing her leg through her jeans. Her “iron clad will” faded fast.

“You have to stop that,” she whimpered as his hand drifted towards her pussy.

She wondered if he could tell how wet she was through her jeans. Could he feel the heat of lust meeting his fingertips? She forcibly stopped him. He chuckled and settled back into his chair.

“I don’t want to start what I can’t finish,” she confessed.

“It’s fine,” he said and touched her again.

He leaned in close to her chest and she started to unzip her hoodie. She wore no shirt underneath, just her bra. Hesitating, she remarked about behaving again. As she said it, however, her hand didn’t stop and she unzipped. Exposed, he immediately pulled out her left breast and started to suck.

“Jesus,” she moaned.

The pressure was perfect; a blend of pleasure and pain instantly. Lips and teeth sucked her nipple in further and further as her cunt began to pulse. It throbbed as if giving orders, she had to fuck him. Now!

“Stop,” she said and pulled away.

He eased back into his seat again, grinning. Her face blushed pink and she tried to steady her breathing. Words wouldn’t come to her, at least not so easily. She stammered around a bit. He watched her bumbling.

“We should make them even,” she relented and removed her right breast.

“We must,” he agreed.

The more he bit and sucked, the closer she got to orgasm. She fought it. Her wetness was already running down onto her inner thighs. His hand seemed to notice and shot forth to rub at her. Leaning forward, she bit his ear and traced it with her tongue. Then he stopped.

“We really need to stop this,” she said.

How she wished she could just shut up and let it overtake her. She wanted him so bad and it was obvious. Still, she fought it. His hard cock beckoned to her through his shorts, and god did she want a taste. She bit her lips, trying desperately to yank herself out of her lust. It made it worse. She felt so goddamn horny, she could barely see straight.

Then he took her breast again, leading up to kissing her. Instinctively, she sucked on his tongue as if it were his cock. Oh, how she wanted that bad boy inside her mouth. He bit into her lower lip and gently tugged. Quickly, she began to rationalize things, her reasons to resist falling away.

“I can at least touch it,” she said as more a statement than a question.

“Yes,” he said.

He stood up for her and she ripped his belt off. She gently pulled out his hard dick and it was beautiful. The head—perfect for suckling on. She pushed the thought from her mind as best she could, but found herself getting her mouth closer and closer.

I’ll only kiss the shaft, she thought as she wrapped her hand around the base. She felt it throb and grow harder as she breathed near it. She let her lips drag around its length for a bit. Then, she could no longer stop herself.

She swallowed him up. She was about to stop herself again but he was growling; short little growls and she couldn’t stop now. His noise got to her and she no longer though, she reacted. She pushed her chair out from underneath herself with a leg and hit the floor on her knees.

He grabbed the chain around her neck and controlled her movements. His other hand grabbed up her hair. She could barely notice anything other than his cock in her hungry mouth and her choker chain pulling her forward to glory. She didn’t slow down, she didn’t try any technique; she only wanted to keep him in her mouth forever.

“Cum,” he said.

That was all she heard, the word “cum” right before he dumped his seed down her throat. She swallowed hard several times. He had come a lot and it was delicious. She greedily sucked harder hoping for even more. She licked his right ball playfully and hugged his leg for a moment. There, at his feet, she felt calm. She didn’t want to let go or move.

“Good girl,” he said.

“We’re gonna have to talk again real soon,” she smiled, reluctantly getting up.

He watched her squirm. She had never been so weak to resist someone before and it felt funny. She told him, but knew he really had no idea how powerful that was. Embarrassed, she avoided his eyes. When she did look at him, she could see his satisfaction and she knew that he understood the power he had gained over her.

8-13-2014 Fiction

Desire

I will kneel before you and let my lustful instincts take over my body. My mind, in your hands, I will not think just feel and react to your presence. I will pour my love and admiration into my lips as they kiss you all over and worship your body. I will give you all of my body, no limits, no worries. I will be yours to make your babygirl or sinful slut; you switching my gears however you like, tasting each facet of who I am.

You can restrain me without chains or ropes, using just your command. Though, chains and ropes certainly will look nice in the pictures you will take. Your eyes, they will make those commands before the words leave your mouth. I am helpless and will obey; my only desire ... to please you in all the ways you need. And want.

You will give me pain mixed with pleasure, twisting my mind and body however you want. I will take anything for your pleasure. Anything. I forget all concept of a "comfort zone". I will be comfortable wherever you take me- heaven or hell-both!

I kneel before you, accepting all that you are. I kneel, I embrace, I adore, I'll crawl, I'll beg ... all for you. You. You are my desire.

4-7-2014 Poetry

Artistry

I don’t feel unless it hurts. If my mind’s not running from the implement of my destruction,

I do not function.

I dip my fingertips into the bruises and paint many pictures. The bones underneath my words spoken,

They have been broken.

I weave the pain in the holes inside of me. This makes my soul one

cohesive piece but it’s not a cure.

I can’t handle anymore.

Beautiful statements lined up like scars. I showcase my pain inside

this artistry; it’s my creativity,

my infirmity

2-24-2014 Fiction

Movie Night

“Why don’t you go ahead and please your husband for me?” He whispered in my ear.

I hesitated. As I stared at the movie playing on the television, he nudged my arm. I looked at him sideways for a moment, then leaned over my husband and unzipped his pants. While my hand reached down through his underwear, I ran my lips gently down his neck. My husband moaned softly and his body stiffened.

“He wants me to please you,” I whispered, “Are you okay with this?”

“Yes.”

I pulled out his cock. It stood hard and the light from the television gave it a soft glow as I worked my hand over it a few times. Once the precum started to bubble out, I leaned down and tasted it. Heaven! I sucked him fully into my mouth. I wondered if my husband would get shy and stop me, but he didn’t.

My friend sat on the other side of the couch, very close to us, and watched. He began to smack my ass with something, traveling down the back of my legs. I moaned loudly despite my mouthful of cock. That sensation made my husband raise his hips upwards. I followed his rhythm. While my head bobbed up and down feverishly, my friend grabbed the back of my hair and forced me to go even faster; deeper.

“I’m about to—,” my husband started to say.

A loud, animalistic moan finished his sentence. I stayed down deep on his dick while is pulsed a reward down my throat. He patted my head. I smiled and went back to watching the movie while he went to clean himself up. My friend reached over and grabbed the chain around me neck. Standing up, he yanked me into position over the couch. He lit up my ass with his hand at first then started with a cane. Abruptly, he stopped and sat back down. I let out a small whimper. Reluctantly, I got back into my seat next to him as my husband re entered the room.

We watched the remainder of the movie, parts of which were lost to me. I had thrown an arm around each of their necks. Occasionally, my friend would caress at my hand, sometimes he would pinch my ribs just to hear me moan. He’d chuckle never looking my way; his eyes fixated on the television.

Impatience had finally worn my husband thin—he stood up and unzipped his leather pants again. A bold move from such a shy one! My friend undid himself, pointing at the floor in between them. Quickly, I jumped down onto my knees.

“Take me first,” he breathed in my ear and leaned back.

I swallowed up his black cock as ordered then reached over to work my hand on my husband’s dick. I alternated my mouth and hand on both of them until my husband stopped me. I looked up confused.

“Let’s take this upstairs,” he said to my friend.

I followed behind them. Upstairs, my friend grabbed my throat and choked me while my husband started to take off my pants. They both stripped me down completely—clothing being thrown wildly everywhere. My friend tossed me onto his bed face down. My husband maneuvered underneath my face and shoved his cock back into my mouth.

I heard the wind roaring behind me as my friend cracked me with his flogger. THUD!

I sucked harder. THUD! I went down deeper. My husband stopped my head from moving.

“Stop,” he told me, “Get on top of me.”

I got nervous. I don’t often ride my husband, especially for an audience. As I did, my friend came behind me and started to bite my neck and shoulders violently. I felt my pussy squeeze against cock each time teeth sank into my flesh. Finally, I was so tight, my husband couldn’t hold back anymore and shot inside of me. Dismounting, I grinned at him.

“Thank you,” I said softly.

“Lay down bitch,” my friend grunted from behind me.

He took me in missionary position while my husband watched us. Suddenly awkward, I looked up at my husband for approval. He smiled and winked at me. Taking my left hand into his, he kissed it and placed it on my friend’s ass. I felt the muscles underneath me tense from my touch. I dug my nails in.

My friend began to grind against me faster. I bucked my hips against him as he started to shoot a load into me. I took his face into my hands and kissed him. Then, he pulled out swiftly, yanked me up, and they both stood close to me, one on either side.

“Hold her up, she’s gonna need you,” he told my husband.

I heard the whip crack and I fell into my husband’s arms. The sting I was expecting never came. Instead, my muscles relaxed with each strike. And I did need my husband, my knees became wobbly. I struggled to stand up on my own, but couldn’t. My friend stuck his fingers into me.

“Very full, aren’t you?” He laughed from behind me.

“Yes” I nodded.

“Enjoy yourself?” My husband asked and helped me over to the bed.

“Very much.”

My friend sat down beside me and hugged me. I laid my head on his shoulder and watched my husband get dressed. I felt my friend brushed the hair away from my ear. He caressed it for a moment then kissed my forehead. It was time to leave now—5 o’clock in the morning! I sighed contently and he let go of me. He helped me find my clothes that were littered all over the room.

“Now, you’re going to run to Walgreens with cum dripping out of you,” my friend whispered to me, “I know you like that, my little freak.”

“Yes sir,” I replied.

“Good girl.”