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weekend update...

I have a bruise in the center of my chest, one on each side of my neck, and another on my left shoulder. All of them are shaped like her mouth. There are finger shaped marks on my upper arms where she held me down.

The red lines have faded, but not the memory of her raking her nails down my sides, or the feeling of her fingers digging into the flesh of my stomach while her teeth scraped up and down the skin of my cock.

I have a lot of memories from the past five days or so, none of them really complete or singular. More like snapshots of a crime scene...

...she takes me into her mouth, calling me Master, moaning her devotion around my cock...

...she's on her stomach, hips arched up as I slide slowly into her ass. I fuck her like this hard, fast, deep, calling her my dirty girl. She calls me Daddy and cums right before I do, it's one of our favorite games...

...she crawls between my legs, taking my cock into her mouth with a smile. It's been maybe 20 minutes since the last time I came for her, but she wants more. Her mouth is hot and wet and tight and soon enough she gets what she wants from me. I fill her mouth and it almost hurts, but I love it...

...sitting between my legs at the end of the bed, she puts some lotion on her feet, takes my cock between them and starts rubbing up and down, back and forth. It's amazing, like nothing I can ever remember experiencing before. After a few minutes, she takes me in her hand, slowly stroking me up and down while she runs her slippery soft feet up and down my chest and stomach. The sensation is amazing, and I have to tell her to stop so that I don't cum too soon...

...she tells me that she doesn't want to hurt me, and I say "I don't care" and she does her best to make me change my mind. She's chanting "I love you" and "I hate you" as she's riding me, legs tight against mine and fingers digging into the flesh of my hips. Eventually she's nearing exhaustion, and rolls off of me, and I spread her legs and take her just as violently as she's taken me. When I finally cum, it feels like coming home...

It's been an excellent weekend... and she told me that I was "in trouble" when she gets home tonight. I can't wait...

for my love

“I was going to write something on your birthday card, but I couldn’t think of anything that was work-place appropriate.”

This was the first thing she said to me, really. We’d had a conversation or two, here or there, and one now-legendary altercation about being friends, but for the most part, she was the quiet, good natured shy beauty who I never really paid that much attention to. I was wrapped up in my own thing, feeling down and alone and just not looking.

But you know what they say about that.

I must have stammered some kind of reply, something along the lines of “Oh. Well. There you go then.”, as she walked out of the break-room and back to the call-center floor we both worked at.

And that was the beginning.

Two days later, we had coffee together for the first time, talking about our lives, making small talk, starting the process of getting to know one another. At some point, I pinched her lightly on the arm (I’m pretty sure it was the first time we’d ever touched.) She gave me a ‘how dare you!’ kind of look… then she smiled and purred “Do that again”, with the look in her eyes that I would come to know as “I’m up to something.”

I laughed and said “No.” She pouted, and smiled, and we continued.

Leaving the coffee shop, we parted ways; she was headed into the downtown core to do some shopping, I was heading back to my apartment. Had we lingered there on the sidewalk a few minutes more, I’m sure we’d have kissed. And days later, when we finally did kiss for the first time we both felt like the pilot of the Enola-Gay flying out of the shockwave: nothing could have prepared us for that explosive flash of recognition as we realized exactly what we were getting into.

That initial, electric, brilliant excitement and attraction I felt for her then has never faded, never waned. We’ve been through ups and downs over the past two years, everyone does. But we’re still very much in love, and very much in Lust. She’s the best thing that has ever happened to me, and she tells me I’m her hero.

She will remain “she” and “her” here, of course, just as my name will never be written. But she is my muse, in all things, but especially here. Almost everything that I write and post is either a direct experience that we’ve shared, based on one, or a fantasy that we have discussed. She inspires me, always. She is the Virgin and the Whore, predator and prey, my Mistress and My slave. She is my partner, my love, my friend.

And, just like Queen Victoria did, she has asked me to marry her. And I said “Yes.”

Happy anniversary, my love, and may we have a million more.

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She was a tease (part 5, end)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Without pausing, I slid my cock deep into her pussy. She was so completely wet and ready that there was no resistance at all, and since I’d moved so quickly down between her legs, she didn’t have time to resist. Her moan / scream was as much from lust as it was from the feelings of humiliation and violation she was feeling. Her hips bucked up off the bed as I started to slowly fuck her, and I think she came again, at least it sure felt and sounded like she did.

I bent over her, laying fully on top of her and holding her down as I continued to fuck her. My mouth traveled over her shoulders and neck and face, my tongue and teeth leaving a trail of bite marks and saliva. She was crying, moaning, screaming through the gag in her mouth as I pistoned in and out of her. She was so wet I could feel it on her thighs. I started whispering in her ear, telling her how much I loved raping her tight pussy, telling her she was a perfect little slut and whore. Told her how dirty she was to enjoy being fucked like this. I said that she must secretly want to be raped all the time.

I told her that she’d never be able to have sex again without thinking of the way that I was fucking her now, using her like a piece of meat. I said that all she was was a hole, a place for me to put my cock and that every time she was with a man from now on, she’d wish it were me fucking her.

She cried and moaned and screamed some more, and came at least one more time. I stopped counting after a while, except to note each one and tell her how dirty she was to come so hard from being raped. She was barely moving any more, really, her resistance now just a barely audible moan every time I stabbed deep into her with my cock. She didn’t even move when I pulled out of her cunt, straddled her stomach and sprayed my cum all over her chest and face.

I climbed off the bed and got dressed. I stood over her for a few minutes, admiring my work. Her body was shaking. Cum and tears streaked her face. She looked so beautiful, like a work of art. I told her that I loved her like this, and that I’d be back in a few hours to clean her up and start again.

And I told her that I’d bring a friend this time.

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Mistress said:

"Mistress loves you because you are beautiful."

and

"Mistress loves you because your cock is so responsive."

My hands are clasped around the bottom bar of our cast iron headboard, the one I bought because it's perfect for all sorts of cuffs, ropes, chains, etc. She hasn't cuffed me up, and she's not going to, but my knuckles are white from the strain of not touching her. She hasn't told me I can't, but I know better.

She starts slowly, kissing my mouth and face and neck lightly, gently, all the while grinding her body against mine. We're both naked; it would only be a small motion for her to slide down and onto my cock, but this exquisite torture is so much better. Every inch of skin is being slowly rubbed by every inch of her skin.

Then she growls low and deep in her throat, and the next thing I know her teeth are clamped to the skin of my neck. She's turned primal, her voice deep and smoky. She tells me how much she wants to bite and tear and rend my skin and my flesh. Her teeth and fingers leave red tracks on my chest and sides, and all the time she's rubbing up and down my body with hers. For a moment I wonder if this will be the time when she applies that extra pound of pressure. I wonder if I'll feel the spray of my blood from the hole she's bitten into my neck, if it will feel warm on my skin as I go cold. She's hurting me, the way she likes to the best, and I'm loving it, wanting to feel that tear... but she relents and keeps kissing and biting her way down from my neck to my chest.

Then she starts telling me how we're going to have to restart my training. She tells me that I have a lot of work to do, and a lot to learn if I'm going to be a good pet for her. She tells me that if I'm good, and learn what I need to learn that she'll take me out.

She wants to blindfold and bind me, take me to a fetish or sex club somewhere and make my fantasy a reality. She's read what I've written and loves the idea of it.

I tell her that I'll be her pet, her toy, her slave. She's wrapped her fingers around my cock, slowly stroking it up and down as she lays out the scenario to me, even though I know it so well. I'll be on my hands and knees, bound and blindfolded. Unspoken is the knowledge that there are other people in the room, watching us. She says she'll be fucking me when I feel that weight in front of me on the cushion or platform or bed. Then there'll be that smell, musky and dark, then the feel of molten steel wrapped in velvet as he slowly starts to fuck my mouth.

I tell her that I'm hers, I'll do anything: Suck cock, eat pussy. That my body is hers to use and abuse. I am her slave, her toy, her pet. I love the feeling of losing my identity to her, becoming an extension of her will and existing only for her pleasure. My cock is like iron as she crouches down between my legs and starts sucking me.

Her mouth moves slowly, languorously up and down. She's taking her time, driving me crazy. My hands are still on the headboard and it's taking all of my willpower to not thrust up into her mouth. Soon enough, she can tell that it's not going to take much more to send me over the edge. She asks me if her pet wants to cum, and I whisper "yes" over and over.

She takes me in completely, and it's only a few seconds later that I fill her mouth. She takes her time, making sure she gets it all, because that is her pleasure. I feel completely grateful that my Mistress has allowed me to bring her pleasure in this way. I'm her pet, her toy.

She slides slowly back up my body and lets me taste myself in her mouth, telling me that I may love her freely, our signal that the scene has ended. I wrap my arms around her and she sighs into the hollow of my neck. We kiss, slowly, softly, and a few short minutes after she declines my offer of reciprocation, we're both drifting off to sleep.

She was a tease (part 4)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

As she finished cumming with my fingers in her pussy, I reached down and removed the gag from her mouth. Before she could say or do anything, I moved forward so that I was straddling her chest. I reached down and pinched both of her nipples, hard. She screamed and I told her that she’d better be quiet, or she’d find out what real pain was. Eyes wide, she managed to be mostly quiet while I busied myself with her breasts. They were round and full, the skin smooth, the nipples hard and taut. She was squirming and thrashing around under me, her body obviously responding to my touch, even if she didn’t want it to.

After a few minutes, I moved forward a little more so that I was sitting on her breasts with my cock right above her face. She knew what was coming, or at least thought she did. I reached down and wrapped my fingers around my cock. I pumped it a few times, just to make sure she was paying attention and to get it nice and hard. The tip of it was wet from the pre-come leaking out of it, and I pushed it down and smeared it around on her lips. She moved her head to the side, causing me to draw a line up the side of her face. So sexy, but not what I wanted. Without warning I drew my hand back and slapped her, hard, on her left cheek. Her eyes went wide again, wider than they had been, and tears started welling out of them again. I told her not to fucking move, or she’d get worse. Without waiting for any response, I took my cock and started rubbing it against her lips again. I could see her wanting to move, to twist her head away in disgust, but she didn’t. She was being a good little slut and I when I told her so, she moaned again.

I slowly rubbed my cock all over her pretty little face; her mouth, her cheeks, her eyes and her nose. Once she was used to that, I started to hit her with my cock, softly at first, just a tap on her lips, but eventually I was using it like a club against her face. She was moaning and whimpering under me, wanting so badly to try to twist away from my assault, but there was nothing she could do. I told her to open her mouth, and she did it without hesitation.

As I slipped the head of my cock between her lips, I reached back with one hand and found her slit with my fingers. She was completely soaked; so wet that there was a growing dark spot on the sheet between her legs. I looked her right in the eyes and told her how dirty she was to enjoy being raped so much. She moaned and I felt her pussy clench around my finger. I smiled, slowly stroking my cock in and out of her mouth while I fingered her cunt. I called her a slut and a whore, told her that I was going to make her dirty little pussy cum again. Told her how sexy she was tied to the bed, how much I was going to enjoy fucking her over and over.

I fucked her mouth faster and harder. I was shoving my entire length into her and she took it over and over, getting hotter and wetter the entire time. I wanted to cum so badly, cover her face with it, but I wanted to fuck her more than anything, had from the beginning. I pulled my cock out of her mouth, smacked her with it a few more times, then, replacing the gag, I moved down between her legs.

Happy Holidays and Merry Christmas

a qoute:

"It seems perfectly normal to me to drop to my knees in a darkened grade school playground and suck your cock."

Lucky me. She said that after she'd done that exact thing.

breakroom fantasy

Wrote this in April of 2004, right after I'd gotten a new job...

I pour myself a cuppa in the break room, then walk to the "smoking lounge", which may be the only room in the entire building that isn't decorated and dressed up in the corporate motif that the rest of the building wears. It's all concrete and steel, with an HVAC system that growls and mutters constantly, eating smoke and pushing out bland air. There are a few tables and some chairs scattered around the concrete floor, and ashtrays everywhere. It's completely utilitarian: you don't go there to lounge, you go there to get your fix. If heroin were legal, there'd be a supply of cheap spoons and a rubber hose dispenser bolted to the wall.

The great thing about it is the floor to ceiling window that makes up the entire east wall. It's nice to stop for a while, and look out at the city stretching away in all the directions you can see.

My first break is at 5am. It's been years since I've had an ordered break schedule at a job, and honestly, I kind of dig it. Something to look forward to, and I'm not nearly smoking as much, which is good. The break room is always empty at 5; I'm pretty sure that I'm one of maybe 10 people in the entire building. So, when I open the door and there's someone by the window across the room, it takes me a little by surprise.

It's one of the maintenance crew, and he's busy cleaning the windows. His back's to me when I walk through the door, though he spares me an over the shoulder glance before turning back to the task at hand. I light up, looking out the window at the dark city, thinking like usual how odd my schedule is; how everyone else I know is still asleep or just waking up, and here my day is well on it's way to being half over.

And then, because it's just the kind of guy I am, it occurs to me that Mr Window-washer is actually rather cute. I sneak a quick peek, watching as he stretches up one arm up, the muscles of his back moving in entertaining ways under the shirt he's wearing.... the boy is really built under the bland uniform he's wearing, you can tell just by looking.

And so I stand there, slowly smoking my cigarette and smiling what I can only imagine is an evil little smile while in the privacy of my own mind me and the Mr Window-washer violate obscenity laws together. The idea and thought and image all hit me like like lightening; pushing him back against the window as our mouths come together, urgent and almost violent. One hand on the back of his neck, pulling him to me, the other reaching down between us. His belt's unbuckled and falling open, my fingers working quickly to undo the button and zipper of his pants, then pushing them roughly down his legs.

And then he's leaning back, his pants down around his ankles and me on my knees in front of him, hands and fingers and lips and tongue doing what they need to do as fast as I can make them. His fingers twine and pull in my hair, telling me that what I'm doing is what he wants, what he needs. The idea that anyone in the parking lot or across the street has a clear view of us makes it even better.

And then it's over. We stand there for a second, just staring at each other in that connection it seems you can only get in moments like this. I lean in, kissing him deeply so he can taste what I'm tasting. And then, without saying a word, I turn away and walk out, back to my desk and back to work...

My imaginary lover is still turned away from me, washing the windows as I finish my cigarette, crushing it out slowly in the plastic ashtray on the table beside me. If he were to turn around at that moment, he'd see me smiling; see that I'm sneaking glances over to him and biting my lower lip. And maybe, if we were members of the same tribe.... but he doesn't turn around, so I offer a mental thank you, and go back to work, wondering not for the first time how different the world would be if we could see what was going on in other peoples minds.

She was a tease (part 3)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

She was crying. Behind the makeshift gag in her mouth she was begging me to stop, not to hurt her, to let her go. More of the same. I had no intention of letting her go. Maybe ever. And that’s exactly what I told her. I insinuated that there had been others in the exact circumstances she was in. Hinted at murder, dismemberment, a shallow grave in the woods. I told her that if she ever wanted to leave this room alive she had to do exactly what I wanted, when I wanted, for as long as I wanted.

Her eyes were wide, tears running down the sides of her head as she nodded her agreement. I climbed off of her chest and busied myself with her jeans. They were tight on her nice round ass and shapely legs, and I considered cutting them off at first, but just ended up pulling them off of her.

She wasn’t wearing panties. I called her a dirty little slut and ran the tip of my finger along the line of her slit. She moaned at my touch, trying to wriggle away from me, but it was too late. I had found out her secret: she was soaking wet, her lips full and swollen and her clit rock-hard. I slowly pushed my finger inside her, finding her just as wet and hot inside as out. I fingered her slowly, calling her a whore and a slut, asking her if she liked being used like this, telling her she was a dirty, dirty girl and that she should be ashamed. She thrashed around as I fucked her with first one and then two fingers, curling them up and finding that spot. She was going crazy, and I could tell from her moaning and the clenching of her pussy around my fingers that she was getting closer and closer to cumming.

“Are you going to cum while I finger you?” I asked, “Do you like to be raped by my fingers?” She moaned something that sounded like “No!” but her hips bucked up against my hand at the same time and then her pussy clenched tight around my fingers as she came, all the time crying and moaning “no” over and over.

It was one of the most beautiful things I’d ever seen. And we were just getting started.

hypnosis (teaser)

The letter reads:
"December 17, 2006
Mr. Darkerside,

Per your request, I have instilled the mental programming via hypnosis for Ms. Darkerside. She will be unaffected by this process in every way, with the following exceptions.

When you wish to give her commands, you simply take her face in both hands (one on each cheek, palms cupping her chin) and say the words: "Now, listen to me."

From this point, she will follow any directions given, regardless of her usual state of petulance. To end the session, repeath the cupping of the face and say the words: "I release you."

To prove this methods effectiveness, I have given her this letter via dictation. She will have no memory of this, nor of any sessions with you.

The effects of my programming will only last for the next set of waking hours, until she sleeps tonight. Have fun, and best wishes!

- Doctor Smythe.

More later when I've composed myself...

a fantasy post

I wrote this in either 2002 or 2003... I don't really remember when, but it was (and is) a fantasy of mine. I wanted to see if I could write it without revealing the gender of the narrartor. I think it worked out pretty well... I suppose you'll have to decide that for yourself. Obviously, the pictures I've chosen to go with this give it away a bit...


The blindfold's tight against my face, the leather cuffs around my wrists securely fastened to the chains that snake under the bed. I'm on my stomach, face turned to the side, mouth open and panting, body covered in sweat. I've been here for hours now, waiting, and now that she's back, all I want, all I need is for her to take me.

I feel her weight shifting behind me, then her hands are on my ass, kneading and clawing lightly as she positions herself between my legs. I'm whimpering, purring, begging her to enter me, spread me open, push me down and fuck me. I hear the smile in her voice, telling me to be patient while her fingers are slowly trailing up and down my back. Then, slowly, she's sliding inside of me.

I'm pushing back against her immediately, my fingers making fists in the sheets. My back is arched, there's a scream locked in my throat, I feel for the briefest of moments that I can't breathe through the excitement. Feeling the cold of the silicone and the lube spreading me open. Slowly sinking into me, teasing me, letting me get used to it, opening me up for what's going to come next.

She tells me to get on my hands and knees, that she has a surprise for me. I obey immediately, pushing back again against her hard rubber cock, and she starts moving in and out, slowly at first, then faster. I love her fucking me, and she loves seeing me helpless like this, watching her "cock" slipping in and out of my body.

Then I feel someone else get on the bed in front of me and I back up, pushing her deep into me, my mouth falls open, moaning. I hear her tell me that it's ok, that this is my surprise that she promised, that it's going to be fine and to just relax. I'm shaking, terrified, but I try, loving the feeling of her fucking me too much to stop.

Then there are hands on my head and in my hair, and I know what's going to happen next even before I feel the soft warm skin of his cock on my lips; before I taste the salty sweet taste of his pre-cum on my tongue as I open my mouth wider and suck him into my mouth. His fingers twine themselves in my hair, pulling my mouth forward onto him. His cock's pushing against the back of my throat even as she's burying herself in me. I'm trapped between them, a toy for them, something to use, and I love every second of it. This is my one of my greatest fantasies come to life; I'm barely able to hold myself up on my hands and knees as they both fuck me harder and faster.

She reaches down, touching me and I cum instantly. I feel him swelling in my mouth, his thrusts becoming more urgent as she's fucking me harder and faster, the other end of the double dildo buried deep inside her. Suddenly, almost at the same time, her hands clamp onto my hips and his pull my head forward. Hot, salty-sweet cum is flooding my mouth and I'm swallowing as fast as I can, but it's not fast enough and I'm gagging, and he's cumming over and over. It’s running down my chin and still he's cumming, it feels like it'll never end, and I never want it to.

And the whole time, she's buried all the way inside me, her hips bucking against mine and she's cumming too, her body shaking as she leans over and presses me down against the bed, pulling my face away from this strangers cock. My mouth feels odd, suddenly empty. She’s lying on top of me, panting in my ear, telling me how much she loves me. I feel him get off the bed, hear him walk across the room and get dressed as she slowly slides out of me. Totally empty, completely spent, I barely feel her unlock the wrist cuffs, hardly notice her slipping the blindfold off of my head. He’s already left the room when I open my eyes half way to see him; I'll never know who it was. She’s sitting on the edge of the bed, undoing the harness, the sweat on her body shining in the candlelight.

She lies down next to me, whispering her love and happiness. She kisses my cheek and mouth. I know she can taste him on my lips, and I smile as I drif off into sleep.

deeply, deeply sexy

 
 
I'm going on an interview today. It's for a position at the local purveyor of smut, toys and "adult" items.

I'll be wearing the dress shirt that she was wearing the other night.

It still smells like her.

She says she loves the idea of me interviewing in the shirt that she was ever so naughty in and that I'll be thinking about that the entire time.

It'll be a very long interview...

my punishment

I'd been tormenting her all day, really, so I suppose you could say I deserve the punishment I received... not that I really consider it punishment of course.

She tells me, in that firm, beautifully nearly-angry voice that she has that if I ask her to let me lick her pussy, or touch her in any way or otherwise pester her for sex that she will tie me to the bed, naked and sit in the chair at the desk and pleasure herself while I watch.

I relent.

Later, she's coming out of the shower and stands next to me at the arm of the couch. She's warm, smells of her soap and shampoo, and her skin is damp to the touch. Without thinking, I reach out, run my fingers first up the back of her leg and then gently between her thighs. She smiles down at me, breathes heavily and shifts ever so slightly, allowing me access to her freshly bathed pussy. My fingers run slowly and softly up and down her slit, just barely grazing her lips.

She moves away. Stops as she's walking toward the bedroom and looks back at me.

"I warned you not to touch me..."

My protestations fall on deaf ears, and several hours later, she's pulling the toys out of the toy box. Chains. Rope. Cuffs for my wrists and ankles. And our huge friend, the Champ, 7.25" long and almost 2" around at the base, it's a monster. For a moment, I'm both terrified and hopeful that she's finally going to fulfill her promise of fucking me with it, but she holds true to her earlier threat, leaving me on the bed and sitting across from me in full view.

She's wearing one of my dress shirts, and as far as I can tell, nothing else. She starts with a slow, languorous and very sexy strip tease, unbuttoning each button one at a time, running her hands up and down over her body, teasing me with a quick glimpse of the curve of a breast or a flash of black, silky panties. I'm straining against my bonds; I want to touch her so bad, and it's only going to get worse.

She's slipped off the shirt, and now her fingers are dancing up and down, all over her lovely pussy, the one I was so gently touching earlier. She takes the dildo in one and and starts sucking it and I groan. I know how good her mouth feels. She's fucking herself with her other hand, and, not for the first time, I think how sexy it would be to watch her doing this with a real cock.

Which only makes me harder. She sees my cock straining up to the ceiling, and laughs.

"I've never used this in my cunt before", she purrs at me, standing up and placing the dildo on the chair in front of her, "because you told me not to. I wonder if it will fit."

I'm going crazy, but there's nothing I can do as she spreads herself open and sinks slowly down the shaft of our mutual friend. I watch as she starts to ride it, up and down, slowly at first, then faster and faster. One hand is rubbing her clit, the other pinching and squeezing her breasts and nipples. I'm pulling against the ropes an chains that hold me to the bed, needing to touch her, or myself, or anything. She's watching me as she fucks herself, finally screaming as she cums.

I can't watch anymore. My mind is gone. All I know is that if she unties me, I'm going to attack her, throw her on the bed and have her. But she seems to understand that.

Standing at the side of the bed, she looks down at me, telling me how beautiful I am, bound spread eagle to the bed. I can't speak, not even to thank her or to beg for relief. She pulls the blanket down off of me, causing such a delicious friction against my cock that I nearly explode. She sees my state, tells me that I've been a very good boy and proceeds to climb between my legs, her mouth engulfing me. And before I can even really understand what she's doing, I've exploded into her mouth, filling it. She holds me there for a minute, milking me empty with her tongue and lips.

Then, slowly, telling me how much she loves me and how good I've been and how beautiful I am, she removes the cuffs from my feet, then my wrists. I still can't really move. Eventually, we'll fall asleep wrapped around each other, but not before she admits that when she came out of the shower she'd completely forgotten about her warning from earlier. It was only after the fact that she remembered.

This morning, my arm and leg muscles are a little sore from straining to escape, but I can't really say I've learned my lesson... somethings take time, after all, and I've always been a slow learner...

we saw the girls do it, now it's the boys turn...

I can't seem to write what I want to say tonight...

The moon was full over the past few days. We can always feel it, waxing up to that glowing silver orb sailing behind the clouds. We can feel its pull the way the ocean feels it. We're more passionate, darker, more violent in our love.

And she is oh... so dark, my Lover. She tells me that I am the Devil. I tell her that she is Lilith.

Sometimes, when the moon is riding high and bloated in the sky, a voyeur to our lust, she'll let herself go... just a little farther than usual. She'll pin me down to the bed underneath her, reaching between her legs and finding my cock aching for her. She'll growl, baring her teeth at me as she sits back and fills herself with it, riding hard and fast.

I think that if I open my eyes at just the right moment, I'll see her as she is...

She holds me down, fucking herself into orgasm after orgasm. I don't even try to struggle, just let her do what she needs to do. She'll bend down, her teeth first brushing my neck then biting my shoulder; I can feel her fighting the urge to bite harder.

She tells me how much she wants to rip and tear and bite and eat me. To drink my life as it pours from me in fountains of crimson. How she wants to fuck me, rape me, kill me. I know she loves me, and I know she'd never really hurt me... but to hear her talk, say these things... it makes me as hard and hot as it makes her.

I tell her yes over and over, ask her to take what she wants, to open me and reach inside and take my heart in her hands ands squeeze... I offer my throat to her teeth and whisper that I wish she would take me like the animal she is, that we both are. I would give this to her, willingly and happily, if only we could do it more than once.

And I know that she'd do the same for me, offer her life for my pleasure. Because that's what our love is; that is what we both saw in each other from the beginning, when each of us recognized the other as that lost part of ourselves.

It is, without a doubt, the single most amazing thing I have ever known.

waking up

I wake up early, my head on his chest and my arm draped across his stomach, listening to the sound of his heartbeat and his rhythmic breathing. It’s an almost candid moment; somehow, he seems fragile, lying there in the dim light. I let myself wake up, barely daring to move a muscle. He’s a heavy sleeper, but I don’t want him stirring around. On his back is exactly where I want him to be.

After waiting for maybe five or ten minutes, I slowly pull the covers down, exposing his body inch by inch. He’s got such an amazing body…broad chest and shoulders, tight stomach, legs that don’t quit. And such a gorgeous cock. Long, thick, and perfectly shaped.

Right now, of course, it doesn’t look like that. Just like the rest of him, it seems almost helpless.

I scoot myself down towards the foot of the bed, slowly climbing between his legs, crouching there with my face above his crotch, looking up at his beautiful face. One last look, then I take him gently into my mouth.

I’ve never done it like this before. I adore him and sometimes I’m almost worshiping his cock. I love sucking him, feeling his swollen head pressing against the back of my throat, his fingers tangled in my hair. Not pushing down or guiding me at all, unless I’m in the mood to be used. Just letting me know through the touch of his hands how much he’s enjoying what I do to him.

And for the first time, I’m holding him in my mouth when he’s not hard. It’s completely different, the texture and sensation of him against my lips and tongue are all new. I can fit all of his cock in my mouth like this, with room to spare. Usually, I have to work a little to get all of him, something that I’ve practiced over and over. I love him filling my mouth, having my nose pressed down against his tight stomach, knowing how much he loves it. I love the taste and the smell and the way he whispers my name through his teeth.

I feel him twitch against my tongue, and he immediately begins to swell. I move my mouth back, holding just his head between my lips, slowly running my tongue around its rim. His cock grows in my mouth, jerking in time to his pulse as he gets harder. I’m sliding my mouth down further, taking more of him slowly between my lips, feeling him swelling and expanding. I’m completely lost in the sensation and he’s getting harder with every passing second.

And then I hear him moan, and he says “What are you doing?”

I look up into his beautiful face, seeing sleep, confusion and desire there, all mixed together. I picture myself from his point of view for a second: crouched on my knees between his legs, back arched, ass in the air, his now fully hard cock half in my mouth.

I close my eyes, and answer his question by sliding my lips down the rest of his length, taking him fast and hard into my mouth. All I can think about, the only thought in my mind is how much I need his cock. I push my mouth down, taking all of him, resisting the urge to gag as long as I can, moaning loudly. Then his hands are on my head, his fingers twining in my hair. I’m going crazy on him, my head moving rapidly, lips sliding up and down his shaft. I’m growling and moaning and sucking him faster as his hands make fists in my hair and he starts pushing with his hips, thrusting up as I’m sinking down.

And then, it seems so quick, I can feel him swelling, growing harder and hotter in my mouth. I can taste him, sweet and bitter and salty on my tongue. He’s breathing faster, his legs are tensing, spreading wider and growing rigid beside me, and I know his toes are curling as he gets closer and closer. This is what I’ve been waiting for. I wrap my fingers around his cock, pumping my fist up and down, swirling my tongue around his head faster and faster. He’s moved his hands; they’re on the bed now, making fists in the sheets.

And then he’s cumming.

For a second or two, time slows to a crawl. His entire body tenses. For a moment, he stops breathing. My hand stops moving, and I close my lips tighter around his cock, and he cries out as his hips jerk up off the bed, trying to push up deeper into my mouth. Even though I think I’m ready for it every time, I choke a little as he starts to cum. Then I’m swallowing, loving the way it feels and tastes in my mouth. He’s cumming over and over, it feels like it will never stop, and I hope it doesn’t, but then he’s collapsing back onto the bed beneath me, his body shaking, covered in sweat.

Slowly, gently, I take him further into my mouth. His body jerks, his cock ultra-sensitive now as I milk him with my lips and fingers, drawing out everything he has to give me, making sure there’s nothing left. I let him slip out of my mouth, feeling him already getting soft, and crawl up the bed beside him, nearly purring with contentment. He turns his head, smiling the goofy post sex smile that I adore so much. I find his lips with mine, kissing him deeply, letting him explore my mouth with his tongue, knowing how much he loves the taste there.

Snuggled up against each other, both of us drifting back to sleep. My head’s back on his chest, and my arm’s draped across his stomach again, listening to the sound of his heartbeat.

Confession

We've been walking for about an hour, a short walk around the neighborhood. Down to the park, the trees and open spaces lit by the reflected light of the city bouncing back down through the falling feather flakes of snow; everything is grey-scale beautiful. We draw hearts in the near slush piling up on the ground; we see a group of men standing back in the shadows under the trees, there's only one thing they can be doing back there, and we've interrupted, so we hurry by, trying not to catch a glimpse of the goings on...

It's cold. Very cold. And suddenly she's trying to get her fingers down between my stomach and the waistband of my pants.

"Let me touch it." she whispers fiercely in my ear. I laugh, telling her that it's too cold, that it's too light around us, we're in a residential neighborhood, for gods sake... all the time I'm laughing, only half serious about trying to stop her.

"C'mon... let me see it. Let me suck it. My mouth is really warm..." She grabs my hand and before I know what's happening she has my thumb inside her mouth. I can feel her tongue working it like she works my cock.

It's heaven. And I'd love to let her... but it's so cold. I tell her, finally, that my poor penis has vanished, retreating back into my body for warmth.

She relents, and we continue on our walk. We're almost home when we pass by some anonymous church. She leans in close and tight, letting me feel her grinding against my hip for the briefest of moments as she whispers in my ear, her hot breath giving me a shiver:

"I want to fuck you in a church..."