Happy Birthday, Mrs. Darkerside

I lost count, but it's the effort that counts...

a man possessed...

I can't keep my hands off of my cock tonight...

It's nearly the full moon, and my brain is fizzing gently in all sorts of carnal thoughts. I've been thinking about a... scenario, that I'm going to try to write in the near future, and since it's something that gets me incredibly hot... but once a day is enough, especially with Mrs. Darkerside coming home later... well, I don't want to be completely useless.

Last night was fun. She came home from school, stressed out and needing some TLC. I undressed her slowly, taking off her shirt, pants and bra without touching her skin at all. Asking her to sit on the edge of the bed, I knelt in front of her, touching first her feet, then her calves, then her thighs. My touch was light, tender, only occasionally overtly sexy.

Then the phone rings, and we have to go. I'm really starting to hate that phone. Except, just like last time, she gets a twinkle in her eye and asks me if I want to fuck fast now or slow later.

I say "Both, of course." and she laughs, pulling me up onto the bed. Since we're in a hurry, she grabs the Astroglide, makes use of it and climbs on top of me, sliding down onto me with a sigh and a growl. Within minutes, she's cumming, and a few seconds later so am I.

Then we're off and away on our errand.

But, of course, none of that helps with the right here, right now. She's off at school, and I'm here. I'm feeling randy. No, I'm feeling... possessed. I want to shove her down on the bed, pin her arms above her head and take her, just the way she loves me to. I want her to treat me rough, call me names, hold me down and fuck me, just the way I love her to.

This isn't helping...

Sugasm #97

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bad / good girl

Mrs. Darkerside calls me at work, and has that "I've been being naughty" quality to her voice; she seems almost out of breath.

I ask her what she's been doing, and she responds that she's been reading my blog. I ask her which one and she tells me. It's the one with the dirty pictures and videos.

"Are you alone?", she asks.

"Not really, no." There's a candidate taking a test in the other room, but he's easily 20 feet away and I can be quiet. It's interesting that she's called: I was thinking about calling her when the phone rang. "Where are you?" I ask.

"Laying in bed." I already knew this, I can tell from the tone of her voice and the sound of her breath in my ear.

"Are you naked?"

"No." This won't do. I make my voice sterner and say "Why would you call me if you're not completely undressed?" Her breath catches, and her voice shakes when she asks me if she should call back.

"No." I say, "Just get undressed."

She puts the phone down long enough to get undressed and under the covers, and then tells me when she's done.

"Good girl." I say. Just like always, when I use those words, it causes her to whimper and moan. "Are you touching yourself?"

"Yes."

"Is your pussy wet?"

"Yes."

"Are you rubbing your clit?"

"Yes." she hisses at me. I can hear her getting more and more turned on.

"Are you fingering yourself." She says she is. "How many fingers?" I ask.

"Just two..." there's a hesitation there that I'm curious about, but I don't want to break the flow.

I tell her that's she's so bad to be acting this way, such a dirty little slut to be lying in bed, fingering her cunt and rubbing her clit. I can hear her now, she's wet enough that the sounds of her fingers are coming across the phone. It's one of the sexiest things I've ever heard. Smiling, I check out into the other room to check on my test-taker. He's counting on his fingers, so I know I have time.

She's moaning my name, telling me how much she loves the sound of my voice. I ask if her nipples are hard, and when she moans yes I tell her to pinch them. She does and moans again.

She's getting close, almost at the point of no return.

"Don't you dare cum without my permission, you little whore!" I hiss into the phone.

She moans / cries "No!", but her breathing changes and I know she's stopped even before she starts saying "Sorry... sorry...".

"Have you stopped fingering yourself?" Again, my voice is stern.

"Yes..." she says in a tiny voice.

"Nobody told you to fucking stop." Another gasp, and her breathing changes again, and I can again just hear the sounds of her fingers in her pussy. "Don't stop, but don't you cum without me saying you can."

I let her continue for a few more minutes, listening to the rise and fall of her arrousal as she brings herself to the edge... then back down, over and over. Finally, she's begging me, pleading me to let her cum.

"Are you my good girl?"

"Yes... yes... I'm your good girl. So good for you..."

"Do you want to cum? Does my good little slut need to cum?"

"Oh god yes. Please. Please, yes."

"Ask me."

"Please, may I cum? Can your good little girl, your good little slut cum? I need it so bad! Please..."

"Is my slut going to cum hard for me?"

"Yes!"

"Is she going to cum loud for me?"

"YES!", she shouts. "Please... please let me cum!"

I can't hide the smile in my voice when she begs like this, and after a few more seconds I tell her to cum for me, and she does, instantly. She's screaming through the phone and I press the receiver to my ear to make sure she can't be heard.

After she's come down, I tell her how dirty she is to cum so hard like that when there's somone not even ten feet away. She gasps, asks me if I'm serious. Laughing, I tell her that I am.

Then, a few more minutes of small talk and she's gone, leaving me hard as a rock and needing to do something about it.

So I send her this email:

Subject:you are a bad, bad girl

And I love you for it.

You got me all worked up, and there's nothing I can do about it now.

Maybe later I'll go down the hall to the bathroom and take care of
things, thinking of you chained up on your hands and knees, waiting
for the next blow or the next thrust.

Dirty...

the desert

If you could track arousal and sensuality from space, then the Black Rock Desert would spike all of the charts in the last week of August, I'm sure. The harsh environment causes your body to slide back into survival mode, where sex and sensuality are never far from the surface. Survival is all about fucking, when you get right down to it. The food and water and shelter are only there to support the propagation of the species.

So the atmosphere is super-charged already. It's in the air, along with the dust, and when the sun finally goes down and you've survived another day of blistering heat, gale force winds and dust storms that turn the skies overhead from steel blue to dirty brown; when you can finally brush off, dress up, and step into the surreal world that is Black Rock City... well, it's only a matter of time really, before something happens.

We rode our bikes out to the trash fence, about a mile and a half from the main part of the city. From this distance, the lights of the Esplanade look like the Las Vegas strip. It's all neon and fire. And the sounds from the clubs at either end of the city carry all the way out to where we are.

The moon is full and unobstructed by any clouds. It's warm, and although there are people around, maybe a quarter of a mile away, we are completely alone.

Standing in the desert, completely exposed and visible to anyone who wanders up to us, we begin. Kissing passionately, almost violently, I'm instantly hard and pressing against her; she's instantly wet and grinding against me. I'm barely aware that she's undoing my pants, that is, until her fingers wrap around my cock and she starts stroking it. I'm looking over her shoulder, nervous, but completely unable to stop what's happening, not that I want to.

She hitches up her skirt, spreads her legs, and somehow manages to push herself onto me. I can feel her wetness and her heat against me, rubbing back and forth and then without knowing how, I'm inside her. We stand there, fucking with a passion that's indescribable, me needing to be inside her, but the angle isn't quite right... she's moaning and growling, animalistic in her need. If only we had a coat or a blanket...

Without a word, she crouches down in front of me, grasping my cock and taking it completely into her mouth. I feel the back of her throat against my head and her lips and teeth around the base. My hands find her head, fingers twining in her hair and she starts fucking me with her mouth, crouching in the silver near dark.

I'm certain that the sounds of her moaning around me and the obscenely wet sucking noises as she slides her mouth up and down my length are going to carry back to camp, and I'm trying to keep an eye out for anyone wandering up, but as the minutes pass and I get closer and closer to cumming, I can't say that I actually care anymore. Hell, if anyone else wanders up at this point, they can join in for all I care, as long as the feeling of her mouth on me never stops.

The arousal of the city, the thick sensuality in the air, and the danger of being out in the open like we are is soon enough too much for me. It feels like my heart and soul, my entire essence leaves my body through my cock and empties into her mouth as I cum; it's harder and more intense than I can remember it being in a very long time. She holds me in her mouth, taking it all into herself as I try to remain standing. She licks and sucks me clean, tucks me back into my pants and stands up, wrapping her arms around me. I can feel the smile, hear it in her voice as she tells me that she loves me.

Eventually, we'll wander back to our camp and fall asleep wrapped around each other, just like always. But for now, in this place of overwhelming sensation, we enjoy the quiet and the dark, as if we had the entire desert to ourselves.

one of the reasons I love her so much

It's nice that Ms. Darkerside doesn't get upset when I say things like this. She usually laughs, or pretends to be horrified for a moment before agreeing with me. There have only been a couple of times that she's been mildly offended when I've blurted out some random obscenity, and those times are few and far between. Like I said, it's why I love her as much and the way that I do.

 

Example: We'd gone out late for a snack and some dessert at a restaurant close to our house, one of maybe two places in the entire city that stays open past 10pm. We'd asked to be sat away from the table of about 12 twenty-somethings who'd arrived before we did, but apparently the table we got was the only one open. It just happened to be right next to them.

 

In between bouts of openly flirting with and teasing the waitress, we enjoyed our snack and ice cream, and strained to hear each other over the noise from the table next to us. The boys were all in blow-fish mode, one in particular was telling stories that I've read about on Snopes, claiming to know a friend of a friend that it happened to, and kept saying "...to make a long story short" after which I'd say (under my breath) "too late". This never failed to give my companion the giggles.

 

There were just a few girls at the table with them, one in particular Ms. Darkerside labeled "Miss Princessy". She was of some Asian extraction, with way too much makeup, just the right clothes and what was probably a $200 hairstyle. You could tell, just by looking at her that she was incredibly high maintenance, thought very highly of herself, and probably thought she was better than everyone in the room. There are some people that the attitude just comes oozing out of them. Sure, they might be good looking, even beautiful... but the internal ugliness covers them, colors everything about them. It's like a thin membrane of slime that surrounds and coats them completely. And if you can see it, you don't want anything to do with them.

 

Unless you're starting an abuse farm...

 

The group left right before we did, and as we were walking back to the house I casually let this fall out of my mouth:

 

"You know, some girls you date. Others, you leave on their knees with their hands cuffed around the base of the toilet and their skirt pushed up around their waist. Just in case you need to use them."

 

That one got me the horrified look. But only for a moment.

 

 

for the record...

She did come down to the office today, but she ended up on her knees in the store-room, not under the desk.

I told her later what I'd written before she arrived...

office-space

She walks into my office with that "I'm up to something" smile on her face. I'm surprised, because she didn't say anything about stopping by before she heads off to school. I say "hi" and ask her what's up.

She doesn't say anything, just keeps smiling. She comes around the desk, pushing me back down into my chair, and rolling me back away from it. Without a word, she gets down on her knees and shuffles back under the desk, pulls me forward again so that she'd blocked in and starts unzipping my pants.

I immediately start protesting. My boss is off somewhere on a job-site, but I don't know that he's *not* coming back in the next few minutes, although it's unlikely. And even with him gone, there's a good chance someone is going to wander in, either looking for information about the program I help administrate, my boss, or something. Yes, there's a privacy panel on the other side of the desk, but you can still see under it, where her feet are, I'm sure, prominently sticking out.

I say all of this to her as she's unzips my pants, pulls them down slightly, takes my rapidly hardening cock in her hand and slowly starts licking it up and down, ignoring me completely.

Then I can't really talk at all as she takes me completely into her mouth, sucking so hard it almost hurts. Her head is bobbing up and down as much as it can in the cramped space between my legs, occasionally hitting the underside of my desk. If someone comes in now, or if my boss comes back, there will be nothing I can do to stop what's happening, they'll just have to wait. With half an ear, I'm listening for the sound of the outer office door, but mostly I'm hearing the sound of mouth sliding up and down my cock, that deliciously wet sound that only someone who loves what they're doing can make.

I tell her how good it feels, how much I love fucking her mouth, how hot this all is. She moans her agreement around me, sucking harder and faster. She knows from experience that the danger of getting caught in situations like this excites me, makes it easy to get me to cum for her, and she's wasting no time or effort to make it happen.

Too soon, she gets what she wants. I bite my bottom lip to keep from screaming as my cock explodes, flooding her mouth. Slowly, she licks and sucks me clean, trying to get every drop. She pushes me back, stands up and sits on the edge of the desk, still smiling that smile. As I'm pulling my pants back up, and trying to get them fastened, she leans down and kisses me deeply, letting me taste myself in her mouth.

Then she walks back out of the office just like she came in, without saying a word, just smiling that smile and waving back over her shoulder.

sigh... these are the things I think about when I'm alone in the office...

playing telephone...

We're fooling around a little, getting each other worked up before we have to leave. We're going to hang out at a friends house, and said friend should be on her way already, so we're just playing, nothing serious.

"C'mon... lemme' kiss it", she says, with that mischievous look in her eyes. I say "No.", just like I always do, and just like always, she ignores me. Before I really know what's happening, she's pushing me back onto the bed, crouching on her knees between my spread legs, and pulling down my shorts to my ankles. I look down, watching as she slowly wraps her lips around my cock, slowly sinking her mouth down its length. She looks up at me, lust wild in her eyes and starts sucking, slowly moving up and down.

Then the phone rings.


She moans, and I slide out of her mouth, stand up and grab the phone. The caller ID shows that its our friend, probably calling to tell us that she's arrived and waiting. I sit back down on the bed, still naked from the waist down. She's looking up at me with a disapointed expression on her face. I smile down at her.

"Nobody told you to stop."

I press the button to answer the phone, and for a brief second, she just sits there, looking stunned. Then, as I'm saying "Hello" into the receiver, she attacks me, licking and sucking my cock so ferociously that I'm worried the sounds she's making are going to get picked up by the phone. I'm trying hard to maintain, desperately trying not to moan as our friend tells me that she's just leaving, and should be there in about half an hour. By the time I hang up, I'm just barely able to keep it together. She's been using her lips and tongue and teeth and hands in an onslaught, and it takes all of my will to guide her mouth off of me for a second. Her hand keeps slowly stroking me as she looks up at me and asks "Well?"

"She won't be here for half an hour," I say. "Wanna fuck?"

"Fuck YES!"

We all but tear our clothes off. I have a desperate moment where I can't get my shoes untied, but within seconds we're on the bed, her legs are spread, waiting for me, and she's as wet as I am hard. I fall on top of her, pressing my mouth to hers as I stab into her waiting pussy. We fuck hard, we fuck fast.

Within minutes she's coming and I follow right after. I look at the clock: nine minutes have passed since I hung up the phone.

We lay there for a few minutes, breathing hard, sweaty and sticky from our exertions. Then there's just enough time for us to both take a shower, and get dressed again before our ride shows up.

A fantastic beginning to a great evening.

Tuesday in the park...

She walks in the door, sees me sitting on the couch, and says "Do you trust me?" I stammer out a quick "Yes?" and she tells me to put on pants, a sweater and grab my coat and hat. Ducking into the bedroom, she grabs an assortment of clothes from the dresser and disappears into the bathroom.

I have no idea what's going on.

It takes her longer to get ready than it takes me, so I end up sitting on the couch with my mind racing. Whatever it is that she has planned, I know that it's going to be dirty: she has that look on her face.

She strolls into the living room wearing a dress that just barely covers the delicious curve of her ass, thigh-high stockings attached to garters that disappear up under the dress and some low, patent-leather heels. She looks stunning. Seeing how's she's dressed, I've narrowed it down to one of two things: either she's found a fetish club for us to go play at or she wants to drag me out into the park and have her way with me.

It is the first of May, after all. Beltane.

She asks if I have any I.D. on me, and when I tell her I do she says "You'd better leave it here." with a wicked smile. I ask if I'm going to need money, and she says no. And then we're off to "take a walk".

We wander slowly to the park about a mile past our house, stopping to kiss and fondle each other whenever we find a dark corner. We pass the grade school, lamenting the fact that they've put up fences since the last time we were in the neighborhood and in a mood to play.

I have to admit I'm nervous as we step into the park. It's notorious as a place for men to go who are looking for a casual blow-job in their cars, or maybe feeling like some rough trade. The grounds are huge, with plenty of dark corners and paths. As we're walking, I comment that it seems like the park was built to encourage the kind of behavior we're about to indulge in. And, to be honest, I've never really done anything like this before, that one time at the school yard not withstanding.

We stop in the middle of a wide open grassy area, sitting at a picnic table. Even with the nearly full moon well hidden behind the clouds, it's still bright enough to feel exposed and vulnerable. That doesn't stop her from unzipping my pants and pulling my cock out into the night air as we devour each others mouths. Her hand slides slowly up and down, hidden from view by shadows and my coat, but I still feel too exposed to really be ok with it. We kiss and touch and grope each other some more, then I say I'd like to find a darker place if we could. She agrees and we're on our way again.

We walk slowly across the entire park until we find a bench in the perfect location. It's away from the street lights that line the paths in the park, It has a full view all around, and there's no way for anyone to sneak up behind us due to deep underbrush and the fence that separates the park and the cemetery next to it. We'll be able to see and hear anyone coming near us. Not that I believe for a second at this point that we'd stop.

We attack each other pretty much instantly. She has my pants half way down my legs and her mouth on my cock before I really know what's happening. My fingers find her pussy; it's hot and wet and swollen, and I start fingering her as she sucks me. It's only a few minutes before she's coming on my fingers, moaning deep in her throat around my cock. She brings her lips up to mine, kissing me deeply, letting me taste myself in her mouth.

Then she straddles my legs, pushes her panties aside and sinks down onto my cock in one smooth motion. Her fingers lock behind my neck as she starts fucking me, bouncing up and down rapidly. She's moaning in my ear, telling me how much she loves fucking outside, that she's fucking my cock on a park bench staring at a graveyard. Soon the words just become moans and growls, and she cums hard, grinding down against me, trying to get as much of me inside her as she can.

After a few seconds I tell her that I don't think I can finish here, that I'm too nervous, that I'm glad she could cum but that I can wait. She says something along the lines of "We'll see about that." and slides off of me, pulling the condom off and taking my cock deep into her mouth again. She's on her knees, between my legs as I sit on a park bench and she's sucking my cock like a perfect little slut. I tell her how much I love to see her like this, twining my fingers in her hair as she bobs up and down, taking me into her throat and moaning around me. Soon enough it's all too much and I explode into her mouth. She takes it all, then cleans me up with her tongue as much as she can. We sit for a few moments, long enough to enjoy a deep lingering kiss, then we pull ourselves together and make our way home.

it's indescribeable

She tastes like honey.

after a rough day

The lights are off and there are some candles lit. She's had a pretty rough day, and I've promised to do something nice for her, because she deserves it, and she needs it. Sometimes, almost all the time, really, a little affection and love are the perfect antidote.

I have her lay on the bed next to me, and tell her to look at the candles burning on the desk across the room. I tell her to imagine all the stress and worry and anger and crap from the day streaming from her body into one of the flames across the way. Immediately, she starts to relax. I tell her that she should imagine good feelings, energy, and calm coming back to her in the same way from one of the other flames.

Little by little, the day slips away.

I start touching her softly, the palms of my hands slipping slowly over the fabric of her shirt, my fingers tracing the line of her collar. Almost slipping under, but not quite. She asks me to kiss her, and I do.

I start with her lips, kissing softly, quietly, not rushing or moving to fast. I kiss her eyes, her face, the line of her jaw, down to her neck and up to her ears. She tells me to tell her that she's beautiful, and I do, because she is. She is the most beautiful thing I have ever known.

Slowly, taking all the time I need to take, I touch and kiss and love her. Piece by piece her clothing comes off until she's naked and perfect before me. I kiss and touch her entire body, trying to make sure every single inch of her knows that it is loved.

She tries to reach out to me, to return the favor, and I gently remind her that this is all for her, that I'm fine, that my pleasure is providing this for her. My expression of love is all that I need.

When my lips finally find the hot, wet slit between her legs, it's like coming home. She gasps, moans, arches her back. She tells me "You don't have to... oh god that feels sooooo good..."

She tastes so good. It's indescribable: subtle, rich, sweet, tart. Delicious.

I take all the time I can, moving slowly, gently, loving her with my mouth. She finally lets go, enjoying it, needing it. With my lips and teeth and tongue and fingers, I try as best I can to show her how much I adore her. I slowly build the intensity, listening to her moans and feeling the way her body's reacting to me.

And then she's coming, hard. I try to keep going, touching and licking her, but it's too intense, and she pulls me up to her, asking me what I need, what she can do for me. I hold her close, whisper that I'm fine, tell her again that my pleasure tonight is to please her. She doesn't understand, maybe, but she accepts it. She's relaxed, feeling better, ready for sleep.

A kiss goodnight.

apropos of nothing...

We're walking down the street last night, just after midnight. After some pretty amazing "I just got home from school" sex, we're hungry, looking for food, and she's had the idea of picking up some slices from a new hole-in-the-wall place about 10 blocks away. There's people all over the streets, hanging around the corners, standing outside of the bars, smoking and talking. It's a Friday night in the city.

Out of nowhere, she says: "If I had a dick, I'd line up some of those bitches on their knees, mouths open like little baby birds, blindfolded, hands tied behind their backs. And I'd feed it right to their faces: 'there's some for you (popping noise)... and you (popping noise)... and you (popping noise)...' It's the third thing I'd do, if I had a dick."

Curious, and laughing I ask, "What are the first two?"

"Write my name in the snow, and masturbate."

Really, it's why I love her the way I do.

a special purchase

I left her this note on the computer:

Ms Her:

Thank you again for remitting the final payment. Given the sensitive nature of this transaction, we appreciate your always prompt and courteous attention to this matter.

You will find your most recent purchase on the bed. We have taken the liberty of securing him, as you can see. This, as always, is so that in the event the mild sedative given him wears off, he will be unable to leave or escape.

Please note that the sedative mentioned above, as per our contract, is not harmful in any way, should wear off well before midnight, and will not impede or interfere with his performance in any way.

Prior to his arrival here he was thoroughly bathed and cleaned for you. Also, as per our contract, a complete physical was performed by our certified medical staff who pronounced him 100% healthy and free of any addictions, diseases or physical limitations.

As always, your purchase has been selected for you based on your requirements:

• He is young and healthy.
  
• Our psychiatric profile indicates that he is a masochist.
  
• He has no close family or attachments. He has been held by us, as usual, for four (4) weeks and there has been no inquiry as to his whereabouts.

As always, please contact us when you are finished and we will arrange for its removal.

Thank you again for working with us for your entertainment needs. We hope to serve you again in the future.

Somehow, I managed to cuff my own ankles and wrists to the bed-posts, and blindfold myself as well. When she came home and entered the bedroom, the first thing she saw was me, naked, bound, and pretending to be sedated.

She said "Oh... my..." and then I could hear her reading.

I listened to her taking off her clothes.

After that, it's a bit of a blur, as she climbed on top of me and proceeded to use and abuse my body, just like I wanted her to, just like she needs to. I slowly "wake up" as she's biting, scratching, clawing my body. She slaps my face and tells me that maybe she'll let me go if I please her.

I'm completely tied to the bed, there's nothing that I can do as she uses her hands, her mouth, her body on mine. Making me react, "against" my will. I try to play the part as real as I can, begging her to stop and let me go. But she ignores me and just keeps teasing me, getting me as hard as she can before she sinks down onto me and uses my cock to please herself.

And she cums so hard... and she's kind enough to let me as well, even though she knows she doesn't have to.

Almost a month...

I must apologize to those of you out there that are returning visitors, looking for more. The last month has been rather hectic, and I've had no time or inclination to write here. Or anywhere really.

But that's going to change again in the near future.

hello hello

Greetings to everyone coming in from Simon's Damsels. I hope that you find something here that strikes your fancy.

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)

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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.