Calisto's Attic

Secrets Unfolded

2012-01-30T15:44:00.000-08:00

If it is the dirty element that gives pleasure to the act of lust, then the dirtier it is, the more pleasurable it is bound to be. One of the advantages of being disorderly is that one is constantly making exciting discoveries.

For Divine Infinity

2012-01-13T16:39:00.000-08:00

“In order to know virtue, we must first acquaint ourselves with vice. Your body is the church where Nature asks to be reverenced.”

Docile Slumber

2011-10-16T05:28:00.000-07:00

It is always by way of pain one arrives at pleasure.
Lust is to the other passions what the nervous fluid is to life; it supports them all, lends strength to them all ambition, cruelty, avarice, revenge, are all founded on lust. Lust's passion will be served; it demands, it militates, it tyrannizes.

Are His.....

2011-09-17T16:14:00.000-07:00

Woman's destiny is to be wanton, like the bitch, the she-wolf; she must belong to all who claim her.

2011-04-13T12:55:00.000-07:00

A tidbit to dine upon this eveningtide..

All, all is theft, all is unceasing and rigorous competition in nature; the desire to make off with the substance of others is the foremost - the most legitimate - passion nature has bred into us and, without doubt, the most agreeable one.

Marquis de Sade

A Monday Something

2010-06-28T09:26:00.000-07:00

He leaves for work, and she sighs, how she misses Him during the day when He is at work. The day was very hot, humid almost electric in the hair, the breeze a heavy blanket of moisture as she saunters in their bed room. Top drawer is where she keeps her toys, her plays thing, His manipulations of pleasure. She opens said drawer and it silently opens offering for the gooides of her desires. She squeals softly in excitement as her right hand delves into the drawers becoming darkeness.

She selects two clothes pegs, the old fashioned wooden kind, that pinch with metal claws closed. Lifting her blouse no bra does she wear, as she tugs pertly on her left nipple before encircling the slightly engorged nipple. Her body arcs as the clothespin clips closed. She does the same to the other one, pert, hard and ready to accept the pain and hardship.

Dropping her blouse with groan, she now begins her day. Dishes first..as the pinching tightens further with every passing movement. Drying them was sheer torturing bliss as she moaned softly dripping wetter as the chores past. By the time she had done the vacuuming an hour had past. Her nipples ached hotly now. Reaching up underneath her blouse she release the left one and then the right one.

The hot burning flashed made her grunt and then groan, she he taunted and teased herself to a bad state. It was only noon, now what?...

If I Could..

2010-04-05T06:34:00.000-07:00

If I could turn back time, change a few things, do something different instead of the path I chose, I would have done things differently. Most of my life has been wayward, now I have direction and guidence with a caring loving hand. At times my direction gets clouded and I lose my way and fall assunder. Try as I may, I still lose my direction and get lost, in the process the owner of my guidence and direction; I lost sight and did not follow the instincts that have been shown to me by Him. I should have seeked out His guidence and direction, now I understand fully the consquences of my actions, and can only hope that I can repair what has been wrought. I have learned a valueable life lesson again in my life, something that should not have been forgotten. Repect. First I must respect myself and then those around me. I can only hope that my short commings will repent itself and so then carry on my life with my hand in His, His in mine. I think of you, and I miss you. You are the axis in which my world spins, of this I never lose sight on. Please bare with me, I am only human and sometimes it takes a few mistakes to sink into my head the true faction before me. All that I am, all that I will be. I wish to fill that void in your heart that I created...

A Random Ramble

2010-02-24T08:19:00.000-08:00

T'is been awhile since I last devulged into the dark recess of my mind, body and soul. A flicker of anticipation tantalizes my lips, a mixture of sweat and spent tears. My face buried into the cradling depths of the pillow, caress my stinging eyes. My knees scored underneath me, my brazenly red buttocks exposed. Earlier this day I had decided I was going to spend the day being mouthy, and pressing the rules/regulations deemed to me by His hand.

The sun had set, a glass of red wine each before us sitting on the tray. Unbeknownst to that of myself, He had been brewing hottly with bemused anger, and planning His conquest of reigning in my temperment. The glowering almost smoldering look He gave me went un-noticed, that is until He grabbed mt hair and pulled me stumbling along down the hallway to the bedroom. Where He tossed me upon the bed roughly; I could hear His belt come undone, a shiver ran through my body. My simple white cotton frayed shift was rudely yanked up, exosing my pale globes of an ass up in the air for His inspection. His dark skin hand stroked the left cheek, His darker flesh a deep contrast against my pale whitness.

The first lash of the soften leather, was a sudden electrifying shock, as my body jolted forward and His respones was to take a fistful of hair and yank back, arching my back and buttocks higher. Two more full lashes sending a welting arc arcoss both cheeks. I whimpered as three more fell, His grunt apparent as He seemed to enjoy over much this pelting of pain.

My eyes clenched closed, my hands curled in child like fists, my tears falling silently as I can be. He stops-I do not hear His actions behind me. I shouted out suddenly as a lash came stingingly against my already pinkish flesh; the tears, turned to sobs, quelled only by that of His cool hand over my burning welts.

``Careful what you wish for my Precious.``

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2009-06-23T06:41:00.000-07:00

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2009-06-19T05:49:00.000-07:00

Mistress In A Bottle {Part 3}

2009-06-17T06:32:00.000-07:00

“Come on precious,” he said breathlessly, gyrating his hips up towards her face thrusting his cock into her ruby painted mouth. She took his entire length with ease. her lips virtually kissing his pelvic bone as she deep throated his entire shaft, feeling each throb and pulsation. “Oh yessssss...” He chanted as she turned up the suction and the pace even more, her dazzling tongue danced on his hardened member making soft suckling sounds echoed in the large chamber.
Henry’s body tensed as he held on to the moment of rapture as long as he could. His toes tingled and his fingers dug into the mattress his fingers churning in the spread upon the bed. Then he released with an “aaaaauuuuuugh” of a sigh. His cock spasmed with a life of its own, and he blasted rivers of his hot desire down Alisa’s throat. She sucked his dick like an estranged heathen, vacuuming every drop he could squeeze out of his balls.
Henry was spent. The feeling reminded him of the night he first met Shannon, when she drained him of more than one vital fluid.
“Master,” Alisa purred as she crawled up his body her long pony tail teasing a path up his stomach. She dragged her hard nipples over his bare chest, the thin fabric of the halter separating him from her burning flesh. “Master, I need you. I’m so hot. I’m burning for you. I need your vampire cock to cool me down.” She pleaded
Using his inhuman power, he willed himself erect again. Alisa felt his rod press into her wet crotch, and she wiggled her hips against it as she cooed. Next, Henry flipped over, his body pinning her lithe form into the soft mattress. He straddled her waist, and he pinned her hands over her head with his own. Looking down at her with an evil tainted smirk.
“Do you like that, slave?”
She shivered at the word. “Oh yes, master. I need you to command me.”
“Look into my eyes, slave.” He stared deeply into her gleaming eyes, pressing his hypnotic powers into her. “You are helpless to resist me.”
Alisa shook her head, a disappointed look on her face. “I’m sorry, master, but it just doesn’t work that way. I NEED you because of your wish, but I can’t be controlled by you.”
“Why not?” he demanded. The frustration he was feeling from the situation was becoming evident.
“I’m not going to tell you. You can demand me back into the bottle if you want, but I’m not revealing my secrets.” She whimpered.
For the first time in his existence, Henry wanted to strike a woman. He thought it might beat some sense into her. Just as quickly, though, the thought passed. Alisa was beautiful, sexual, and, though he had only known her for a few minutes, he wanted her for more than just a plaything or a source of blood. He felt stirrings he hadn’t let himself experience since Shannon had been taken from him five decades before. Given these feelings, he decided a different approach would be better.
“Fine,” he said. “I have my second wish then. I wish that you be compelled to tell me the truth whenever I ask you a question starting with the phrase ‘tell me this.’”
Again, Alisa’s eyes flashed brightly, and then returned to their emerald hue. “Damn you,” she cursed. “Why can’t you be like all the others and just wish for things or changes to yourself? Why do you keep fucking with me?” She seemed almost on the verge of tears.
“What’s wrong with me making wishes that involve you?”
She sniffled. “I’m not used to all of these feelings and things. I know that I’m going to be stuck back in that bottle soon, and then someone else will free me and it all starts again. It’s better if we don’t get close, you know?” A sorrow almost edged those beautiful green eyes.
Henry pondered her explanation, which started an idea growing. He put the idea to the side for a moment, though, returning to his original reason for expending the second wish. “Tel me this: why are you able to resist my hypnosis?”
Alisa again shook her head, but then answered anyway. “I’m a being of magic, so your powers don’t affect me like they would a normal woman.” Her expression betrayed her surprise at having answered, until she realized the compulsion of his wish.
“Tell me this: why didn’t you want to tell me that in the first place?”
“Because I want to be affected. You might say I’m something of a submissive. That’s why I loved your first wish so much. No one had ever paid any attention to my wishes before. But I know it’s all going to end soon, and it hurts too much to think about it.” She trembled, her breasts quivered under the flimsy halter top, the pert nipples poking through like wanton beacons.

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2009-06-16T07:27:00.000-07:00

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2009-06-12T05:48:00.000-07:00

Mistress In A Bottle {Part 2}

2009-06-11T05:42:00.000-07:00

“Ooh, thank you for freeing me from my bottle,” she said, her face beaming with gratitude. “As a reward, I grant you three wishes.” A sultry smile danced on her pretty face as she licked her lips hungrily.
“Are you for real?” Henry asked.
“Yes, master,” she said as she bowed slightly, her brunette topknot flipping over her eyes. “I am Alisa. I am bound to the one who frees me, and I must grant three wishes as an offering of thanks no matter what they are.”
Henry laughed.
“What’s so funny?” Alisa asked.
He smiled, and in doing so, he showed Alisa something she had never seen before.
“Oh my lord!” she exclaimed. “You’re a vampire!”
“I’m surprised you know about vampires. I didn’t think genies would be familiar with us.” He smirked at her, his canines glistening wetly.
“I think you’ll find I’m familiar with a lot of things,” she responded, suddenly taking on a more defiant pose, hand on hip so that her pert breasts thrust forward through the flimsy material. “So, about those wishes...”
“Not so fast, girl. I heard that ‘master’ line you said earlier. I think it’s time for you to show me just what the benefits of having a genie are.” His mirth now stirred, a thickening in his groin soon became apparent.
“Whatever you say, master.” She retorted submissively.
Alisa snapped her fingers, and the two of them were instantly transported to a shadowed chamber. Alisa appeared, sitting Indian-style on the bed and wearing only a transparent black halter and panties. Her long hair was pulled back into a flowing ponytail which reached down to her waist. The chamber was adorned like something right out of Aladdin, with colourful draperies and deep thick rugs lining the floor.
“Do you like?” she asked.
Again, Henry smiled. “Very much. But I expect you to serve me now.”
“Oh? You want anything else, you’re going to have to use a wish. I give away too many free requests and I’d be bound to the same person forever.”
“If that’s the way it has to be. I wish for you to become so overwhelmingly sexually aroused and deprived, impoverished for only just me that you will do anything I tell you.” He smirked at her as he stood at the foot of the bed glowering at her, his lust rising.
Alisa giggled, then attempted to regain her composure. “Sorry, master. That’s too close to wishing for more wishes, and not that I am grateful or anything. But rules are rules.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” Henry asked. “You said I get three wishes, and my first wish was for you to be overwhelmingly sexually aroused for me.”
Suddenly, a glow flashed from Alisa’s eyes. “Ooh, master, that’s a wonderful wish. Why don’t you get in bed with me and let me show you some of things I’ve learned over the years.” The expression on her face was one of animalistic lust. It was clear to Henry that Alisa wasn’t faking her sudden attraction for him.
“So now you’ll grant my wish?”
Alisa reached out and clenched her fist. She pulled her arm back, and Henry was grabbed by an unseen force, literally pulling him into the bed. “Less talk, more action,” she growled. As she dove at Henry’s crotch, working to tear open his pants, she added, “I’ll explain later.”
It took Alisa almost no time to free Henry from his clothes. She enveloped his erect cock in her mouth, wrapping her ruby-red lips around his thick shaft and sliding it in and out. Tracing her tongue over the head of it, taunting him teasing him with it. She dribbled a length of saliva and let it cascade down the side. Her fingers stroked lightly around his hard shaft, as her dark smokey eyes enveloped him with a hungry stare. Henry was amazed at the sensations her oral attentions brought to him. In all his years as a vampire, no one had given him head like this. He moaned softly, stretched out on his back gave him ample viewing of her attentions. Although he always thought of a woman’s mouth giving a blowjob was like that of a second cunt, Alisa actually made that thought feel like it was true. Her tongue lapped starving; desirous against his cock, her head bobbed up and down, he watched enthralled as his cock disappeared and reappeared from her ruby painted lips.....

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2009-06-09T06:56:00.000-07:00

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2009-06-05T05:08:00.000-07:00

Mistress In A Bottle {Part 1}

2009-06-04T07:16:00.001-07:00

There he was, just simple man named Henry walked along the beach, the incoming tide splashing around his feet. He loved this. It was one of the few remaining ties to his old life. He dimly recalled walking along a beach much like this one, hand in hand with Shannon. The memory brought a short sigh, but the wistful feeling was quickly forgotten. Instead, he just reveled in the physicality of the moment: the cold ocean water, the sand flowing between his toes, the sounds of the waves crashing along the shore, and the moonlight reflecting off the constantly changing water.
In the distance, Henry spotted something bobbing in the surf, tossed about as the waves bubbled and rolled along the sandy shelf of the Pacific coast. As he walked closer, he was able to better make out the shape. It looked like an over sized Coke bottle, with the familiar hourglass shape. In addition to the glass, though, was a metal frame wrapped around the two enlarged ends.
Henry was intrigued by the object, as it certainly didn’t look like anything else he had ever seen floating in the ocean. By the time he reached it, he concluded it looked like a genie bottle. It wasn’t as ornate or fancy as the bottle in “Aladdin” or “I Dream of Jeannie,” but it certainly was unique. The metal bands had fine etchings of various pictograms, as well as what Henry assumed were words in some indecipherable language.
He bent down to pick up the object. Despite having been in the Pacific Ocean, it was warm to the touch. Henry held it up in the moonlight and tried to make out the images. Part of one of the bands was coated in sand. He brushed at the warm metal to clear off the sand.
Suddenly, a seam opened in one end of the glass enclosure, and smoke began pouring out. The images on the artifact glowed brightly in three pulses before fading back into steel-gray metal.
The smoke coalesced into the shape of a person. Before Henry’s eyes, an incredibly attractive woman had appeared. Sure enough, she was wearing an outfit of translucent silks which revealed far more than it concealed. Henry didn’t care though. She would have been beautiful in his eyes wearing a trenchcoat or flannel pajamas. Those golden-flecked green eyes which seemed to look into his soul. The full, rich red lips which pouted lovingly towards him. The delicately tapering legs which vanished into her inhumanly tight ass. And of course, her breasts. They were floating above her ribcage, straining the fabric of her top and making her erect nipples clearly visible to his admiring gaze.

Reflections Of My Soul

2009-06-03T05:57:00.000-07:00

An erotic night in which she had planned
As I gave in to her every demand
Her skin like milk and body so cold
My soul once mine has now been sold
Her eyes they glowed in the pitch black room
With a smile on her face to seal my doom
Her nails so sharp she scraped down my chest
My blood then trickled onto her breasts
We shared our blood in the passion and fire
A taste so sweet that we both now desire.

When the sun rises or the moon arrives, they are the light and I am the dark. I am the dark in their resonating light. When God got there for the first time in Heaven, I was the first dance. I am the first dance to a great wake. When Lucifer went down, down to thy burning Hells, I was the dance. I am also the dance to great death.

I am a soulless creature, just a body, and no spirit. You ask how such a thing can live in thy world of humans, and I reply that it is because I am controlled. Controlled by two others with such power. Humans are funny, never believe what they cannot see and yet they say I am no such thing. They do not believe me.

Well, I don’t blame them; I mean this does sound like someone who just got out thy white jacket. But still, I do not blame them for not believing such a tale. This is all of me; everything I had to suffer, everything I had to live with, and I still dislike this… Living this life, like a creature from Hell is verily hard, these are my last memories, last regrets, my last regards…

What am I? Even I am not sure what I am any more, but a foul creature with no spirit. No shadow and no reflection now, I am changing but what till? She says that your voice chased away all the sanity in her; I chased all the sanity in me by doing something else. Just watching as I change into a creature, with no humanity left… May t'is be a vampire, and maybe something else...

T'is what I had to live with my whole life, such suffering of a curse most dark. I watch out my eyes, as thy sky grows darker,
the Earth closing its eternal eyelids, concealing thy sun once
more and hiding thy noble Earth from such a thing called light.
And once again bringing out another yellow light that all of the
creatures hail to, thy moon, thy bright and noble moon, like as if it was
thy bright and golden halo of the so-called Jesus Christ.

Everyone has a sanctuary, a symbol, a scar of sorrow that mustn’t be touched, for especially with me. Because a sorrow as great as mine is much more fragile than any other. Any other sorrow still remains fragile and shan’t be touched. The man in thy mirror faced me and stared at my scar, it mustn’t be touched, but he did so anyways, and healed my scar....
This is everything, this is me…All Of Me…

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2009-06-02T05:18:00.000-07:00

Sheryl The Slut {Part 7}

2009-06-01T05:12:00.000-07:00

"We’ll lash you, so you don’t trick us anymore and tell us lies. We’ll do it here, cause you like to be screaming, but no one besides us will hear you here! So your screwed." Came Jermy's voice rather sinister.
They hooked the ropes under the roof over and under the metal rigging there, stretched them so my legs moved upwards, and fastened the ropes in that position. I was almost suspended with my legs wide open, only my head and my shoulders were on the floor. The floor was cold and slightly damp. My hands were fastened to something at the other side of the trailer. They examined me and satisfied, and then they got their belts out and began lashing me from both sides. At first their strikes were easy, but little by little they grew all excited and began lashing my buttocks and thighs quite hard. I began to squirm and bite down on my tongue as to not scream, bringing them a sadistic satisfaction.
"Beg us to fuck your asshole!" John yelled, it did not even sound like him anymore.
"C’mon beg, don’t be shy lil precious! We’ll lash you till you beg us to fuck you. John you’ll start on her!" Jermy was being taken away with the intense moment.
"Please, Jeremy, don’t, I can’t do it!" I started to whimper as the tears welled up in my eyes, my lower lip trembling in fear.
Another lash was an answer. For some reason the pain and shame aroused me. The sting seared into my buttocks, so much so that my breath rushed out in a an uncontrollable gasp.
"Let’s lash her cunt!" Came the gleeful retort from Jermy.
"Sure! We’ll lash her bitchy cunt. I know she wants it. John was no longer the man I used to know and love. He had changed with this new found vindictiveness.
The belt lashed my cunt again and again. There was a sudden rush of wet juice from me as I bucked against my bounds.
"Oooohh...." I exclaimed as a sudden rush of wonderful painful sensations ripped through me straight through my belly.
"She's had am orgasm and we haven't even touched all from the lashing," John said. "A real bitch! Now shall we show her what a dog she is?"
He approached dropping his pants I heard John's buckle from his belt clink to the floor as he knelt down, and with out warning shoved his cock into my wet hole.
Jeremy stopped lashing me, too. He too knelt down and now began to stroked my face with his dick. His cock hardened as the tip stroked my cheeks and pursed lips.
"Take it in your mouth! Use your tongue. It’ll help you when I fuck your ass!" Jermy exclaimed with a tone of warning to his voice as he shoved the tip inbetween my lips.
At that time John took his cock out of my cunt and tried to push it in my ass. I could not scream out as the burning tearing feeling rippled through me.
It entered easily, probably because I was excited, or maybe because I had been fucked there already, violated by that cop in the cell. I was being pushed to yet another violent climax, nonstop from the moment when they lashed my cunt. John fucked me balancing on the ropes his large hands wrapped tightly around the ropes. All the while Jermy holding my hips while he harshly pushed his huge cockk all the way up to my throat, holding my hair. Pulling my hair as he held my had imobile.
"I can’t take it anymore! Let’s switch." Groaned Jermy, the large head purple and throbbing.
They traded places and I froze in expectation. No, at that moment I wasn’t scared and I wanted Jeremy to fuck me. I was turning into that slut that they had being calling me. I tried to relax and let Jermy's huge cock inside my ass. And suddenly it happened. First his head slipped inside my greased depth. He froze for a second and continued pushing his dick deeper. I tightened up by reflex and could not control it.
"Wait, slut! Relax and you’ll like it." Jermy coaxed.
"I like it already, do it, fuck me please." I said it, but I did not even recognize my voice.
"Good lil precious! Just a little more…"
He pushed it all the way in and started moving carefully. John, who was watching us came to my face, knelt down over my head and placed his dick inside my mouth and started to fuck my mouth. He fucked me and didn’t let me suck, as usual; he fucked my mouth like as if it was my cunt. His head reached the back of my throat and flew back out of my half-opened lips to return in half a second. Barely giving me a chance to breath, I gagged.
Two men were fucking strangled me in the most indecent way, while I kept cumming because of all the shame and excitement. I moaned and trembled, shaking in their lustful rough hands.
They came together both men in a wetly grunt of male voices. John filled my mouth with hot sticky threads of his climax. Jeremy sat on the floor flat-out panting, as I felt the hot ebbing tide drip from my ass.
"At least unfasten me." I said in but a whimpering whisper.
"Ok, dear." John's voice had softened now as he nodded to Jermy to start untying me.
Jeremy unfastened the ropes and carefully put me on the floor in a rather gentle like manner as though I might break.
"Don’t lie on the floor – you’ll catch a cold." John drapped his shirt over my shoulders, as if on cue my teeth started to chatter.
"You’re so fucking good! How’s in your ass?" Came Jermy's voice, a distinctive calmness about him now.
"I loved it." I could not lie I indeed loved it, perhaps a little to much.
"I told you – you’ll like it, and you didn’t believe!" John laughed.
"I was scared." That was the truth, for most of it I was terrified beyond belief.
"In vain. That’s why we had to lash you…don’t be offended…" Jermy said as he twirled up the rope and looped it over a hook on the trailer wall.
"I’m not, I liked it......"

The End.

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2009-05-29T04:49:00.000-07:00

Sheryl The Slut {Part 6}

2009-05-28T06:21:00.000-07:00

One, then two, and then even three fingers were inside me, and then he began turning them churning them inside, I felt ever knuckle.
"Well, whore, now I’ll fuck your pretty little ass! Whether you want me too or not." He hissed bent over me next to my right ear.
He pulled out his fingers and placed his dick against my asshole.
"Don’t stop me, let it in, you’ll love it!" It was a warning.
I was ready, but something didn’t work. He could not slide into me as easily as he thought. Suddenly my ass was burned with a lash.
C’mon bitch whore!" He lashed me again and again. His belt was all over my hips and thighs. Each lash lusciously stung as it connected with my fair alabaster skin.
"Are you ready now?" He growled as the length of his hard cock lay between the crack of my ass. He dropped the belt, I heard the buckle clink to the bare cement floor. He took my hips in his large callous hands and again started pushing his harden member inside me. Only now he changed his tactics. First he put it inside my cunt, moved a little, and as soon as I got excited he pushed it inside my asshole.
I screamed. The sound of my hoarse voice echoed in my head, shifting my current reality.
"Good, huh?" He got it all the way in and started moving.
I thought I was going to die, the searing pain, burned, but beneath the burn a firing ecstasy awoke inside me.
He grabbed my tits and pulled them, trying to get deeper inside me. Surprisingly it didn't hurt as much as I thought it was going to; I was so excited that my orgasms went one after one nonstop. I felt like the greedy whore I had been called all this night.
"Much better! I told you – you’ll love it. Now you try to move. Fuck my cock little whore." He hissed as his own passion was riding higher and higher.
He let me go and I tried to move towards his dick. I could not do it.
"No, please, I like the way you do it yourself." I begged softly, my eyes welling up with tears blearing out my world.
"As you wish, you asked for it. Spread you legs apart!" He gruffly snatched at my thighs forcing them further apart as I knelt before him.
He laid me face downwards, took his dick out and pushed it all the way in again, then more and more. He liked pushing it in and out, just poking the head in, he kept that harassment going. I began to enjoy it, too.
"Don’t you love when my head enters you ass, bitch?" He groaned.
"Yesssssssss..." I hissed out between clenched teeth.
"Then beg me to fuck your asshole!
-Yes, please, fuck my asshole!" He spoke with a tainted smirk on his lips.
"Good girl! Here’s some more!" His voice almost coaxing more of a reaction from me.
He came roughly, spanked my ass with his open hand and unfastened the handcuffs. And roughly withdrew his cock from my ass, the hard member bouncing as he stood up off the small bed.
"Let’s go, I’ll take you back to John." He smirked again almost evil like.
He brought me to the room where John and the other guy were drinking beer.
"How was it?" John said lifting his head up and turning in my direction.
"She is damn good. But she was so wet that I had to use her asshole! She enjoyed." He laughed now.
"You fucked her ass?" John cocked an eye brow, his face covered in a questioningly look.
"Of course!" He exclaimed rather smug about his conquest.
"She told us she doesn’t fuck in her ass." Jermy piped up.
"You need to know how to handle her." He laughed and bended me a little, turning my back towards them.
"I had to teach her a little with my belt. She liked it." He showed them the bright red welts across my bare ass, where his belt had laid it's mark. He spanked me again.
"Well lets go." There was something threatening in John's voice. As we left the small town police station. He walked me towards the semi and trailer.
"Can you believe it, Jeremy? She let them fuck her in her ass!" He said almost tainted with disgust, opening the door.
"Bad girl, why did you lie? We’ll have to punish you!" Jermy said as if thinking out loud.
"You’re damn right, officer lashed her and she had become as meek as a mouse." John said.
"No problem – we can do it, too! Open up the trailer!" Jermy said, the trailer attached to his truck, since our car was at the shop somewhere.
"Got you. Right behind you." Spoke John in a demeaning tone, make sure that Sheryl heard it quite plainly.
"What are you going to do?" I was scared. For the first time I actually thought that I had gone to far and well was going to be severely punished for that of my actions, even though IT was not my fault!
"We’ll show you exactly what a dirty little whore you are!" Jermy exclaimed loudly.
John took me to the trailer’s door. Shoving me uncermoniously forward through the opening of the double doors, only cracked open a portion so I could be shoved into it. More like tossed.
"Get in!" He bellowed at me.
His voice didn’t leave chance for objections, I fell forward onto my hands and knees, I whimpered as the sharp pain rang through my palms and knees as they skidded over the hard steal floor. They followed in after me. Jeremy found the light switch, turned on the light and I saw the inside of the huge refrigerator. But it was warm and empty there. They locked the door, got the rope that hung from a hook on the back of the left door and tied it to my legs.
"What are you going to do?" As again the tears welled up and spilled from my eyes...

Sheryl The Slut {Part 5}

2009-05-27T06:07:00.000-07:00

"You want more? Well, suck it." An evil grin masked his face.
He unfastened his pants and put his flaccid cock inside my mouth. Jeremy turned me on my side and kept fucking me, while I wanted more and more. Jermy's action pushed my mouth over his cock, forcing my head to bob against the ever growing shaft.
"What took so long with that officer?" Jermy asked, between grunts.
"He wanted to join us. Asked how good she is." Came John's reply as he eyed his woman's mouth working over his cock."
"And you? What did he ask you?" John added.
"Nothing. I told him she’s cool. And was alright with being treated so." Jermy laughed pounding his cock into Sheryl.
"You’re damn right, she’s good fucker, I only regret about her ass…" He wanted so much to force his monster of a cock into her.
They talked and fucked me, it made my head spin their calm voices as I was used.
"Wanna more, huh?" Jeremy asked me sneering slightly.
"Oh yess!" Came my garbled reply.
"Well take her to the cops; let them get a piece of her, too!" John gaffed at her looking down at her.
Saying that he froze, and his body trembled, tightened up as his climax rode through his body, sending warm threads of his climax in my mouth, nearly choking me.
"Would you go Sheryl?" He tried to coax out of her.
"Don’t know…" I could barely speak as I swallowed the bitter sweetness of that of my husband.
Let’s go, you know you want more." John was eager to share her with the police as well, this was turning into one twisted contorted night.
I nodded my head timidly, aching for more. I couldn’t lie, I hardly controlled myself.
"Help me pull her out of the car Jermy, now."
"She is undressed!" Jermy exclaimed.
"You seriously think she needs her clothes there?" Came John's retort blatantly.
They carried me naked towards police station. Jermy had me tossed over his shoulder, my breasts squashed against his back, and my bare ass shining for all to see! I couldn’t believe it – being dressed only in shoes and stockings full of holes I was being carried by an absolute stranger to be fucked in police station. But I liked it the way it was, I wanted him to do whatever he wants. I wanted him to treat me like a whore. I was a whore.
We walked in just like it (I mean he brought me). I turned my head down of shame and humiliation, while he was holding my hands, so I couldn’t cover myself. I never felt so alive in my life.
"Oh you brought her, it’s nice to share?" Two young boys laughed as we walked into the small town police station.
"Take her to detention room, there is a trestle-bed, we’ll fuck her there!" Henry, open the door that led to the backroom.
As led us, constantly looking back and examining my body. I swear he was drooling, I ducked my head down in a showing of submissive behavior.
Those guys saw me as a body, a fuck toy-the body which was brought to them for fun and for fucking. At that moment that was perfect treatment for me. Henry opened the bars and let us in. John helped me in the narrow cell. He laid me on the trestle-bed and offered to strangle me. John was playing the part perfectly, I was actually frightened that he was serious.
"What, will she resist?" Came Henry's voice.
"No, she came on her own will, I think it’ll be more fun if she won’t be able to move, such bitches like to be helpless. You can even blindfold her!" John exclaimed in a gruff tone, smirking down at me.
"Let’s fasten her with handcuffs!" Came Henry's every excited reply to John's words.
They fastened my hands to a pipe along the wall and blindfolded me with my own stockings.
"The bitch’s ready, you can use her, anyway you like she won't know what hit her." John left and the bars clanged behind him.
Then everything was like a dream. The first one fucked me very fast. No forplay, nothing, he just shoved his cock into me pounding my cunt. He did not even taking his clothes off, he stuck his rock hard cock inside me again and again, moved couple of times and then came quick and violently. Probably he hadn’t had sex for a while. He got off me with a grunt, I could not see his face. He left and soon the second guy came. Now I wanted to scream, and as I did, someone, the other man perhaps shoved a cloth in my mouth. It tasted faintly like disinfectant.
I laid on the bad and could be guided only by sounds. A warm sticky rush was leaking from me in spite of the fact that I held my legs tight together. Since my hands were still fastened to the pipe there was not much I could do.
"Raise yourself a bit and kneel." The second man said, as he untied my hands and retied me back to the pipe so I could accomadate his order.
The second one wasn’t in hurry; he turned me and made me spread my legs. And ran his hand over my clit, prodding inside me with two fingers roughly.
"You are all wet! That’s no good; I’ll have to fuck your other hole!" He said in a growling low voice, edged with viciousness yet to come.
Ignoring my protests he slipped three fingers inside my cunt, pulled them out and began to probe my ass. I clenched my entire body as taunt as a guitar string, and then I started to whimper.
"C’mon, relax, bitch, you’ll like it." His other hand came down sharply against my bare ass and then he shoved me down like a dog-my arms slightly elevated infront of me....

Titty Tuesday

2009-05-26T05:46:00.000-07:00

He is obsessed with my breasts, the tweaking of nipples till hard nubs appear between His fingers. The groans of sensual suffering as He bites down hard leaving a lacy pattern of pain in the visions of red welts. He marks what are His. He cups the left one as we drift off to sleep, He plays with them as we awaken each day. His hot lips wrap around the engorged nipple as the tip of His tongue flicks over the forming nub in His wet mouth. He likes to slap them and watch them bounce, He likes to use His favourite leather belt on them too. He is happiest when they are marred by that of His doing, no matter the implement used. He loves to stroke them while we watch TV in the evenings-He is happiest with a breast in hand. He squeezes them with rough hands each morning in the kitchen as I make His lunch for work, He squeezes them again once He arrives home from work in the late afternoon. There are times when He revels in dripping hot wax on the soft alabaster mounds, watching the darkened heated wax dribble down the sides, He relishes the screams and squeals I emit as He does this. I revel and squirm in the pain tainted extasy that is He. At times He will bind them with a length of black lace ribbon, tightly bound are they till a hue of purple enrages my white alabaster flesh. I writhe in commitment and lust as He uses me as He so sees fit. I am the most happiest when He is doing something to them, my breasts, my tits.

Sheryl The Slut {Part 4}

2009-05-25T07:35:00.000-07:00

"You like it? Take it inside your yearning cunt and prove yourself slut!" He said in a demeaning voice.
At that moment John spread my legs and stuck his cock inside me so hard that I moved forward and set against Jeremy. The momentary pain cascaded over to instant ecstasy as I moaned gratefully.
"Start sucking, and working that magical tongue bitch."He tried to push his cock inside my mouth, but then he took my head and did it himself forcing it in roughly. With all this going on I had to open my mouth so wide that my muscles hurt feeling my lips stretch. Jeremy had my hips in his rough and dirty hands and was now sticking his cock into me like a toy.
"You like to be fucked by two cocks lil' precious?" Came his growling tone.
"Aha." Was the only thing I could muster out; as the next moment I lost myself in approaching orgasm…
"Come on, fuck her properly, train her cunt, I’ll thrust into her later teaching a valuable lesson."
John accelerated and I was cumming together with him the contractions, tight and unforgiving took over, I almost lost consciousness.
"Let’s turn her on her back now." I heard, coming back to this insanity of reality.
They were twisting me like a doll a simple plaything, but I was just getting more and more excited because of such shameless humiliating treatment. It was something I have always yearned for secretly.
Jeremy spread and lifted my legs, and started pushing his hard member inside me showing me very little respect or gentleness. John served his dick to my mouth and said:
"Lick it clean, don’t be shy. You liked it, didn’t you? Such a fucking slut Sheryl are you not?"
"Yeah…" Came my weak reply.
I took his cock and touched it with my lips first and then that of my tongue. It tasted bitter, I could taste him and myself mingled together, this excited me more. Jeremy at that moment slowly, inch by inch, was pushing his monster inside me. I knew I was tight, so very tight feeling my hole stretch more and more. I was afraid of what they would do to me if I did not let him inside me.
"Come on, relax lil' precious, yeah, good girl!" Jermy exclaimed heatedly.
He stuck it straight in roughly now and I had a feeling that there was a bottle inside me, I screamed out in pain and ecstasy once more, I swore I was being ripped open by his massive cock.
"Now I’ll fuck you treating you like the slut you are!"
He started moving inside me and I began falling into orgasms again washing over me like an oceans tied. Over. And over again, feeling every passing inch he stuffed into my tight cunt.
"You like them big, don’t you? All sluts do."
"Yeah...." I moaned out for that was all I could fathom at that moment.
He fucked me holding my legs tightly gripped in those dirty rough hands of his, while John slapped the cheeks of my bare ass and my pussy lips with his cock.
"Aaah.....", I stopped controlling myself. And started to cry softly.
"I’ll fuck your asshole, too. You wanna?" Not that it mattered for he was to do that anyways whether I wanted to or not.
"No, don’t, it hurts!!" I finally managed to squeak out in feign protest.
Of course sometimes my husband fucked me in my ass, but Jeremy would tear me in pieces with his thing, his cock was monstrous indeed…
"What a pity, your ass is perfect," he spanked me pertly on my assand pushed his dick even deeper inside.
"You like it, bitch? You move your hips now!" He ordered.
I screamed like crazy, not caring about anything besides his dick moving inside me. Caring not if I was ripped wide open.
"What the fuck is going on here?" I heard some voice. But I was not sure if it was in my head or not.
John opened the door and went towards a policeman.
"Everything is fine, sir. We are just fucking some whore. We paid her and now she is fulfilling her side of it." Came John's smug reply.
"Why is she screaming?" The intruding officer asked.
"Oh, she loves to fuck. She's only getting what she had coming to her officer."
I tried to sit up, but Jeremy laid me back on the seat by force. Pushing me down roughly making that of my head spin with the amount of force that he used.
"Don’t twitch, it’s your fault – shouldn’t scream so bad. It's not that bad now is it lil' precious." Came his audible whisper to my ear, almost threatening like.
And he continued like nothing happened.
The door opened and I closed my eyes because of the bright flashlight and mostly of shame. I was not sure what was worse, them all using me like this, or getting busted by the cop.
"Don’t worry, sir, she is enjoying it." Jermy's voice piped up-the evil look in his eyes made me silent.
"Well go at her then!" The officer said with a laugh, he was just as demented as they all were.
The door closed to the loud laughter of two men.
"You see, it’s ok, come here Sheryl, no one cares what happens to a wayward whore." He hissed softly.
Jeremy put me on his knees so that I straddled his lap his enormous cock never left my cunt, plunged fully into me I was impaled where I sat.
"Now you move on my dick." He commanded.
He grabbed my tits and started twisting them kneading them roughly till his fingerprints were left behind, squeezing my nipples between his fingers till only pert hard little nubs. Crushed like delicate flower buds within his grasp as he pulled and tugged. The shiver of pain, rolled over in my belly only making me want more. Only then I realized how excited I was because of the whole situation. I strained my hips and started moving up and down, up and down. His dick was easily sliding inside me in spite of its size. I guess it was because of all excitement, I was dripping wet I could feel the waves of passion excrete from me.
"Good girl, go on, go on! Lil' precious should we try your ass?
"No, please, I like it this way…" I was terrified that he would split me open, I would do anything to avoid that situation for now. Anything.
John got in and sat next to us. I was longing for his dick, so I bended and tried to reach for it......

Sheryl The Slut {Part 3}

2009-05-23T05:35:00.000-07:00

"Everywhere." He pointed at the bushes and trees by the road.
I went to the forest. Having walked for some time, I lifted my skirt and squatted low behind a tree. The breeze cascaded over my bare ass, sending shivers shuddering through my body.
In several seconds John appeared.
"Go away, I am ashamed!"
"Doesn’t it excite you?" His voice quivered with anticipation and excitement.
He wasn’t going to leave; on the contrary he came closer and unfastened his pants. His dick was right before my face.
"Come on, don be shy!" He took my head and touched my lips with his dick.Forcing me to taste him.
"I know you want it!" He growled forthright at me kneeling in the dirt.
Most probably I did want it. At least after all what had happened I didn’t want to resist. I slightly opened my lips and he stuck his dick into my mouth. Tasting the salty-bitterness of him.
"Good girl!" He exclaimed in a ragged breath as he started moving my head with his hands, and I helped him with my lips and tongue…His dick got hard, it didn’t fit in my mouth any more, but he pushed hard and…got it all the way inside my throat. I felt myself gag against his cock, spittle running from the sides of my lips.
"Oh my, fucking god......" Moaned he, "I like it this way, I like when you swallow it…But I’ll cum too fast, stop now."He ordered in his gruff voice he took out his dick and turned me around rather unceremoniously, grinding the dirt into my knees.
"Get down and spread your legs!"
I bent over as instructed and his dick easily entered my wet from desire almost frothing hole. He shoved his cock into me as he grabbed my hips and started moving in furious pace, practically filling me with his dick. I started to cum continuously. He noticed it and pulled his dick out, setting it against my ass he fired his shot off, in between the crack of my ass cheeks.
"Well, you see? Why did you act like a virgin before? Still in the car I felt you coming. Didn’t you cum there on my finger?" He queried, panting.
"I did."
"I like the way you cum! Let’s go, they are about to return I think."
That cheeky guy terribly excited me for some reason.
We returned several minutes before Robert and Jeremy did. They brought some necessary tools and started working on the car together. The work was hard and I was supposed to cook some dinner with the veggies and meat they brought.
"Those guys sure helped us a lot, we should thank them," said my husband.
“Yes, especially John”, I wanted to say, but at that moment everyone was busy, and I decided to talk to Robert later.
John often passed me with a strange smile, and at some point, being alone with me he asked:
"Will you come tonight? You will have to stay over night; we won’t have finished by the time night falls in full, and it gets awfully dark out here".
"No."
"Why not? You want it."
I didn’t know what to say…
Bar-B-Q, brandy, talks. My husband got drunk fast, and John was constantly adding more. Soon Robert apologized and took me to sleep in the car. And I went with joy, planning to tell him about my adventures. But as soon as he reached the seat he fell asleep, saying “let’s talk tomorrow…”
I couldn’t sleep. My head was full with the scenes of what happened, and I was getting more and more excited against my own will.
"Come out,come out where ever you are......." the familiar voice was heard.
"John, I’m sleeping." I answered him.
"Come on, I know you want to!" His voice teased.
Without hesitating (he must have drunk much, too) he dragged me out the car,there was no worry of waking up my husband, he was passed out cold. So John picked me up and carried to his car, where Jeremy was waiting for us with the door open.
I understood that John had told him everything. They were well organized, like it wasn’t the first time they did it. Most probably it wasn’t the first time. Having me crammed into driver’s cab they got in and began hastily undressing me. In a split second I found myself wearing the stockings only…
Well, she’s at least properly shaved, you were right, I like them that way." Jeremy said as he began to rub his growing cock in his denim jeans, kneading the flesh roughly.
"What did I tell you! And she sucks like a well paid whore!"Answered John and knelt me down, so my head was between Jeremy’s legs. Jeremy was still kneading his crotch, the large bulge there clearly apparent what John wanted me to do with it.
Jeremy pulled down his pants and his dick appeared right in front my face. God, it was like two inches in diameter!

Juicy Fruit Friday

2009-05-21T07:34:00.000-07:00

Sheryl The Slut {Part 2}

2009-05-21T06:40:00.000-07:00

"John," She said.
"Sheryl."
"You’re all shaking and stuff…come to my car. I’ll warm you up a little."
"Ok."
He was still holding my hand and I followed him to a driver’s cab like a nice little girl. He helped me to get in, climbed up, and shut the door. Then John got a thermos bottle from under the seat, poured some and gave to me.
"Coffee and brandy. It will warm you." He spoke softly.
I drank the whole cup with pleasure, and felt the warmth spreading all over my body. My head was spinning. Leaning back on the seat I almost fell asleep…When I felt his hand under my skirt I came to myself, my senses.
"No." I said.
"Why not? You know you want it!"
"I can’t!" More insistent this time.
"If you want it – you can!" His words now gruff.
"Do you?"
"I want you from the moment I saw you. Look at you! Those stockings suit you! And… honestly, you don’t wear panties, do you?" He said with a smirk.
His hand was moving apart my strained legs. Of course I totally forgot about my look! He unbuttoned my shirt, grabbed by tits, lifted my skirt up and saw my hairless pussy…
"Just what I thought!" He whispered.
Nothing could stop him after it. He stuck his fingers inside my vagina, lifted me up a little and started touching my ass…He was grabbing me shamelessly and I couldn’t push him off. I was getting more and more excited. When he stuck his forth finger in my dripping saturated vagina, and used another finger for my ass, I started to cum…
Suddenly he let me go. I opened my eyes and saw my husband approaching the car.
"How are you?" Asked he when he opened the door.
"She’s ok, I gave her some coffee and brandy to relax," John answered for me.
"We have some troubles with suspension here, guys will tow us. Can you go with them?"
Damn how can I go with John after it? But it must be forbidden for passengers to be in a towed car…And after all we won’t be alone. His workmate will be here.
"Of course." Came his courteous voice.
What a look gave me John at that moment! I may be wrong…
"John, come help to hitch the car," the second driver spoke as he approached.
I sat in the car, my thoughts were a mess. Of course, he thinks I’m a whore. Still in the ravine, when they hitched the car, he looked at me…that way…No wonder…A woman in ragged stockings, in mini skirt and with her nipples sticking out…From the other hand I did want a sex adventure and I received it in the person of that rude self-confident man. The real man. What else do I need? I don’t know…
They hitched our car and we went.
John behaved well; he just hugged me a little. Suddenly I fell asleep. I must have been tired, and coffee with brandy helped, of course.
I woke up because the truck was still and there was nobody around. I opened the door and started to come downstairs.
"Let me help." John said as he came up.
"Your husband and Jeremy left for spare parts, and I’m left here to take care of you!"
He smiled happily, took me off the track and carried me off was more like it.
"Put me down, what are you doing." I said.
"As you wish." He said in a chivalrous tone.
He let me slip down the earth, but my skirt was all the way up.
"Someone may notice!!" I exclaimed loudly, but not really meaning it.
He just laughed watching me setting the skirt right and looking around.
"Where is the restroom?"..........

Sheryl The Slut {Part 1}

2009-05-20T08:21:00.000-07:00

There was our friend he invited us, me and my husband to visit him in Sheveville. He was a very close friend, close in an intimate way. He visited us and we had sex, I mean they both him and my husband fucked me. This time he called and offered to go to Canada's Wonderland together that’s for a whole day, and at night…well at night, we’ll be driving each other crazy.
I didn’t wanna fly there and tacked my husband to drive to Sheveville. “At least I’ll be able to dress sexy” I promised. He got very excited and agreed.
I was sitting in a car with Robert wearing extremely short mini-skirt from under which stockings’ laces were seen. Under semi-transparent blouse I had a bra with openings for my nipples, thanks to it they were rubbing against the cloth at any movement. That made them hard.
Drivers of passing by tracks glanced at our car, and I liked to move apart my legs a little, so the skirt slowly lifted up. Everything was a fun. We passed everybody, and that excited me, too.
By the middle of the day the road had become narrow. To pass somebody Rob had to cross the double line. It was scary, but added some adrenalin.
At some point my husband decided to overtake a huge track with a trailer. Its driver didn’t want to let him and sped up a bit, so did we.
Suddenly we see a little Dodge approaching us. Rob thought he wouldn’t have time to pass and slowed down, but the truck slowed down, too, having decided to let us go. One second of tragic misunderstanding and we fly straight to the ditch. All we could see was the blue sky and green trees on the side of the road. I couldn’t believe it had happened. I opened the window and began to straighten a little bended antenna. Robert got outside, having lifted the door up like hatch. He was so upset that I realized that antenna wasn’t our only problem. Some people were coming and asking if everything was fine, and if everyone was alive. They gave some advice. I got out the car, made my way through the bushes, and sat on a fallen tree. Later everybody went away and police arrived. They drew up a report and stopped a truck. Truck drivers agreed to help us pull out our car. They were hitching up the tow-line, cutting down bushes, giving advice to Robert. Finally, having the car hitched up, they pulled it out on the road and went to draw up a report.
It smelled like wet leaves and mushrooms on the side of the road. Cool wind bothered me, so I got up and tried to climb out the ravine. It turned out to be difficult, since I was high-heeled. Soil was crumbling, and branches were tearing my stockings…
“Let me help you,” I heard.
One of the truck drivers who helped us stood above me on the edge of the ravine. He approached me insensibly and, most probably, he was watching all my clumsy attempts to get out. I stretched my hand and he easily pulled me up. He still had my hand…

The Meaning Of Deference

2009-05-19T08:26:00.000-07:00

Deference:

Submission or courteous yielding to the opinion, wishes, or judgment of another. Courteous respect.

For at least two weeks prior she had a wicked viper tongue. She did not listen, she talked back and had very little to do with the deference that was once becoming of her. Her eyes spoke of wicked transgressions against His word, His law. His look smoldered with a heat that would shake her very knees but still for the thrill of the moment she would defy Him to no ends. Of course this would not go un-noticed by that of He. He awaited His moment in time when He would wield the power of authority over her. His right. He took such liberties one evening just out of the blue without her really realizing this, again her mouth ran rampant with words of ill repute and lacklustre. The night had come, the time when He was strongest.

"Lay out on your back, witch that mouth of yours has begotten you naught but troubles that I need to set straight." His voice dripped with fantic ill humour.

"No." Was that of her pert reply.

Grabbing a fist full of her coppery red tresses He twisted upon the bed till she was prone on her stomach her hands now outstretched over her head, He made quick haste of tying them still with a length of black lace shall that cascaded over the bed post.

"Bitch." His voice dripped with the purest of contempt. "How dare you take that tone with me." As He struck her bared ass with the riding crop.

Her body jerked and spasmed twice against the throngs of pain that edged up in red welts against her pale alabaster skin. Her faced buried in the soft confines of the pillow as she started sob. His head ducked down to the tender sides of her ribs, the left side firstly. He bit down on the soft flesh there grinding the skin betwixt His sharp teeth untill she screamed in a fit.

No, no please do not do that, I can not take it." She moaned.

He did not answer her, but bit down again just up from the red welt and again, and again, still she screamed in agony for Him to stop. He was not listening to her constant prattle of tongue.

"I can't take it anymore, please I love you. Stop. No more, no more." She whimpered as the tears soaked the pillow and her nose ran freely, her fingers dug tightly into the palm of her hands, cutting half moons into the flesh. Her head thrashed back and forth as she stole a look at Him with swollen eyes from the flooding tears.

"So help me, DO NOT LOOK AT ME!" His voice shook with the anger of her defiance, He was not going to take the back talking any longer.

Fine peaks of red points fleeted out along her alabaster skin from His bits, she lay on her stomach in a puddle of remorse. She heard Him take the clothes from His body and climb up behind her kneeling on the bed.

"On your knees slut." His cock hard, an echo of the passion that heated Him when He struck her and cause her pain. She did not comply fast enough and His hand came down sharply on her bare ass, a sounding crack echoed through the room followed by that of her intense whimpers she arose to meet His request.

"Let me in you cunt now, do not tighten up on me!"

She cried anew once more for she tried to let His cock in, to slide into her wet hole, but it would not, she felt Him grab her hair and pull her head up off the pillow, arching her back. He slide into her tight cunt with certain ease now, driving it home, in and out without a showing of mercy He fucked her. He used her as He wanted too, His grunts and growls fathomed up around them like a shroud. Showing her what she had brought upon herself, she had learned the word "Deference" in full. Thou shalt not trespass against thy Master......

Juicy Fruit Friday

2009-05-15T07:14:00.000-07:00

A Kaleidoscope Of Indescressions

2009-05-12T15:44:00.000-07:00

Sitting alone under a bridge. Haven't eaten for days. Can't even get it Up! I see myself as a Waitress in a skintight black silk Chinese long dress. Split open at the thighs. Scarlet high heels, purple lipstick, dark eye shadow - Utterly ravishing! Ninety obese pompous prosperous gentlemen. Splendidly dressed. Smooth skinned, pink cheeked, trim haired moustaches beards. All drool at me. Making my ass feel hot and my pussy dripping wet. And in their bulging eyes I see Lust, greed, power, sex, food, lobsters, buns, cocks... That really turns me on! I glide along sinuously ogling at them "Here is one chopstick. Sir I shall get you another one." "We made this dish Especially for You!" "Is there anything else That I can do for you Exalted one?" Oh, Daddies Oh............

Your Seduction

2009-05-09T06:16:00.000-07:00

I see your soul lying asleep
Naked
Vulnerable

Amorously I creep closer
And whisper tender loving words
Spouting erotic poetry

Flashing indecent images
Giving a tantalizing taste of the
Forbidden
Fruit

As your psyche is
Drunk
With the divine

I penetrate it stealthily
Deeply
Devilishly sowing the sordid seeds
Of my unique
Perversity.

Juicy Fruit Friday

2009-05-08T06:11:00.000-07:00

Bathtime

2009-05-06T10:42:00.000-07:00

He pauses at the bathroom door, His hand on the handle. It is never locked but always left slightly ajar. From within comes the sounds of splashing accompanied by her soft humming. He pushes the door open and enters. The room is dark, lit only by a few flickering tongues of candles that throw shadows on the walls. The air is thick with the heady scent of lavender and sandalwood.
The humming stops as He approaches the tub. She looks up at him from her prone position, the oily sudsy water lapping gently at her breasts like waves on a distant shore.

"Yes", she says, her voice dreamy from the heat of the water, a smile crossing her lips. "How may I help you?"
He does not reply but walks to edge of the tub. There must have been something about His demeanour, perhaps she caught a glimpse of His eyes in the glooming light. She sits up straight, the water splashing against the sides.
"What do you want?" slight apprehension creeping into her voice.
He does not speak as He stares down at her and slowly unbuckles His belt, the sound clinking harshly in the quiet of the room. His eyes locked onto hers, he pulls out His soft cock, stroking the tip, while His other hand cups His balls.
"What are you doing?"
But she knows. She knows well what is going to happen for she has seen the signs, heard the hints, gazed at His smirk. And then it happens.
A warm stream pours from His cock to splash against her skin, saturating her already wet breasts, dripping through her hair, droplets splattering her face. She gasps in shock, her eyes stunned that He finally has carried out His threat, but her green eyes do not leave His face as His piss continues to pour over her body, mingling into the lavender scented water. She allows herself to be drenched by Him, for this is what is expected of her. As His First, His Possession, His submissive, it is her duty to accept all of Him, all that He gives to her, and she will willingly do so for she knows that this pleases Him.

Finally the flow is halted. He smiles down at her and growls His approval. Pulling His t-shirt above His head, stepping out of His jeans, he lifts a leg and steps into the tub to join her.......

Juicy Fruit Friday

2009-05-01T06:58:00.000-07:00

Images Ravishing Her Mind

2009-04-24T08:56:00.000-07:00

It is always by way of pain one arrives at pleasure. One is never so dangerous when one has no shame, than when one has grown too old to blush. Your body is the church where Nature asks to be reverenced. Destruction, hence, like creation, is one of Nature's mandates. Miserable creatures, thrown for a moment on the surface of this little pile of mud, is it decreed that one half of the flock should be the persecutor of the other? Is it for you, mankind, to pronounce on what is good and what is evil? It is only by enlarging the scope of one's tastes and one's fantasies, by sacrificing everything to pleasure, that that unfortunate individual called man, thrown despite himself into this sad world, can succeed in gathering a few roses . . .”

Pain Is But An Echo Of Her Soul

2009-04-04T05:06:00.000-07:00

Just Another Day In Purgatory

2009-04-02T09:02:00.000-07:00

A Kaleidoscope Of Indescressions

2009-04-02T07:03:00.000-07:00

She had slept well and alone last night, the storm howled but sedated her mood, she pitter pattered down the stairs and into the kitchen, dark and strangely not illuminated. She shivered it felt as though the patio doors were wide open. Crossing the kitchen floor dressed in her short robe and a men's dress shirt underneath, bare feet she moved to wide open door. The drapes and floor soaked, she was about to slam the door shut when she noticed one red rose on the counter with a white envelope. Half asleep she opened the card which just humbly read.

"..roses are red..violets are blue.Look behind you.

But she never got the chance as the strong hand came around her throat, she barely saw the shifting black form from the shadows behind the drapes where she had just stood. Her scream quelled in her throat as she struggled violently against the attack. To no avail. She was being now drug outside to her large back yard. Her bare feet sunk into the soft sod, as her hands flayed out to nothing but air-the rain drops on her body awoke her senses instantly as the sound of rendering cloth, the robe, the shirt gone from her body and she was flung face down onto the muddy lawn. Her arms pulled, her wrists tied roughly with course rope to pre sunken stakes into the ground. Metal pegs her wrists and ankles were bound to till she was almost spread eagle. The rain pelleted her without mercy, the mud covered her as she whimpered softly.. "....why?.....

A sinister almost demonic laugh was her answer as she felt a weight bare down on her as he sat atop her back straddling, forcing the air from her lungs. He raked his nails down her back, twice, two angry trails of red streaked across her alabaster back and he stood, taking out his rigid cock, almost steaming in the coolness of the morning. Stroking it lightly he pondered looking down at her splayed out dirty form at his feet, he prodded her ribs with his boot. He rather fancied this having her this way. The rain came down in stinging torrents as she cried out loudly but no one would hear, the nearest neighbour was two kilometres away. He came around and knealt in front of her, lifting her head from the muddied puddle by her hair, he locked his eyes with hers, he could not tell if she cried, the rain was obscuring the true tears, violent tugging her head, he shoved her lips over the tip of his cock, cool by the air, into her moist hot inviting hole. He thrust his cock all the way into her mouth and down her throat, he felt her gag, but what did he care, he thrust in and out of her tight mouth, using the fistful of her hair to guide his motions. An excellent start to what would be a day of sadistic daydreams that were now his reality........

With another evil laugh He pulled His cock from her mouth, yanking back viciously her hair, straining her neck backwards, her back arched almost painfully. With a gleam in His face He rubs His hardened member across her face, her cheeks, her lips. Back and forth, His wet dripping cock against her pretty face. Without warning His palm comes down to cross her face in a stinging slap. Her head snaps sideways as she howled in protest.
Her hair still wrapped around His fingers, His fist grazing her scalp, His palm comes down once again, harder this time, the rain splashing from her cheek, redness spreading in a rush across her pale features.

"Don't make a fucking sound!" he snarls raising His hand once again. The cry is cut-off almost immediately at His tone, but the tears continue to fall in silence, mingling with the summer rain splattering her face. His eyes dark and glazed by passion, He shoves her down once more into the mud standing up to gaze upon His woman, supplicant at His feet. A smile crosses His face as He pauses for a moment watching as her body shakes and spasms from her silent tears and the chill of the rain.

He reaches down and she hears the snick of the switchblade moments before her shirt is gathered up at the back. With one stroke, the material is cut away, the cold metal grazing her back as it returns to hook under her bra. With a slight sound, that too is cut away and she feels her breasts released from it's confines. Suddenly, His hand is back against her hair and she is roughly pulled up by her long tangled tresses, soaked and muddied.

"Stand up my little slut!". He never raises His voice to her, instead all His commands are issued in a beastly snarl, almost whisper-like, the tone carrying with it threats of harsh repercussions should she disobey.
"And don't say a word My Precious. Not a single word. The fun has just started..."

How To Use An Airplane Bathroom

2009-04-01T06:55:00.000-07:00

Me And Only Me....

2009-03-28T06:17:00.001-07:00

Who Thought Messy Could Be This Much Fun

2009-03-27T08:51:00.000-07:00

The Black Dahlia

2009-03-26T15:31:00.000-07:00

A Slave-A Mistress-A Want-A Yearning

2009-03-24T07:18:00.000-07:00

The slave has got to follow the rules and there is no way he can escape punishment if he does something wrong, this time he has to lick the toes of his mistress…

My dedication was rather ordinary. Now I was not a free person but a THING.

- That is all you can wear from now on, slave! – Helen smiled. – Though I sometimes don’t want to see you around with your bare butt.

I sighed realizing my Mistress had very strict and tough rules and even a tiny disobedience would be followed by punishment. But she also let me understand that she could punish me for no reason at all, just for her pleasure. It was the very thing that frightened me and made me think of her as a real Master instead of a person of an equal status. My Mistress could act in the way she wanted, according to her mood and could lash me or make up a new, more humiliating punishment. The girl was uncompromising. It meant that if she wanted something there was no way of begging her to change her mind, for you could make it even worse…

I was just a thing for her, like a sofa she liked sitting on. And of course she didn’t feel sorry for her things and thinking I was special for her was meaningless…

- There won’t be any traces left on your body, don’t worry about it! – Helen reassured me. – But don’t relax! I can give you the works that won’t seem to you little! No one will know about our game except for my friends, - the girl smiled. – Anyway, I’m not going to ask for your permission… Do you like to obey women?

- Yes, I do, my lady…

- Very well. I need no more from you. You are not to decide how to be helpful. And don’t forget about my rules! I hate repeating twice! – She reminded it strictly.

- Of course, my Lady…

- Perfect! – Helen concluded. – I think now you understand very well who is in front of you!

I had no doubts about it anymore having talked to her even the first ten minutes.

- Now you are deprived of any rights and I give orders here! – My Mistress decided to repeat it once again. – When you are here your existence and behavior depend on me. I even control your thoughts, you may not conceal anything from me, slave!

And again I had no doubts about it.

Suddenly the telephone rang. Saying nothing to me Helen rose and moved to the phone. I kept on standing in the same humiliating position on my fours. Of course, the girl wasn’t going to change her way of life and habits because of me. She would live in the way she liked and do whatever she wanted.

Time passed too slowly for me. I didn’t hear what Helen was chatting about. I had to wait when she would resume the conversation with me. And I waited… It was unusual for me to have a Mistress-slave relationship…

- Turn round and lie on your back! – My Mistress required when she returned a few minutes later.
I obeyed and was lying waiting watchfully. With no words she sat on the sofa and parted her legs. She put her right foot on my face and the left one – on my cock pressing it. My penis was not interesting for her as the girl had plenty of other ways to enjoy herself.

Watching my reaction my Lady stretched her hand and squeezed my nipple a bit. I wrinkled my face being afraid even to give a squeak…

- You’re rather sensitive, slave. It will be even funnier and more amusing for me! – She said.

Her foot was on my face and she was moving it as if massaging me.

- What are you thinking about, slave? – Helen asked.

What could I think about at that time? Nothing… I was nude, felt helpless with this girl and she knew it. And the most important thing for me was that I didn’t know what she would do at the next moment…

- My friend has just called… - She decided to tell me. – You know, her husband is a very interesting person. Both of them are thirty and they have been married for ten years. And all this time he is a slave for her. Can you imagine? – Helen smiled. – And I have another friend who treats her men worse than animals! Yes, she treats them no better than dogs. It’s funny to look at! She trains them so well that they even bark if she wants. And she fucks them pretty often. When they are well-trained she gives them away. The choice of trained men of hers is huge! Can you imagine yourself in this role? – Helen grinned and squeezed my nipple tighter.

I moaned trying to bear the pain. I don’t know why she told that to me: to frighten me or remind again who I was for her…

- I’m more careful with my things, - my Mistress pronounced having me in her mind. – So, don’t think you are special! You have to prove you are worth lying here under my feet!

- Yes, of course, my Lady… I’ll do whatever you want… - I could barely say that from under Helen’s foot.

- If you disappoint me… - The girl continued threatening though she knew I wasn’t going to do that. – I’ll sell you or present to a couple and then you’ll be in trouble… - She laughed.

- No, please!.. I’ll do everything for you!

My will was ruined. She needed just an hour to override me, to make a submissive slave from me.

When she saw her words had the right effect on me she relaxed and looked at me condescendingly…

- And you have to remember one more thing, slave! – She said in a serious voice. – I don’t like when my rules are not followed. You shouldn’t forget who you are even for a second! For example, have you seen the rug near my door in the corridor? This is your place! If I don’t need you, or you have no task or maybe I don’t want to see you, I’ll tell you to go to your place and you should go there and wait as long as it is needed! Until I call you! By the way, if you misbehave you’ll sleep there, too! And it is not the worst place, believe me! Well, what else… Aha, I hate it when someone touches my possessions. Everything you see here is holy for you! And if you dare to break this rule and I learn about it you’ll be severely punished…

My Mistress was telling me about more and more rules and requirements. I knew I had to take that seriously. She didn’t joke when she spoke with this intonation. I was listening to all of this lying on my back absolutely naked and feeling her both feet on me…

- The next thing… - she continued, - you should be patient! I know it is not easy but you’ll get used to it, I’m sure. If I’m in bad mood or busy you can stand on your knees all evening as an item which I don’t need at the moment! – Helen grinned.

The girl didn’t have to stop each time to hear my consent with her rules. She was telling that as a verdict not being interested in her slave’s opinion, whether he liked it or not.

- There is something else… - My Mistress was in no hurry. She decided to explain everything to her slave once and then forget about it. – If I say “Sleep” you should sleep! If I don’t want to sleep you don’t sleep, too, slave! You are my possession and should be at my disposal at any minute. When I wake up in the morning you should be awake already. If I see you’re sleeping you’ll have problems! When I wake up I want to see my thing near me and ready to be used! I don’t like awkwardness! If I wake up because of you, you’ll be punished! My sleep for you is sacred! If you get up you should sit and wait for your Mistress to wake up. In the morning… - Helen became thoughtful for a moment. – You’ll greet me on your knees, your chest pressed to the floor, arms stretched and crossed, forehead on your arms and face down. It is in case if you are not punished and can do that. – The girl smiled slyly. – And your punishment depends on you, slave! Do you remember all I said?

- Yes, my Lady, I replied.

- Fine. If you behave well you’ll be OK! When you are allowed to speak, your voice should be quiet and respectful. You can admire me and pay compliments to me. But I hate excessive flatter, respect and lie! If I notice you doing that I’ll punish you! – Helen couldn’t stop pronouncing the word “punishment” as she wanted her slave to grasp it better. She didn’t doubt that if she punished me at least once I would become very obedient and try to avoid another punishment in any way. – This is far from the end, slave! – Helen smiled when she saw her slave’s face.

I tried to memorize every detail. I realized that this strict girl’s rules were new laws of life for me and she would not be patient if I break any of her rules. I wasn’t allowed even to sneeze without her permission…

- Now let’s speak about your everyday duties! – My Lady continued. – You have to take care of my footwear. If I want to put on something and see the shoes are dirty you’ll pay a dear price for it, slave! I hope I don’t need to explain to you how your Mistress’s footwear should look?

- No, my Lady… – I uttered.

- Excellent! You’ll have a lot to do and no time for rest! – She grinned. - If I leave you with me for a night the maximum you can do is to sleep near my feet. But you have to work hard to deserve that! Or probably you prefer to sleep in the closet, slave? – She joked.

- Oh, no!.. – I answered quickly being horrified of such a prospect.

- Let’s see. Anyway, it is for me to decide! – Helen said adamantly. – Now let’s speak about you and my body. You must feel very happy only to see and be close to me! Touching me is a great honor! Take it into account! I enjoy myself as I wish. That’s why don’t even try to protest, advise or do something wrong! The meaning of your life is your Mistress’s pleasure!

- Of course, my Lady, - I decided to assent to her.

- For you… - Helen flashed her eyes discontentedly when I interrupted her involuntarily. She continued, - there is nothing more important than to bring me pleasure. It is one of the main rules for you, slave. I think you understand this very well. Am I right, slave?

- Certainly, my Mistress.

- Open your mouth! – Helen ordered and when I opened it she put her toes inside. – Suck them and listen further. You have to look after yourself. I can’t stand slovenliness or dirt. You must correspond to the status of your Mistress. If you don’t follow that, slave, you will be punished! Clean nails, no smell of sweat… I guess, I don’t have to explain that to you?

- I understand, my Lady.

- Very well, I like conscious slaves! – She grinned.

- I have many other rituals, slave! – She added. But I’ll tell you about them later. You have to work to be worthy being with me…

After all these requirements it seemed impossible to have any other wishes. And I had to listen to all that lying on the floor with her toes in my mouth! The standard was very high from the beginning and any break of these rules meant only one for me – punishment!

- Suck them! – She said. - You should do what I told you until you receive another command or order to stop. And if I want, you will lie for an hour sucking them, non-stop! And no slapdash, slave!

I like my toys

2009-03-14T04:52:00.000-07:00

sometimes the wooden ones

sometimes the round one

sometimes the pretty one

sometimes the blue one

sometime the cuddly one

The Anatomy Of Me

2009-02-02T10:24:00.000-08:00

I meet her gaze I help her standI hold my breath and kiss her hand...I see her blush her cheeks red now..I smell her hair and kiss her brow...It brings me joy to hear her speak..I take her hand and kiss her cheek...I feel her skin 'neath my finger tips...I hold her face and kiss her lips..Our love's true passions now begin...I caress her form her breasts..and kiss her skin...Our passions flow like summer rain..Our love's fulfilled as we kiss again in the woodland trees..In the afterglow in fond embrace...We speak of love and I kiss her face...

A Breast Obsession Of His

2009-02-01T12:28:00.000-08:00

Madeleine LeClerc: How can we know who is good - and who is evil?

Abbe du Coulmier: All we can do is guard against our own corruption.

Abbe de Columier: It's nothing but an encyclopedia of perversions. One man killed his wife after reading them.

Madeleine LeClerc: It's a fiction, not a moral treatise.

Renee Pelagie: Desperation has driven me past etiquette, all the way to frenzy.

Dr. Royer-Collard: My schedule is not the subject to the whims of lunatics.

Renee Pelagie: I beg to differ, you work in a madhouse. Your every walking moment is governed by the insane.

Tantalizing Tribulations {Part 7}

2009-01-28T13:09:00.001-08:00

As she turned on her heels to walk away, the beast sprang. Her words, caustic and defiant, scythed through Him like a blade and struck a nerve deep inside. No one speaks to Him like this. No mere mortal had ever addressed Him this way and lived. He had reduced these frail creatures to quivering masses, devouring on their souls as they prayed to be released from the depths of their agony. They submitted to His every whim if only they were allowed to die, for death was peaceful in contrast to the pain. And yet, as he launched Himself towards her, there was something about her that gave Him pause. Biting down harshly onto His tongue to control the raging demon that was now fully awake and aroused, He was beside her in two bounds. With the acrid metallic taste filing His mouth, breathing deep to suppress His anger and lust, He forced His voice to remain steady.

Grab her hair! Drag her back to the tree! Use your teeth! Put your hands to good use! Do it now!!

"That's no way to treat a gentlemen My Lil Vixen".
She stopped to look Him straight in the eye and that's when He acted. With snake-like speed His left hand was entwined in her hair, His right hand about her throat. His face so close to her lips He could smell the fruity aroma of her lipstick, "In fact", He sneered, His breath rustling a few wisps of her red mane that strayed across her fine face, "I would dare to venture that your disposition is down right rude, don't you think?"
She did not make a move or make a sound. Every muscle in His body coiled tight to deal with any fight that she might put up, screamed with tension and His hands began to shake. Her lack of resistance coming as a surprise.

Fight you bitch! claw at my wrists! bite my hand! kick and struggle why don't you! make this enjoyable!!

She remained steadfast, her body rigid and composed as she glared back at Him with eyes that smouldered brazenness and open impudence. The realization then hit Him like a hand out of the darkness almost knocking Him backwards. She was not afraid! This was exactly what she wanted. He had played right into her own diabolical game. A game where the rules were to be made up as the actors walked onto the un-earthly stage. Removing His hand with deliberate slowness from around her neck and taking a step back, a carnal grin uncurled across His lips as He released her hair feeling it curtain down the back of her coat.

"Excuse my impulsiveness m'lady, I didn't mean to frighten you. Perhaps you would like me to walk you home?"

From deep inside, the beast raised it's head and howled, it's foul breath rustling the leaves of the trees as it rushed out into the ink dark night.

Tantalizing Tribulations {Part 6}

2009-01-28T13:04:00.000-08:00

Peering up to Him she did, her went idle, fingers ever so slightly splayed atop the eroded and pitted stone of some obscure mortal that had lost their life. She mused a moment or two at his comment ‘My Lil Vixen’. The right hand corner of her mouth, twitched almost without notice a quiet reflection of her arrogance. She all but drank in all His movements gauging his next move perchance? Distinctive articulate actions. His voice, surreal not of this earth or so it seemed, playing tricks upon her mind, for the underscore of his voice was almost commanding growl hidden beneath his well spoken manner hood. What in god’s creation had she met up with on this night as the wind seemed to pick up behind him, the creaking groan of the bare branches void of leaves moaned out eerily into the night. She gave a sound almost kindred to that of a grunt at his last comment, giving shrug as though she cared not what he called her.

“As you desire then.” Her tone flat, nonchalant even, her one hand still resting on the tombstone, the other now at her waist, the black leather of the trench coat bunching there, as it opened, revealing to him, the boots, thigh high black leather the faint glint of metallic boot heel as she shifts her weight from the left foot to that of the right. Naught much else could be seen in the dimness of night.

“Time?” She sneered now. “Whatever so do you mean by that Dirk?” Her stance slight more defensive in nature now, the green eyes narrowed slits of almost hateful distrust. “I am afraid I do not have the time to dally; the hour is late and I am tired. And slightly hostile; the longer I am kept from a warm fire and my glass of wine.” Her small house sat alone on the other side of the cemetery and now she was becoming agitated her tone touching on caustic. Her head tilted back as the moonlight cascaded a beam atop her, alabaster neck slender now fully exposed as she mocked him next each word hinted laughter. “Be gone with you man, you are not worth my time and effort. Take it to some filthy subservient slut or wench. For that I AM NOT.” Mutters something along the lines that…..”…be damned I would fight you tooth and nail…..”

She boldly turned to leave thusly momentarily turning her back on him to return back to the pathway that would take her home the rest of the way through the cemetery.

Her Sensual Punishment For Uncouthe Behavior

2009-01-26T15:27:00.000-08:00

She was in the kitchen getting ready for the BBQ that they had planned for the hot Summer's eve. He the Master was outside starting the BBQ as she made salad to go with the sizzling steak. He came into the house as she turned and gave Him that look that gets her into so much trouble with Him. Feeling brave she was as she smacked His ass with the wooden spoon. {This spoon is what He used on her bare ass as punishment} But she smacked His. He growled and reached for the large metal tongs used for the BBQ.....
"Precious that was uncalled for, now wasn't it?" His voice low and gruff. She knew that she had made a infraction against His rules.

"Yes Master it was but I wanted too." Was her curt reply

"Lift up your shirt and bare those breasts for me. NOW." Was all He said.

Without question she did as He bade her to do. Letting free those glorious globes of soft tender flesh. The metal was cold and unfeeling as He took a nipple between the sharpened teeth. And applied pressure, closing the steel jaws around the sensitive nib.

Her soft cries of pain edged with purposeful pleasure echoed in the large kitchen as He closed the jaws, the teeth digging into the flesh.

"Now count out loud to twenty Precious."

"One...Two..Three." A tear rolled from one glistening green eye and then the other as He pinched down harder till she reached that of Twenty.

The red teeth marks left behind bruised slightly, He left His mark of His displeasure upon her to last a few days so that she would remember NEVER to strike her Master even in jest....

"Lock her up as well so she knows how it feels! The gorgon, the sow! " Marquis de Sade

My Return

2009-01-08T09:26:00.001-08:00

I don't believe anyone is a nothing. There has to be something inside, if only to keep the skin from collapsing. This vacant eye, listless hand, this damask cheek dusted like a doughnut with plastic powder, had to have a memory or a dream. Human kind cannot bear very much reality. I am happy to report that in the war between reality and romance, reality is not the stronger. Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one. A gracious thank you to my Followers, I have returned, the little girl lost. Is not longer lost but found.....

Calisto....

The Division Of Calisto

2009-01-08T09:12:00.000-08:00

Simone: Tell him that if he discovers his whereabouts, you'll slit your wrists with a razor, and I'll drive a hatpin through his heart.
Prouix, the Architect: You'd do that, rather than forsake our love.
Simone: No. But tell him I would anyway.

Dr. Royer-Collard: Will you sleep sound tonight?
Adde du Coulmier: No. Put frankly, I never expect to sleep again.

Tantalizing Tribulations {Part 5}

2008-10-15T09:27:00.000-07:00

He could have smiled or snarled, she couldn't quite tell in the dark. Lips pulled back, teeth iridescent and bared in the waning moonlight, His face still shadowed. And then she heard Him laugh. A soft sound, ominous like the distant sound of thunder, yet with undertones of genuine mirth...

He watched as she took two steps forward knowing that her curiosity had overcome her fear. Drawn like a moth to a lantern, she had to see His face. He chuckled again at her words, her voice soft as a plucked harp yet brimming with arrogance, defiant in the face of the unknown. In an instant, He took a liking to this woman. He admired her resolve, and just as instantly resolved to take it easy with her. Easy prey indeed. He giggled to Himself as His mind went off on yet another tangent, congratulating Himself on the silly word-play that came to Him so easily.

'Cos I'm e-eas-ay, e-easy on a Sunday mor-orning', sang The Commodores inside His head.

With yet another effort, He snapped out of His reverie, reminding Himself that this woman deserved His attention. "Get a grip man, there is business at hand!", he snarled inwardly. He took a moment to assess the situation once more before He made any move. She was obviously armed and not afraid to use the little dirk which had disappeared just as quickly as it had appeared. There was the imperious manner in her poise. The graceful elegance in her stance. He could also tell that she was used to getting her own way. His first assessment of her was right. Of course it was-He was never wrong. He wondered what attire was hidden beneath the long coat -if there was anything at all. A vision flashed before His eyes, of her kneeling naked and face down on, tears spilling down the cold hard granite of the gravestone she was pushed upon, her silken alabaster back violated by three gash marks slashed diagonally across her skin. Bright red droplets marking the angry trail.

The beast awakened by the rude percussion, slowly raised it's head and growled, low, deep and long. It smelt her fear above the scent of her perfume - Lilac and Lavender, and the tattoo of her nails as it tapped atop the headstone, beat in perfect metre with it's cold dark heart.

The marked contempt in her voice coursed through his belly to the creature inside to blow softly upon it's fevered brow. It stirred, stretched out a stiff limb and flexed a claw cragged and knotted from an eternity of darkness. A hooded shadow crossed His eyes as the beast peered forth at this woman and He almost flexed a hand towards her. The urge to reach out and hook a talon along the top of her long coat - to hear her breath hiss with each pop of a button, to release her ample breasts, to graze a sharp nail along a soft rosy nipple, raged through His being. He would bring her to her knees with a single command. He would slip His still moist cock from within His jeans, hard and throbbing. She would extend her tongue, eyes closed and accept the sacrament of His host with docility and submission. She will please Him as He sees fit.

From deep within, the beast raised it's monstrous head and growled, it's loins aroused by the depraved vision. It's malignant heart beating once again to push the malodorous blood through it's blackened veins. Parched scales stretched and cracked as it's body slowly uncoiled. A serpentine tongue flicked out to savour the moment as a longer, abominable growl escaped it's withered lips.

He cleared His throat, to mask the sound. Stepping forward into the moonlight, fighting back the carnal urges, His features soft and expressive, He addressed her, "At the risk of sounding trite m'lady, what's a girl like you doing wandering through these grounds so late at night? You never know what lurks within these shadows"

He watched her start, a flicker of something cross her face - eagerness perhaps, fear or willingness?

He smirked, and His eyes flicked to her tapping fingers, long and slender tapering to perfectly filed nails. "I shall call you My Lil Vixen-for now. There is time enough to learn your true name"

Service Of The Master

2008-10-14T10:32:00.000-07:00

Abbe du Columier: You are not to entertain visitors in your quarters.

Marquis de Sade: I'm entertaining you now, aren't I?

Abbe du Collumier: Yes, but I'm not a beautiful young prospect ripe for corruption.

Marquis de Sade: Don't be so sure.

Devotion is showed in many factions. One cool Autumn evening she sat downstairs whilst He puttered around doing things in the basement. She played a few games on the laptop amusing herself. A distinctive grunting growl came from her left as she turned she was greeted with her Master's cock, bouncing in the low light of the room. Her eyes widened at it. How she loved to suck His cock, worshiped it even so to speak.

"..now my Precious."

Her eyes dart coyly to His face, He wore a mask of sternness as she whimpered softly turning to the side. Pushing her her head forward she darted her moist tongue along the tip before thrusting the exposed head over her parted pouting lips, taking the offering, being grateful she was offered such a gift. To be able to serve His needs without question, that is the honour in which she is devoted to Him and Him alone.

Is it wrong to love sucking cock so much? To crave it? Need it?....

For My Master

2008-10-09T12:33:00.001-07:00

For Him

How do you write a poem
about Love?
It cannot be caught
and is beyond words’
power of depiction.
It has no place to be,
all places are filled
with Love.
Without Love would
anything have any savour?
Love is what joins
Love is what flows
Love is what counts
Love is what grows
Love is what’s known.
Love is all around
Love is all about
Love is all we ask
Love is all we give
Love is all I have.
Love wants nothing
Love needs nothing
Love misses nothing
Love excludes nothing
Love is what this is all about.
Joining, flowing, counting,
growing, knowing
around, about
asking, giving, having
All is Love,
of that I have no doubt.

Tantalizing Tribulations {Part 4}

2008-10-08T11:10:00.000-07:00

He watched her approach and His loins stirred from a long forgotten longing. A burning hunger that had to be repressed after ages of unsatisfactory encounters. His heart began to thud in His chest, His breath puffing out of His flared nostrils in small wisps, the hairs at the nape of His neck erect and tingling. A smile borne from the carcass of a thousand dead souls, crossed His face, pure evilness glowing from the shadowed features. His tongue flicked once more across His lips as He scrabbled forward silently, the sound muffled by the soft, moist soil of the freshly dug grave, the rich smell of the earth permeating His senses.
She must have heard something for suddenly, a glint of steel flashed in the cool night. His breath caught in His throat and He froze as the realization that she was armed hit Him.
"Shit!" He swore under His breath. This was an unexpected turn of events, but still within His control nevertheless. Just would not be as easy as He had hoped. His mind flashed back to the last time someone had resisted Him, or tried to, He corrected Himself. She had put up quite a fight, impressive for such a petite little thing. He had picked her up up not two blocks from here with promises of a hot meal, a shower and $200 for an hour of His entertainment. She was pretty, one of the better looking ones, legs accentuated by high heels, ending in tight ass, flowing blonde hair and lovely pert breasts. A shame about those breasts really, and what had to be done to them. She had collapsed like a rag doll finally, wetting herself, ruining the expensive stockings He had asked her to wear, when He had exercised His master-stroke upon the soft skin, nipples pushed erect by her sheer terror.

He shook His head, snapping out of His reverie. There was business at hand and this new woman was walking towards Him. He marvelled at her stride. Back erect, head held high, measured steps so perfectly in time, He could have composed a symphony - perhaps a swan song? he snickered. But His composure was short-lived as she turned towards Him and stopped not more than 3 metres from Him. His cock jumped within the tight constraints of His jeans, all feelings of relieving Himself again forgotten. An icy hand clamped across His chest, making it hard to breathe and His heart pounded so hard against His rib cage, He was forced to steady Himself against a cool, hard rock of a nearby headstone. How the fuck did she know He was here! Did she notice Him or sense Him? Had He spoken out aloud? His face prickled with anticipation and near awe at the sheer courage of this woman. She was stunningly beautiful, now that she was so close, Her features soft and delicately carved. A long neck flowing downwards to an ample bosom that rose and fell with her breath. A glimpse of defined cleavage beneath her coat, and He knew instantly how he could use that tight space. He slurped at the spittle that almost escaped His lips, trying to decide His next move-and then she spoke.

"Be you man or beast..."
The sound of her voice, delicately garnished by a thousand years, soft and lilting, accented by history, sent a bolt of bright blue electricity through Him that He had never felt before. It filled His ears with a thunderous roar, prickling His face and neck as it surged downwards through His belly to jolt against His loins. The beast awakened by the rude percussion, slowly raised it's head and growled, low, deep and long. It smelt her fear above the scent of her perfume - Lilac and Lavender, and the tattoo of her nails as it tapped atop the headstone, beat in perfect metre with it's cold dark heart.

He stepped out of the shadows on silent feet, the silvery moon cloaking Him in a shroud of obscurity and faced her.
"Good Evening m'lady, Please let me introduce myself". Glancing down at the small weapon in her right hand, His eyes flicked upward to meat her emerald orbs, bright in the reflective moonlight, before bowing to her,
"My name is Dirk"

A vacation away...

2008-09-15T11:57:00.001-07:00

I miss you already My Master, my heart heavy without your guidance of hand in my life. You are the joy in which my happiness resides. Fourteen days seems like a life time without your firm arms around me. My heart is left behind, it resides underneath your pillow where I placed it. I am bound to you forever more.....I will miss the simple things. Coffee in bed, the softness of His breath against the nape of my neck whilst He slumbers, His arm over my side cupping a breast as it rises and falls with each passing breath. I will miss making Him His tea each day when he comes home. I will miss so much. Until I return...remember me my Darling...

Knowing Love,
I will allow all things to come and go,
To be as supple as the wind,
And take everything that comes with great courage...
My heart is as open as the sky
What lies behind us, and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us.

True is the word of your eyes
Beauty is the beating of your heart
Love is the smile on your face
Desire is the touch of your hand

To wish is to wish for you
To sleep is to dream of you
To live is to wait for you
To smile is to think of you

And in the end, the love you take
Is equal to the love you make.

I only wish to be the fountain of love
From which you drink,
Every drop promising eternal passion

Inside my skin, there is this place,
It twists and turns,
It bleeds and aches.
Inside my hollow heart
There's an empty room,
It's waiting for lightning
It's waiting for you.

And I am wanting,
And I am needing you here,
Inside the absence of fear.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Love is a flame which burns in heaven, and whose soft reflections radiate to us, two worlds are opened, two lives given to it. It is by love that we double our being; it is by love that we approach Gods
I wish I could carry your smile in my heart,
For times when my life seems so low
Once he drew with one long kiss
My whole soul through my lips,
As sunlight drinketh dew.

The greatest pain that comes from love,
is loving someone you can never have.

Love, you know, seeks to make happy rather than to be happy
It's the heart afraid of breaking
that never learns to dance
It's the dream afraid of waking
that never takes a chance

and the soul afraid of dying
that never learns to live

To be angered by the fact of love is to be afraid of life.

A kiss that's never tasted

Is forever and ever wasted.....

Love Calisto

Tantalizing Tribulations {Part 3}

2008-09-08T10:03:00.000-07:00

"We produce books for the discriminating collector. The compulsive inmates set the type, the listless ones do the binding and prepare the ink."

Her hands jammed into the front pockets fingernails cutting almost half-moons into the delicate flesh of her palms. No mark, no callouse marks her hands a feature she would not be able to hide, even though all else of her nature, Highborne, hidden and covered with a back alley drawl. Her gait even straight and narrow with the gentle rolling of her hips, left, right, left right. The tattoo of her boot heels echoed her passage further, deeper into the Cemetery, iridescent green eyes flicked to the left and right, the looming head stones carving surreal shapes into the misted rolling fog that enveloped the pathway almost illuminated sadistic twisted visuals. The fine hairs on the back of her neck stood erect all of a sudden, her nostrils flared in warning as the icy tingle ran down her spine, she quirked a brow stopping, her right hand racing out of her pocket. Armed. A glinting of silver caught the bestraggled moonlight above as the clouds flee across the midnight sky. A lady like dagger, the blade twisted to a fine honed point acidic etchings into the blade worn away from age. The hilt, white ivory, rolled fluidly in the palm of her hand as if welcoming an old friend. She once again continued her walk, her eyes shifted untrustingly to the unfathomlessness that surround here, muting her senses, twisting her thoughts. She thought she heard something, her head cocked to the right her gait slightly slower, but still self assured that she could handle herself. Guttersnipe, cut-throat, vagabond beware, she thought. Unruly locks of her coppery hair twisted about her alabaster face in which reflect naught of her terror but of her own heightened amusement; for she now knew she was not alone. What? Whom? She did not know, but she was sure going make sure they got the point firstly. Nipples instantly hardened, why? She knew not, but the fine points cut into the roughness of the black wool sweater tight against them, her breasts testing the tight confines, pulled taunt till the five glass buttons threatened to pop with strain. Withdrawing her left hand she felt out for the head stones as she now left the path, her boot heels sinking easily into the soft wet laden earth. Bramble snagged at her legs, she was not as quiet as she wished. A low growl came from her red tainted lips as her left hand snaked out onto a weather worn head stone of a head bowed Angel, wings tilted inwards to shadow the Dead that lay below. Her breasts heaved as she breathed deep; a bitter taste came up over the back of her mouth. Fear. Standing bold, upright, shoulders back, enough of this! Her voice a soft almost ancient accent filtered in and out of her words.

“Be you beast or man. Come out now and know outright that I bow to no man or god. “

Head up, chin level, the aristocratic poise was unmistakable, the attire a putt off, a sham. A wolf in sheep’s clothing perhaps was she. Her fingernails curled over the top of the head stone of ‘ I. B. Fine’ in almost annoyed beat she began to tap those long tapered fingernails against the hard gray stone.Twirling the dagger in that of her right hand, the blade flinting silver in the moonlight accenting herself as being armed. Unbeknownst to her, she had walked directly towards him, that silent calling that tugged her; this way and that till she was there and now. Waiting…waiting….

Something Wicked This Way Comes

2008-09-04T09:40:00.000-07:00

Conversation, like certain portions of the anatomy, always runs more smoothly when lubricated. Are your convictions so fragile they cannot stand in opposition to mine? Is your god so flimsy, so weak? For shame! Suppose one of your precious inmates attempted to walk on water and drowned - would you comdemn the Bible? I think not. I didn't create this world of ours. I merely recorded it.

The Taming Of Calisto

2008-09-02T15:27:00.000-07:00

You've already stolen my heart... as well as a more prominent organ, south of the Equator. I write what I see, the endless procession to the guillotine. We're all lined up, waiting for the crunch of the blade... the rivers of blood are flowing beneath our feet... I've been to hell, young man, you've only read about it. In order to know virtue, we must acquaint ourselves with vice. Only then can we know the true measure of a man. Lock her up as well so she knows how it feels! The gorgon, the sow!

Tantalizing Tribulations {Part 2}

2008-09-01T14:31:00.000-07:00

There! He was sure of it, a quiet footfall. His head snapped to the left senses on high alert, the surface of His skin prickling with tension. There it was again, the crackle of high heels on the pebbled walkway. Someone was approaching.
Boredom had led Him here, into the eerie yet comforting quietude of the Cemetery. These last few days he had wandered about listlessly, aimlessly, entertaining Himself with mindless banter with the whores and transvestites that traversed the laneways of this desultory part of the city. Torn fishnet stockings, black leather mini-skirts, 3" spikes, eyes glazed over by the sheer apathy of their lives, detachment in every hobbled step, worn down like the cracks on the pavement they tried to step over, He felt nothing but pity for the miserable lives of these men and women, contempt for the wretched dregs of society that desperation dragged down here, seeking solace for a $20 blowjob. Maybe He was doing them a favour every time He was overpowered by His appetite, an Appetite for Destruction. Axel Rose had it right-Welcome to the 'Fucking' Jungle.
Now He found Himself walking along rows of headstones, some stunning in their augustness, works of art and design, paid for with love and adoration. Yet others achingly beautiful in their simplicity, bouquets of wilting flowers, remnants of incense sticks even. Ground mist had covered the pathways and gravestones in an ethereal shroud, lit by the soft muted light of the moon making it seem as if the whole world was slowly floating away. Yet it was not enough to lessen His dispassion. He had to piss and for an instance He even thought to defile Edith Hawser, 1867 ~ 1913, but smirking, decided that perhaps watering a tree was in better taste.
Now as a steady stream issued out of His cock, footsteps! He was sure of it. Clamping His scrotum together stopping the stream mid-flow, He slowly pushed His member back into His jeans and silently buttoned up, thankful He wasn't wearing the one with the zippered front.
Barely noticing the trickle of piss that ran down His inner thigh to nestle against the back of His knee, He crouched down and watched as the figure approached. She was tall, nearly as tall as He, measured gait and a straight back spoke of high-society and perhaps nobleness. There was also no trace of fear in her walk, self-assurance and a quiet arrogance. Her hair, a dark mane that billowed outward, full breasts that bounced softly with every step, she was a beauty indeed and He growled-a low bestial rumble as His bright red tongue flicked out to wet His lips. Suddenly, His night had improved with every gracious step of those black high-heeled boots. He grinned, His heart thudding in His chest, breathing short and shallow. He cursed Himself for not completely relieving Himself as the urge to piss again suddenly filled his loins. But He will wait for another moment. He licked His lips again, running the back of His hand across His mouth.
"Come to me sweet heart", He whispered, His voice hissing snake-like, raspy with visions of what she would do to satisfy His demonic lust. A serpentine lust that no mortal had yet to quench...

Tantalizing Tribulations

2008-08-31T06:47:00.000-07:00

" One is never so dangerous when one has no shame, than when one has grown too old to blush."

Storm had ended, the night ripped open painfully dark, the moon tore through the black set night like shredded velvet, the black wispy tendrils caressed the full face of the yellow moon. A faint echoing down the bare city street, a clicking of metallic boot heels against the pavement, down the middle of the road she walked. A stray faint arcing of blue as the steel tipped heels found a pebble in the pavement. Attired in a full black leather trench coat, billowing out behind her as her gait was swift and even, hands balled to fists shoved in the front pockets. Damp curling red hair hung in tangled wayward waves down her back. She was walking home, the buses stopped an hour ago, and well a cab would not be caught dead here in this part of town. To her left the Cemetery came to view, all around her silence not even a rat or alley cat. An odd eerie illuminescent glow game over her, each time she passed under the street lamps that lined the road. Her only source of light as she left the road and turned into the Cemetery, taking the short-cut home, would cut off at least thirty minutes off her walking time. Into the Cemetery she traversed, without really a second thought pushing open the rusted wrought iron gates. Now her boot heels clicked and echoed the Sanctuary of the Cemetery, she had no fear of waking anyone up here, everyone was dead asleep. She snickered and disappeared into the darkness, the low laying mist grabbed and snatched around her booted feet as she went down the narrow lane......

Coffee? Tea? Or Me?

2008-08-20T06:30:00.001-07:00

"Not yet!", is her muffled reply.He snarls at her words. His mood darkened by the effects of last nights revelry and not enough sleep. It was a simple request to His First to make coffee this morning, but she has decided that she will be stubborn, perhaps her way of teasing Him or even testing her limits. Either way, He is not pleased with the response he hears from beneath the covers to His left.He rolls over, pulling the duvet off her form as she is curled up inside, a slight smile on her face. He growls, slides His fingers along the back of her scalp and closes His hand into a fist. "Oweee!", is the instant response as she draws a hissed breath between her teeth, her body stiffening, her eyes blinking in shock. He tugs on her hair, hauling her head up as He sits up in the bed and straddles her. Her eyes wide open now she locks onto His face as her hand comes up to grasp His wrist."Don't you dare touch me!" He snarls and she releases her hold on Him. "Please stop My Master", she implores softly, but it is too late now. His eyes travel down to her exposed breasts to the two caustic red scratches, puckered with dried blood, marring her perfect skin and He remembers vividly the way she screamed as His nails bit into her flesh, bright red bubbles instantly following in it's wake. How he had bent down to lick, the acrid iron flavour with it's salty residue coating His tongue as He smeared the blood over her breasts with His mouth and then clamped His lips against hers, sharing the extract of her life with His woman.Now, as he sits across her waist, His hand tight against her scalp, he runs a finger down one scratch smirking as she bucks beneath Him. He raises His hand and in an instant, brings it down sharply across her breast, the knuckles slashing painfully across her already hardened nipples. Underneath Him her body jerks and thrashes as she screams once again, the pain from His actions searing into her like a bolt of lightening and tears well up in her bright green eyes. Her breasts bounce hard and a pink streak flushes across the alabaster skin like paint thrown onto a canvas. Tears run down the side of her face now as she whimpers and He releases her hair, leans over and licks the rivulets, nuzzling against her hot cheek. She brings her hands to wrap around the back of His head holding Him tightly to her, her soft breasts pushed into His chest as she cries against the side if His neck."Shh...", He whispers into her ear, soothing her, calming her. "I love you My Precious, with all that I am""And I love My Master, with all that I am", her cries subsiding as He strokes her hair, kisses her soft lips, runs the back of His fingers across her cheek.
"I will make coffee now Beloved"

Even where his lustful eye or savage heart

2008-08-13T04:42:00.000-07:00

“We burn daylight; here, read, read; perceive how I might be knighted. I shall think the worse of fat men, as long as I have an eye to make difference of men's liking: and yet he would not swear; praised women's modesty; and gave such orderly and well-behaved reproof to all uncomeliness, that I would have sworn his disposition would have gone to the truth of his words; but they do no more adhere and keep place together than the Hundredth Psalm to the tune of “Green Sleeves.” What tempest, I trow, threw this whale, with so many tuns of oil in his belly, ashore at Windsor? How shall I be revenged on him?I think the best way were to entertain him with hope, till the wicked fire of lust have melted him in his own grease. Did you ever hear the like?”

Because of my blindfold, I cannot see them, I do not even know who they are and will never know. I just can feel them rustling slowly around me. How many are they? How many men? Are there any women? They do not speak; I just can sense their presence when they hide from time to time as the faint light filters through my blindfold. I feel hot, so hot and offered to their lust, to their sexual desires, ready to surrender, ready to give them my whole body, ready to let them touch me, ready to…

I know that soon their hands will strip me, will bare me naked, that I will be fully naked in front of them except my blindfold. I crave that moment; I crave their hands touching my skin, their mouths kissing my breasts, their tongues licking…

I imagine their hands caressing my silky secret places, their mouths sucking on my aching nipples, their teeth biting me tenderly…

I crave their hands, I crave their mouths and I crave their teeth.

I know I am safe, I know that they will not do anything I do not want to. But do I know my own limits? I feel so aroused, so ready to give them all they will ask for without any restrictions...

They begin to undress me. Their fingers touching me through my blouse' sheer material makes me shiver, makes me moan. The first top button is undone and a delicate finger gently slides along my neck, the second button now and the same finger is sliding slowly into my cleavage, the third button and… a feathered kiss lands softly between my offered breasts, my nipples harden at the delicious lips' touch, waiting to be squeezed, begging to be squeezed and sucked.

Slowly I feel my blouse' sheer material sliding smoothly caressing my shoulders, then my arms and my back. I can now sense the fresh air on my bared skin. I shudder with pleasure.

Hands are caressing my breasts through my lacy bra while a mouth is kissing, biting the nape of my neck, I feel other hands on my buttocks, touching them, pressing them, caressing them. I beg them to take off my skirt. They obey me and my short skirt is now sliding down along my thighs. It fell down on my feet.

Satin hands caress my shoulders, my neck, and my upper thighs. More rude hands are pressing on my breasts, pinching my nipples through my lace sheer bra. Other hands caress my thighs, my legs, my ankles and my feet. My whole body is covered, surrounded with pressing hands and mouths.

I moan. I arch my whole body, crushing it against all these so erotic and welcoming hands, against all these hot warm smooth and arousing hands.One after one, my bra's straps are slide down from my shoulders. Mouths kiss my bare back; tongues lick my cleavage while others cover my shoulders.

My bra is gone; my breasts are free for a second before being covered again with hands, avid mouths and licking tongues.

My nipples beg for love, they are fully erect and hard, they beg for their mouths and fingers, they beg to be squeezed, to be sucked, to be bitten…

Other hands are sliding down my now fully wet panties. Except the blindfold and my high stiletto red shoes, I am fully naked and now offered without any protection to their intense craving lust.
They take my hand, we walk a little and I climb on something like a stage. Yes, it must be a stage, the light is brighter through the blindfold and I can feel the warmth of big spotlights on my naked skin.

I stand nude on the stage with rustlings surrounding me while their hands are exploring all of my body, playing with my most secret, intimate and erotic places. A finger slides over my clit, rubbing slickly back and forth. While another prods deep into me, feeling each knuckle pass tightly, wetly into me. A sigh escapes my slightly parted lips, as I clamp down on the probing fingers wanting more.

This is too much, this is too erotic, is it wrong to want it? To want more? To crave more of the obscene? I cannot afford more and just with their arousing touches I come wildly, wave after wave, cuming on their hands, screaming with pleasure. Their hands, their loving hands now wet with my juices, are gliding along my nude offered body, I would like to press my skin against theirs, I would like to press my aching breasts against male's chests. But I can only feel hands and mouths against surrounding me.

Their tongues are licking me all over, licking my skin, licking my juices. All of my body is burning; my skin, my sex, my mind are on fire.

"Please take me, take me right here, please take me now, I need your sex, not only your hands and tongues, I need a huge, smooth long and hard sex to plunge deeply into my pussy, to thrust and beat in rhythm with my desire, please…"

They do not answer, they are not supposed to in this sex club-Silence is the Golden Rule which may never be broken.

No one seems to be ready to please me. I beg them to take me but there is still no answer.
I am not allowed to do it but I try from my darkness to find, to catch a sex, a male hard sex to fulfil my craving and unsatisfied desires.

Suddenly I catch one in my hands, not so hard, not hard enough. I pump on it, I take it to my lips and I lick it eagerly. My tongue swirls around the tip dancing over the bitter salty taste. I want it. I want is shoved into my cunt with such a force it would split me in two. My hands stroke his balls, fingering them lightly as my lips, my mouth savours the hard cock in my mouth. It is now throbbing-fully hard and erect now, so smooth, so desirable. I press it between my fingers, I eat it and I bite it, drool over it like a fiend.

"Hey Honey, what's happening?"

I open my eyes. Derrick is in front of me, half awakened but with a huge smile on his lips, looking with pleasure at my hands and mouth circling his sex.

I am in my bed with my man.

I do not understand.

What was it? The dream? Again?

Damn! What a dream! I still can feel all these hands and mouths caressing and kissing me all over my naked body and I can still feel the wetness between my legs.

I answer Derrick, blushing: "I… I had a dream, an… erotic dream."

But Derrick is not a dream and my caresses have fully aroused him. He does not ask for any further explanations, he just takes me between his arms and I surrender to him with huge pleasure all night long and let him do things to me I have never done before. The door crept open now, the light flickers beyond. "May I have more please?"...............................................

What a dream, what a night, what a great darken pleasured filled night!

Then with a passion would I shake the world

2008-08-05T11:37:00.000-07:00

"You have simply misused our sex in your love-prate: we must have your doublet and hose plucked over your head, and show the world what the bird hath done to her own nest."

Knowing Love, I will allow all things to come and go, to be as supple as the wind, and take everything that comes with great courage...My heart is as open as the sky. What lies behind us, and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us. True is the word of your eyes. Beauty is the beating of your heart. Love is the smile on your face. Desire is the touch of your hand. To wish is to wish for you. To sleep is to dream of you. To live is to wait for you. To smile is to think of you. And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make.I only wish to be the fountain of love, from which you drink, every drop promising eternal passion. Inside my skin, there is this place, it twists and turns, it bleeds and aches. Inside my hollow heart there's an empty room, it's waiting for lightning. It's waiting for you. And I am wanting, And I am needing you here. Inside the absence of fear.

The collars of the moonshine's watery beams

2008-07-28T07:01:00.001-07:00

Aye, while you live, draw your neck out o' the collar. IT was a lording's daughter, the fairest one of three, that liked of her master as well as well might be, till looking on an Englishman, the fair'st that eye could see, Her fancy fell a-turning.
The expense of spirit in a waste of shame. Is lust in action; and till action, lust. Is perjured, murderous, bloody, full of blame, savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust, enjoy'd no sooner but despised straight, past reason hunted, and no sooner had. Past reason hated, as a swallow'd bait. On purpose laid to make the taker mad; mad in pursuit and in possession so; had, having, and in quest to have, extreme; a bliss in proof, and proved, a very woe; before, a joy proposed; behind, a dream. All this the world well knows; yet none knows well to shun the heaven that leads men to this hell.
To be collared or to give over as a Slave submitting everything chattle, soul and body. I chose the latter of these, the collar only there as a set reminder as to who owns me. All of me. He is allowed to "...help Himself.." to quote Him as He sees fit. I relish to complete His whims, desires and cravings. "...is this wrong?" I have asked myself this. I have come to the delving conclusion that no, t'is not. I am treated with the upmost of respect, honour and love. So why would I opt for anything else but. I worship the ground He walks on fully, truly and madly. If He so requests that I lay spread upon the bed aching for His attention, no matter what it be. A gentle kiss, caress; or even a tweaking pinch or the harsh slap of the belt. I have never felt so completed as I serve that of my Master, my Love...My One....

Possession..

2008-07-21T07:16:00.000-07:00

I have writ my letters, casketed my treasure, Given order for our horses; and to-night, When I should take possession of the bride, End ere I do begin. Here she stands; Take but possession of her with a touch: I dare thee but to breathe upon my love.

To give freely ones body, soul, heart and mind. To kneel at His feet giving Him everything. She agreed to be His for a life time bound by ties deeper then most would feel in ten life times. Her pain, her joy; He is it all, Master of her domain.
"The Devil made me do it."

Vacation From Vocation

2008-07-15T04:43:00.000-07:00

A man falls in love through his eyes, a woman through her ears.
Woman was taken out of man; not out of his head to top him, nor out of his feet to be trampled underfoot; but out of his side to be equal to him, under his arm to be protected, and near his heart to be loved. I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. I love you not only for what you have made of yourself, but for what you are making of me. I love you for the part of me that you bring out.

I love you, Not only for what you are ,But for what I am. When I am with you. I love you, Not only for what, you have made of yourself, but for what you are making of me. I love you. For the part of me that you bring out; I love you. For putting your hand Into my heaped-up heart. And passing over all the foolish, weak things that you can’t help. Dimly seeing there, and for drawing out into the light. All the beautiful belongings that no one else had looked. Quite far enough to find. I love you because you are helping me to make of the lumber of my life. Not a tavern but a temple; out of the works of my every day. Not a reproach but a song. I love you because you have done more than any creed could have done. To make me good and more than any fate could have done to make me happy. You have done it without a touch, without a word, without a sign. You have done it by being yourself. Perhaps that is what being a Master means,After all...

Than gilt his trophy: the breasts of hecuba

2008-07-10T04:59:00.000-07:00

"The woman who appeals to a man's vanity may stimulate him, the woman who appeals to his heart may attract him, but it is the woman who appeals to his imagination who gets him”

A lot of guys think the larger a woman's breasts are, the less intelligent she is. I don't think it works like that. I think it's the opposite. I think the larger a woman's breasts are, the less intelligent men become. I think the quality of sexiness comes from within. It is something that is in you or it isn't and it really doesn't have much to do with breasts or thighs or the pout of your lips. A woman's dress should be like a barbed-wire fence: serving its purpose without obstructing the view.

I'll devise thee brave punishments for her

2008-07-08T07:40:00.000-07:00

"The holder of authority is like the rider of a lion - he is envied of his position but he well knows his position."

How odd that things transpire before your eyes-my previous blog was a reflection of my mood, not becoming to that of a slave I have a bit of an attitude and a mouth at times. It seemed my words were also that of my mood. I was very defiant and well I acted out for the most part of the day “..your rather demanding.” Comes to mind I hear it oft. Master was at home yesterday and I puttered around with my usual domestic chores. I was in a great mood and hummed while I went about. But every answer that came out was spent with 'attitude'. I had been warned several times that day to watch my mouth, demands are not tolerated. Hmmm. Trouble with authority comes quickly to mind. So t'would seem I mouthed him off with small snippets of sarcasm. My ass was repeatedly slapped for the transgressions; even by dinner time the wooden spoon had come out, me attired in a peacock flaming long flowing skirt, the sharp smacks by the spoon stung something fierce, but I alas wanted more. Craved more!
“..such a slut you are. Whose slut are you?” He growled with her pinned to the kitchen wall.
Her curt and tartly reply got her a slap across the right cheek for her vailent efforts. “..I belong to my Master, I am his slut...” A girlish giggle as she squirms.
“..not good enough.” He growled.
He bent her over as he turned her around pushing her head to the wall, her check pressed hard against it. He tugged up her skirt exposing her legs, a slight golden bronze now that summer was half past. He raked his fingernails over the backs of her thighs leaving an angry tainted welted trail. Her ass pushed up, his left hand pushing at her lower back her slit exposed to him, he took two fingers from his right hand and pushed them into the deep dark wet folds. His thumb ran over her clit poking freely out from the soft pink hood. He grunted as he lift and brought down his left hand over the fine white curve of her pert ass. The sharp crack sound reverberated through the large kitchen, once, twice-three times his hand came down. As her exclaimed shock and reap of pain echoed too in the kitchen.
“..you make too much noise.” He said in a low warning whisper.
Her growling defiant grunt came out before she could think about it. This agrivated him even more as he growled, leaned over and bit her on the neck with his teeth twisting her soft flesh between them. This brought a fight upon his hands as his head ducked down, and started on the sensitive side of her body and he showed no mercy, just raw heated lust. The more she fought, the more strength he pushed on her bending her to his will. His teeth nipped sharply there twice before he shoved her roughly against the wall, a picture fell off the wall shattering on the floor near them to the left. Grappling her wrists in his right hand, his left fumbled and dropped his pants, stroking his cock which already throbbed to life with her defiant actions.
“..No noise...”
He pushed forward with his hard cock, the tip finding its mark but not going in, struggle to gain entrance to the tight opening. He heard her whimper as she knew what was coming next. He released the grip on his cock and brought it down hard against the right cheek of her ass, he did not stop till it glowed an angry red hue. Her body writhed against the wall, squirming. He knew she was crying he could hear her murming mewing, and the sniffles of suffering. Good. He felt better.
“..open up you bitch...”
She cried harder now and he thrust forward, invading her, as her body contorted against the wall-he impaled her there. Pushing harder into her almost to the point of bouncing her body against the wall, her breasts mashed hard against the cool surface with each pounding embrace. One hand on her shoulder, fingers digging in like daggers, the other a vice like grip on her breast, nipple pinched tightly between his fingers.
But he was not going to give her the full satisfaction. That was his way as well. Restraint, calm and always in control, no matter the situation. He yanked his soaked member from her. And that was it, he would give her no more, that was her punishment-part of it. The rest would come at bed time later this evening, where he would release his pent up frustration. He bent over and pulled up his pants.
“..go make yourself useful. Make me some tea.”
He walked back to the table leaving her there, assunder, skirt hiked up, her hair dis-shelved and her body quivering, with a want so bad she would almost kill for him to take her again. Already the bruises on her sides from his bites appeared like badges of courage. Her ass it was a dark red but fading, she wanted more. The scratches tiny thin trails of his brutal anticipation. Was this wrong that she wanted more, loved him more after everytime?

Your pleasure was my mere offence, my punishment

2008-07-07T08:39:00.000-07:00

Here I sit on a living room chair. Wishing my bottom didn't have to be there. Punished and lonely I'm typing this now. He says I behaved like an ornery cow. Ouchie and sore each shuffle does sting My Master is good at this spanking thing. Spanking his First when she gets out of line. He says in a day my butt will be fine for now on this cushion there is no relief. My goodness my Master is testy today. He took it as rude instead of as play. So now my bruised bottom knows how he felt if I'm not careful he says more will be dealt. Nobody loves me my cheeks cry from low I tell them be thankful you're not out on show. Yes sitting is better than bare on display but best would be starting over this day. The spanking is done the check has been paid. My snotty mouth danced and partied and played So here I lay, here sadly, itchy and sore. My Master's palm has settled the score...

The Genesis {Part 3 of 3}

2008-07-07T05:25:00.000-07:00

Days rushed by a flicker of blurred images. Near the end of the visit she took him to the huge fair to meet her Mother and aunt. Meet the man that now possessed her daughter fully-the night before he wrapped black silk ribbon around her neck as her temporary leash; her showing that she did know and understand that this was no game at that she was his, body, mind and soul. He came off as the perfect gentleman, the finesse, the stunning personality and how well they worked together, sat together, lived together. Mother was intrigued by him as was her aunt. They both could see that there was no hiding it, eyes would meet, a smoldering flare, for every fire is started with but the simplest of sparks.
Walking around the busy mid-way run he finds the urge to grab her breast and tweak it roughly. He had many thoughts tantalizing his thoughts. He remembered fingering her last night; bent over her body like a fiend he devoured her, licking, biting. A low heated growl came to life from the back of his throat.
She felt the sharp pain of his fingernails into the soft flesh side of her breast-she went braless just because she knew he liked it and she was enjoying teasing him in public. Her nipple hardened under the rough public grope. Turning her head into his shoulder she whimpered softly. And he answered with a grunt of glory quiet and low near her ear. She relished his attention basking in the pain, her face buried into the nape of his neck. Meanwhile the Mid-way was overrun with people.
He felt her shiver in his arms she could not scream out; but she could have-he knew she would not. His groin twitched with life his jeans feeling tightly restricting now all of a sudden. He enjoyed being able to mar her, fondle or grope her; this was something he could get used to. How he wanted to feel her lips around his cock and his hands around her pale alabaster throat. He had a sudden urge to toy with his'Pet', the “Animal Barn” was just a few hundred feet away.
She felt his arm go around her as he led her towards the barn, the wild gamey smell assulted her nostrils. It only took a few moments to know where she was being led too, the back of the Show Building. He shoved her up against the cold stone brick wall, straw strewn at their feet-he took no time in shoving his right hand up her skirt, void of panties. Without hesitation he pushed rough one finger and then two into her. She felt her knees buckle slightly-shock turned to a mask of pleasure as her head scrolled back and forth against the stone brick wall. Her fingernails scraped down the rough surface.
He was such an arogant prick at times, he watched her gain pleasure at his fingering, a few soft grunts as he pushed his fingers all the way in wiggling them against the inner walls of her cunt feeling the stickiness run between his fingers.
“..such a good girl aren't you precious?” He said more as a statement then a question.
Withdrawing roughly from her wet hole, not giving her the satisfaction of release, leaving her still pent up he gave her a slight push away from him. Licking his fingers he grinned most pleased with himself, like the cat that ate the Canary type look.
“...clean yourself up woman, pulled down that skirt you look like such a slut.” The smirk that played on his lips followed by him turning on his heels to leave her there prevoked action in her.
She adjusted the black skirt, tugging it down, her thighs sticky and slick she could feel it as she almost ran to him while fixing her hair smoothing back the roughness. Unfullfilled on the fact that she wanted to suck on his cock, but was denied this-she found out as they went along that his pleasure was her pleasure. The sounds he would make, the actions he would create as she sucked on his cock, her tongue dancing over the moise tip. She wrapped her arm in his, the pout present deeply marking her displeasure in the whole affair-but alas wanting him more, knowing there was only one more day left to this exploration, and the fullfillment of her dream-her one request.
She would do anything for him, of this she knew, her body craved him. A roaring hunger was thriving to life as the fountain of her desire spilt freely for him now. He would be gone shortly returning home, leaving her behind. She would follow him anywhere. She would give him all of her. She would start a new life, the one she has always wanted....

Satan, avoid! I charge thee, tempt me not

2008-07-02T09:33:00.000-07:00

The good people sleep much better at night than the bad people. Of course the bad people enjoy the waking hours much more. Destruction, hence, like creation, is one of Nature's mandates. Evil is a moral entity and not a created one, an eternal and not a perishable entity: it existed before the world; it constituted the monstrous, the execrable being who was also to fashion such a hideous world. It will hence exist after the creatures which people this world. Wolves which batten upon lambs, lambs consumed by wolves, the strong who immolate the weak, the weak victims of the strong: there you have Nature, there you have her intentions, there you have her scheme: a perpetual action and reaction, a host of vices, a host of virtues, in one word, a perfect equilibrium resulting from the equality of good and evil on earth.....

The Genesis {Part 2 of 3}

2008-07-02T09:18:00.000-07:00

"By spherical predominance; drunkards, liars, and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on: an admirable evasion of whoremaster man to lay his goatish disposition to the charge of a star!"

She would never forget the forging lust in his dark eyes, the way he looked at her, and all her will would crumble as she would bow down and submit with but the simplest of glances. His growl deep and stern as she knew she had awaken something that had been slumbering just awaiting to be brought forth. The first time he tangled her hair in his hand, her sca lp cried out in stinging pain, as he drew her head closer to his cock so just that of the tip of her tongue danced on the already wet tip. She would look up at him with adoring eyes as she enveloped the tip into her hot wet mouth tasting him freely the saltly bitter sweetness of his arousal. He could twist and contort her body on the Hotel bed with but a grunt, no words were needed.
The third night she stayed till dawn the next day in the Hotel. This night he bared free and let the beast within reign, following what he had always wanted. To be in total control. The first time he slapped her her eyes were wide at first with sudden shock as her left cheek stung. And he struck her again the sharp sounding smack floating over the drone of the cheap clock radio. She whimpered but wanted more. Again, was this wrong? He had ripped her jeans and black lace panties off of her pale alabaster legs. Even his claw marks left red welts along the creamy white skin, his hand such a dark contrast against the white. Her heart leapt in fear till he grunted loudly and rather uncermoniously jamming his two fingers into her cunt. Which was wet bearing out her guilt that this drove her heat up and excited her just as much as him.
“..no.....” She whimpered outloud, more so in thinking out loud.
He stopped drumming his fingers in and out of her momentarily still halfways penetrating her wetly. He smirked and reached up, tweaking her nipple roughly-he had alwas wanted to do that. To be able to feel the sponginess under his bare fingers. He did it again, and relished the squeals she made, so he ignored her exposed cunt and went back and forth between each nipple.
“...ahhh..” He exclaimed as he pushed back those two fingers into her wet tight hole, which clearly tried to pushed out his thursting digits.
She squirmed beneath him as he toyed with her, moving her, dragging her, hurting her-testing new boundaries in pain. He tested each finger in her though he ventured three in pushing them deep inside till he felt the walls of her pussy clamp tightly down on them. He drew out scribbles of her juice down her inner thighs. He bit her innter thighs too till tiny red welts blossomed. He had not experienced this but he knew what he wanted. Her. They had both talked about this prior for months so both were ready. To see what would happen and who was exactly taming who.
“..You said you would submit everything all of you. Remember bitch?” He felt the heat rush through his veins as he spoke to her in a voice that was not his own, a lowly deep growl emited from his mouth.
He bent over and bit her nipple he could not resist, and after all she was now his. All of her. He sneered as his teeth clamped down on the soft flesh, her lower back did arc off of the bed as she hissed out her answer to him between clenched teeth.
“YES! Use me as you want.....”There was more, but it was lost in the garbled moan, for the pain brought her a rush of pleasure. “..may I have more please?..” She begged as she felt him crawl atop of her now, straddling her, his cock in hand as he stroked himself, his cock twitching with life he looked down on her and tweaked her nipples roughly till she would buck underneath him.
“..whose your Master? Who gets all of this?..Hmmm..tell me whore who you belong too....” His voice had a razors edge to it as he grunted, her soft voice came back to Him
“..You are....” Came her reply-she was his-she had asked for him.
A loud grunt and he jerked twice as he came, hot spurting all over her exposed breasts. His body jerked again; he rubbed it into her breasts leaving red marks where he roughly had her tender flesh.
Her eyes wide open she watch his cock explode over her tits, hot and sticky she could feel it roll off the round curve of her breast and down her side. She squealed in protest as he squeezed her whole left breast in his hand and gave it a pert wet slap.
“..go clean yourself up woman and have your bath..” As he dismissed her rising off her body and rolled over picking up the remote, ignoring her now.....

The Genesis {Part 1 of 3}

2008-06-26T06:41:00.000-07:00

"The White Rabbit put on his spectacles. 'Where shall I begin, please your Majesty?' he asked. 'Begin at the beginning,' the King said gravely, 'and go on till you come to the end: then stop.'"

It all started with a plea, a wanting and yearning that tugged at my heart till it ached so fiercely it would bring tears to my eyes. And it was not for my husband my heart did quiver so. It was for another. But here's the twisted part, I had not met him yet. But yet I pined for him more and more as the years past by, I grew rebelious and anxious. I was very unhappy but locked into a relationship that stopped spinning happily years ago. Almost eighteen years had passed by, encroaching to forty, but still just over thirty-five and full of vigor and life that lay dorment were now a flame. The time was near, I felt this and sent one last plea out into the universe, to who ever was listening. “....please where is he? I know there is one out there, I can feel it...please, just this one thing....”

And well then it happened. A long story rolled up quickly.Blogging can be a wonderful thing. I came across such a site that made a song sing through me. A collective tone of verse and visual I was intrigued I wanted to know more. So I left a comment lo' to behold he too had be been around my site reading and wondering who or what was at the other end. {Don't we all want to know what is on the otherside?} Soon comments led to IM {Instant Messenger} and we bantered back and forth.I met this voice-well text, his personality reached out and entangled me. I knew even then oddly there was he before me. The more I got to know him; he was so dominant a touch arrogant, but there was a softening in his hard eyes everytime we saw one another as we now ventured face to face over a monitor, thousands of miles away. He came a few months later to visit. I was so sure I was frightened after all I was still legally married at this time. I paced awaiting him, my life was opening doors so fast. Did I want a Master? Yes. Did I want to be a man's prized possession? Yes. Was this really him, he that I would call Master for the rest of my days? Yes. And I had not even touched him. Though he touched me I swear each night I felt his hand, fingers probing between my legs fingering me with soft quiet slurping noises. Or was it my own hands, fingers rubbing and poking giving me a hot dream? Of this I will never know-nor will I question that. I held my breath as my eyes scanned the crowd disembarking the plane. I knew him at first sight. His eyes, dark brown but oddly with a pale ice blue ring, rather eerie and erotic. He had but to look at me there from the luggage carrier, and I was wet instantly as a familair hand caressed my inner thighs. A soft mewing sigh escaped my lips. I swooned indeed and went weak as his arms went around me, crushing my breasts roughly against his chest. At first sight at the Airport, I thought I would be sick I was so scared but tingled with pent up knowing 'things'.
He stayed in a near-by hotel, I drove us there. We talked like we had known each other for years, I was at ease instantly. And he had such a great ass. He asked me to come up to the room and without thinking that is exactly what I did, The room was small but clean as I sat down on one of the lame coloured chairs and watched him. Way do the men always flop on the bed first? I snicker softly to myself and calmly stand and sit on the righ hand edge of the bed. I wore jeans and a loose fitting grey silky blouse,

“Comfortable? Hmmm” My voice drones softly

His laughter sent chills down my spine, as I grin. “..lie back and I will give you a massage, that flight was a long one.” All spoken with the purest of intentions of course,

He does as required an rolls over onto his stomach as I straddle him giggles softly, my hair tickles against his arm I feel him shiver beneath me. He likes long hair it was clearly apparent for he seemed preoccupied with it; touching it constantly.

My cold hands slip up cooly against his hot skin, as it is August here and the heat rages outside; the AC brung a fine shiver of goose bumps, nipples hardening instantly to the cold chill in the room. I hear him sigh as his body seemed to relax almost instantly as my fingers dug into his flesh. A flash of thought of being daring-do something I would not normally do but felt so natural. I lifted my top, his own dark t-shirt pushed up his back. I leaned over and touched my erect nipples down against the feverished flesh of his back. With an evil grin I felt his body stiffen as he was very wide awake now. I giggled rather innocently tugging my shirt down I nuzzled up against his back. I cleared my throat and huskily spoke into his ear “....well that was totally unexpected, now wasn't it?”

He gave a chuckle and smirked ”..a finehowdoyoudo....”

He leaned up and kissed her his hand twisted in the long mane of coppery tresses of her hair-he had been wanting to do that since seeing her at the Airport. It felt just as silky as he thought, giving is sharp hard tug. He listened to her whimper and his cock grew hard-flinching in his jeans. The beast within him, was awakening, one eye open and the toothy maw twitched with life.

She knew why she had come, he was the one that was going to 'own' her, she was going to pledge herself wholy to him and him alone. She yearned to be his possession nothing else would please her. It seemed as he kissed her she felt herself willing to submit to anything he wanted. She whimpered as he tugged her hair, she wanted more of this. Was ths wrong. she thought. Her eyes to his face meandering over the features, this was he that haunted her dreams, pulled her heart towards him, his lair, his life, his being. He would be the one that would collar her, stand over her, and try to tame her, quell that rebelious nature in her, the fire bred in redheads, with a full Irish backbone. The Taming of Calisto shall begin at the start.

What was that? Assphinkter say what?

2008-06-25T06:48:00.000-07:00

AMAZINGLY SIMPLE HOME REMEDIES

1. If you are choking on an ice cube, don't panic. Simply pour a cup of boiling water down your throat and presto. The blockage will be almost instantly removed.

2. Clumsy? Avoid cutting yourself while slicing vegetables by getting someone else to hold them while you chop away.

3. Avoid arguments with the little woman about lifting the toilet seat by simply using the sink.

4. For high blood pressure sufferers: simply cut yourself and bleed for a few minutes, thus reducing the pressure in your veins. Remember to use a timer.

5. A mouse trap, placed on top of your alarm clock, will prevent you from rolling over and going back to sleep after you hit the snooze button.

6. If you have a bad cough, take a large dose of laxatives, then you will be afraid to cough.

7. Have a bad toothache? Smash your thumb with a hammer and you will forget about the toothache.

Sometimes, we just need to remember what the rules of life really are:

You only need two tools: WD-40 and Duct Tape.

If it doesn't move and should, use the WD-40.

If it shouldn't move and does, use the duct tape.

Remember: Everyone seems normal until you get to know them. Never pass up an opportunity to go to the bathroom. If you woke up breathing, congratulations! You get another chance. And finally, be really nice to your family and friends; you never know when you might need them to empty your bedpan.

To his concupiscible intemperate lust

2008-06-24T11:21:00.000-07:00

Galatians 5:17 For THE FLESH LUSTETH against the Spirit, and the Spirit against the flesh: and these are contrary the one to the other: so that ye cannot do the things that ye would.
INCUBUS - A spirit or demon thought in medieval times to lie on sleeping persons, especially women, with whom it sought sexual intercourse.
SUCCUBUS - In folklore, a female demon thought to have sexual intercourse with sleeping men.

The demon MARE: Works with the Incubus and Succubus demons. This demon is alleged to cause dreams of sexual content coupled with those evil spirits. MARE: The supposed demon which, during the night, sits on the chest and causes feelings of suffocation and choking. Causing a feeling of being paralyzed and that the weight is crushing the breath out of a person. He who fights with monsters might take care lest he thereby become a monster. And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.

And well there is even a website devoted to such with a religion in view. Twisted perhaps, truth to the words? I let you decide if there are Demons that ravage us. The imagination is the spur of delights... all depends upon it, it is the mainspring of everything; now, is it not by means of the imagination one knows joy? Is it not of the imagination that the sharpest pleasures arise?

http://www.jesus-is-lord.com/incubus.htm

Take time to pause; and, by the nest new moon

2008-06-23T08:20:00.000-07:00

Speaking generally, punishment hardens and numbs, it produces obstinacy, it sharpens the sense of alienation and strengthens the power of resistance. Believe me, the secret of the greatest fruitfulness and the greatest enjoyment of existence is: to live dangerously. Daring ideas are like chessmen moved forward; they may be beaten, but they may start a winning game.

Crack the glass of her virginity, and make the rest malleable {Part 3 of 3}

2008-06-23T06:53:00.000-07:00

"Here am I: at one stroke incestuous, adulteress, sodomite, and all that in a girl who only lost her maidenhead today! What progress, my friends... with what rapidity I advance along the thorny road of vice." Marquis de Sade

The soft velvety textures of the tongues lightly scratched at Constance's skin, probing the roundness of each breast, flickering and suckling the hardened points. Hands groped and held her legs apart as gentle fingers probed her cunt, into the gentle curved canyon of her buttocks. A few brave nips along the inside of her thighs came from some of the over zealous woman-Constance; her lower back arching off the roughly hewn stone beneath her. Her breath in short gasps as two mysterious fingers penetrated, her inner walls clinging tightly to the invading digits. Her hips rolling back and forth rythmatically.
The sight of all these women naked submissive to his desires was the successful creation of the man who called himself Father Khrisnas and his dark perverted almost sinister beliefs.. The sect was only made of women apart from him and, in less than six months, he succeeded to attract to him more than thirty girls, the eldest of them just twenty five years old. He had to bark out an order and it was done without question. He watched the women at his feet groping, licking Constance's seed ladden body; he reached out for one of the girls his hand snaring around her hair, tugging roughly he brought her lips the wrinkled moist tip. She knew what to do as her tongue snaked out and daintly darted over it. He was aroused often and the need was always seen to by some eager one.
Constance was paralyzed, the hot wet tongues that bathed her, had made her a wet quivering mass for all she could do to breath was moan out incoherantly out into the night. There were times they scratched feverishly at her pale flesh now soiled in the churned up dirt, leaves drifted through the many hued locks of hair of each woman. Constance's body contorted almost with sheer violence uncontrolably each liquid orgasm over threw her, her fingernails cracked and splintered clawing at the stone alter beneath her.Everything a blurr of sensation and colour; a woman was kissing her, their tongues entwined leaving Constance breathless. Above her splayed out body, the wind picked up and the clouds ran in a crazed wickedly fast pattern.Her nipples a dark angry red purple as one of the women flicked it harder, Constance was sure she was to pass out from the pain. A roll of thunder rocked out over head and the then the sharp ringing stings of large pellets of rain struck down upon the naked pact. The rain was ice cold against her hot body, cooling the fevered skin Constance's eyes opened and she shivered, there was no one there but herself sprawled naked on the hard earth her own hand two fingers shoved deep into herself, thrusting with a will all of their own. The last climax over took her with a deep shuddering wave, her grunt loud. Her head swam, her body ached, she was scratched and sore. Constance was disorientated and confused. Was it really just a dream or something else all together?

Lust is but a bloody fire

2008-06-18T06:08:00.000-07:00

I've already told you: the only way to a woman's heart is along the path of torment. I know none other as sure. In order to know virtue, we must first acquaint ourselves with vice. There is no more lively sensation than that of pain; its impressions are certain and dependable, they never deceive as may those of the pleasure women perpetually feign and almost never experience. Miserable creatures, thrown for a moment on the surface of this little pile of mud, is it decreed that one half of the flock should be the persecutor of the other? Is it for you, mankind, to pronounce on what is good and what is evil?
Lust's passion will be served; it demands, it militates, it tyrannizes. Woman's destiny is to be wanton, like the bitch, the she-wolf; she must belong to all who claim her. Any punishment that does not correct, that can merely rouse rebellion in whoever has to endure it, is a piece of gratuitous infamy which makes those who impose it more guilty in the eyes of humanity, good sense and reason, nay a hundred times more guilty than the victim on whom the punishment is inflicted.
Behold, my love, behold all that I simultaneously do: scandal, seduction, bad example, incest, adultery, sodomy! Oh, Satan! one and unique God of my soul, inspire thou in me something yet more, present further perversions to my smoking heart, and then shalt thou see how I shall plunge myself into them all! In libertinage, nothing is frightful, because everything libertinage suggests is also a natural inspiration; the most extraordinary, the most bizarre acts, those which most arrantly seem to conflict with every law, every human institution... even those that are not frightful, and there is not one amongst them all that cannot be demonstrated within the boundaries of nature.

Crack the glass of her viginity, and make the rest malleable {Part 2 of 3}

2008-06-17T07:38:00.000-07:00

"Yes, I want it." She replied openly.
"Then open wide all your Chakras, Angel of the Pink Crystal, spread your legs openly baring your fevered cunt, free yourself and welcome the life in your womb, open your body and your heart to the Cosmic Energy, commune with her, let her rush into you, let her penetrate you and let her flood you."
Constance quivered with anticipation, she had not known a man. His fingers dabbled over the hood of her clit, probing and stroking it. He inserted one finger into her tight hole letting the inner walls cling to it-he then insert another pushing them all the way into the dark nether regions, letting her wetness soak his fingrs. She was an eager one as he felt her clamp tightly against now the third digit spreading her wide open. He thrust in and out of her wet hole, giving her her first inklings of what pleasure would soon come. She moaned softly lamb like she mewed as her hips bucked wanting more of him. And when she let him penetrate her without any resistance, there was a sharp stoking pain that waved through her belly and then through her body as her maidenhead tore free a splintering of thin flesh that once guarded her girlhood was now cracked and shattered like glass, each stroke was like a passing shard of glass etched with fine lines of pleasure-wroughting the fine line betwixt pleasure and pain. She screamed out as she felt hot trickles drip from her, what she would later see as blood. His cock was large and bulky for a few strokes into her cunt, she squirmed and began to cry now as he pushed him self fully into her. His hands groping roughly her breasts, painfully tweaking her nipples till they were bruised and swollen. But what she had smoked before the initiation was probably helping it, she was feeling herself floating like in a dream and she brought her dirty feet up, bended slightly at the knees wanting more of him and the hard shaft he had buried into her. A tingling ran now from her belly betwixt with the pain the waved and crested over and over. And when her body shuddered violently she climaxed her slickened inner walls clung to his cock like a offering. A rush spilt from her running down the crack of her fully exposed buttocks she was forbidden to touch him. He grunted and thrust harder and harder into her, reaching out and beyond his to his own climax, his right hand pinched and held the left nipple till a angry purple was displayed.
Father Khrisnas was particularly happy of his new recruit, innocent and superbly shapely, breasts like he loved them to be, legs and thighs that never end, buttocks to dream of, this little Constance was promising to be for him hours of lust and... Cosmic voluptuousness.
The other followers made a circle around them, chanting in rhythm the initiatory words of the merging of beings whilst their guru was thrusting himself on the same rhythm between the tender and offered pussy lips of Constance. At the time he climaxed, he stood up to cover Constance's body with his sacral semen throwing his arms to the sky and invoking the celestial powers. Then he turned to his disciples chanting : "Sisters of the Cosmic Love, come to collect on the body of our Angel of the Pink Crystal, the Energy of the Universe, come to drink of the original source."
The women of the community, clothed only by multi-colour pearls necklaces and flowers in their hair, approached and licked Constance's body to take the pleasures and to feel their guru's primal Energy of the Universe pouring inside of them. Their hot languid tongues licked and sucked at the young girls body, nipples were bitten and one delved her head betwixt Constance`s thighs, her tongue lapping at her hot exposed pink clit. A tangle of arms legs and breasts as they did what they were told.

And thou shalt find that I exceed my sex

2008-06-16T07:31:00.000-07:00

--so is the weaker vessel called which I apprehended with the aforesaid swain,--I keep her as a vessel of the law's fury; and shall, at the least of thy sweet notice, bring her to trial. Thine, in all compliments of devoted and heart-burning heat of duty.

Crack the glass of her virginity, and make the rest malleable {Part 1 of 3}

2008-06-16T06:56:00.000-07:00

Constance was standing in front of a pretentious wood fire in the centre of the magic circle. The young girl was radiant with happiness, she would atleast know what was the real life, the real freedom, she would atleast be able to walk on the path of the spiritual knowledge.
She was eighteen the day before and had immediately left her very conservative parents' house to join the hippy community of the Cosmic Love. The sister of her best friend, who was a member of the community, had told her all about what life was like there, the sexual freedom, the non-taboo, the sharing of hearts and bodies, the abolition of all legal and artificial constraints that society imposed, and one could go back to one's roots and Constance, whose new name would be now Angel of the Pink Crystal would be at least able to free herself from these constraints that were weighing heavily upon her.
The guru of the community, Father Khrisnas, naked except for his thick white snowy beard, had just ended his invocatory dance of the Cosmic powers around the sacral bonfire. He approached Constance and asked her to take off her blouse and her jeans and to throw them into the fire.
"Look at your futile life that is going up in smoke, look how it is pathetic, free yourself, be yourself, show me as you are really, be proud of your body, commune with Nature!"
And Constance so proud to be an adult now, threw also her underwear into the flames and watched them burning, ending her old childhood life. The girl was now feeling a woman, she would soon be the equal of all the others that encircled them. Father Khrisnas approached her and told her to go down on her knees and to take his sacral testicles between her hands, to weigh them, to put them against her cheeks to feel their warmth and smoothness and to kiss them to better feel the source of life. Constance, who never touched a man's testicles before, overran with curiosity and wanted to be accepted into the community, obeyed on all points of the guru. After some minutes, the hands and mouth of Angel of the Pink Crystal had stimulated the guru's cock to rise up as it was necessary for the following part of the initiation ceremony.
"Take now my cock between your hands and bring it to your mouth to taste on it life's vigour. Feel how warm it is, feel the blood beating into it, feel how smooth it is. Drink the nectar of life." The tongue of Constance gathered the first drops of pleasure from the guru Father Khrisnas. Pert and pink her tongue darted out along the head of his cock, as her fingers stroked lightly the pulsating growing shaft. Amazed as her touch made him grow and throb.
The girl was then taken to the river by the other women, naked and bare they all were different shapes and sizes-then to be symbolically immolated on the large stone of the sacrifice. It was a big flat stone on which she lay down on her back, the stone was cold against the warmness of the small of her back. The guru applied then on her breasts and on her cunt a concoction of red fruits whilst reciting sacral words incomprehensible for Constance. She felt the cool sticky juices run betwixt her inner thighs, caressing her inner folds. She loved the new sensations being shown to her, her innocense being lifted like a muslin shroud.
"Angel of the Pink Crystal, are you ready to receive the Cosmic Energy? Do you desire to be the equal of your sisters and to receive the vigour of life into your womb?"

Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower

2008-06-13T10:56:00.001-07:00

In order to know virtue, we must first acquaint ourselves with vice. It is always by way of pain one arrives at pleasure. Lust is to the other passions what the nervous fluid is to life; it supports them all, lends strength to them all ambition, cruelty, avarice, revenge, are all founded on lust.
All universal moral principles are idle fancies. Are not laws dangerous which inhibit the passions? Compare the centuries of anarchy with those of the strongest legalism in any country you like and you will see that it is only when the laws are silent that the greatest actions appear. Destruction, hence, like creation, is one of Nature's mandates.
Nature has not got two voices, you know, one of them condemning all day what the other commands. The imagination is the spur of delights... all depends upon it, it is the mainspring of everything; now, is it not by means of the imagination one knows joy? Is it not of the imagination that the sharpest pleasures arise?

Courtsey of "The Marquis de Sade"

For This day and many more lifetimes..

2008-06-12T05:30:00.001-07:00

"Other women said they have seen angels, But I have seen thee And thou art enough."

I remember as though t'was yesterday, two years have passed and flown over our heads. Like the wind that caresses our world, you caressed mine for months over distance and folly. You showed the way to my salvation, that there is good in the world, if you but ask gently for it. I will never look back on once was, but what is, and what will come. You are my life, the breath of my Life. His happiness is her joy and she would not change this for any bauble, or thing of value. For He is priceless to her. Thank you for being in my life, and showing me the way. I am no longer a little girl lost. Happy Anniversary my One. I love you more today then I did so yesterday.

In this world full of hurt and pain, I need someone who would help me through the rain. To comfort me when Im sad, Doing everything just to make me glad. In this world I need a Brave Knight, Who would never give up any fight. A knight who would dry away my tears, Telling me to overcome my fears. A knight who loves me for who I am inside, With him there's nothing more I need to hide. A person who will still be standing strong, Eventhough everything has gone wrong. I need someone who is willing to give me more, Someone I can call my Knight In Shining Armor.

He once so said that to that of I, "...I am no knight in shining armor." I always knew He was mine, even if He did not know this at that time. I did. And He has yet to disappointment me......

To give each naked curtle-axe a stain

2008-06-11T11:21:00.001-07:00

So the chill hours wear on, and the long suspense is horribly trying to the paleface who has to live through it for the first time; but to the trained hand those ghastly calls and still ghastlier silences are but an intimation of the night marching. Without beauty a girl is unhappy because she has missed her chance to be loved. People do not jeer at her, they are not cruel to her, but it is as if she were invisible, no eyes follow her as she walks. People feel uncomfortable when they are with her. They find it easier to ignore her. A girl who is exceptionally beautiful, on the other hand, who has something which too far surpasses the customary seductive freshness of adolescence, appears somehow unreal. Great beauty seems invariably to portend some tragic fate.
The tragedy of sexual intercourse is the perpetual virginity of the soul. Life without sex might be safer but it would be unbearably dull. It is the sex instinct which makes women seem beautiful, which they are once in a blue moon, and men seem wise and brave, which they never are at all. Throttle it, denaturalize it, take it away, and human existence would be reduced to the prosaic, laborious, boresome, imbecile level of life in an anthill.
And I wanted to cry out at her that I could not put the body apart from the soul, and that the comfort of her body was more than a thing of the flesh, but was also a comfort of the soul, and why it was I could not say, and why it should be, I could not say, but there was in it nothing that was ugly or evil, but only good. But how can one find such words? Of all the various kinds of sexual intercourse, this has the least to recommend it. As an amusement, it is too fleeting; as an occupation, it is too wearing; as a public exhibition, there is no money in it. It is unsuited to the drawing room, and in the most cultured society it has long been banished from the social board. It has at last, in our day of progress and improvement, been degraded to brotherhood with flatulence. Among the best bred, these two arts are now indulged only in private--- though by consent of the whole company, when only males are present, it is still permissible, in good society, to remove the embargo on the fundamental sigh.

'tis torture, and not mercy: heaven is here

2008-06-10T04:36:00.000-07:00

"What does one want when one is engaged in the sexual act? That everything around you give you its utter attention, think only of you, care only for you ... every man wants to be a tyrant when he fornicates."

Up under dress slow languid creep as musky oil from the pouting slit into panties doth seep. Soft touch doth rise up over wet smooth silky thighs midst soft moan and liquid sigh. Damp gusset spread, revealing the bud's pink throbbing headneath tangled hair luxuriant, moist and golden fair. Flesh on flesh raising breaths on breaths, tender fingers the cunt's swollen lips do fold-let the pearly bud feather-like caress, prod, and enter the gaping cleft. Middle fingers drink long and deep, lips furled round that which it longs to keep, inner lips outer lips with prodigious might, cling to the digits jelly fish-like.Fingers thrum, thrust, gyrate and stir, midst squelch, moan and soft purr, the hollow becomes ablaze with swirling light-globes glisten and gleam, golden bright bespeckling the pubes like stars in the night.Fluids gush, spasms tight, passions fires, rippling desires, fanny suck, fingers crush, heaving breaths gasp as lust dissipates and expires.

A bit of curiosity, a trip to the Bastille-Just what is the attraction,and what is the appeal? As I peek about this place, I see You are a Master, so I try a bit to hide, my heart is beating faster. But You spot me in the dark, and this night I am Your slave, not really knowing what You wantor what it is You crave.You take out a length of rope and with it I am tied, as I lay here helplessly as You try to decide.What way that You should teach me, to be a proper slave, how to act and what to do and how I must behave. You are gathering up Your thoughts, the training's not begun, and since I am at Your mercy, You have Yourself some fun. From some secret, hidden place, You bring forth a feather, and as You run it over me, I fight against my tether. You seem to take some pity, for You loosened up the rope, and I feel a little glimmer, a little ray of hope. But the torture isn't over yet, You haven't had enough, my little ray of hope is dashed, when You slap on the cuffs. Face down across Your bended knees, You beat me with the crop, tears streaming down my pleading face, I beg You please to stop. My legs too weak and shaky, I fall down to my knees,and tell my Lord and Master, I'll do anything to please. You take my hands and hold them,while You help me to arise, You stroke my hair and kiss my lips and gently dry my eyes. Other things, like whips and chains, will still come into play, but You won't take and use them, until another day. I know not of the future, or what it is You've planned, I am only here to serve You, in whatever You demand.....

With maiden flowers, that all the world may know

2008-06-06T06:26:00.000-07:00

"In its function, the power to punish is not essentially different from that of curing or educating. Speaking generally, punishment hardens and numbs, it produces obstinacy, it sharpens the sense of alienation and strengthens the power of resistance."

Delved through out time and tide

Through out this dell my love did glide
Beneath a flowery shrub or tree so wide she would linger and hide
Like an angel divine with a face so fine
Turquoise green eyes, ruby lips her ivory skin did jade like shine
As down her neck her red tresses did twine
With gaiting step and a swing of the arms
Gleaming white gloves she displayed her charms
Fiery hair, falling sleeves with an ample flare
High black boots black skirt so short to see her fannies hairs
Curl round and lace the seams of her panties fair.
To a flower she would bend or squat with legs well spread
Sheer white panties clutched pink swollen lips
As her skirt rose up her ample hips
Red tangled fleece would show beneath the shear white crease
Red pubes half hidden by flimsy silk enchant the sylvan sylph
Her fanny one pink flower amongst many a floral bower,
Nestled in red curly silk.
From flower to shrub to herb to myriad things
She would bound around her arms alive like a birds wings
Her blouse a white chiffon of her breast did house
Silver brocade entwined like leaves in a vine
Lacy patterns curling round her breasts divine
As she run hear there up every where
Her titties bounced, jellied mounts, as she did flounce
Around her neck down her back cascaded her crimson red hair
Her tresses red fair fell about and waved in the air
O'er her shoulder it lay unbound
Red curly fleeces did her nipples surround
Turgid pinkish nipples blood red and round
Her titties whiteness matched by the hair that lay upon
Beneath the chiffon they wobbled and shone.
With anguish high dread arose as from my sight my love did hide
I stood as gentle as a lamb then to a shrub did stealthy glide
Peered around and I will tell what struck my eye.
With her skirt hitched up and around her ankles her panties displayed
Into a flower garden, onto her back she laid
Soft fingers spread wide her cunt's lips with her legs well splayed
Soft fingers spread wide her cunt's lips and into the air a silvery stream did spray
Betwixt her cunt's lips a torrent did gush, liquid silver flowed out with a hisss and a rush
Oh what a sight as in the light and to a prodigious height
A rainbow spread wide from her gushing fount twict a hairy mount
A moons crescent a silvery arc streaking the air in the fragrant park
Yellows, blues, reds, sparkled over the flower beds
Multiple hues glisten shimmerly bright
As a shower of liquid light be dewed each flower to her left and right
Liquid crystals pearly bright spread beneath the rainbows light
Covering the flowers in a carpet of fiery light.
A necklace of pearls laced the flowers,
the herbs,the golden bowers
Each languid worldly within its shimmering pearl
Mirrored, refracted, reflected the others glistening pool.
Oh what a sight as sprinkled down light
Splattered about, hear, there, round about
Danced in the air, in her hair, hear, there, over there
Up down all around glistening colours gamboled around
Myriad hues in the droplets bright
Flashed on the flowers covering the ground.

Calisto Demon

Thy demon, that's thy spirit which keeps thee

2008-06-04T11:01:00.000-07:00

If natural energy and impulses are too severely suppressed for too long, they become violent. It's natural for something that's been held under pressure to become violent in its release. A person who is too severely suppressed experiences so much pleasure in those violent releases ... they're probably rare and brief. So, he becomes infatuated with violence.

When vantage like a pair of twins appear'd

2008-06-03T12:17:00.000-07:00

TWIN SISTERS
Oh my two beauties,

Red, full and wet!

Twin sets of turgid lips,

Which do I love best.

Twin sisters beyond compare,

One midst a pale face white and fair,

The other nestled in luxuriant Raven-black hair.

How I long to kiss, lick,

bite and stare,

Breath in your perfumed breathes,

Fondle and caress.

Oh my two beauties,

Bright, ripe and succulent,

Lush orchids that complement,

How I love your perfvidities.

FRAGRANT FLOWEROh!

Those pouting lips,

That honey running fount,

Bend o'er me thy perfumed hips

That I may suck from that scented mouth

That sweet nectar that is wine to my lips.

Black bearded beast, fragrant flower of the night

Spread well those turgid petals to my sight,

Entwine me in those musky tendrils tight,

but That I may cat-like lap that soft hooded bud.

THE KISS

Kiss me now this very hour

Do give me that rose-budded flower

glistening from dabbing in the lukewarm blood of men.

Oh give me such bliss.

Give me those red pouting lips,

That I may languidly kiss

And suck from that honey-scented mouth

The sweet vapour that is thy soul

And into mine dissolve,

Wine into water,

water into wine;

You into me and me into the divine......

Calisto Demon

The cistern of my lust, and my desire..

2008-05-31T14:05:00.000-07:00

"The evil that is in the world almost always comes of ignorance, and good intentions may do as much harm as malevolence if they lack understanding."

Be my temptress enchant me with your sultry styles so warm. Surround me in dreams, cross a thousand hundred miles. Arouse me with your eyes on fire like dancers in two flames. Seduce me with your smile, ignite my heart to burst then burn. Delight me with your dreams that shower me in my night.Caress me with your lips, kiss me into the bright white light. Devour my with your mouth, suckel softly with great care. Feed me your breasts let me nibble here along pert tips. Intoxicate me with the juice of your gush, let me drink from your flower of love. Cling on to my body, feel the powers that lay there deep within. Exchange hearts with me, let me feel your soul pound in my chest. Shine for my eyes, let me be blinded by your glow. Cover my with your love, sing songs only my heart can hear. Desire my sighs moist along the smallness of your back. Crave my flower against your rose as we burst alive into raptures golden love. Dance for my eyes, let me feasts on the beauty of you. Share your life with me my love, feel the wonders of my care. Be my temptress in the night, my amazing souls wondrous fire light. Open me further to the story in your eyes. Walk with me by your side into our future sunrise. If I should stumble, hold on tight and show me the way to heavens most golden light....

From where I lie, nestled between your tender thighsI see stretching out before methe spectacular landscape of your beautiful body. My nose is surrounded by the trimmed bush that sprouts upon a bony ridge.Unseen, my tongue has found the fountain of your womanhood and your earthy taste is sweet within my mouth. My eyes travel across the flat plain of your soft stomach, lingering at that shallow crater where a small gold ring decorates the rim most distant from me.

It is a rolling meadow to the lush foothills of your breasts. Large full, round firm mountains, a matched set, twin peaks each topped with its own perky nipple sitting alert as though calling out for attention. Beyond the mountains your chest and neckdisplay the warm reddish flush that signals your arousal, like flowers announcing the coming of spring. My eyes travel over your chin, finding full lipsthat reveal nothing of your intense inner pleasure,save a small upturning of each corner.

Your eyes are tightly closed as you look deep within. Red copper hair provides a wispy frame for your lovely face as you are swept up in the avalanche of your arousal. Your face reveals no recognition of my presence, for you are swallowed up in the ecstacy of your sexual pleasures.

As I now concentrate on my pleasure in giving to you, I close my eyes, for I have captured the landscape of your body. Your indelible image is imprinted on my mindand in fantasy, I will swallow you up. My mouth will consume you, taking you inand you becoming a part of me and I of you until the plains heave up, the mountains shake,and the bodyscape before me erupts with the furyburied within the deepest strata of your passionate soul.

Calisto Demon

To make me hunger more; that I should forge

2008-05-29T08:36:00.000-07:00

Hunger
The forces shift within me again.
The transformation occurs
so quickly, that I only
realize it when the
light becomes painful, when
my hunger returns, and
I must feed.
Bones crack,
rearrange,
and transform.
My shell is no more;
the beast is free, hungry.
It seizes control.
Screams shatter the moonlit night.
But the transformation occurs
so quickly, that I only
realize it when the
darkness becomes frozen, when
my hunger is gone, and
I search for the light.
Bones crack,
rearrange,
and transform.
I lay naked on the hillside, a
smear of blood across my skin.
The sun arises, warming my flesh.
And I hope that maybe
I won't transform again.
But the moon hides his joyous face,
and when it is full,
and the night is ripe,
the beast will grow hungry again.....

Calisto Demon

The vacant leaves thy mind's imprint will bear

2008-05-28T05:05:00.000-07:00

Without beauty a girl is unhappy because she has missed her chance to be loved. People do not jeer at her, they are not cruel to her, but it is as if she were invisible, no eyes follow her as she walks. People feel uncomfortable when they are with her. They find it easier to ignore her. A girl who is exceptionally beautiful, on the other hand, who has something which too far surpasses the customary seductive freshness of adolescence, appears somehow unreal. Great beauty seems invariably to portend some tragic fate.
Adventure is not outside a man, it is within. Get out of control, but appear under control. It's not bad to alarm other people, though - it's good for them. Stay naked as much as possible, but do not impose your orgiastic will on others. Don't have sex in the lobby - it's usually awkward. The holder of authority is like the rider of a lion - he is envied of his position but he well knows his position.

Well begun is half done. Politics is my hobby. Smut is my vocation. Any existence deprived of freedom is a kind of death. Eternal vigilance is the price of freedom. Guard with jealous attention the public liberty. Suspect every one who approaches that jewel. Unfortunately, nothing will preserve it but downright force. Whenever you give up that force, you are inevitably ruined. He that would make his own liberty secure must guard even his enemy from oppression; for if he violates this duty he establishes a precedent that will reach to himself. I expect nothing. I fear no one. I am free.

Calisto Demon

With that, methoughts, a legion of foul fiends

2008-05-28T04:29:00.000-07:00

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day ? Thou art more lovely and more temperate : Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date :
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd...

But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest; Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou growest : So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this and this gives life to thee.

~~Sonnet LVII~~

William Shakespeare

Being your slave, what should I do but tend Upon the hours and times of your desire ? I have no precious time at all to spend, Nor services to do, till you require.Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you, Nor think the bitterness of absence sour When you have bid your servant once adieu;Nor dare I question with my jealous thought Where you may be, or your affairs suppose, But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought Save, where you are how happy you make those.So true a fool is love that in your will, Though you do any thing, he thinks no ill.

~~She walks in beauty~~

Lord Byron

She walks in beauty, like the nightOf cloudless climes and starry skiesAnd all that's best of dark and brightMeet in her aspect and her eyes:Thus mellow'd to that tender lightWhich heaven to gaudy day denies.One shade the more, one ray the less,Had half impair'd the nameless graceWhich waves in every raven tress,Or softly lightens o'er her face;Where thoughts serenely sweet expressHow pure, how dear their dwelling-place.And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,The smiles that win, the tints that glow,But tell of days in goodness spent,A mind at peace with all below,A heart whose love is innocent

Silky like a cats' furI'm your feline

Your hands on my bodyLight me up

Make me purrStroke this kitten

Watch my back arch

Under your touch

Take me beneath you

Feel my mark across your back

Kittens got claws

Soft hooded eyes

Filled with desireIn the night

Make my motor run

Hear the kittens' cries ...

Calisto Demon

I Dreamt {Part 6 of 6}

2008-05-27T04:27:00.000-07:00

Oh! my mushroom headed God Oh my blue veined stem thou mighty

GodheadAt thy feet I prostrate and for thee weepWorship kow tow and of thee entreat

Rescue me from my horny plight

By thy tumescent throbbing sight,

My lips fold out expand and pout,

They long to clutch, furl round that bulbous headed spike,

Caress devour and of thee to me give life

Sorrow fills my eyes without thy sight

Oh mushroom headed sprite

The days are long and pained filled is the night

My heart longs for thee of thee I wish to see

My love for thee sets in my soul my love my divinity

Grant me peace give me thy grace

Show to me thy blood gorged face

Come my beloved this very hour

And of me devour...

Oh lord my body wastes sleepless are my nights

Beloved when will thou come and rescue me of my plight

Oh lord I am thy slave without thee cowered and afraid

Fasten thy eye upon me lord and release me from my pain

Oh lord show me thy compassion thy love thy burning passion

Come my darling my beloved thy coming fills my need

Come Oh lord without thee I feel no ease

Come Oh lord and save me I beg thee please

Upon thy swelling stem My lord I offer myself as sacrifice

Again and again once twice thrice

Oh lord quench my fires burn up my desires

With one almighty burst squirt forth thy frothy seed

Oh lord of my anguish may my hymn please intercede..

Ardent fires lit her eyes wild cries animal desires.......

Cravings rageings her fires blazing as on her prey her cunt did splay......

Erect the cockhead stood bubbling blood surged up the pulpy hood.....

Emerald red the knob did glow apricot like a fruity head did grow,Along its shaft blue veins did show as my hot blood did flow........

Round the stem they lace liked laced the fleshy fruit.....

Blue vines climbed from its meaty root to its tip on which a plumy headdid shoot........

Throbbing bulbing larva blood flowing scathing scalding........

Searing drops viscous creamy oozed from its slit oily and hot.....

With anguish high a tear in eye she let our a heart wrenching cry......

To my sight thrust out thy bud to prodigious height

Thy blooded-gorged stem thy swollen dick-fem

That pink quivering clit- like an engorged cows tit

Longing fills my cleft my lips yearn with sore distress

Feed my need quench my ache for God's sake

Thrust thy clit up my yearning gapeing slit..

My knob a burning I slipped up her cunt a yearning.......

Slurping burbbling in her twat my cock a churning.......

Around about in out my cock a screwing with grunts she did shout.........

'Fuck me fucker for gods sake make me quake.....

Engorged on thy horn for god sake make my ass cheeks jelly shake....

Up my sharft did rise the spoof to my enflamed eye......

As her cunt clutched my tool a velvety glove fuck my mouth did drool.....

Xiphoid like from her cunt wet and tight my cock I pulled out shinny and bright.....

To a prodigious height spoof out of my prick spurted white........

Floated like phosphorant moons light luminous balloons......

Pearls liquid bright drifted across the black marble night....

Caught by her sighs of amorous lust they did fall and float like sapphires dust......

Flickering fluttering flexes of silk spotted around the blood soaked ground like phosphorant milk.........

As a rose-yellow moon lit the inky gloom.......

Cool and nice a glowing eye set in the night like black jet ice......

Did entice like a viper in the tepid pools it shimmered like molten copper.....

Pink poppies grew in the red blood pools in which my spoof did mingle.Swooping swallows black skim as yellow fish swim in the ruby blood their golden scales tinkle.......

Globules like ice phosphoresce translucent tits stalactites like clits.....

Effloresce quivering crystals pulsating breasts effervesce.......

Polyps tentacles pulpy cocks lace entwine entangle pop out like snakes......

Diamonds gleam like eyes as stones testy like glow with a velvety sheen...

Rose-petals blood red flames flicker in the pools under the moons shadows cool.....

Across which streaks swans raven black with polished copper beaks.....

As beneath fishes quiver and through the liquid light sliver.....

Slavering licking the waves the earth kissing butterflies above the frothy crests flickering........

Neon hues golds yellows turquoise blues splatters the froth which o'er the shore the sea did scatter.......

Spoofy spumey foamy fluff covers the earth like cum around a pink tight muff.......

Shadows danced o'er cunt lips wet twin turgid set upon which fingers pranced.........

Candle light flickered bright gleaming lights shone in her cum which shot to a prodigious height......Covering floor from her cunt it did pour phosphorant pools swimming in I saw.......

Eerie forms green light formed o'er zucchinies in a scented room heated and warmed............

Leaves of Caladiums Echinopsis Aurora Borealis Nidulariums......

Opened wide as her cunt lips clutched to her thighs side I let out a randy sigh.....

Xanadu I had found in a wet cunts view pouting lips covered in creaming cunts dew.......

Dripped from mirrors reflected refracted in cunt creamy rivers......

Slippery sliding down glassy sides gliding as in the spend I was hiding....

Pot pourris' of scent from sandal wood fires set my cunt with desires....

Rubies red cats eyes bright shone in the night with yellow sapphires....

I Dreamt {Part 5 of 6}

2008-05-26T06:00:00.000-07:00

Into a thousand lights which flickered across my sight.......

My head thrown back my hair did stream over the ground all around ....luxurious and black...
Retreating the shadow shrank back into the fog and inky night....

It's eyes glittered like metals points while the fog glowed and shimmered an emerald wan light.......

Emerald green light phosphorescing bright.........

Shafts of white electric light split the night flickering flashing to my left and right.........

Shutting out all to my sight the fog glowed phosphorant white....

Dissolved into a gauzy curtain a room appeared then the fog disappeared....Shadows danced upon a temples walls............

Hierodule kizreti shamkhati Ishtar's sacred whores........

Around the walls did sport and play lanquidly lay gambolling gay......

Erech within Ishtar's home of harlots strumpets and hetaerae.....

Frankincense myrrh incense sweet did curl and twirl from a glowing hearth.....

By a bed striped gold black and blood blood red......

Xanthomus eyes did leer at me from a priestess so naked so heavenly...

Her hair black as night gold dust bestrune glittered from the flames flickering light.....

Ringlets tight cascaded down o'er her breasts snake like.........

Purple pearl henna bright covered her hands and feet so slight.....

Turgid nipples date like black where set within aureoles red.........

Spiked out from her tits plump white bed.......

Around her pubis curled jet black hair myrtle like lips hung neath a blue powdered lair....

Her lips redder than the bruised lips of roses red......

Oh my two beauties I imploringly saidRed full and wet!

Twin sets of turgid lipsWhich do I love best

Twin sisters beyond compare

One midst a pale face white and fair

The other nestled in luxuriant Raven-black hair

How I long to kiss lick bite and stare

Breath in your perfumed breathes

Fondle and caress.

Oh my two beauties

Bright ripe and succulentLush orchids that complement

How I love your perfvidities

Kiss me now this very hour

Do give me that rose-budded flower glistening from dabbing in the lukewarm blood of men

Oh give me such bliss

Give me those red pouting lips

That I may languidly kiss

And suck from that honey-scented mouth

The sweet vapour that is thy soul

And into mine dissolve

Wine into water water into wine

You into me and me into the divine...

Pouting lipped the priestess her breasts offered to me languidly softly said......

"Love them well I do fondle and caress alone I do tell

With them I do play I do pleasure them....

Encased in flowers my nipples I tweak for hours....

Kiss them suck thy sap

Oh my love like a child to a mothers pap

The kisses of thine are more sweater than wine,

Rush place o'er my mouths thy mouth busy thy self on my loves juicy founts....

Clasp within thy kiss my lids which burn warmly as thy lips.....

Slide thy tongue along my arms round my tits up under arse....

Scratch thy nails along my sides I imploringly ask.....

Entwined like vines the odours from our twats rose two natural censures with perfumed glow......

About my neck her saffron-scented thighs she placed and closed with tight embrace......

Slit slippery and wet glistened and glowed phosphoresced in my face

Clit pinkie red through its velvety hood quivered and upward stood.........

A throbbing bud pistil like from flowery lips......

Enthralled my gaze enchantingly swayed cobra like as she waved her hips..

Cunt lips meaty and red like hot house flowers pouted and spread....

Gaping wide inner lips outer lips clung to her thighs inner side....

Xylobalsam scent from her cunt wafted round my nose and on the air was sent.......

Cunt juice bubbled out of her cunt hole and flowed about.....

Glittering gleaming a babbling brook around her lips down hers arses nook

Puddles o'er gilded sheets warm cunt juice rutted through the blood red pleats........

Oh! I sighed those pouting lips That honey running fount

Bend o'er me thy perfumed hips

That I may suck from that scented mouth

That sweet nectar that is wine to my lips.

Black bearded beast fragrant flower of the night

Spread well those turgid petals to my sight Entwine me in those musky tendrils tight but

That I may cat-like lap that soft hooded bud.....

Flickering lick fluttering flick my tongue danced o'er her quavering clit

As finger in her arse hole diddled cunt juice from her twat pidddled...

Around arse squelching slurping her cunt I frigged as out of her hole her cum dribbled......

Ohhhhh she sighed and Ahhh she cried as up her belly o'er tits my hands did slide......

Smearing her cunnies cum round nipples tight a blood red spike and o'er bum.........

Pouting lips my tongue into slips as down her arses crease her cunny cream drips..........

Purple dust o'er aureoles like dark red rust speckle and gleam in the phosphorescing cunny cream........

Candle flames flicker and float mirroring light flashing bright in the cunny cream smearing her tits belly and her pussies seam........

Eager lips her nipples kiss slaver around and o'er her mouth slips......

Tangled legs pubic hairs tits to tits rolling round up and down the cunny.........

Cream we smeared around...

Cunny scent frankincense shadows horns Erie forms slurp squelch moans and yelps.....

Round in out through the room did float to dance about....

Around me with a mighty heave she clasped her cunts sleeve.....

Folding tight those lips bright a meat eating flower sucked me in in into its juicy bower.......

Slips slides my hips inside cunny muscles did grip and guide.....

Down blood red channel I did slide along damp dark oily sides I did glide..

Red lights the sides bespeckled bright phosphorant fire-flies lit the night...

Splattering spluttering red-amber ice fire-flies fluttering blood-red light...

Through brambles that rambled in black inky night to their horny thorns prince and queen dangled.....

Left to right pools bloody glittered bloody drops pitted from the myriad's that on turgid spikes flickered.....

Effusive roses effulgent from enamelled pools grew effervescing efflorescing armours black lacquer caressing.......

Midst brambles horny shambles encased within red roses bower....

Lay a beauty sleeping o'er which blood red petals shower......

Xerophtes ancepholites laced lewd entwined o'er alabaster slab black upon her back she reclined........

Glass slippers yellow her feet did house skirt short saffron satin lay beneath a black brocaded blouse.....

White panties clutched a pussy's lair from who sides did streak bushy black hair.................

Pouting lips through the panties sheer did appear.....

Red menses stained from periodic flows o'er a hundred year......

Covered the slab like a dark red scab phosphorecing bright a rose red light

About her glowed as my clit did swell and turgid grow.........

Pink throbbing hood back curled into a cock my clit unfurled.....

Tumescent cock ten by eight knob bright and red its eye from the foreskin did gape.....

Pounding pangs did rip my sides as my cock grew hot the beauty sighs.......

I Dreamt {Part 4 of 6}

2008-05-23T04:01:00.000-07:00

"When she raises her eyelids it's as if she were taking off all her clothes."

Encased in tresses coal like black her breasts and neck they did snake-like lace........
Around languorous eyes reptile like the hair did weave and surround...
Pouting lips blood-red and fleshy set like rubies in a milk-white face..
Phosphoresced under the moon glittered and gleamed and spoke a velvety sound.....

I am she Innana men clamor for me
I am she Ishtar men bar up for me
I am she Astarte men pray for me
I am she Aphrodite from the beginning of time to eternity men are enthralled by me
I am she whom men look back at deaths door for a last glimpse of me
I am she who soothes I am bliss I am insatiable happiness
I am men's dreams in the scent of my cunt their honour doth deliquesce
I am she whose feet are in the hearts of men
I am she who sucks her life force from them
Come! I am delight Come! I am desire! Come I will set thee on fire!
Spurt thy seed squirt thy sap my food I hungrily lap
I howl I bite I turn men into swine who I entice
Enchain entrap with their balls with their lust like vice
Men to animal form I transform as pleasures price
For their human souls I offer paradise

To mortal men who frantically flogged their cocks semen spurting scent
Aromas musky floral wafted on the air and to the heavens sent.......
Indoles glittering from nipples dripped and from cunt lips shimmeringly slipped.........
Androstenones odorous sweet did from foreskins creep and anuses seep
Perfumes a sea of scents odorous chords playing melodies in the noses of the randy hordes...........
Swirling twirling fucking each other in a frantic whirl..........
Enveloping arms and legs encoiling............
Pixies fairy sylphs on the neck did bite as up their coyt they did pound with might........
Cymbals clashed fannies flashed hortas twanged fandangos clacked as the fairy sylph in the semen splashed........
Round flew fiery sparks a thousand fireflies fluttering from a fiery fire
Lit the night with a yellow light gold and bright...............
Eyes green phosphorant glowing bespeckeled the night with fiery light
Slant split-pupiled cat like feral eyes from bushes gleamed and leered at me it seemed............
Their fairy forms thin and pointed like oiled silk in the moonlight gleamed
A thousand coloured lights before my eyes exploded dazzling bright
Shifting lights spread to my sight blackness formed and the scene vanished out of sight...........
The moon like a silver eye hung in the sky glittering stars like diamonds sparkled as in a velvety dye........
A shimmering scene did glow under a pale silver ball below....
Evolving to a golden light glowing bright a morning sun the moon was like.....
Phosphorescing fog milk white brighter than moonlight softer than starlight..........
Hovered around a shadow moved over the ground closer to me my cunt did pound.............
Ximenia herbs crushed spices and henna on the tendrils white mist past its face did drift.............
Black hooded dark cape glowing eyes green emerald fires from a black void did at me gape........
My cunny well splayed did pout love juice did flow as my cunt lips did quake..........

Deep inside I burned
The fires lapped and of my fluids churned
The flames kissed furled round and of my womb caressed
Longing filled my cleft my lips yearned with sore distress
From my lips liquid seared and dripped I prayed "give me bliss
Feed my need quench my ache for God's sake
Thrust in my yearning slit
Stuff stretch gorge assuage the pain in the hollow of my pit"

Pounding panting my twat a throbbing the shadow moved...
Ever closer like an animals it's eyes burned amber....
In the shadows of the hood smiling teeth pearly glowed....
As flickering lights danced and upward spiralled around it's hooded face I was entranced.......
Shifting twisting the fog around us was coiling boiling....
Enveloping enclosing in it's tendrils tight.....
Pushed to the ground the shadow's arms around me did surround....
Caressed my skin hot like balm in it's cool embrace I luxuriated randy and calm....
Blood to my cunt rushed as lip to lip we kissed light-headed and giddy as if I was pissed.............
Eager fingers my tits did caress fondled my arse and slipped up my dress......

With slow languid creep
as musky oil from the pouting slit into panties did seep
Soft touch did rise up over wet smooth silky thighs
midst soft moan and liquid sigh
Damp gusset spread
revealing the bud's pink throbbing head
neath tangled hair
luxuriant moist and golden fair
Flesh on flesh raising breaths on breaths
tender fingers the cunt's swollen lips did fondle
the pearly bud feather-like caressed prod and entered the gaping cleft
Middle fingers drunk long and deep
lips furled round that which it longed to keep
inner lips outer lips with prodigious might
clung to the digits jelly fish-like.
Fingers thrummed thrust gyrate and stirred
midst squelch moan and soft purr
the hollow becomes ablaze with swirling light
globes glisten and gleam golden bright bespeckling the pubes like stars in the night
Fluids gushed spasms tight
passions fires rippling desires
fanny sucked fingers crushed
heaving breaths gasp as lust dissipates and expires.......

I Dreamt {Part 3 of 6}

2008-05-16T07:12:00.000-07:00

"If it is the dirty element that gives pleasure to the act of lust, then the dirtier it is, the more pleasurable it is bound to be."

Around the walls in the blood-red light swirling twirling shadows spread...
As of the hordes passions fires lapped and around them burned ...
Cocks and cunts which men did flog and women frigged....
Pouring sprog and spend on fires which of them boiled...
Puddles and pools around littered in which the fiery lights flickered...
Shimmering liquid fires in the spend and sprog glittered .....
Enveloping the cavern in flashing lights like the rays of light of a mirrored globe in a disco-tavern.....
Light o'er people danced who sighed and groaned with orgasmic delight and painful moan.....
Oh I am commming ! Oh what delight ! Oh stop the pleasure release me from this plight!........
"Release me from this blight this pleasures hell release me from this blight Oh pleasure more I do tell" .......
'Stop I say !' I did hear them pray "cock and cunt put away this pleasure is a living hell"........
'Stop I say' ! I did hear them pray "cock and cunt give more without is a living hell".........
'Stop I say !' I did hear them pray as on the spend I did float away
Around about up down the spend ran running in out here there every where......
Through valleys wide cunt like pink precipice sides under clitoros crags which did hide the nights sky..........
Surging on I did glide neath tree canopies leafy swells and dark tangled black dells......
As tangled as my black-birds-nest pubes I will tell........
Hawthorn oak hazel apple trees did the glens choke......
Eglantine ragwort rye and wild thyme spread through the dells in the moon shine.......
Phosphorant fairy forms danced half dissolved like bubbles of air.... transparent in the moon light fluttering butterfly-wings translucent and bright.......
As sheer as the panties that clutch around my moist cunny tight
Xanthine crystals like diamond dust shone in fairies teeth as elves into their mouths did piss............
Fluttering around to goblins' view their dewy garments on the wind flew...
While hobbits' pixies' did on their hairy twats kiss and chew...
Pouting lips unfurled flower-like as their insect-wings uncurled...
Rat-faced goblins cat-eyed elves dog-fucked fairies with groans and yells...
While dewy wings fluttering flings multi-colours mingling....
As from toad-stool headed goblins' cocks' semen spurts phosphorant pearly slops........
Lace-like lacing tittie mounts cherry budded founts.....
With necklaces pearly which glittered and shone as the fairies did twirl and flounce....
Past goat-hoofed fauns' Satyrs' with horse like horns.....
Who did sip Nymphs honey drippping slits with slow languid lollliing licks
Cymbals flutes panpipes and lutes wild sigh did flow under the jet black sky.........
Enveloping fairy hosts which to my cunt pouting did fly
Around it's pink throbbing bud fluttering wings caressed with a whispering breath.........
The burning lips that gaped glistening beneath........
Rippling tongues a thousand fluttters o'er my clit quivers......
While scurrying wild tumescent cocked pixies elves slavering goblins... hobbits......
Fucked nose ear and the hole in my rear.......
Squirting spurrting phosphorant spurts semen globs frothed out of my bodies holeyyy bits........
Dribbled and dripped to which licked red-eared white dogs........
Horses dun shaggy ravens swallows and wrens.....
Swirled round a sweet sylph's flowery crown bathing in a tub set upon the ground........
Swine snouted mortals stood pounding their cocks semen spurting from their foreskins hood.......
Phosphorant gel into the tub with a white king smell oily oozy they did hoot and yell.......
Eroticisms ribaldry with alacrity bawdy.........
The fairy sylph's tits gyrated and stirred wobbled and whirled......
Ringlets twirled as her head she heaves ragwort festooned with herbs and leaves...

I Dreamt....{Part 2 of 6}

2008-05-15T05:10:00.000-07:00

"The most beautiful things in the world are the most useless, peacocks and lilies, for instance."

Shrouded by the night I took my flight....
Enveloped in the misty night beyond mortal sight..
Xanadu sought I with soft groan and languid sigh...
Pounding pangs of love burned in my throbbing side...
As through the darkest night wandering I did glide...
Phosphorous lights glowed green from within blackened walls....
Ebbed into the inky night and of me calls....
Ribald scenes did catch my sight as through the frosty glass I leered into the light......
Silver stockinged Negroes on guests waited in the green glow naked...
Shadows danced as candle flames flickered....
Across black silk cloths violets dark coated moths...
Hovered around and of the tables littered...
Eerie lights from guests eyes on ebony walls glittered....
Mulberries black puddings liquorice and black cherries...
Swum in black wines as glasses dark-tinted sung with tinkles and chimes...
Xylophones hums caressed negresses peach like black bums...
Jelly-chocolate like they wobbled to the music's sweet strum..
Glowed in the light glossy and bright..
Pointed nips red as red peppers sheen..
Spiked out from black orbs red chillies glossy and glowing they did gleam..
As wet tongues slavered and licked circled round and of them flicked..
Apple red lips pouted glowed in the light like clotted blood..
Pink labial lips moist and wet rose petals hung beneath hairy black clefts..
Embraced leech-like blue veined pricks zucchini like tomato headed dicks..
Rotund thighs - uplifted high legs well spread gaping and wide-
Sarracena cephalothus blossomed twict - meat eating gullets voracious and wide-Clutched around gulped down red pepper-headed knobs glistening and round Swallowed cocks swollen spurting semen pollen....
Out of cocks' lips -that slit like mouth- that did gape and pout...
Oily liqiuds gushed and from the cocks' heads rushed....
Emissions pearly white phospourescing in the green light....
Bubbled and frothed over flowed cunts' lips and to the ground drips...
Splattered splashed silvery jewels over teak as through the air liquid light did streak.....
Xanthochroid nymphs ebony skinned pimps....
Entwined like vines in sixty nines....
Assiduously lapped sucked licked cunts' and pricks'....
Plants prodigious entwined on floors over legs up doors.....
Petals' clutched petals' corollas' stamens' fucked which on pistils' sucked ...
Ampelopsis Anthuriums Amaryllis Nidulariums.....
Arabesquesed in the light shadowy shades dancing o'er shapes who on each other plays.......
Sap from flowery mouths flowed and oozed and with the semen fused.....
Viscous paste velvety drops in every place on bodies and floor plops....
Panting one hand on tit while the other in my panties slipped...
O'er clit flicked and in my cunt's hole dipped...
Dribbling wet while flowers cunts' and pricks' dripped...
Effusion's flowed and down my legs glowed..

From puffy lips pink damp sticky plump clefts...
As fingers danced oily juices run o'er fingers as they pranced...
Round buttocks thighs as with silky sighs...
Screams squeals my face I rubbed with cunt's cream....
While squatting wide I melted inside with a g-spot gush which split my sides.....
Squirted spurted spumed and sputtered and o'er the ground the surging stream rutted....
Cunt like slits fanny wide pits through which the glowing spend flooded
The night in rivers of light web-like liquid light phosphorescing bright out of sight.........
Slipping slurping into the spend I slid splashing...
Around down all around bubbles fizzed and tossed me around...
Globes of light foamed around me boiled bubbling frothy light...
Effervescing spuming in the spend amniotic like tumbling...
gurgling burbling down cunt-like chasm swirling furling....
around channels salmon coloured down tunnels clit-pink enamelled..
Xanthic fluids swirled through which I rolled tumbled and whirled...
Like a child birth-like into a chasm womb-like....
I was flushed with a rush a mighty gush.....
pissed out with a roar and flooded the floor......
Within a vault I will tell a hot humid red hell ....
Flames danced licked and lapped multitudes which spread to my view.....