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Thursday, October 16th, 2008
12:21 am [litterairygawd]	HERRRRROOOO I had a dream last night about this. I'm straight, so it was weird. But it makes a good story. PLEASE STOP BEING DEAD IN THIS COMMUNITY GRRRRR. It was so late that it was early. They'd been up after returning home, drunk, disheveled. They sat on the sofa in the small, modern looking living room. On the left was Jill, who'd turned 21 that night. She was a pretty girl, classic in her appeal, like a female character in a Dostoevsky novel, Russian looking, becoming. She was short, maybe 5'2. Her hair was a light auburn color, straight, cascading around her shoulders. She was cream colored, a snowy complexion, almond shaped grey eyes, a pointed straight nose. Perhaps the loveliest thing about Jill though, was her mouth. Perfect white teeth and full, pillowy looking lips. Soft, deep pink. She never wore lipstick, but that night she had on bright, Monroe red. Her necklace was hanging loosely around her collarbones. She wasn't a heavy girl, but not slight in the least. Full hips, a round bottom, small waist, full breast. Her dress was sapphire blue, cut low in front and down to a V in back. To her left was Danie, her very good friend, a pretty, pale, flowery looking girl. She was leaning in a tired sort of way against Jill's shoulder, a half smile stuck on her full peachy lips. Her red party dress was scrunched up to her thighs, her thin legs in view, resting gently on the pillow beside her. She was beginning to sober up, as was her friend, who gently wiped the hair from her eyes. Danie sighed. She'd dyed her hair a dark red brown, which offest her coloring and in turn had made her ten times more striking. Her thick lashes closed half way over her bright green eyes. There was a dashing of freckles on her porcelain face. She pressed her poignant jaw into Jill's upper arm. "I had fun," she said. Jill smiled and tilted her head back. They'd moved in together earlier that year after they'd met working at a coffee bar in town. Danie sat up and faced her friend, resting her chin on the insides of her bony wrists. Jill often wished to look like her friend; she loved the thinner girl's fragile appeal, how her collar bones stuck out above her tiny breasts. She watched her every morning, walking around in her little shorts, her long, thin legs in full view. Sometimes when Danie wore jeans, her hip bones would stick out just a little if they were low enough. Jill wanted to be 5'6 like her friend, slender and slight. Instead she was petite and almost Renaissance looking in her shape. She leaned forward and sat the same way as her friend, staring into her olive colored eyes. "Me too," she said. "Bailey told me she's a lesbo." "WHAT?!" Danie laughed. "Really? When did that happen?" "Not sure. We were talking over wine earlier at the party." "Jeesh. I'll cover up around her." "You're a bitch, you know that?" Jill laughed. "She's apparently got a girl already." "Lovely for her." Jill laid back against the couch again and Danie followed, laying her head in the other girls lap. Jill instantly began to play with her long hair, twisting it into little curls and braids. Danie's eyes closed; her cat eye makeup was still intact from earlier. Jills's warm fingers slid through her friend's hair carelessly. She was somehow entranced in the silky feeling of it. She traced around Danie's hairline, and then over her forehead. It was deeply relaxing the other girl. Jill absently started to hum something. She had a beautiful voice. The entire situation was something they'd never done before, lying together like that. Jill stared down at her friend's porcelain face, her damp mouth. She thought now, for the first time, of kissing that mouth. Danie turned on her side; her tiny breasts pressed together and her dress rode up so the back seam of her stockings was visible from above. Jill felt her stomach fill up with something raw. Danie wrapped her slender arms around her friends waist, nuzzling into her stomach like a child. She sighed. Jill drew her dark hair back so the lowcut back of her dress and the zipper were visible. Danie's shoulder blades jutted out a little. Jill laid her hand over her friend's bare upper back. She was warm and soft. She began to stroke there, pulling her fingertips across lightly. Danie shivered a little. A hot feeling was starting to rise in her stomach too. She held onto Jill's waist like a child, but found herself wanting to move her hands lower and lower, to feel the womanly hips and bottom her friend had that she so longed for herself. Jill had started to play with the zipper on the back of Danie's dress. Danie had hardly noticed, being so comfortable and nearly asleep. That was, until Jill slid her hand down the top of the dress. At first, Danie wanted to say something. But she didn't know WHAT she should say. She didn't want Jill to stop, she'd been so physically lonely for so long. She pressed her thighs together and let out a soft breath. Jill worked the zipper down a tiny bit, until the clasp of Danie's bra was in sight. Jill's hands were shaking. She'd never wanted to touch a girl before. She'd never dreamt of it or even thought of it until that moment. Danie sat up suddenly, her dress falling a little over her arms. She stared at Jill, silent. Jill couldn't find words to say. "I--I'm sorry." Danie said nothing. She moved closer to the shorter girl and brushed the hair out of her face. "Don't be sorry, doll," she said softly. She brought her face closer and closer, until the red and peach colors of their mouths almost met. Jill smelled like strawberry chapstick and cosmopolitans; she took Danie's face in her small hands and held her by her jaw. "I'm so confused," she whispered. Danie closed her doe eyes. Jill's little fingers moved from her jaw to her lips and lingered there. Danie pressed her face into the side of Jill's neck. She could smell her Chanel perfume. Her lips pressed into Jill's ear. "You're so pretty, Jay," she whispered. Jill's heart slammed against her ribs. Was she still drunk? She couldn't want the same thing, could she? Danie's dress had further loosened; the straps and top of her powder pink bra were showing. Jill stared down at her friend's beautiful shoulders and neck. She'd never touched a woman's body before. Danie kissed her cheek softly and Jill kissed back, the same way, but down her neck, onto her shoulder. And then her mouth. Danie pressed her chest into Jill's and kissed back. Jill's mouth was so full and warm. She kissed gently at first, open mouthed. But then the knots in her stomach loosened. Jill slid her hand down Danie's back, pulling the dress down off of her torso. Danie started to play with the buttons on the back of Jill's dress, her slender fingers undoing them one by one. Jill slid her tongue against Danie's lips, sliding it between them. Her body ached just like it did with anyone else, even more so for Danie. She pressed her hands against Danie's bare stomach; she could feel her slender hips press back and she moved her hands higher, until they stopped on her friend's dainty ribcage. Danie stared into her face and kissed her cheek. Jill inched her fingers under the fabric of the bra until she could feel the hard nubs underneath. Danie breathed softly in her ear, pressing her hands against the same place. Jill worked the dress down until Danie was sitting on the couch in only her underwear. She unhooked the bra and pulled at Jill's dress. She stood up and it pooled at her feet. Danie stared for a moment at the shape of Jill's body, the full roundness of her hips and breasts, the little curve of her stomach, her shapely short little legs. She pulled the shorter girl into her thin, naked stomach until their foreheads touched. Danie kissed her passionately and let her hands fall. Jill stared down at the set of feminine hands pulling at the fabric of her blue satin bra. Danie pulled the bra straps down until she could see everything. She cupped Jill's breasts in her hands, thumbing over her hardened nipples. Jill laid her forehead into Danie's graceful neck and kissed there. She moved her mouth down until it was level with her breasts. She pressed her hands against them hard, kissing between them, down her stomach until Danie was lying on her back. Jill moved on top of her, pulling the other girl's slender legs around her waist. Danie's thighs parted over Jill's stomach Jill could feel the wetness between them. Jill lifted Danie's hips and shifted her body so that she was in front of her. She kissed Danie's back, pulling her panties down and cupping her small bottom, working her hands around front. She slid her hand down Danie's flat stomach until it was nestled between her legs. Danie moaned, for the first time. Jill teased her, rubbing just on the outside. She was so wet that it almost alarmed Jill. She slid her fingers inside Danie, rubbing her ass. Danie cried out a little, pressing her face into the sofa cushion. Jill pulled back and started to rub faster, pressing her fingers against Danie, harder, circling over her clit until her hips bucked. Jill gripped her friend's slender thigh and moved into her deeper, biting and kissing her shoulders, breathing hard. Danie let out a short gasp and her legs tightened hard around Jill's hand. Danie strattled her friends stomach. Jill felt her wet pussy spread against her bare flesh. Danie kissed her hard, down her neck, then her stomach. She pulled the panties away from Jill's body. She slid a finger into her. Danie grabbed Jill's supple backside and spread her thighs, moving closer and closer. She kissed the outside of Jill's pussy and withdrew her finger. Jill whined and pulled Danie's hair a little. Danie began to kiss her wet slit, spreading it slightly. Jill moaned. Danie slid two fingers inside of her licked her clit softly. Jill breathed hard and Danie began to quicken her speed. She sucked Jill's swollen clit, ever so often sliding her tongue fully inside. Danie moved her fingers in and out, harder, deeper, nibbling and biting Jill's thighs, her pussy. She came hard, moaning loudly, high pitched. She laid motionless and Danie fell on top of her. She fondled the thin girl's soft breasts. (Comment on this)
Friday, October 19th, 2007
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Sunday, September 23rd, 2007
10:04 pm [litterairygawd]	ENOUGH IS ENOUGH! OK, I AM GOING TO POST A NEW ONE. Someone better post after me!!! It was December again, the month of the year they traveled South to West Palm Beach to stay with their grandmother for Christmas. But it was different this year. Gram had died that September, and they were going to pack her things. The house they'd spent so many happy years in was empty and cold, the white tile echoing footsteps. They arrived at 3 PM on the 18th, their mother nervously shoving the key into the lock. The door swung open and it smelled empty. It looked so desolate. Mary Ann sighed. She was a pleasant looking woman, their mother. She hadn't had an easy life. Her husband had left her when her eldest child Riley was 3 and her daughter Kristyn was hardly a year old. She was blonde like her children, platinum from fake baking too much, trying desperately to get herself a date. It wasn't hard, of course, being as pretty and Monroe-esque as she was. She stood about 5'6, maybe a size ten now, putting on a bit of weight after having children. Her figure was pleasing; she was narrow waisted, buxom, long legged. No, getting a date wasn't hard. But she didn't want what all of the attractive men she dated wanted; Mary Ann wanted real love, the kind she thought she'd had with her husband. But that had been years ago. Fifteen now. Riley was almost eighteen, his sister Kristyn had just gotten her driving license. Riley was a bad habit kind of guy. The kind of guy you stare at a lot in class. He was average height, maybe 5'11, slender. Outwardly, he didn't look much different than any other guy his age. He reminded his friends vaguely of the blue eyed boy on the cover of the film "Elephant." His hair was straight, light blonde, a little long, like his mother's. He had a strong chin, rounded nose, broad back. He'd turned out attractive, anyone would say so. He dressed in an unconventional fashion, it always had been. He'd gotten a mohawk in 9th grade, but had long since grown out of his "punk" phase. He still wore some of this old clothes, mostly the worn teeshirts. He sported a Bad Religion shirt that day. His pants hung low on his hips, not too low, just in a normal, typical fashion. He sometimes wore vests or cardigans over his tee shirts, but more often he just looked normal. And he was. Kristyn resembled her mother in the same way; her hair was strawberry, past her shoulders, curling a little at the ends when she didn't iron it. She had a dusting of freckles over her nose, which pointed in an almost aristocratic fashion. She was petite, barely 5'2, but looked very much like her mother, still, in the way of her figure. Narrow waisted, large breasted. She had big, lovely eyes and if she weren't so quiet the boys at home would love her and look at her even more than they did. She looked out over the expanding rays of sunlight winding down the empty front entry way and into the living room. "God this is going to be hard," Mary Ann said, wiping her forehead. She pulled her orange teeshirt away from her chest and fanned air beneath it. Riley rocked on his heels and stared out through the window behind the covered couch. He could see the pool on the covered back deck and thought of how overheated he was, how badly he'd like to dive in. He glanced at his sister and bolted for the door at the back of the room, slamming the lock open and running to the edge of the water, shoes and all, until he got close enough to just jump in. Kristyn was yelling after him but he couldn't hear her, really. The water was so cold. His jeans weighted him down and he paddled to the shallow end of the pool. Kristyn was sitting at the edge with her feet in the water. She gave him a funny kind of look, tilting her head to the side. Her hair fell over her shoulder. "Join?" he asked. "No thanks." "Come on." Mary Ann watched from the sliding door. "I'm going to start unpacking. Kris you're in the left room in back, Riley you're in the right room with the blue carpet. I already put your bags in there. Share the pool bathroom." He nodded and Kristyn gave her a smile. She disappeared into the house again. "Anyone ever tell you you look like that kid from Elephant? The one with the drunk dad?" Kristyn said. "YES, I've been told. You look like... Pippy Longstockings. FRECKLES." She kicked water into his face. "Bad move," he said, grabbing her legs beneath the knee. His hands were freezing. She fought to get out of the grip but ended up sliding into the water with him. "I HATE YOU." "I know," he said. She didn't really hate him. She always said so, but she didn't. He'd always been there for her, the protective brother that every little sister should have. He told her the truth about life and she liked that. He wouldn't let his friends date her. She only sometimes liked that. The guitarist in his band had liked her for a long time and she didn't know how to tell her brother that she'd been with him. She couldn't tell him. She didn't know what he'd do. She truly admired Tom, that was his name. He was clever and talented, full of wry humor. She'd slept with him. And she liked that too. Riley wouldn't understand that. He'd go primal and beat up Tom for it if he ever found out. But he'd have to, eventually, if things got serious enough, wouldn't he? She tried to not to think about it and floated onto her back. The sun beat down and reflected off of the water. Her skin burned easily and she realized she probably shouldn't be in the sun without any sunscreen on. "I have to go inside." "Why?" he asked. "I'm going to get sunburned." "OHHH, shit. Good idea." He had the same semi fair complexion, though he tanned much better than she did. He lifted himself out of the pool on his arms; the slight muscles he'd developed from drumming so much showed up beneath his shirt. Kristyn had gone inside. ~~~ They were eating dinner late that night. All of the unpacking had gotten in the way. All three of them had showered and donned their pajamas, since it was nearly 9 o clock. Mary Ann yawned. "Ok, I made the food. You guys do the dishes." Riley whined a little but clammed up when Kristyn kicked his leg under the table. Their mother had to be tired and a little vexed, being in the empty house that had belonged to her late mother. "Thank you." She retreated into the master bedroom and left the two of them to finish the meal. Riley was quiet, sitting cross legged on the kitchen chair in a pair of thin sweatpants and a white teeshirt. He stared at Kristyn, who played with the pasta on her plate silently. He hair was tied back in a low bun, sitting in a messy curly ball at the nape of her neck. She was wearing a pale pink camisole and floral pajama shorts that hardly covered her thighs. She'd had them forever; there was a hole near the elastic on the hip. Riley looked at her, benignly at first. But he hadn't really noticed, for some reason, until that moment, how pretty she was. Her eyes pointed downward and made her look sad, her narrow chin making a poignant shadow on the place mat next to her. Her shoulders jutted out and she leaned on the flat part of the insides of her wrists. He stared, much less benignly, at the dip between her breasts. Christ, he thought. What happened to her? He turned away from where he'd been focusing a moment later, feeling a little ashamed. It was probably normal. She was female. It wasn't like he wanted to do her or anything. He was just noticing that she'd grown up a little... She bit her lip and it was only then that he noticed she was crying. "Kris?" She sobbed and wiped her eyes quickly. "Kris?" He moved into the chair next to her. "You okay?" she nodded. "I just miss Gram." "Me too," he said. She sobbed a little harder and a few tears fell into her half eaten plate. He wrapped his arm around her. "Hey its okay, come on." She began to weep then, hard. So hard she breathed choppy and coughed for air. He pulled her into his lap sideways and she wrapped her arms around his back. He used to hold her like that when she was a kid and she fell down or something, whenever she got hurt. Then he'd put a Band-Aid on her and they'd go back to playing whatever game they were playing. But it wasn't as easy as a Band-Aid this time. He held her very close to him and felt her chest heave, rising and falling, jumping with every sob. They had always been close, but in the months since their grandmother died (to whom they were both very near to), they'd gotten even closer. He stroked her hair and she calmed down a little bit, her muffled crying dissipating. She sat back in her chair again and looked at him. "Sorry," she said. Her eyes were bloodshot and electric blue. "Don't be sorry," he said. "I miss her too." She smiled faintly and picked up her dish, then the other two. He followed her and put away the leftovers, standing at the sink drying the dishes she washed. They finished and she attempted to put them away, but the shelf was too high for her to reach. "Here," he said, trying to grab them from her. "I can do it!" she said lightly. "Watch." He stood back and she climbed onto the counter, standing up on her knees and sliding the china into its place. He watched her shoulder blades move. The camisole rode up and he could see the dimple in her lower back. God what the hell am I doing? he thought. Shut up shut up. He followed her into the bathroom with two sinks and they brushed their teeth like they did at home, side by side. She tried to open her toiletry bag, but the zipper was jammed. She yanked at it and it fell from her hands, its contents spilling on the floor. "Idiiiiot," he said, bending down to help her pick up the spilled items. She reached for the rectangular package of pills but his hand got the them first. He stared at her blankly. "What the fuck is this?" He asked, staring at the package. Her pupils dilated and she could feel panic rising in her stomach. "Well?" He started to raise his voice. "I was going to tell you." "Bullshit." "I figured you'd find out..." "BULL FUCKING SHIT. Who?!" "I can't tell you who." "God damn it Kristyn..." He looked at the floor. She started to shake. "Tell me now. Right now." "I'm sorry," she said. She paused. "Why should I have to tell you?" She asked, suddenly. He glared at her. "Because you're sixteen and you're my little sister and I have a right to know who the hell you've been fucking!" he screamed. "I can take care of myself!" "How? Whoring yourself?! Being a fucking SLUT?!" She slapped the side of his face. Hard. He held the place where her small hand left a red mark. He was stunned. How could she do this to him? How could she keep this from him? They told each other everything. They always had. He raised his hand to the side of her face and slapped her back. She lost her balance and fell against the glass shower door. Her knees bent and she sat, motionless on the floor. He was absolutely enraged. She was crying so hard. Her nose was running and she was yelling at him but he wasn't listening. "It's TOM, okay!? It's Tom!" That part he heard. Suddenly he looked down at her and felt disgusted. He felt so sick he thought he was going to vomit. There was Kristyn in a sorry looking position, crying, scared of him. Who the hell was he? Why would he do this? He was protecting her, wasn't he? She'd slapped him in the face. But god he'd deserved it. Her hair had loosened and it was tangled and wet from the shower still, falling over her face, which was red and covered in tears. He stared down at her and reached out to her but she cowered away from his hand. "I won't..." "Don't TOUCH ME!" she screamed. "GET AWAY FROM ME, PLEASE, GO." He backed up towards the door and left her crumbled in a ball by the shower. ~~~ He'd fallen asleep late that night, thinking about how badly he must have hurt her. His chest ached from it. Tom was a good guy. Why had he acted that way? He just REacted. And badly. He didn't know what to do or how to make it up to her. He slept dreamlessly and woke up around 8 in the morning. His head was pounding and all he could think about was Kristyn. He got out of bed and opened the door to her room. He knew she wouldn't be awake yet. He crept over to the edge of her bed. She looked so peaceful asleep like that. He didn't want to see her expression change when he talked to her. He sat on the floor, waiting for her to wake up. Hoping it would be soon. Hoping she'd forgive him so he could stop hating himself. She stirred a little and opened one eye half way; the light from the window was shining into her face. He stared at her and she stared back. "Kris..." "I'm sorry," she said. "I know you..." "No. I should be sorry. I hit you. God, I fucking hit you." She looked down at her pillow. "I hit you too." "It's not the same. I deserved it." "No you didn't. I should have told you about Tom." "Tom isn't a bad guy. I don't know why..." "You were just being paternal or something. You know? Being the father." "I guess." "I know. I'm fine." "You can be with whoever you want. I'm sorry I tried to make you feel like shit about it. I just don't want you to get fucked over like mom did." "I know. That's why I have the pills." "Yeah." Neither spoke for a moment. She stared at his face while he looked at the floor. She could tell he hadn't slept well. He needed a shave and his eyes were heavy and bloodshot. His hair stuck up oddly from sleeping. He looked at her and smiled. His teeth were straight and white and his bottom lip was fuller than the top. "I want to forget that ever happened." She didn't know if she could do that right away, but she loved him. And she knew she was already forgiving him. "So you want to go swimming?" She asked. "Yeah. I'm going to sleep a little longer though." "That's alright," she said. "I wanted to lay out for a while anyways." He left the room quietly and she got out of bed, pulling the covers over, half neatly. She pulled her favorite black and white polka dot bikini out of her suitcase and laid it out on her bed next to the sunscreen. She pulled off her tank top. She rays of sunlight splayed over her half naked body and she closed her eyes because of the warmth. She put on the sunscreen quickly, running her hands over her stomach and chest. She glanced at the silver belly button ring and noticed it was missing a diamond. "Shit," she mumbled, tying the bikini top at the neck. She pulled off her shorts and turned around in the mirror; her stomach had a pleasant curve to it. She wasn't heavy at all, thin even. But she had a little meat between her hip bones, which showed up nicely as well. She tied the bikini bottoms at the sides and adjusted the triangle top, proceeding out the door. She reached the patio and felt the warm breeze as she opened the screened enclosure to the backyard. There was a lazy looking river running behind the house and just enough grass to lay in the sun and tan. She arranged her towel and sunscreen, putting on her white sunglasses and laying on her stomach. She nearly fell asleep when she realized the swimsuit would leave tan lines. She untied the top and resumed her relaxing. She laid for about two hours, read some Cosmopolitan, until her mother came outside and told her she was going to the supermarket. "Okay," she said. "Anything you want while I'm there?" "Nah." "Okay. Wake up Riley please. It's past eleven." She laughed. He was probably already up, but she retied her swimsuit and went back inside. The house was cool and dark. It was a pleasant change to be out of the heat for a moment. She went into her brother's room to find that he wasn't there. She heard glasses clatter in the kitchen and went in that direction. "Morning," she said to him. He was standing in his cut off shorts, shirtless, making lemonade in a glass pitcher. "Hey," he said. She walked around the island counter and leaned over the glass he was pouring. "Want some?" "Sure," she said. "Mom went to the supermarket." He nodded, glancing down at her. She watched him crush a few lemons. His shoulders flexed mildly. She liked how he looked. Her friends always talked about him when they visited her house. She never really looked at him that way, but something about the way he'd acted the previous night and the remorse he felt that morning changed her perception of him. She saw him in a different way, more of an outside way. Looking in from the outside and not outside from the in. His hip bones molded into a V shape, subtlety defined. He hadn't really played sports in school, but he looked fit enough. Better than some of the boys who did. She leaned on the counter, sipping the lemonade. "I'll meet you outside," she said calmly. She returned to her place on the towel in the grass, this time laying face up. She didn't take off the top, but she untied the strings around her neck so that they didn't mark her shoulders. She could feel the minimal support she got from the ties give away. The sides of her breasts fell a little from beneath the triangle top. She heard Riley jump into the pool a few minutes later and got up to join him, leaving her sunglasses and other possessions in the yard. She eased into the water and he watched her with amusement. "Why don't you just jump in?" He said. "Because." He crossed his arms and floated onto his back. She got in finally and reached for the basketball floating near his head. She shot for the hoop near the ladder and missed. She shot a few more times and missed all three. "You're doing it wrong," he said wisely. "Oh yeah?" "Yeah. Here." He stood up and shook his hair out, grabbing the ball from her. He made the shot. "Wrist," he said, demonstrating the movement. She aimed again and fell short. "Look," he said. He grabbed her arm from behind. Her wet skin slid under his fingers. "Like THIS." He moved her wrist accordingly. She shot and made the basket. "AH ha!" He laughed at the enthusiasm. "Got it?" He said. "Mhm." "Good." He lunged and snatched the ball, making a shot and picking it up again. She swam after him and reached up as high as she could. She wasn't tall enough and she leaned into him. Her chest pressed against his and he realized very vividly that she was nearly naked. His stomach started to hurt a little and he stopped teasing her, tossing the ball the other way. "Are you okay?" She asked. "Yeah." He wasn't though. He couldn't stop thinking about how wrong it was. He watched her from across the pool. "Come on!" She yelled. He waded towards her and tried not to think about it. But it was getting worse and worse. He couldn't handle touching her, even for a moment. He stole the ball from her finally and tucked it under his arm. But she jumped against his back and groped for it. It was too much. She knew exactly what was happening too. The funny part was, she liked it. She liked making him so nervous. She liked being the only one of her friends who knew him this way. She disregarded her position in his life for a second and stood facing him in the waist deep water, tossing the ball back and forth between her hands. She got closer and closer to him and every second of it was torturous. He knew it was wrong but it didn't feel that way. She knew the same thing but part of her physically wanted him. He didn't move and she moved so close to him that he could feel her breathing. Their foreheads touched; she could see the water beading off of the tip of his nose. His hands touched her arms and she breathed into his mouth. She stared at his burning face and he looked up at her eyes and grabbed the back of her neck, pressing his wet mouth against hers. And she kissed back. He kissed her hard and she slid her tongue against his. He shuddered and she felt his erection against her thigh. She moved closer until her leg was against him there. He buried his face in her shoulder, then between her breasts. She smelled like chlorine and coconut sunscreen and he kissed her there, pulling the bikini top away from her slowly. She breathed in a scared sounding way. He stared at her face and she stared back, holding his shoulders. He kissed her, almost violently and she dug her hands into his lower back. He pressed her bare chest against his and he could feel her heart pounding. He thought that somewhere maybe he wasn't the only one this was happening to. He couldn't be. He had to stop doing this, but he couldn't. He cupped her breasts in his hands and pressed against them. Her head fell forward into his shoulder and she rolled her hips into his as he held the sides of her face, sliding his mouth onto hers. She was shaking; he was still holding her swimsuit top. She'd never felt something so primal and intense. She moved her hand down his stomach and between his thighs. He let out a low vocalization, laying his cheek on her forehead. He gripped her wrist. "Please stop," he said weakly. But she didn't want to stop. She started to rub there. He was so hard it hurt. She squeezed and kneaded there and he hated that it felt so good.She moved faster, pressing her entire body into her hand. He gripped her breast and she breathed slow and rough. Suddenly he pushed her off of him and turned away from her, getting out of the water and going into the pool bathroom they fought in the night before. She followed him, suddenly feeling cold and naked, alone in the pool. He was standing in the shower with the water on. He'd taken off his shorts. She stared at the back of his naked body and pulled the door open. He turned around and looked at her painfully. She ran her hands through his hair and whispered something vague to him, kissing the side of his face once and again and then again, running her lip over his ear. He fell against her again. He felt as though he'd left his body and he was watching himself do the unthinkable. Kristyn kissed his chest, his collar bones. The water was hot; the steam leaked over the edge of the glass door. It was so foggy he could hardly see. She pulled off her swimsuit bottoms and spread her thighs over his knee. Her entire body was wet and hot. He forced her back against the shower wall and pressed himself into her, moving his hand down between her legs. She inhaled sharply. He slipped two fingers inside of her. She was tight and whined a little when he thumbed her clit. She gripped the back of his neck. He rubbed her hard. Her knees weakened and bent over his hand. He sucked the taught, wet skin on her neck, moving his mouth down to her nipple. He sucked there too and she moaned softly. He pulled his fingers out of her and turned her on her stomach, lifting her backside to his hips. She resisted for a moment but relaxed when he rubbed her stomach and kissed her shoulder blades gently. Her body arched and he spread her legs, her supple ass, sliding inside of her. Her entire body shook as he started to press into her. Over and over. She moaned and he breathed hard; he lifted her hips until she was on her toes. He slammed into her, disappearing into her wet flesh. She moaned louder when he moved quicker and harder. She could hear the sound of his hips against her ass. Her breasts moved up and down and he rode her, rubbing his fingers against her. Her legs opened wider and he grabbed between them, pressing hard on her clit, feeling the place he was moving into her. He sped up again, biting his lip, staring down at himself sliding in and out, opening her cheeks wider to see it. He gyrated his body and gripped her thighs and hips, moving up to her breasts. He sucked air into his lungs and lifted her against him, coming inside of her. She shook violently, rubbing herself, moaning. She came a moment later, her knees bending. He supported her, holding her stomach, pulling out of her. He laid on top of her, in the basin of the shower, breathing rough, regaining conscience. There was an unspoken rift between them now. They would never be the same. No Band-Aid could cover it. Current Mood: aggravated Current Music: Deftones, No Ordinary Love (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, September 15th, 2007
1:36 am [litterairygawd]	HEY! WHAT HAPPENED TO THIS COMMUNITY!? (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, June 20th, 2006
12:24 am [litterairygawd]	AGH It's Amie again. ANDDD this one came out of no where, but it's actually the best I've done in a long time. Read it and tell me if you think so. “You promise?” “6 o’clock. I’ll meet you.” He kissed the tip of her nose and turned around, waving to her and walking out through the doors. “Love you Jackoff,” she shouted to him. School had ended maybe an hour ago. She’d stayed for pointers on her English paper and he’d waited for her. It was Friday and she was ready to go home. She watched him walk off in his too tight rock star pants. God, she loved him so much. He was perfect. Quirky. Beautiful. She was or course too. She stood about 5’2 in a red button down sundress, open in back. She wore beaten sneakers with it, but she was too adorable for it to matter. Her hair was blonde now; she’d dyed it back for the summer time. She made her way into the bathroom. She didn’t live too terribly close to the school, so she figured she should go before she left. The bathroom near the natatorium hall at her high school was yellow and blue. It looked a little like a long, dimly lit corridor with stalls and sinks. She caught her slim reflection in the mirror, reaching into her purse to reapply the ends of her subtle cat eye makeup. She then proceeded into the last stall; it was bigger than the others. Just as she finished, the lights flickered and she heard the door slam and lock. There were foot steps coming down the floor, but they stopped and then seemed to retreat. Ruby thought nothing of it, flushing the toilet and buttoning her dress again, moving to the sink to wash her hands. “I always liked you as a blonde.” It was a male voice that sounded vaguely like Jack’s, but a bit deeper. She instantly knew who it was. She’d stopped seeing West about a year ago, after he’d gotten in a fight with Jack and given him a black eye and a broken wrist. However, he’d been a bit infatuated with her since that time, and the way he stalked around her in the halls at school made her nervous. But she played it cool, adjusting the right of her two lip rings. “What do you want, West?” “How are things with Jackass?” “Lovely. How have you been?” “Well. But I’ve been meaning to ask you something. And, you’re always avoiding me in the halls. And you don’t answer my cell phone messages. Or the ones I leave for Tom and your mom to give you at your house.” Her family had been ignoring West as well, because Jack was a close friend of her brother Tom. He’d become enemy number one. It was true that he’d been her first serious relationship. She’d lost her virginity to him and still found him attractive; he was nearly a foot taller than her, thin but still very strong, with eyes almost teal colored and a wide, white smile. His light hair hung in his face, and it was the only thing about him that she still loved. “Well ask away. I have places to be.” She dabbed powder on her forehead and nose. He watched her for a second. “Ruby?” “What?” “Is he as good as I was?” “What?” “You know what I’m asking.” “No I don’t.” West had a sterling reputation for being one of the womanizing types. Her heart jumped a little at the harshness of his tone. “Is he as good a fuck?” She turned to face him. “Since when is it your business?” “Oh it is, since I’m the first guy you ever did fuck.” “Like it matters?” “We fucked a lot, didn’t we?” “West. I’m going. Don’t ask me stupid questions anymore.” He leaned on the door and blocked the place where the handle was. “West. MOVE.” “I made you scream. Does Jack ever do that? CAN he do that?” She shoved him hard to the side and grabbed the door handle, but she’d forgotten that he’d locked it. Her stomach started to hurt. He came from behind her and grabbed her around the waist. “LET ME GO!” He wiped her short hair away from her neck and buried his nose in it. The scent was so familiar it excited him. “LET ME GO, LET ME GO!!!” He closed his big hand over her mouth and lifted her off the tile floor. “Shhhhh.” She bit down on his palm and he nearly dropped her, but it was really no use. He was so much larger than her that her hardest struggle did nothing. He reached down into his pocket, slamming her back against the first stall. She let out a loud gasp and he started to kiss her neck, lightly. He was so sure she’d go along with it that he hadn’t planned for any kind of objection. But, he always carried a pocket knife. His father had given it to him before he’d left for England, after the divorce. He flipped the fairly substantial blade out and held it a little skittishly against her collar bone. “Don’t act like you don’t…” “I DON’T, YOU BASTARD. GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME.” She was incorrigible and it infuriated him. “Fine. We’ll do it your way.” He dug the knife into her shoulder, not cutting, but enough to hurt her and make her whine. He laid his forehead against hers. “Look at me.” She didn’t and he forced her chin upwards. “Take off that pretty dress. Just so I can see you.” Her eyes were so angry and scared he almost felt bad. But he wasn’t very balanced; the id defeated the ego. He slipped his hand down against her chest, unbuttoning the first four or five buttons, revealing the light blue colored bra. He pressed his hand down between her breasts. She kneed him hard between the legs and lunged for her purse, which she’d dropped by the door. “BITCH! GET BACK HERE.” She pulled her cell phone our and pressed speed dial 4. He was stalking towards her. Oh god Jack please answer please please. The voice came on to the other line of the phone just as he reached her ankle. He pulled her towards him on her stomach, backwards, yanking her shoe off. She screamed, but he ripped off her other sneaker and wrenched her foot backwards. She yelped in pain as he picked up the cell phone. “Ruby?” The voice on the other line said. West looked at her and then at the phone, clicking the END CALL button. “Whoops.” She was crying now. No one was there; the custodians had just left the wing of the school they were on. No one could hear her. “Awwww, what are the tears for? We used to do this all the time, don’t you remember?” He played with the pocket blade and stared down at her. “See, I’m going to give you the choice.” “What choice?” she whispered. “Well, I think you know now that I came here with the intention of patching things up with you, maybe getting a little. But you just pissed me off, GOD, like you don’t even know. So now, I’m gonna get a lot. And if you don’t give, I take. Kay? Why don’t you just give? For old time’s sake.” He leaned down, close to her face. “So, you decide. Are we fucking down here, or do you prefer it on the wall… say… over there?” He pointed with the knife to the back wall of the last stall. “Please let me go.” He stared at her fairly honestly. “Take off the dress.” She cried hard. He jerked her arm up so she was standing; he slipped his fingers down her back, running the other hand down her neck. “It has been the longest time since I’ve seen you naked. You know? I dream about you a lot,” he said, working the dress up in the back. He curled his hand around her bottom, playing with her panty line. He looked down just as she lifted her knee again. He gripped her neck hard. “Don’t pull anymore shit.” She gagged. “You had your chance to make nice, Rube.” He loosened his grip and turned her head to the side, kissing down her neck very nicely, given the circumstances. He looked up at her bleeding eyeliner and wiped beneath her eye. “Look at this, you’re crying off all your make up.” He played with the buttons on her dress and twirled the knife in his other hand. She didn’t stop crying. He finished unbuttoning the front of the dress, putting his hands into the short cap sleeves and pulling it all the way off, so it pooled at her bare feet. “Tattoo?” He said, running his finger over her hip bone, where she’d gotten a star tattooed. She nodded., saying nothing. “You remember the one I had right?” He pulled his yellow tee-shirt off, revealing a rather large tattoo on his left shoulder blade. It was true that he had a beautiful body. He sort of leaned back and stretched, his hip bones jutting out towards her. She backed away and he grabbed her wrist, letting his lip slide over her shoulder. “See,” he whispered, “I don’t know why you like Jack so much. He hasn’t got anything for you.” She wanted to scream at him, answer him loud and mean and full of pride. But she couldn’t. They faced the mirror and he stood behind her, kissing her shoulder blades and her neck. She rolled her head to the side, involuntarily. She winced because, no matter what, it felt good. He pulled her against his stomach and she could feel his muscles shifting when he started to touch her torso and her arms. She just stared at her reflection, standing in the bra that he was tugging at. She looked empty to herself. His hands cupped both of her breasts and she shivered. He pulled one side of the bra down and traced around her nipple with the edge of the pocket knife. She whined and closed her eyes. She didn’t even know why. She didn’t want to see it. She didn’t want to feel it… “If I didn’t just get kicked in the balls, Rube, I’d say you’re enjoying this.” She did? She didn’t. He unhooked the bra completely and tossed it to the side, where he’d put the dress and the shoes. She stared at herself, at him feeling her up, like he used to. His mouth was hot and wet on her neck and she let her head fall back again. She hated him. But Jack never touched her like that. He was too sweet and gentle, always afraid of hurting her. West just did what he wanted. He sort of pinched her hip and she cried out a little. “The first time we fucked, you remember?” He asked. “I did that, I pinched you.” She remembered. She remembered that when he was inside of her, it hurt so badly. And she told him so. So he pinched her and said, “Now your side hurts instead.” He moved his hand down the front of her underwear and her knees buckled. He held her up and made some muffled comment about how she wasn’t crying as much. He looked at the reflection of the two of them and stared into her green grey eyes, sliding his middle finger inside of her. “Close your eyes,” he said. And she did. He pulled her wrist to the crotch of his blue jeans. She drew her hand away from the hard lump in his pants, shaking her head. “Please let me go,” she whispered weakly. He kissed her ear, the side of her face, then her mouth. He slid another finger against her clit and she moaned. “You love it.” “I don’t.” “You’re wet.” He pulled his fingers in and out of her, harder, quicker. She felt her body beginning to ache. She contracted and he breathed out against her shoulder. He groaned sort of low and breathy. She’d moved her hand to the crotch of his jeans; she hadn’t even noticed. He smiled with his eyes shut. “Here.” He pulled his belt out of the loops and unzipped the jeans. He was so hard, swollen against her back. “Stoppit.” He shook his head and hers fell back once again. He closed his hand over her naked neck, softly, pushing the other beneath the fabric of his boxer shorts. He started to jack himself off and she felt his wrist bump her back every so often. “Watch,” he murmured in her ear. He turned her around and leaned against the stall, pulling hard. He moaned loud on purpose, trying to make her want him. She watched until he came and then she turned around again, glancing at the door. “Don’t even think about it,” he said, abrasively. He stood, naked now, facing her. “C’mere.” She didn’t move. He walked toward her and pushed his thick cock into her stomach, pinning her hands above her head, kissing her hard on the mouth, sliding his tongue against hers. He bit her lip ring and started to lift her hips. She hesitated and he forced her backwards against one of the sinks, spreading her legs with his knee. He pulled her head back by her hair but she loved it. She couldn’t pretend anymore. She moaned loudly. “You want me.” He thrust his stiff cock into her and she cried out again, throwing herself forward onto him. He started to fuck her hard, like he always did. He gripped her by her arms and forced her hips into his. He rode her, thrusting so deep into her she nearly blacked out. He grabbed under her ass and pulled her to the edge of the sink. “Say what you always used to say.” “I…” She loved the sound of his groin slamming against hers. “Say it, please.” She held on to the edge of the porcelain sink. “Ah…. I…..” He dug his finger tips into her back. “Fuck me.” He moaned louder. “Fuck me, West.” He just felt so good. She couldn’t stop. Her body tightened and she came harshly, pressing her face into his sweating chest. He came a second later, slowing his pace, circling his hips, dipping his cock inside of her. Cum dripped from the place where he’d entered her. He pulled out and just stared at her, recovering. He pushed his mouth against hers again. “No one like me,” he said. It was the truth; she hated herself for recognizing it. He let her down off of him and she ran her hands through his hair while he held her tiny waist from behind. “No one like you.” Current Mood: devious Current Music: Death Cab, Expo '86 (19 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, May 19th, 2006
10:23 pm [litterairygawd]	PART 3 Here is the third and final part to the colored entries of mine below. I have a new story as well. I will post it either tonight or later this week. Probably tonight because I am, how do you say it... "in the mood". If you have not read the first two parts to this, I suggest that you do before reading this one, although it will probably do you justice on its own, based on the content of this particular part. Bon Lire, Amie He looked at her sort of halfway. "You take fucking long showers. C'mere, Billy Madison is on." She moved to the couch and sat cross legged next to him. He didn't know what exactly she smelled like, but whatever it was, it was completely intoxicating. He thought maybe to tell her that, but decided against it a moment later. He tried to concentrate on the movie, but he'd seen it a million times and Hayley was about a million times more interesting. She leaned forward on her knees and he followed the curve of her neck from her bottom to her shoulder blades, starting to wonder in the most unholy of ways if she was wearing panties, or a bra... The television blared and he stared at her laughing face, her wide, white smile, wrapped in pink lips. Her blue eyes closed sort of slowly and he turned to face the TV, watching her throw her arms up in a stretch from a side angle. She fell lightly to the side, leaning her head affectionately on his shoulder. Not suggesting, or so he figured. He saw it as a little sister's gesture, something he remembered from long family trips in the car when his younger sister Katie got tired. And then he looked down again, and it wasn't Katie. Hayley wasn't his little sister; he couldn't change that. And he didn't want to at all. He wrapped his arm around her, his finger catching on her tee-shirt sleeve. He hesitated a moment and then ran his fingertip across the place where the fabric met her arm. Her skin was so soft, light feeling. His stomach started to feel a bit needy and he hugged her sort of tightly against his side. That of course, made the tension all the more awful for him, because he could feel every part of her, every sigh she gave. He drew little circles on her upper arm and she began to feel a bit uneasy. Not in the bad way though, in the impatient way. She laid one hand on his stomach, beneath his ribs and they stayed like that, tucked together, for a few more minutes. She loved his heat in the cold apartment, but she rose to her feet. "I'm going to bed," she said. He nodded. "Room next to the kitchen." "Isn't there only one room." "Yeah, I'm very hospitable." She smiled. "I'll take the couch." "Sure?" She rocked on her heels. "100%," he said, adjusting the pillow under his back. "Alright." She picked her acrylic fingernail. "Well, thanks for getting dinner and putting up with my obnoxiously long shower and just… me in general." "No problem at all." There was a silence and neither of them moved; they only stared at each other. In a sudden gesture that she'd actually been planning, she leaned down and pressed her pretty lips against his face. She stayed very close after that, placing another on his forehead, breathing out. He had shut his eyes, but he opened them again and wiped the messy fringe out of her eyes, fastening his hand around the back of her neck. He pulled her mouth against his and kissed her hard. She didn't breathe at all. He kissed her again, this time pulling her onto his lap. She brought her hands to the sides of his face and slid her fingers down the back of his neck, beneath the collar of his tee-shirt. He gripped her wrists suddenly and she lunged forward, kissing the underside of his chin. He threw her off gently. “Don’t,” he said. She kissed his cheek. “Please don’t.” She buried her face in the crook of his shoulder, moving her mouth back to his, inhaling his hot breath. Her face was pressed against his, cheek to cheek. It was nearly intolerable to him that it didn’t feel wrong. It should have felt wrong. She ran her hands through his hair and forced her hips onto his. He tried to wriggle away from her, but it was impossible because she felt so good. And she was getting him so hard. Incidentally, the fact that he was completely hard made it even better for her. She’d started to roll her hips against his, even though he turned his head when she tried to kiss him again. “I don’t want you to sleep on the couch,” she said, sliding her tongue against his ear lobe. He faced her and she held the sides of his face. They just stared at each other, breathing rough, stomach to stomach. She began to kiss him again, but he pinned her beneath his body. He listened to her breath quicken and skimmed the roof of her mouth with his tongue, which, in addition to being a little longer and wider than most, was pierced through the middle. Her body rose to meet his and she searched for where he was placing his hands. She found them beneath the small of her back and yanked on his forearms. He lost his balance and fell on top of her, but she didn’t mind; she directed him to the inner sides of her thighs and then to her hips. He kissed her, almost violently, and felt her shudder underneath him when he laid his hand on her groin. He played with the elastic on her pajama bottoms, pushing her tee-shirt up over her breasts. Her stomach heaved and he kissed her hipbones, closing his hands around her full bottom. He’d been so preoccupied with the feeling of it that he’d forgotten that the top of her was almost completely bare. She pulled the tiny shirt over her head and drove his face to her chest. He pressed his ear between her breasts; her heartbeat was fast and heavy, like her breath. She looked down at him and he reached up, pulling her hair out of the wet, messy ball so that it fell over her shoulders and breasts in golden loops. She looked like something mythical, some kind of unearthly beauty. Her back bent and arched as he touched her body, her breasts heaved as he felt between them, thumbing her nipples. He kissed after he touched, tasting her sweat, the lilac oil she’d put beneath her breasts in his bathroom. She tugged at his shirt in the most human way possible and he crossed his arms over his stomach, removing it that slow, teasing way she knew from the movies. He leaned against the couch and stretched out; the muscles in his chest and stomach caught her touch. She traced her fingers down the V line of his hips, running her nails back up his body, slow, with force. He let out a tense breath, grabbing her wrists and pulling her body against his, fastening his hands around her back, rubbing the length of her body, hip to breast. Her stomach started to hurt in the lowest place. In a somewhat quick, fiery motion, she thrust her hand between his thighs. He groaned unexpectedly and she began to stroke him there, back and forth. He closed his hand over hers and moved it faster, squeezing harder. She started to work the zipper and the belt buckle, but he threw her off, standing up. He started down at her and held out his hand. She took it and he bent down, pulling her entire body up over his shoulder. She laughed, unabashed. He sort of jogged to the bedroom, throwing her on the unmade queen sized bed. She opened her arms to him and he sort of fell on top of her, working the pajama pants down and pressing himself against the wet spot between her pearly thighs, driving his erection against her. She felt it fully through the jeans, but he began to unbutton and unzip them because it ached, pushing against the denim. He tossed the belt aside and let the jeans drop, kicking them off into the closet. He just stood there and let her stare for a moment, because she’d never seen someone like Lee like that. Naked. He pulled his boxer shorts off and she wondered sincerely how it would fit inside her. She stood up too, pulling the damp, cherry patterned panties off and kicking them towards him. He hugged her firmly, his stiff, bare cock against her belly. She took it again in her hand, this time alarmed by the flesh and the heat. But it felt so good and right. She pulled on him, softly and he gripped the back of her neck, breathing heavy into her ear, moaning a little. She flicked her wrist and his hips rocked onto her hand, barely at first but then quickly, fast. He pushed her back down into the mattress and she pulled faster, harder. He started to moan a little louder. He never made much noise on his own or with most other girls, but this had to be an exception. Besides, he could tell it was getting her off completely. He came a fair amount, more than usual for just being jacked off. He felt a bit cheap though, like he hadn’t been paying much attention to how incredible she actually looked, and was, for that matter. He kissed her a little bit and laid her out, pushing his knee between her thighs. He cupped her backside and her legs fell open a little. He rammed his knee a little harshly into her. She moaned fairly loudly and he started to work her body, sucking and biting around her nipples, which were throbbing. She started to shake a little when he thumbed her inner thigh, removing his knee and staring at the open, wet slit. He laid his finger tips against the outermost part of her and she cried out, tightening her legs. She was so tender that even the very lightest touch made her whine. He moved his forehead to her thigh and stared at her tight cunt. He could see her pulsing and inhaled the scent, pulling her bottom apart a little to see clearer. Her pink lips opened and he kissed just on the outside, the top. She whimpered softly and slipped a hand over her right breast. He slid his tongue inside of her, over her swollen clit. She cried out at full volume, pulling on the bed covers. He blew into her a little, just to test the reaction. It wasn’t as strong as before. He thrust his tongue inside of her and she moaned again, her hips bucking against his chin. He held her down and sucked her begging cunt until it almost hurt. He slipped his middle finger into her and pulled back, again and again until she rode his hand hard. She wondered, before she came, how many girls he’d done this to, to be so good at it. Her climax was heavy and she lay still completely afterward, watching him get up on his feet, wipe his mouth and turn towards the door. She followed him and grabbed his back. “Where are you going?” “Couch.” “Why?” “I can’t do this.” “Do what?” “You.” He half smiled, sarcastically. “What?” “Moral objections.” She rolled her eyes. “Well what the hell is it then? Do I have an ugly…” “No.” She kissed the side of his face, her lips catching on the 5 o’clock shadow. They sat nude, side by side on the end of his bed. “You remember when I met you in Texas and we talked for a long time?” She nodded. “You told me what you wanted? You know?” “And I said all that shit about kids and dogs and a husband and being a virgin until my wedding and all that.” “Yep.” “Don’t take it seriously.” “Yeah, but you were serious.” She touched his shoulder. “Lee, look at me. Things change.” She kissed his mouth. “If I didn’t want this, I wouldn’t have kissed you at all.” He shut his eyes and let her push him back. “And did I tell you?” “Tell me what?” “You’re the best kisser.” She said, touching his chest, and then his stomach. She closed her eyes and laid her forehead against his. Soon she was beneath him again. Her legs spread and he seized her hips, placing the tip of his cock inside of her, just barely. She made a slight “ahh” type of noise, like she’d cut her finger. He didn’t want to hurt her, but it was inevitable. He pushed into her and she cried out, grabbing the back of his neck. He stroked her hair, which had pooled around her head like a halo. He started to pull back and noticed she’d started to cry. “Oh Jesus.” “It’s ok. Please.” He thrust back inside of her and felt her loosen a little. She kept moaning. She ran her hands down his back, over the muscular flanks of his backside. She pulled him inside of her, deeper. It was a desperate mix of pleasure and pain. She looked at him and shut her eyes, wrapping her arms around him. He held her up a little and she buried her face in his shoulder. He started to fuck her at a steady pace, and it began to feel easier. She still moaned in partial pain, but her stomach was beginning to feel full and hot again. He sat up a little more, immersing himself in her. He caught her clit with the edge of his cock and it got easier still; her tight slit was wetter, even slippery. He rode her, pulling back and thrusting deep, pausing for a second or so and pulling back again. The muscles in his ass flexed and she squeezed him harder. He gripped her breasts and felt himself beginning to come. He let out a profound groan, fucking hard and fast, even more than before. He started to moan loud and deep. She whimpered and cried out at the same time. He came inside of her and she pushed back on him, forgetting about being responsible. Her insides tightened and she came a moment later, reaching down and feeling the place where they connected. He lay inside of her for a second and pulled out, cleaning the come and the little bit of blood off of himself. She lay with her legs spread open, looking down at her body. It wasn’t pure anymore, it wasn’t the same. She turned to the side and faced him. He wiped the hair out of her face and held her to his chest. She started to cry there, in his arms. “You okay?” He whispered. She smiled weakly and nodded. “Did I hurt you?” “A little.” “Sorry.” “It’s not that bad. It’s good, actually. Now it’ll never hurt again.” “Maybe.” He stared at the ceiling. “Sorry I ruined your bed sheets.” He laughed, kissing her forehead. “Are you tired?” “Yep.” “Sleep.” Current Mood: happity Current Music: Death Cab for Cutie, Summer Skin (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, May 29th, 2006
10:44 am [meet_me_in_bed]	The room was full of cigarette smoke, people, sweat, abandoned drink bottles and a loud thumping bass that made your heart jump. Giz was drunk off her ass, silly drunk, almost coma drunk. She was sitting on a vomit stained couch, laughing at nothing. Her tiny skirt had ridden up, and Hub could almost see Giz's panties. God he wanted to see them. Not only see them, touch them, lick them, tear them off. He knew Giz wouldn't let him, her perfect little red mouth set in a straight line everytime he asked. Those big blue eyes full of wonder and perhaps a 'yes' but that mouth said no. Her hair was in braids tonight. Two bright, thick blond braids falling over her shoulders, coming to a wispy end at her pink, pert nipples. He knew they were pink and pert because the white mesh tank top she had on betrayed them. Hub was standing in the middle of the room, a beer bottle in his hand, fresh from the bong set up in the other room. Giz was beautiful tonight, her cheeks were flushed and her legs seemed to go on forever. Suddenly she bent over double, retching. Nothing came out. Hub rushed over, put a hand on her back. "Come on, let's go to the bathroom." Giz smiled weakly at him and put an arm around his shoulder. She was slim, he could have carried her, but he slipped an arm around her tiny waist and guided her to the bathroom. Someone was snoozing on the floor, and Hub kicked him before setting Giz by the bathtub. The snoozer left, mumbling obscenities. Giz mumbled a thank you as she bent over the tub, dry heaving. Hub stood by the door, shutting it tightly, locking it quietly. Giz wiped her dry mouth and leant against the cool porcelain of the toilet. "Gosh Hub...What would I do without you?" She smiled, that red red mouth saying "yes, yes!" Hub knelt beside her. "I dunno, Gizzy...I dunno what'd I'd do without you." He reached a hand up to the back of her head and kissed her on her bright red lips. Her blue eyes widened and she pulled away. "Hub, what--?" She couldn't finish the sentance, Hub closed his mouth over her's. She tasted sweet, vodka and cognac in her mouth. She closed her eyes against him, her arms motionless beside her. Hub was excited, his kissed his way down from her mouth to her neck, his hands tugging on her braids. She slid a hand up to his skinny chest and pulled at his shirt. He let her take it off, and he pulled off her mesh tank top. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. He struggled with his trousers, unbuttoning them, yanking down her her skirt. "Oh god, Giz." Hub exclaimed, his erection springing out. Her blue eyes widened and she turned around, stomach and breasts on the toilet seat, her little ass turned to him. Hub knelt, putting his hands on her thighs, and guided his cock into her pussy. She clenched her jaw. "Oh, Hub..." Hub pulled her onto him, and started fucking her in a semi-fast rhythm, her ass making a slapping noise as it hit his pelvis. She grabbed onto the toilet seat and moaned. "God, Hub!" She yelped, her clit being brushed with his slippery cock with every thrust, with every pull, it was pushed against the cold porcelain of the toilet. Hub couldn't believe how wet she was, and he strained into her, his cock aching. Suddenly she came, and she spasmed. He held his breath and tried not to come, it worked, and she collapsed on the toilet. "Hub, Hub..." She said weakly. He pulled her up, facing him, and kissed her, a finger sliding down her clit. "Hub! It's so sore! Stop, Hub, oh god, stop!" he fingered her mercilessly, and as her little pink pearl exploded again, he moved her quickly, shoving her against the tub. Her head hit the edge. "Hub...ow..." She reached back to her head and touched where she'd hit. Her hand came away red. "Hub, I'm...bleeding..." She said weakly. He'd lifted her hips and rammed his cock into her. She moaned as he fucked her pussy. "Hub, stop, I'm..." She faltered and her head fell limply against the tub as Hub leaned over her, breathing hard, his pelvis thrusting his cock into her sore pussy. She went limp everywhere, and Hub noticed it when she stopped clenching around his cock. "Giz?" He said, brushing sweaty hair from his eyes. "Giz, sweetie?" He let her go and she slipped onto the floor, blood smearing from her head, a trail on the tub. "Oh god, Giz?" He grabbed her and set her in the tub, she looked more comfortable there. There was a faint blueish tint on her red red lips. Her mouth was open, slightly, in an 'oh' shape. Hub stepped over her, he knelt, straddling her. "Giz? Giz, oh god oh god, Giz? Gizzy?" Her chest wasn't rising as it should. He leant over her, his hear to her little red mouth. As he did so, his still-hard cock brushed against her pussy, which was glistening with her come. He sucked in a breath and looked at his aching erection before looking at her perfect face. He grabbed her hips and pushed his cock into her. He fucked the unresponsive girl harder than he'd fucked anyone before, her head bouncing against the side of the tub. He pulled out just as he was going to come, and he crawled up her body. He took his aching, swollen cock in his hand and jerked himself off, putting a hand behind the cold girl's head, he came hard, and spurted white gooey cum over Giz's face. He opened her jaws slightly and stuck his flaccid cock in her mouth, her wet mouth turning his limp penis into a hard, swollen monster again. He gently fucked her mouth before moving back down to her swollen pussy, sliding his cock into her tight hole. He could do this all night, meanwhile Giz's brain was shutting down from lack of oxygen. (16 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, April 29th, 2006
10:51 pm [litterairygawd]	Part 2 Howdy kids. Here is the second piece to the pink and green story a few entires down:) third part is written, but I'm much too tired to type it out right now. Enjoy. -Amie They pulled to the drive thru window of the Taco Bell (the one near to his apartment). They'd spent the entire ride talking about live, money, college. Hayley was one o those remarkable people that years had no effect on. Not in the sense of her age; her body has changed slightly since the last time he'd seen her. The Monroe curves he remembered had become even more obvious. She did not change about friendship, though. It seemed to Lee as though they'd seen eachother only days before. There isn't a man alive who wouldn't be intimidated at the sight of Hayley, regardless of her youth. the lightness that came with all the beauty made her sweet and casual, easy to love. At that moment he didn't really think that was anywhere near what he wanted. He wanted what was tangible. The speaker at the drive thru was broken and emitted a strange static noise that reminded the both of them of something like flatulance. "I can't hear you," Lee shouted into the speaker. It blasted back into his ear. "Quit ripping in the mic, man." With that remark Hayley lost complete control. She laughed... and he laughed a moment later. "I'm driving around." "We'll just go in," she said between deep breaths of comie recovery. A moment of silence passed the act of putting the car in park. They looked at one another and then suddenly a tumultuous wave of deep laughing erupted. Her body heaved as she giggled in bursts of high pitched, breathy laugh. His laugh was more of a vocal explosion and it made her lose control even more. After a few moments they wiped the good tears from their eyes and finally got out of the car. Lee didn't open the door for her. he began to walk towards the building. She respected it though. It was just the way he was, his style. And honestly, she admired the bit of badass he had going for him. He did, however, hold the door for her on the way in in a gentlemanly way. They stood in line and he rubbed his scruffy chin, looking at the menu. "The tacos never look that good when you actually get them," she mentioned, brushing her long, loopy curls out of her face. "I think, but this is just my theory, that they photograph plastic molds of the actual food so it looks better and doesn't smell nasty after sitting out all day in a studio." "Oh please, they're just lazy." He traced the outline of her face as she read the selection. Soon the line had moved them up. He picked up the tab for the bean burrito and 2 beef tacos. They sat at a two person booth against the front window, watching each other eat. Both were too hungry for any more conversation or tiring laughter. "You know, that was once alive," she pointed out to him. "MOOOOOOOOO." "Ew." He looked down at the pieces of beef that had fallen on his tray, extending his finger. "This here, was once a leg. And this was a nice, tender..." He could tell he was making her uncomfortable. "Oh, Hayley COME ON." She looked down at the table top like she was about to cry... or vomit. "I'm... I..." she stuttered, sniffing. "Oh JESUS..." He got up and scooted into her side of the booth, tapping her shoulder. "I'm... I'm... NOT A VEGETARIAN." She reached over onto his tray and pulled the half eaten taco off, finishing it in front of his face. He started to laugh. "Bitchhh." She smiled. "Agh, there's cheese on your face." He pulled a napkin from the dispenser on the table top and rubbed it on her pink cheek. "Thanks, Dad." He proceeeded to tuck it under the front of her blouse like a bib. His hands brushed her collar bone and her pulse raced with the feeling of them that close to her chest. His hands were warm and rough. He moved away slowly and went back to his dinner on the opposite side of the table. She wanted to pull his hand back to her, underneath, further down. She quickly disregatrded the though and ripped the napkin out of her shirt. He finished and rubbed his hands together. "Home?" "Yeah. I'm dead tired." The air outside had gotten colder and she nearly fell asleep on the way to the apartment, which was hardly a step away. They walked up three floors to 319 and he opened the heavy, crappy looking disheveled lock. The inside of the flat was modest, bachelor esque. Hand me down couches, a big TV he'd taken from home, a tiny kitchen. He'd cleaned the night before so shoes weren't lying around and empty coffee mugs weren't scattered on the various small table tops. There was a big window across from the entry with a courtyard view. "Sorry if it's cold," he said. "The central heat in this place is shit." She nodded. "It's ok. Kindly direct me to the bathroom, Sir Harper." He put his hand on her back and turned her to the left, giving her a tap. The door was down a narrow hall, almost directly in front of her. "That was easy." He handed her the suitcase. "Thank you. AGH I hate airplanes. All of those people sneezing in one place with only so much oxygen to go around." He grimaced. "Get in there, now." She closed the door, not bothering to tamper with the old lock. She stared at her reflection in the mirror, breathing in deeply. The tiny room smelled of damp soap and men's cologne. It's the smell married women cuddle up to every night. She ran her hands through her tangled hair, reaching around her back to unzip the knee length blouse. It slid off of her and she stepped out of it, folding the glossy fabric neatly and laying it on the closed toilet. She removed her blue jeans and hung them on the back of the door by the size 6 tag. She ran her eyes over the familiarity of her nearly naked body. So this is what they all want, she thought. Hayley hadn't come to appreciate the attention she got from men for quite some time. It began when she was maybe fourteen, always a little ahead of her age. By the time she was fifteen her hips and breasts had developed to a level that surpassed that of most of her classmates and friends. She was too busy being fixated on love and marriage and the future. It wasn't until only a few months before her visit to New York that she'd even let a boy touch those sanctified parts of her. In spite of what she was so used to wanting, though, being with Lee... in his bathroom, in his apartment, made her excited in all senses of the word. She'd never looked at any guy quite the same way as she looked at Lee; at his pointed nose and chin, his grey green eyes, the way his arms looked when they moved and how his pants tightened in the back when he'd bent to get her suitcase. She wanted to know what he felt like, desperately. She'd come of age, finally seeing all she'd been missing as a result of her constant preoccupation with what was to become of her when she grew up. She'd focused to much on it that, until only a short while ago, she hadn't been doing much growing. She ran a slender hand up her stomach, hip to waist. For the first time she felt very womanly, grown up. She placed her hand on her ripcage and moved it up over her left breast, pulling the nearly sheer fabirc of the bra aside until she could see the edge of her own peach colored nipple. She lifted a thumb to it, pulling the other side of the bra down so that it hung around her shapely waist. She stared now at the fullness of her chest, the perfect roundness of each breast. Turning to the side, she held her breath. Out of the million times she'd seen her own naked body she handn't noticed how exceptionally well formed she was. The air was cold and she caught a mild chill, her slightly erect nipples becoming completely hard. She crossed her arms for a moment, sort of abruptly, then moving her hands down to her hips and latching her index fingers around the strings of her bikini underwear. She pulled them down, eyeing her completely nude physique. She pushed her hips back and ran a hand down the length of her torso, stopping at her navel. She'd only done it a few times before, really. She balanced her left hand against the edge of the vanity and slid the other between her thighs. Her stomach ached and she tightened the grip she had on herself, gazing blankly into the mirror. She began to rock her full hips slowly against her hand, creating a strong, paced rythm. The pressure from pushing against the vanity cabinet was enough to make it good enough to shut her eyes. She did so, inhaling sharply, pressing down on her clit, quickening her movement. Her breath came in short bursts. "Hayley?" He knocked on the door and she witchdrew her hand in a panicked rush. "Hm?" "I forgot to tell you that the shower knobs are backwards. Hot is cold, cold is hot." She said through the door. "Thanks." Her head fell back and she moved sideways to the shower, twisting the white handles on, forgetting to finish what she'd started. A few moments later steam rose from behind the navy blue shower curtain. The hot water surrounded her as she climbed in, the comfort of the dim lights making her feel safe again. The water pressure was steady and it felt so good beating down on her. She pushed her chest forward towards it; the feeling excited her rosy nipples. She coundn't control the feeling that reconsumed her and she repositioned her hand where it had been before, between her legs, this time inserting her middle finger. Her muscles tightened and she let out a close to vocal breath, laying down with her back on the floor of the shower. The water pounded hard on her naked body and she squeezed her long, smooth legs together around her hand, rolling onto her fingers. She gripped her left breast hastily, letting out an involuntary moan. She paused for a moment, praying that he handn't heard her. She felt fine a moment later, deciding it had been drowned out by the water and the TV she knew he'd turned on. Shr resumed, rubbing hard on her slit, pulling her finger in and out, faster. Her hips bounced with her hand and she got up on her knees, the front of her body pressing hard against the back wall of the shower. She pushed herself into it, her breasts aching against the tile, which was not nearly as warm as the water. She rode her fingers steadily, moving the two she'd gotten into her deeper and deeper. She laid her forehead against the wall, breathing choppy and harsh. She began to come, clawing at the tile, squeezing her erect, hard breasts. She moved softly, rolling her hips against the water slicked tile, arching her back, raking her fingernails against her thighs and stomach. She laid with her feet on the shower drain and recovered. For the first time, she did not feel ashamed of what she'd done. Hayley threw on fresh panties and some navy sweats, rolled low over her hips. She neglected to put on a bra and simply pulled an old camp shirt of hers over her head, fastening her damp golden hair into a ball. The shirt was too snug in the chest, but she didn't see it as a con any longer. She dug in her bag for the lilac oil she always wore; she rubbed three drops on her neck, one on each wrist and one under each breast, running what was left on her hands through her hair. She then proceeded to crack the bathroom door open. Steam poured into the hall and after it cleared she could see Lee sitting with his feet on the coffee table, facing the television. Current Mood: relaxed Current Music: Imogen Heap, Hide and Seek (4 Comments |Comment on this)
2:16 am [wickedmistress]	PhoneSex I had been expecting her call, and waiting by the phone in hope that she would be calling soon. Just as I rose to get a cup of coffee the phone rang. Not wanting to sound to eager, I allowed the phone to ring three times finally picking it up on the beginning of the fourth ring. " What where you doing ?", was her first question. " Nothing,", I said, " I was just getting out of the shower". Sitting back down on the couch, I heard her move the phone to his other ear, and then his voice took on a deeper tome, " Really, so you are wet, and naked on the couch then hugh?" I smiled, and chuckling a bit I said I was indeed wet, and covered only in a towel. " Well then, I want you to do me a favor then dear okay?" I nodded as if he could see me , then she continued, " I want you to let you towel drop from your body, and as it drops, I want you to follow its path with your hand. Okay? Do you think you can do that for me?" She asked. " Yes " , I said. Suddenly I became very aware of my body, my nipples becoming erect at the thought of what was about to happen, the goose bumps forming on my arms and legs from the cool breeze that flowed through the apartment. Then as she asked me, I layed my head against the bach of the couch, and put my feet up on to the coffee table. " Now, I want you to pull your lips apart, and start to rub your clit in circles, while spreading your lips with your other hand , okay?" Now, my voice , deep with desire, was almost a whisper, " Yes, yes I will do that for you". " That is my good girl ", she said, " Now, I want you to close your eyes, and listen to my voice carefully as I tell you what I want you to do, and I want you to allow what you feel to come out from your insides through your mouth, in other words, I want you to tell me how good it feels, okay" Yes I had said, and scooted my rear out further from the couch so that I would be spread wide. " What are you doing now?" " I am spreading my legs wider, so that I can feel the wet slippery cum drip out of my pussy as I rub my clit" . I said. " Good, now I want you to take the fingers that are spreading your pussy lips apart, and pinch your nipple really hard". Obeying what she said, I continued to rub my swollen pussy, and pinch my erect nipple," Ohhh , that feels sooo good" I said. Spreading my legs wider, I then began to tease my self, pushing my finger one, then two into my pussy. Breathing hard now, he said," What are you doing now?". I am sticking my fingers up into my pussy as I pinch my nipples, and the motion of my fingers has my pussy dripping, I am so hot and wet. I feel my cunt contract every time I push my fingers all the way inside me." I said. Good, Now... Keep on pushing your fingers in and out of your pussy, " she said. And think of me watching you as you do this." The thought of her watching me, nearly made me come right then, and there," Ohhh yeah, you like my fingers in my wet pussy? Watching them move in and out, and getting more and more swollen with every stroke?", I said. " Yes, Now take those fingers in your pussy out, and start to suck on them, and use your other hand to rub your clit now". I did as he asked, and the taste of my own pussy juice in my mouth had me whirling. I knew she was trying to keep me in a controlled arousal, but with every thrust of my fingers, and every lick and suck of my fingers, I rely closer to orgasm. " Ohh yeah, my cunt taste so good," I whimpered, " I love it ". " Now ". I want you to stick your whole hand inside your pussy for me", With out hesitation, I began to push one finger in, than another, and another, until I finally had four of my fingers deep inside my pussy. Breathing hard over the phone, I could feel my orgasm rising inside me. I came loud, even at her protest that I had not ye been told I was allowed to. But I did not care. I was swimming in a hot pool of erotic bliss. And not even god al mighty could have drug me out at that time. After I came, and was fully spent. Shaking so hard I could barely control it. She said," I guess that you enjoyed it, and I know that since you love being watched, I had a few friends across the street on the balcony watching you. Stopping to see, I noticed a group of people standing on he balcony. They seemed to be waving. Embarrassed, and yet extremely turned on. I began to laugh. Yes , she did know me well. I said my good by, and went to sleep wondering what she had planned for me next. Current Mood: hot (12 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, April 25th, 2006
4:49 pm [meet_me_in_bed]	She was in a glass case. A black, plexiglass, case. And she couldn't get out. She couldn't remember how she got in. She looked at the faint reflection. Her long, blonde hair was curly and bouncy. She was slim, though her breasts were ample. Her pussy was shaven. She looked at the walls. She couldn't see anything through the black glass. There were round cuts in the glass, but she couldn't open them. She slumped against the wall. She was hungry. Theo stepped out of his stall, naked, into the room with the five others, Jack, Gus, Landon, Parish, and Tommy. He was nervous, but they all were. The man in the white coat led the naked men down a hall into a white room with a black glass box. "This box contains a beautiful girl, ready for your pleasure. When I hit this button, you will be able to see her." He pressed the button and the box was clear. The girl didn't seem to notice. "When I press this button again, she will be able to see you, but I will let that happen in a bit." He waved them forward. "Please open a hole and place your penis within." The guys each scrambled to a hole, opened them, and shoved their hard dicks in. The girl screamed, edging away from the walls. "I will now tell her that your ejaculate is the only edible substance she will attain during this time." His message boomed within the box, and the girl was wide-eyed. Parish spoke up. "Can we talk to her too? Like, direct her and shit?" The man in the white coat nodded. "And you may press this button to let her see the rest of you when you wish." He left the room. The girl tentativly put her hand up to Theo's cock, and she rubbed it. He moaned. Parish wagged his cock infront of her face, and she took it in her mouth gently. Tommy was squeezing his cock into the hole farther, trying to reach her shaved pussy. Suddenly there was a mechanical noise from inside the box and there was a harness around the girl's waist, shoving her crotch against the hole. Tommy shoved his cock into her slit and groaned. "Shit man, this chick's the best!" Beside him, Landon pressed the tip of his penis to the girl's asshole, and she winced. He rammed into her and she screamed, the sound being muffled from Parish's cock. Gus wagged his rock hard member infront of her hand, and she took it, jerking hard. She sucked Parish half heartedly, and, as if it had expected it, a mechanical hand shot from the box wall and latched onto the top of her head, shoving her face into the wall, making Parish's penis slide down her throat. She gagged, and the mechanical hand drew her head back and then forced Parish's cock down her throat again. He moaned and fucked her mouth to the rhythm of the hand. She was jacking Theo and Gus hard, and they were both bracing themselves on the box and bucking their narrow hips. Tommy was almost blue in the face from the mechanical harness shoving her ass and pussy closer to his cock, and Landon was fucking her ass so hard he was almost a blur. Suddenly, Parish moaned. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum..." He thrust into her mouth one last time before exploding into her throat, she swallowed hurridly before starting to suck on Gus, who cummed as soon as she took him in his mouth. White jizz dripped from her mouth and she licked it up hungrily. She started to suck on Theo, and he took care to shove it extra far down her throat, she almost threw up before he jizzed, getting some on her lips and nose. Tommy cummed in her pussy and pulled out, falling sideways from the effort. Landon fucked her ass hard and slow, blood trickeling down from her crack. And then he cummed, hard, grunting. When they'd all pulled out, Landon pressed the button so she could see them. She screamed. "GUS!" She screamed, "GUS...Why?!?" She started sobbing and covered her self the best she could. Gus looked at her, panting. "That's for cheating on me, Miranda. Who's fucked now?" (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, April 17th, 2006
11:48 pm [litterairygawd]	Introduction. Yeah that's right. You don't get the kinky part yet :x Hey! It's Amie, I'm back. New story. This is only the introduction though; I'm nice like this to keep you waiting for the sexy part ;) Get you worked up a little. Expect it in a few days, class gets in the way with all of my writing. ♥ Amie The airport termial practically overflowed with travelers. Most were young, kids on break from college. He was sure he fit in pretty well with the stirring mass of tan blonde girls and boys in long shorts. He hadn't left the city in years, not since his last family vacation in the summer of his sophomore year of highschool. He had only barely gotten enough time off of work to pick up his house guest from the airport. She'd only be staying one night; he was simply her ride from the gate to the city. She was eighteen, one of those pretty catholic school girls looking at colleges in the city. NYU or something, probably. He knew she was smart. They'd met 2 years ago in Austin, during South X Southwest. He'd offered her his jacket while she cried during a favorite song of his. They went for coffee the day she left for back home in Florida. And the day before he'd leave for New York. He remembered her so vividly; how she seemed so young and innocent and christian. He hated to think of her like that, like his little sister. But that was how she seemed, at seventeen. He'd grown up just the same, Irish Catholic parents and a nice suburban home. But he'd met the world before he'd met Hayley, and that was what irked him. She hadn't. He wondered if she'd stayed as angelic as she had been only a before. They talked often; letters, messages, phone calls. She told him he was her culture link, her "just so I don't get too sheltered" friend. She told him she hated when he smoked and that he should quit and shave once and a while. (He liked the five o 'clock shadow, regardless. It suited him too). She'd ask him how the sex was, he'd ask back. She was religious, sure, but she wasn't uptight. She looked as she was, like an angel with golden hair in long spirag ringlets, a rosy face and blue eyes, china pink lips and long lashes. She looked like Heaven as much as she believed in it. He arrived at the gate F3 and sat with his head set strung around his neck, caught in the grey hood of the sweatshirt he had on under his brown jacket. Beneath both of those layers, he sported a Ramones concert teeshirt he'd had since highschool. The same Chuck Taylors, the same old jeans. He didn't switch up much of what he wore. He knew he'd be sitting for a while; he'd come early to avoid some of the traffic. It was a losing battle anyways, but he was always thinking of what could be done to lighten the burden of the city. He watched out the window, children running in circles and pressing their hands against the glass to see the arrival of the jet. He stood up and stretched his back while the airline workers began to announce the arrival. A moment later people began to pour from the gateway; mothers with babies, young, tan kids from the south, grandparents visiting for Easter. And then a young woman with long blonde hair, tied back in a loose ponytail. She wore a pair of simple blue jeans beneath a tan sleeveless dress, long mahogany colored beads hanging against her collar bone. She hadn't noticed him yet. He watched her every move, how she walked, how she smiled at the little boy tugging her teeshirt, mistaking her for his sister. He watched how she rooted through her purse for the cell phone. He felt the call vibrate on his belt. He moved out from behind the airline desk and she noticed him immediately; he was about 6 feet tall, maybe a little taller. Hard to miss, regardless. Her face lit up completely at the sight of her friend, 3 years her senior at 21 but still young and attractive. He'd worn his light hair in that trim faux hawk she'd last seen him with. She smiled brightly and quickened her pace. She nearly lunged in to embrace him, burying her face in the shoulder of his jacket. He rested his chin on her head and took in the light vanilla and lilac scent of her hair. He remembered it from their first meeting; it was something he could not forget. He did not let her go too soon. He held her just as tight, lifting her clear off the floor. She laughed sort of loudly and swung her legs around his waist. "Miss me much?" She asked, looking straight at him. Her eyes made him nervous, the brightest possible shade of aquamarine, with rings of yellow. He looked down at the dimple in her chin and smiled. "Very much." He set her down and she left her right arm around his side, looking around at all the smiling faces that had seen her outgoing utterance of affection. He broke away from staring at her. "Have you got bags?" "Just the carry on and my purse." He nodded. She gave him a light shove in the arm. "You aren't saying much. Where's the chatty cafe boy?" The truth was, he was too completely distracted by her completely classic sex appeal. She had a way of making things like this seem very oblivious. Men stared at her everywhere she went; one glance and a gentleman at the least feels his knees sort of buckle. She walked out in front of him, just a little. He didn't mind it, it was a nice view. Even though the dress covered the perfect shape of her bottom. It was cinched at the waist, so her hourglass figure was in plain sight. She looked over her shoulder and motioned for him to catch up. She was a rare find, a masterpiece about to spend a night in his piece of shit apartment. He didn't like being crude, even in his own mind's eye. But he found himself mentally undressing her when she faced him in the parking lot, looking at the sky. It all started with the bra strap that had fallen off of her shoulder; it hung ever so slightly out from under the sleeve of the thin dress. She was freezing and that didn't help at all. The outline of what was underneath the linen fabric became prominent. The dress wasn't there a moment later. It was just Hayley in jeans and that pink bra. And then it was Hayley in jeans, the perfection of her cream colored stomach, hips, breasts, glowing in the half sunlight, her golden hair blowing over her shoulders. And then it was Hayley and the sky, and nothing at all. "Lee?" He snapped out of it a second later. "Hm?" "Are you hungry?" "Starving." He unlocked the door of the red Grand Prix. She tossed the luggage in the back seat with the hockey stick and the clean laundry sacks. "Your call, Subway or Toxic Hell." He put on his aviator shades and she put on hers a minute after. She wouldn't have made it obvious in any way, but she wanted something to happen so badly with him it almost burned her. He wasn't a Catholic boy from her highschool, he wasn't even like the boys she met at shows. He was more beautiful, somewhow. More complex. She watched his arms move, shifting the wheel. He'd taken the jacket and sweatshirt off so all of the well defined parts of his torso showed up faintly with movement. She had grown to love the day late shave, tracing the line of his profile. Her eyes grazed the pointed nose, the crooked mouth, the defined, poignant jaw. She moved down his neck, arms, body. She wished she could see more of it. She would see more of it. She wanted to. She had to. The sun reflected off of the lenses of his glasses and she sighed. Lee could be a movie star if he wanted to. He watched her full chest rise with every breath she took. Hayley could be a movie star if she wanted too. Current Music: The Strokes, Last Nite (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, April 11th, 2006
7:04 am [wickedmistress]	The Mistress Submissive Dynamic How can one explain to another of the bliss that occurs in a relationship such as this. It is without the benefit of skin on skin. sweated bodies millimeters apart. How would one with images of the Marquees de Sade allow Ones words to effect their opinion of what real pleasure is? Of what it can become? Will they believe you when you tell them that it can be so much more than you ever knew in your life? To take on a counter part or submissive, and tend to it, as one would a rose? Or train as efficiently as a thoroughbred. To give trust with out reason, and respect as a means of returning love by Your slave. Offering it endlessly, and truthfully. Without cause, but just as one would : Agape. To taste of the sweetness of bitter ambrosia. A mixture of cum sweat and tears. Tears that are so completely united in both ecstasy and painful pleasure, that you could never again imagine one with out the other. Like your first climax with the one you loved so completely. The tears where a union of trust, ecstasy, and un expected feelings, so strong, and so much, that it took you aback. And yet it is beyond anything that can be compared to the best sex ever. As you are pushed, and pulled you doubt yourself, often thinking that you are not as strong as Mistress thinks. Yet needing so, to please Mistress's effort, you allow your self no rest, and delve deeper and deeper, with out fear. As Her trust is the foundation on which you stand, you know that fear is moot, for Her will is what keeps you standing, and able to accomplish much. It is this that keeps you focused, and allow Her to take you deeper into yourself. This knowledge that She will allow you no harm, gives you the courage to do what you never thought you could do before. To those who have stepped to the edge of the abyss, and felt alive and not afraid, will understand this. It is that which is what unites Us in a unique and subtle way. As A Mistress uses Her subtle encouragement, to pursue inner growth, She also offers you a chance to be stronger than you ever thought possible as well. To become the woman that She see's in you everyday. As She continues to love you in erotic, and lustful ways, you want to please Her, and look to what you might do for her to make Her as happy as She makes you. As you are blind folded, with hands tied above your head. You feel Her breath against your neck, and Her smell strong, and pleasant. As She touches you in your soft wet spot, yet not with skin, you feel the breath of your Mistress breathing harder, and rhythmic .As in sync with your's. You live to make Her proud. To believe Her when she tells you that you are beautiful, and as you learn that she is infarct trusting, you soon begin to feel worthy of Her, and believe Her.Then you change. Just as She had said. Naked, blind folded, and not aware of your surroundings, yet assured and proud of yourself. This, you, Her accomplishment. To know with out being told,To hear with out Her Speaking to me, To feel Her mind fuck you as you never knew existed. The lack of touch sight and sound allow you the freedom to move out of my body. The clips spreading your pussy wide, and hanging by nipple piercing's, and yet, you are in another realm of erotic bliss. Ecstasy in a realm with hues, smells, and images. Alive, and real .As you rose to every new challenge, you became everything Mistress said she would would be, and as she stood. naked and splayed. she came in a way that is not of body, or physical, but of spiritual, emotional, and erotic. Your cum dripped , and heard as Mistress fingered Herself.. It is then that she knew what Mistress had meant all along. She was that woman that Mistress called beautiful, strong, and brave. She was that woman. And with Her guidance and strength, sheI was able to accomplish everything and more that she ever thought was possible. This is what it is to be the submissive to a knowledgeable Mistress as well as a Mistress to a willing submissive. No one part is greater than it's whole. It is a union of trust, guidance, and persistence. It is a partnership of ones will to control, and anothers desire to be controlled. It is no game. It is a life. A lifestyle that is often, to much for fearful, and safe vanillas to understand. For them. It is a Kink. For Us. It Is facing our selves, and liking who we see. (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, April 2nd, 2006
6:11 pm [catastrophic__]	first one He said he'd take me home. He didn't say much on the way. The windows were down. The windows were always down; his air conditioner was broken in his car. A lot was broken in his car, I noticed. My hair was going everywhere, but I could still catch him glancing at me every once in a while. I grinned. I never saw myself as pretty, and a boy, a very attractive one at that, was noticing me. It felt good. Skylar had soft looking full lips and thick, dark curls that fell into his blue eyes. His arms were thick with muscles, and I couldn't keep my eyes off of him once I realized he kept glancing at me. We pulled into my driveway and he put the car in park, his fingers brushing against my thigh as he switched gears. I shivered a little and felt my face get hot and between my legs dampen. "I'll walk you to the door," he said. I smiled and got out. His hand brushed my ass as we walked to the door. I wondered whether it was an accident or not, but didn't really care. I unlocked my door and thanked him for the ride. I tried to close the door, but Skylar blocked it and entered my house. He grabbed my shoulders and kissed me hard on the mouth. His tongue penetrated my mouth and flicked across my tongue. His hands slid down my arms and across my chest. He gently cupped my full breasts, his thumbs sliding across my hard nipples. He pushed me to the stairs. I tripped on the first step and fell backward, revealing my black lacy panties underneath my skirt. He snatched at them but I quickly covered up, scared. I had never been with a man before and he seemed so fierce... and yet I wanted it so bad. "Skylar," I said softly. He stared at me, and I backed slowly up the stairs. He followed until we were at the top and in my room. He pushed me onto the bed. "Get naked," he said. "What?" I couldn't believe he'd just ordered me. "Do it," he demanded. There was another look about him, a look I'd never seen on him before. I grinned and slowly took off my shirt. He reached for my chest and took off my bra for me. He put his mouth around my right breasts, his tongue circling my nipple. I heard myself moan softly as he nibbled gently, his tongue flitting quickly across my hard nipple. I ran my fingers through his hair as his hands reached for my skirt. He reached his hand under my panties and ran his fingers across my shaved pussy. I was so wet I was embarassed. His thumb pressed against my clit and he circled it. He then switched to his middle finger, and ran it across my clit faster. I made another sound and he kissed me, then before I knew it I felt his breath hot on the insides of my thighs. He ran his tongue up my pussy and licked my clit fast. His tongue flicked across my clit as his finger pushed up into my pussy hard. I gasped as he shoved in two, then three fingers, pushing them in and out faster and faster. Then he stopped. He shoved me onto the bed and unzipped his pants and took them off. He took off his boxers and stood above me. His cock was huge. I shivered. That was never going to fit in me. He shoved himself in, all the way. I screamed. He fucked me harder and harder, his hands pinching my nipples. I writhed beneath him in pleasure and pain, gasping for air as if I were drowning. He grabbed my legs and put them on his shoulders, pushing me back farther on the bed and fucked me harder. My head was hitting the wall with every thrust but it didn't even hurt. I ran my hands through his hair and he grabbed them and pinned them above my head, finding my nipples and sucking hard. I felt myself cum as I was suddenly filled with his hot cum. He kissed me hard again and got up. He didn't say a word, and pulled his pants back on. "Thanks for the ride," I said, panting. He grinned at me. "Anytime," I watched him walk down the stairs and heard the door shut behind him. Current Mood: crappy Current Music: Siouxsie & the Banshees (6 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, April 1st, 2006
8:41 pm [wickedmistress]	Erotic Phone Call I had been expecting his call, and waiting by the phone in hope that he would be calling soon. Just as I rose to get a cup of coffee the phone rang. Not wanting to sound to eager, I allowed the phone to ring three times finally picking it up on the beginning of the fourth ring. " What where you doing ?", was his first question. " Nothing,", I said, " I was just getting out of the shower". Sitting back down on the couch, I heard him move the phone to his other ear, and then his voice took on a deeper tome, " Really, so you are wet, and naked on the couch then hugh?" I smiled, and chuckling a bit I said I was indeed wet, and covered only in a towel. " Well then, I want you to do me a favor then dear okay?" I nodded as if he could see me , then he continued, " I want you to let you towel drop from your body, and as it drops, I want you to follow its path with your hand. Okay? Do you think you can do that for me?" He asked. " Yes " , I said. Suddenly I became very aware of my body, my nipples becoming erect at the thought of what was about to happen, the goose bumps forming on my arms and legs from the cool breeze that flowed through the apartment. Then as he asked me, I layed my head against the back of the couch, and put my feet up on to the coffee table. " Now, I want you to pull your lips apart, and start to rub your clit in circles, while spreading your lips with your other hand , okay?" Now, my voice , deep with desire, was almost a whisper, " Yes, yes I will do that for you". " That is my good girl ", he said, " Now, I want you to close your eyes, and listen to my voice carefully as I tell you what I want you to do, and I want you to allow what you feel to come out from your insides through your mouth, in other words, I want you to tell me how good it feels, okay" Yes I had said, and scooted my rear out further from the couch so that I would be so spread wide. " What are you doing now?" " I am spreading my legs wider, so that I can feel the wet slippery cum drip out of my pussy as I rub my clit" . I said. " Good, now I want you to take the fingers that are spreading your pussy lips apart, and pinch your nipple really hard". Obeying what he said, I continued to rub my swollen pussy, and pinch my erect nipple," Ohhh , that feels sooo good" I said. Spreading my legs wider, I then began to tease my self, pushing my finger one, then two into my pussy. Breathing hard now, he said," What are you doing now?". I am sticking my fingers up into my pussy as I pinch my nipples, and the motion of my fingers has my pussy dripping, I am so hot and wet. I feel my cunt contract every time I push my fingers all the way inside me." I said. Good, Now... Keep on pushing your fingers in and out of your pussy, " he said. And think of me watching you as you do this." The thought of him watching me, nearly made me come right then, and there," Ohhh yeah, you like my fingers in my wet pussy? Watching them move in and out, and getting more and more swollen with every stroke?", I said. " Yes, Now take those fingers in your pussy, and start to suck on them, and use your other hand to rub your clit now". I did as he asked, and the taste of my own pussy juice in my mouth had me whirling. I knew he was trying to keep me in a controlled arousal, but with every thrust of my fingers, and every lick and suck of my fingers, I felt closer to orgasm. " Ohh yeah, my cunt taste so good," I whimpered, " I love it ". " Now ". I want you to stick your whole hand inside your pussy for me", With out hesitation, I began to push one finger in, than another, and another, until I finally had four of my fingers deep inside my pussy. Breathing hard over the phone, I could feel my orgasm rising inside me. Then as if I had been waiting for millennium. He said " Now, Cum, you little slut, cum loud for me!". True to form, as my orgasm began my breathing hard turned into a groan, then I allowed the thoughts deep within me, to come spewing out of my mouth. My legs spread wide, and up on top of the table, I began, " Ohh , Yeah. I want you to fuck me hard, spread me over the table, and fuck me hard as others watch." Feeling my cum flow freely out of my swollen pussy, I felt the first of many contractions" Ohh , here I cum, my cunt is squeezing my fingers, and wishing it was your cock". I said, my voice deep with desire. " Do you hear me cumming?, Ohh Yeah, ". I said, " I can't ho;d back any longer.". With that I let loose of the deepest orgasm I had ever had. I am quite sure that the neighbors heard, but I didn't care. I was in ecstasy, and that was all that mattered. From that day on, I kept a recorder going all the time, just in case I would be lucky enough to watch the scene as it unfolded that day.. (Comment on this)
Thursday, March 23rd, 2006
4:54 pm [meet_me_in_bed]	The lights were ridiculously bright. They were hot, too. Amy thought her makeup was going to slide right off. There was so much makeup, too. She knew if she smiled, it would crease. She shaded her eyes and the director was waving her in a direction. She nodded and sat on the stool provided. The set was a bedroom, she sat at a fake computer and pretended to look interested. She'd taken this stupid job because she was dead broke and had to get out of her financial hole. It paid well, and whatever, maybe she'd get some kind of useful reputation. She took a deep breath as the director yelled 'action!' and everyone fell silent. There was a knock on the fake door and she looked up, hoping she looked like the director wanted her to. She hopped off the stool, her short skirt flashing the camera her pink thong. She was wearing a skirt and a zip-up jacket, with a matching pink bra and thong set. She opened the fake door and smiled seductivly at the man standing there. He was a lot bigger than she thought he'd be. He was supposed to be her character's boyfriend, she was supposed to be a Junior in highschool. She opened her mouth to greet him but he grabbed her wrist and clapped a hand over her mouth, kicking the door closed. Her eyes shot to the director, but she couldn't see anything because of the bright lights. The man dragged her over to the bed, throwing her onto it. She stammered. "Baby, what's wrong?" This wasn't really in the script, the boyfriend was supposed to pressure her, but not like this. He smacked her. "Shut the fuck up, bitch." Tears sprang to her eyes. What was going on. She opened her mouth to protest, to call to the director, but his hand was on her mouth again. He pulled off his shirt and his shorts, tearing her skirt off and upzipping her hoodie. He shoved his knee between her legs, spreading them obscenely. She saw the camera move in to get a better angle and she whimpered. "I'll make you pay, you fucking bitch." The man growled, grabbing his cock and shoving it in her face. Her mouth was open in fear, and suddenly she had a thick, 10 inch cock down her throat. She gagged, scrabbling at his stomach. After a moment of her choking, he pulled out and ripped off her thong, the cheap material digging into her skin. He lifted her legs and put them over his shoulders. She was sobbing, her ass was almost in the air. He pressed his cock to her shaved pussy and leaned into her. "You slut, you'll take it all." He shoved into her, she felt things tear and strain, and she gasped in pain. "Stop! Please, stop, stop!" She sobbed, pushing at his chest. After 5 hard pumps into her, he pulled out. "Let's give that ass some treatment, but first..." He leaned down and sucked on her clit, his hands twisting her nipples. She bucked her hips instinctivly and regretted it immediatly. He bit her clit and then lifted her up and turned her onto her stomach, he squeezed her D cup tits and scraped her skin, bringing her ass up to the height he wanted it. She moaned into the cheap pillow. "No, no no no, please!" She sobbed. He knelt behind her and stuck his dick into her ass. The camera was on her face now. She screamed in pain and screwed up her face. He fucked her ass hard, lifting her butt clean off the bed. After several minutes, he reached for her tits again. "You fucking whore, you love it, take it like the dirty, naughty slut you are." He squeezed her tits and pinched her nipples, making her squirm. He pulled out and turned her on her back again. He grabbed her tits and strattled her. He put his cock between her breasts and titty fucked her, until he came on her face. He came longer and harder than she'd ever seen. He grunted and milked the cum from his cock onto her face while she squirmed and cried, cum and tears and snot dripping down her face. There was a snapping sound and the director called it quits. "Good job, everybody..." (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Thursday, March 16th, 2006
9:32 pm [wickedmistress]	A Anal Experience I remember when I first saw my old man naked, we where getting ready to fuck, I took one look at him, and said " No FUCKIN WAY!!! I have no idea what you expect me to do with that, but I'm sorry because I can not help you". He laughed a long time, really hard gut laughs, and said "What's the matter baby, you never seen a cock this big?". Well me, being all of 5 feet 2 inches, and 110 pounds soaking wet, and coming from Hawaii, land of the Japanese, and Filipino syndrome(4-5 inch cocks), shock my head " OOhno no way"."Well", he said, " I promise I will be genital." Very surprised when he actually was. I was amazed! It took a while but I got used to him, and came like I never did before. Then I busted out the secret weapon. The Blow JOB!! He asked me to marry him after that, I said yes, and we are still together to this day. I used to say that size doesn't matter, now I say " Anyone who says size don't matter", never had a nice big hog daddy cock planted deep inside your pussy. And that is my motto to this day!!! Well anyway, as time went on, we got to be really addicted(ha, no pun intended), to each other, so he would find every excuse in the book to cum home for lunch. One day we sat and watched a porno with a chick on her hands and knees, waiting for her hubby.She heard him come home, and then said " Honey, please come and fuck me in the ass", in a real cherry voice. I said, " Yeah right!, As if some chick is gonna be all happy to get fucked in the ass like that, its so bullshit!". Laughing, *Kevin said, "Hey, watch what you say, 'cause one day you'll be begin me to fuck you in the ass!" "HA!!", I said, " No way, not in a million years." Thinking to myself, that he was crazy, I had just barely gotten used to his cock in my pussy. A couple of weeks later, I had been watching a porno alone while he was working, I got so horny, I pulled out the ICOED( in case of emergency dildo) and started rubbing it on my clit... We had mirrors every wall and on the ceiling, so I watched my self slide it in, and out of my pussy, loving it, spouting filth, and on all fours. I watch my self from behind.OH, that looked so good. My swollen pussy gobbling up a fat dildo, and I watched and all I could think about was how I wanted a cock, in my ass. Half an hour later, I hear Kevin pull up, and come into our bedroom. By then I was so wet, and aching that I can hardly keep my hands away from his pants zipper.As he stood in front of me, he took a big whiff, and said " Hummm, what have you been doing while I have been away?" Naked, and in front of him, I start to rub my tits, and pull his cock out at the same time. I then take him into my mouth, savoring every inch of him like it was the last cock I was ever going to have. Then when he was nice and hard, I said almost in a whisper "Baby, Please fuck me in the ass." With that said, a big smile came across his face, and he turned me around on all fours(Our bed was perfectly aligned for his height, he could stand at the side of the bed, and fuck me doggie style perfectly. I could see everything. His dick was as hard as a rock, he rubbed my wet pussy and clit a few times, making my pussy scream:" Fuck me!", But he only teased me with it, never giving me the entire cock. My pussy so hot, swollen, and wet. That it ached. I had a deep animalistic urge, a need to have a big fat cock stuffed into it.I begged again, and again, but he only tortured me more. Finally when I was screaming, literally, and begging "Please, please daddy, please fuck my ass...Please." I was almost crying from the ache in my cunt. When finally he slapped my ass real hard saying, " See you little slut I told you one day you'd be begging me", and he slapped me again.Then with that he thrust his cock deep into my ass hole, driving me forward, as a natural reflex to avoid it, grabbing my shoulder's, he pulled me back into place, leaning over me, and rubbing my swollen clit, he whispered in my ear, " There you little whore, is this what you want, hugh?", Nodding yes, because the ecstasy had me spinning, then he said " Come on you little bitch, tell me, do you want me to stop?". Shaing my head I almost screamed, " No, baby, no, please don't stop fucking my ass, I'm such a slut, and you where right, I am begging you, I am begging you to please fuck my ass with that hard cock of yours ". Whimpering now, because I know I'm going to cum, and I can see it in the mirror, my eyes are amazed that I am taking this huge cock in my ass, and loving it. I want him to cum with me, so I tell him, "OH God baby, your huge cock, it is just stretching my ass, pulling at my walls, and I feel it all the way through to my cunt baby, it feels so good... I feel like such a filthy little whore, and I love it." Now as he started to fuck me harder, and rub my clit, I told him " Oh yes, fuck me hard, and finger my wet swollen clit, your gonna make me fuckin cum." He started fucking me harder, and fingering my clit faster , and faster, and soon we were both moaning, the I was screaming, " Ohh Yes, yes fuck me, fuck my ass hard." And with that we came...It was so fucking good, that I wanted it again before I let him go to work. I have been an ass hound ever since. And now I say, "never say never". (Comment on this)
8:39 am [wickedmistress]	The Scared Straight Story Please Be aware> There is some stuff in here that may scare you straight as well. U Have been warned!! The Blind Date:I remember that I had a good friend that was forever trying to fix me up. It was a nice thing of her to try to do, but I am not a movies, dinner, and ice skate type of gal. But I finally gave in, as she had already told this guy that I would be able to make it. When I showed up at the restaurant, I knew immediately who the date was.... He was sitting in a corner, and looked like professor Nye, not a problem, but the guy would not say a word through out dinner, and I had begun to think that he might have a educationally challenged brain....As We got closer to my home, he stopped on the side walk in front of my door, and then said...." Well, you want to give me some head on the stairs, or shall we go inside?"...I was appalled. As if! What a dork! I never let my ex girl friend fix me up again.... My first blow job, I had been dating a guy from Australia, being 16 I knew nothing about the habits that should be taken when uncircumcised. Hell to be hoist I didn't know that there was a difference, but as I said, I was 16 and a " WOMAN ", so I took a deep breath, pulled back my hair, bent down on those guys flaccid dick, and suddenly I had a ring on my tongue. Yuck, as I pushed it around my mouth it started to break apart, for the life of me, I just could not figure out what kind of shit he had put on his dick. When I could take it no longer, I spit, and ....ewwww, gross! Anyway, I learned that night what furmundea Cheese was, and Sherman, all of which I thought wear squiglets. Let me tell you, I sware they exist! Anyway, so...Like the long bath thing...It is the only guarantee of any non spoiled produce getting past my lips. Just thought I would share that..... So help me, I was phobic for many years....16 to be exact!!! What is your worst experience (Comment on this)
Wednesday, March 15th, 2006
7:51 pm [wickedmistress]	The part Of Me She stands before me, I smell her moistness from here, I want her. But do I dare tell of the suffering pleasure I wish to inflect upon her ivory flesh? She is a porcelain doll, free of all marks, but not for long. Should I have her? Upon her round pale ass, the marks of submission to my hand. On my fingers, the smell of her wanting me. On my thighs, the wetness that drops from her eyes as she pled's for me to stay. Should I keep her? Around her neck, a delicate collar, hand made with obsidian and ivory beads. Upon her hip, my name to remind her, as well as others that betrayal is a severe penance to be paid. around her ankles, permanent kid leather straps for the sessions I look forward to. Upon my heart, the mark of a Mistress who has fallen in love with her . I will keep her, and swear by the Goddess to give her the moon and stars, I will keep her, and allow her the great mystery of my loins, and what she does to make then quiver. I will keep her, and give her that one thing I have left... My soul. And with her by my side, I will once again be whole. (Comment on this)
7:22 pm [wickedmistress]	Pennance For A Slave ashly knew that she had dissapointed me, and broken one of the cardinal rules: No talking back, in the presence of company. She knew that it was time for the retrain -ing, and I had opted for a sanitery hotel room instead of the traditional dungeon. As she entered the room, I ordered her to get into "present", which she did being the good trained girl that she was. I stood befor her,I dropped my coat, and allowed her to see the black leather merry -widow, and thiegh highs boots benieth. I knew this alone was toture for her, but did not allow her to budge one bit. As I noticed her eyes glance up ward I thwarted her rear wih my crop. "ashley", I said, "you dissapointed me this evening, I cannot have you dis obey me in the presence of others, how do you think that makes me look as a Mistress?" I asked, and again, cropped her rear, harder this time. Laying the crop at my feet, next to her face. I put a hand on her back, and began to spank her ass, until it gained a rosey appearence. Then, I asked her" I'm I right?" " Yes Mistress, " she replied, "You are always correct, and I am in need of your swift hand for correction," Walking around towards her back, I sled one of my boot tips into the crack of her legs, right inside of her pussy, standing up, and at attention. As I felt her lean back onto it, I slapped her hard again, and this time she cried out. " Now you little bitch, don't you dare think because I am enjoying, my boot tip inside you hot little cunt, does it men that you can!!, Do you understand me?" Not saying a word, she nodded, with her head bowed deep into the rug, I knew she was red, I could see her ears. Now she would understand that my kindness was not ever to be mistaken as weakness. Again, I stuck my boot tip into her, and wiggled it back and forth , left then right.I could feel her pussy juices wet on my boot, and I began to push on my cunt, wanting to stick my finger in it, I knew I couls not allow her to see my pleasure yet. Rounding her front, I stuck my wet boot tip, under her chin.." Now, lick it clean you filthy little slut!". Pushing it into her face, she was aprehiensive about licking the boot, bending down for the crop, I stuck the wide end deep into my wet pussy, and pushed it into her face.... "Dare and not lck your Mistresses love juices", her eyes began to water, the tears also began to roll." Tears will not take back all the actions that words did not speak. Now show me your pennance you pitch, or I will sell you to the first person to come calling". Now, with my boot under her chin she took it into her mouth as one would a cock, and slowly she sucked, and then licked the cummy juice that had been layed all over it. As she did this, I too felt my pussy be gin to flood with cum, and as I watched her ass wiggle as she gave my boot tip head, I stuck my hand into my thong. " Look!". I said, " Look what your Mistress needs now... I need something thick, and hard deep in my snatch". Seeing this, her mouth took on more erotic motion, and I got so I could take no more. Quickly I pulled the seat up against my legs, and sat down hard, bringing my legs up, and over the arm rests.Pulling at her collar lead, I dragged her face deep between my wet pussy, and spread my lips wide so that she would have acsess. " Suck my wet cunt you little tramp, , and you had better do it right, or I'll send you off to Alaska, and make you the whore for the whole town,"... Allowing it to sink in, I then said" Because really, that is what you are, just a whore with a leash". Bringing her hair, and gathering it into two sides so that I could pull on them, giving her a silent order to move forward, on all fours she obayed, As she kneeled on the floor, and had her head burried into my pussy, I brought the crop around her back, and down under her stomace. As I did this, I brought my booted leg down from an arm, and selectivly layed it between her legs. As I did this, I ordered her to sit her wet cunt onto my boot., She did, " Now moan you dog bitch, moan, I want to hear you", I said. As she brought me closer to my orgasim, I say her begin to fuck my boot tip with all she had, " Yes, you little bitch in heat I said," Now bark, I want to hear you as if you where a bitch getting it real good!!" Soon I could her a growl deep within her, and a mewing sound, then a pant, soon she could take it no more, and neither could I, " Yes you bitch, fuck my boot." Her toungue deep in my pussy, along with three of her fingers, I began to buck, just as i heard her howl, Pulling her face so deep into my cunt, and not know weather or not she could breath, I fucked her face like I had never fucked anything befor. As I slowly regained control. I could hear her, moaning, and shaking. Yes she had come too. As i kicked her off, I noticed a wet spot benieth the boot. Yeas, she had learned her lesson well. She was a little more than a pet, that I could get head from, and now that she knew it, I would not be haveing much trouble from her ever again! . Make Notes Current Mood: horny Current Music: Sabbath Bloody Sabbath (32 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, March 13th, 2006
5:55 pm [meet_me_in_bed]	Vic and Tony. Shower room at a boys camp. Everyone is at breakfast save them. Vic stuffed his clothes in a locker and went into the shower room. Since he was alone, he went into every stall and turned the water to piping hot, so the room slowly filled with steam. He turned one tap down and stood under it, closing his eyes. He ran his fingers through his hair and started to whistle. Suddenly there was a slam and someone whistling back to him. He peered around the shower stall and saw a boy walking towards him, naked. "Hey Vic." The boy said cheerfully, popping into the stall next to Vic and turning the water to bearable temperatures. Vic blinked. "Hey...I don't remember you." The boy shrugged. "I'm Tony. It's okay." Vic nodded and went back to rinsing his hair. "I like this steam effect you have going on." Tony said, leaning around the stall. Vic grinned. "Thanks. I like the foggyness." There was silence as the two boys washed. Then Tony leaned around the stall again. "D'you have any conditioner?" Vic turned to his soap rack. "Uh...I dunno." Tony came into his stall, poking around the soap rack. "Yes, thanks." As Tony turned, he let his hand glance against Vic's penis. Vic's eyes shot to Tony's. Tony grinned and continued to his stall with the conditioner. Vic stood in the water, not moving, trying not to think about how hard he was just from that little touch. Vic hadn't masturbated in a while, he couldn't remember the last time he blew a good, heavy load. Vic's imagination got the better of him, and he was fully erect within seconds. He cleared his throat. "Hey, Tony, d'you wanna bring that conditioner back?" Tony stepped back into Vic's stall, pulling the shower curtain closed behind him. He reached behind Vic and turned the water to a gentle spray before setting the conditioner on the floor and turning to Vic. "What's up?" He said, grinning, mocking Vic's erection. Vic grinned back, wondering if he was doing the right thing. Suddenly Tony leaned forward and grabbed Vic's face, kissing him hard, forcing his tongue into Vic's mouth. Vic was suprised for a moment but kissed back hard, eager. Vic pushed Tony up against the stall wall and raked his tongue down Tony's neck, making Tony toss his head, making needy noises. Vic bit Tony, making the boy jump with suprise and lust. Tony sank to his knees infront of Vic, taking Vic's hard 8 inch cock in his hand while Vic dug his hands into Tony's thick hair. Tony took 6 inches in, sucking hard, one hand massaging Vic's ballsac. Vic felt his knees get weak and he pumped into Tony's mouth, making Tony gag. When he felt he was almost ready to cum, he pulled out of Tony's mouth, pulling him up to kiss him hard. He could taste his own pre-cum in Tony's mouth. Tony pushed Vic onto the floor of the shower and knelt behind him. "What...'" Vic asked, but he was cut off by a finger in his asshole. He moaned and tried to back into Tony's finger but Tony took it away. He grabbed the bottle of conditioner and squirted some into his hand. He rubbed his dick with it, making sure it was fully covered, then he took the excess and smeared it onto Vic's asshole. He pushed at Vic's hole with the tip of his big cock, 9 inches long and almost 1 and 1/2 inches wide. Vic moaned and braced himself. Tony pushed into Vic's ass, grabbing Vic's ass cheeks and moaning. Vic whimpered with pain as Tony shifted inside him. Tony pulled out almost until the tip of his dick was out of Vic's ass but then shoved back in, loving the feeling of Vic bucking in pain. Vic moaned in pain, but Tony pulled almost out and rammed back into Vic's tight hole. He reached under Vic and grabbed his cock, jerking Vic off as he fucked his ass raw. Tony cummed hard into Vic's ass and continued to jack Vic until Vic came. Tony pulled all the way out of Vic and Vic took his place behind Tony. "I'm gonna make you hurt." He whispered into Tony's ear, not bothering with the lube. He stuck four fingers into Tony's ass and pried his crack apart. He shoved his cock into Tony's ass and pushed in as far as he could. Tony moaned. Vic pulled out and rammed in again. Then he starting fucking Tony like he'd never fucked anyone before. Tony bucked with pain, he moaned and cried, but Vic fucked his ass like a cheap whore. When Vic came hard into Tony, he pulled out and left the shower room. Tony lay on the floor crying. (6 Comments |Comment on this)