Empty Passion

Hunted 7

Sat, 05 Apr 2008 05:05:02 GMT

As he stood stone still Lucian's mind raced.
Unable to move his body, his mind jumped from thought to thought. He knew the wizard wouldn't simply let the beast kill him outright. But that didn't mean he wouldn't let Dewach do plenty of damage before intervening. Should he use his new abilities or save them as a trump card? Should he trust his instincts and let the creature come?
As Dewach roared forward he swung the hefty poleaxe around hsi head again and again.
Lucian could hear the deep rush of air as the weapon slashed its huge circular path over the beast's head. He statred at the creature thundering towards him certain the wizard wanted further entertainment than a simple execution.
He was certain of it. The creature swung the massive weapon back in a lower arc.

He was certain...

Dewach was close enough to connect and he roared furiously as he brought the blade from behind him straight down at Lucian's skull.

...certain...

Lucian didn't even blink as the blade screamed towards his face.

There was silence.

Lucian thought for a moment that the weapon had connected. That his brain had simply...stopped in its final moment. He then realized that by thinking that...then in fact he was still living.
Suddenly there seemed a rush of sounds. A distinct gasp Devlin. His own breathing. The roar of frustration as Dewach realized that he was no longer able to move....
And then...the annoyingly light laughter of the wizard filled the arena.

"Ah Lucian," giggled the wrinkled man "The look in your eyes!! How I will cherish that after you are dead."
"I'm sure you've been wondering about the markings I've placed upon your flesh. Hmm? It's a new type of necromancy I've discovered and adapted to use with the living. Yes! Amazing I know."
" The markings allow one to control certain areas. I've had most of your body covered and you see how effective that is hmm? Now can you imagine if your very bones were etched with those symbols?"

As if in response to the question Dewach moaned loudly. His weapon rose slowly though he obviously did not want this. He large legs moved back awkwardly step by thundering step.

"Now Dewach is in my complete control. Right down to his very bones." The wizard twisted his hand slightly and Lucian watched in horror as the large creature's forearm began to bend unnaturally. Dewach moaned in pain but could do nothing to prevent it.
"But that isn't what makes him so special. Oh no! He..." The wizard paused and slowly a dark smile peeled across his face. "...well why don't you just find out for yourself, eh?"

With that the wizard waved his hands. The ink covering Lucian began to crawl and melt down his naked body. It didn't leave a smudge or stain on his but instead trickled across his pale flesh like black mercury.
As it reached the dark soil at his feet it simply faded, either into the soil or away he could not tell.
It was at this moment Lucian became aware of his freedom. He was suddenly aware that the muscles he had been straining to back away...were able to now do so and he stagged backwards awkwardly as if his limbs were asleep.

"Now Lucian," came the wizard's voice " let us see how well you do in your current position against my nearest play thing." With that he waved his other hand.

Dewach, now free of restraint slammed his blade forward into the ground sending dark soil flying explosively.

Lucian took a step back.

Dewach took a step forward. His mouth spread in a hideous sharp toothed grin.

Lucian stood there naked and unarmed.

His mouth spread in a cynical smirk.

Hunted 6

Tue, 01 Apr 2008 03:24:59 GMT

As the guards carried him down the long dark corridors his mind worked feverishly. It was obvious the dark symbols were something he had taught her. The style had his look to it...the soft curves even appeared sharp as they swirled and spread across his skin. But how did they work?
He didn't bother to try and figure out where he was being taken, he was already fairly certain he knew.
Suddenly his movement stopped and a loud *THUDTHUD* was heard from the guard at the front. The dark hall was flooded with light as they continued through a doorway.
The arena they entered was sometimes called the black pool. The soft dark earth beneath their feet was often so soaked in blood that it could only be called black making it appear as a giant ink filled pool.
As the guards placed him on the soil, no matter what position they left a limb in it stayed as if frozen though each part moved freely when they touched him.
He couldn't see much as his head was left facing down but he didn't need to see to know this place. He had spent the first 20 years of his life in this ring. Honing his skills. Killing as he was told. No spot of the field had not been kissed by the spray of his enemies blood. The ring was oval 30 yards wide and 50 yards long with the corners severely rounded to prevent anyone from using the corners to climb out to what they thought might be safety.
The walls themselves were 15 feet high and there were four archers always waiting for the signal to take anyone foolish enough to try for the climb.
As he lay in a crumpled heap he could hear footsteps. Closing his eyes he pictured eight disks out from his awareness. Listening closely he placed the sound in one of the disks. Knowing where he was he could now at least tell where the sound was moving to.
Suddenly unseen hands jerked him to his feet onto his toes. His head jerked around to try and locate who was doing this but there was no one...at least no one near him.
"Ah! Lucian I see your surprise at my new little trick. Do you approve?"
The voice of his tormentor called out to him from a raised chair at one end of the wall.
Lucian's eyes burned at the wizard. Lucian willed his eyes to be daggers, arrows, dragons to fly and kill the wizard but....nothing.
Lucian watched the man flick his finger...a simple gesture but with it came understanding. Gut wrenching understanding. As the finger moved so did Lucian's arm. And so it was clear. He had come all this way to simple become this bastard's puppet once again.
Another large door suddenly boomed open and Lucian watched a large manlike creature squeeze through its archway. One would have called it an Ogre but it had a certain something about it that simply spook of a more cunning evil. Dragging behind it was a poleaxe, large even for this creature. It wore no shirt nor shoes but simply wrapped its waist with some sort of hide. Chains were attached in various places and from them dangled the skulls of various races...of various ages. And tucked into the creature's chains, like a simple dagger, was Lucian's own blade. Even across the arena he could feel/hear it call to him.
"Lucian, I'd like you to meet my newest project. His name is Dewach. He's by no means as graceful or precise as you were but he has his own talent and charm. I admit he seems a step down but once you left what was one supposed to do, Hmm?"
At the sound of his name Dewach beat his chest and yelled as he swung the poleaxe about. In order to do so he had to get his weight under it and power it into motion. Once there it was simple to keep it going....and woe to that which tried to stop it.
"Now Lucian are you ready for some long awaited fun? I'm sure you are."
The wizard's smile was cold and unfeeling as he spoke. He slowly moved his fingers down and Lucian could do nothing but watch as they slowly forced his arms to his sides.
Dewach roared and begin thumping his feet forward while swinging the poleaxe round and round.
This was not the fun Lucian had been hoping for at all.

Hunted 5

Thu, 09 Feb 2006 03:16:24 GMT

As she crawled up his body, pressing hers close to his, her mouth left soft kisses from point to point. Parts of him twitched at each touch of her lips despite his attempts to control himself.
"Why did you leave me here when you left?" Her voice sounded light and carefree as if she were asking for something to be passed across a dinner table but at its core was the cold hard edge that only a woman's voice can hold. Like a razor hidden amongst rose petals...
Almost his entire body remained in complete control as he felt himself tighten around her words. As he focused on what she said parts of him began to lose interest in the conversation.
She moved her hands to his groin and began softly kneeding him while she brushed her cheek against him moving her mouth just beyond reach.
"I can't explain. I doubt you would understand or even believe me anyways." his voice was soft but carried a hard smooth coldness that only a man's voice can hold. Like words carved in marble...
"You can't explain?" Devlin's voice rose slightly, "You left me hear with him...alone...no rhyme or reason and you can't explain?!" Her hand squeezed tigher around him and he grunted.
"It was for your own good. I did it for you." he said knowing full well where the conversation was heading but unable...or unwilling to turn it aside. Despite his attempts at silence a part of him that had been aching to explain was freed somehow and it would not be denied.
"For me?!" again her voice rose in both pitch and volume. "You left me here and without you he focused on me. On ME!" her nails dug slightly into the soft flesh of him but he made no sound. "You were free to run around the world while I spent day after day and night after night under him. And yes I mean "under him". Without you his anger and pleasure became the same and they all fell on me. But what did you care? You were free. It's always been about you hasn't it?"
His eyes grey distant and cold as if he were thinking to times gone by. And while it was soft his voice clearly cut through the room. "If I had stayed here...if I had not left when I did...he would have used you against me. Used you to get to me. Used you as a way to break me. And whatever you went through while I was gone...it would have been worse had I stayed. And at the very least you are still alive." his eyes focused on hers sharply, "But like I said...you wouldn't understand or even believe me. So what do you want from me Devlin? Huh? What do you want?"
Her grip relaxed on his groin and tears threatened her eyes like dark clouds with rain. "What do I want? What I've always wanted. I want you to call out my name with feeling...with passion. I want to know that you feel for me...care for me...like I've cared for you."
Somehow something large had become stuck in his throat but painfully he spoke around this...
"I can't. I can't let him use that...use you against me. I'm...I'm sorry Dev."
"I'm sorry too." her voice almost a whisper. She stood her fingers the last thing to leave off from his skin as she stood by the bed. She turned away from him and wrapped a large piece of silk cloth about her body. That done she looked over at him and for a moment...her eyes looked as if the strom might break. But she turned and pulled a large knotted cord that hung from the ceiling.
A moment later her door opened and two large armored brutes stepped inside. Each grabbed an arm and a leg and he easily came away from the bed. They held him like a trussed up deer and waited for a moment.
"I'm sorry this had to go this way Lucian." she said not turning around, "I guess getting what we want isn't in our cards."
"I've learned something Dev. No one ever gives you what you want...you always have to take it." with that the guards dragged him from the room the heavy door closing loudly behind them.
"You always did say the dumbest cliches." with a sniff she lit a candle and began to dress for what was to come.

More to come

Hunted 4

Fri, 11 Nov 2005 01:47:27 GMT

He could feel a soft cool breeze blwoing across his bare skin as he lay upon...what felt to be grass. It smelt like grass with deep rich soil beneath it. Faintly flowers could be detected but nothing else.
His skin also felt the brush of burning heat which only came from the sun. Through his closed eyes he could see the red of his blood as the light hit him full on.
Putting his hand between the source of light and his eyes he slowly opened them. Everything had a blue tint, an effect caused by his eyes adjusting to the red while closed.
He was on a hillside. As far as his eyes could see green grass with softly colored flowers spilled over hill after hill.
He felt calm and his wounds were no longer visible. No other person could be seen or heard anywhere. He felt calm and at ease without a care in the world. Which could mean only one thing...
"This isn't real."
As soon as the words left his lips the world around him fled being replaced by a darker place with walls. It took a moment for his eyes to re-adjust to the lack of light.
"You couldn'just accept the illusion while you healed could you? You never were a very good patient." a familiar female voice spoke.
"Well you know Devlin" his head turning to where he felt her even though he could not see her yet, "if you didn't make them so perfect...too perfect..I might be willing to fall for them." He smiled knowing she was smirking back.
He reached his hand up to brush some stray hair from his face and he felt his arm stop dead. No chain, rope or strap held his arm. He forced his eyes to adjust quickly the surface of them swimming for a moment. Looking at his wrist with his newer eyes he could see dark symbols painted into his flesh. They seemed to stand out above his skin and yet were very clearly on it. As his wrists strained to move the symbols pulsed and flexed.
"It's for your own protection Lucian. I didn't want you to hurt yourself thrashing around." she finished wiping something from her hands with a rag her back to him.
"I wasn't aware that I was thrashing while you healed me." Lucian said his voice cold and calm...testing.
She turned around a sly smile forming across her face. Look upwards at him her eyes met his and a predatory light danced between them both.
"You weren't. I meant now that you're healed and awake."
Her hand went to some lacing at her throat pulling it free. As she slowly stepped forward her gown slipped from her shoulders to the floor leaving her body bare.
"I see. My mistake then," he chuckled and settled back against the bed. His voice sounded light and playful but deep inside he tensed waiting for trap to be sprung.

More to come

Quickie

Wed, 19 Oct 2005 03:46:00 GMT

Slightly drunk with passion or drink his mind was spinning in his head. She lay close to him..her body pressed tightly to him while she used her mouth and hands upon him.
His body closed in on itself tighter and tighter his muscles clenching harder and harder until he soon thought his body would break itself apart.
He manages to relax enough to run his hand through her hair pulling it aside so he could see her lips wrap around him....her eyes staring back at him.
He could feel himself getting close and through shivering breaths he let her know...expecting her to stop or move aside....
but still she worked on...worked harder and faster. Her head and hands moved as one giving the physical illusion of a larger all encompasing mouth or vagina...whatever played through his head at each flashing passing moment.
In flashing pulses he could feel the orgasm approach. His body hunched forward ever so slightly as he felt it building. He felt words leaving his body soft and gasping...explaining...telling...sharing what was about to happen..what was happening....but they were swallowed up by the crash of his cumming. He felt as if he exploded into her mouth and the thought made him cum harder. He could hear her whimpering muffled moans of pleasure as she pulled more and more from him.
His body jumped and jerked again and again over and over against his control...no words would come from his mouth save simple sounds. After a few moments his body slowed in its cumming. The waves slowing. But still he shivered...
she laughed at this..as she climbed up him and held him as he shook her hand still softly stroking him as beat by beat his pulse softened him.
As he gained more of his mind he leaned his head to her and kissed her softly on the mouth. He could smell him on her and the light taste of him was on her lips.
Resting his head against her he drifted away...perhaps to sleep...perhaps to dream...

Hunted 4

Tue, 18 Oct 2005 03:27:17 GMT

Padding along the cold wet stone floor Lucian moved from shadow to shadow as a ghost. He had been here before and knew his way well but details had changed and movement often caused his heart to stop as suddenly as his body.
Ahead he saw the stairwell leading upwards towards his goal.
Torches set in sconces lit the area in front of the stairs but flodded the stairwell with inky darkness. Making sure no prying eyes were about he sprinted the shor distance towards the steps. At the last instant he noticed soemthing moving towards his head. Moving to quickly he couldn't stop nor drop to avoid the blow so he raised his arm defensively.
Flinching his head away he say sparks as a heavy blow landed against his arm and glanced off of his skull. He felt a sharp awkward pain in his forearm and heard an audible snap from a bone breaking as he fell to the side. Rolling as best he could he still managed to flop like a ragdoll onto his side.
He lay there a moment tryign to be aware of the world around him as lights danced before his eyes. He was aware that his attacker was stepping from the shadows and prepaired himself for a fight.
"Lucian?" a female voice spoke with surprise. "What the hell is wrong with you?!" the voice belonged to a somewhat curvy lady wielding an impressive and very hard stave. She wore simple clothing consisting of pants and a large billowy shirt. Her bare feet showed her toes as they scrunched and wiggled in anger or excitement.
"What's wrong with me? I'm prettu sure you broke me arm." Lucian retorted. He remembered her now...but wasn't entirely sure due to the dancing sparks and ringing in his head.
"Hmm. Well I WAS trying to kill you so I suppose things could have turned out worse for you." the lady leaned on her stave and shook her head in disapproval. She seemed honestly disapointed in her failure to kill him.
"It's nice to see your taste in clothing hasn't changed much. But let me see if I can't do something about that arm so you don't cry." She reached her hand out while stepping forward.
"That's alright. I can tend to it myself. I've picked up a few things since my last visit." Lucian retorted.
As he cradled his wounded arm he closed his eyes and began to speak softly. Soon it seemed as if his arm were becoming hidden in a shadow that grew deeper and darker until at last his entire arm was hidden in a black inky cloud. As his words finished he shuddered and with a soft *whoosh* the cloud of darkness flew apart leaving his arm whole and healed.
The lady whistled a longish low note of appreciation. "Wow. Dark healing magic huh? I guess you did learn a thing or two." she leaned on her stave and stared at him. "Yer not very good at it if you can't even care for all those cuts on your chest and stuff. How's about we get those taken care of...and maybe find you some pants or something? Lunch is soon and I want to keep my appetite."
Lucian smiled at her playful jibes and pulled himself up to stand. "You know what Devlin? It's good to see you again....and I might just take you up on those offers."
With that he swayed over towards her, the room spinning. His last thought before watching the hard stone floor rush at him was that perhaps his head had been struck harder than he first thought.

More to come

Hunted 3

Thu, 13 Oct 2005 02:23:45 GMT

The ape-like man approached holding his glowing poker like some sort of prize or very painful flower being delivered with glee. His leather apron flapped against his legs as he almost skipped towards his goal.
"So you got a name pretty boy? Or should I just call you pretty boy?" Lucian let his brain go on its random planning while his mouth bought him some time. It's amazing how much you can say when you don't have to think about it.
Looking around he spotted a bucket of murkish water with a rope handle near his feet. Perhaps that was there in case he suddenly burst into flames during this little party? Either way an idea presented itself. He just had to make it work.
He started shaking his hands in an attempt to free his chain from above. "Pretty boy" laughed through his tombstone like teeth wettly drool spilling out. He enjoyed the struggle and paused for a moment to enjoy it.
Meanwhile Lucian snaked his toes out and wrapped the rope around his foot tightly. He stared into his captors dull eyes in turn capturing his attention.
As the large man shuffled forward he held his poker outwards like a secondary penis chuckling to himself. As he got got close he slowly raised his tool upwards it's cherry color now dulled to a low red.
"Do you like to dance pretty boy?" Lucian asked his voice slightly nervous sounding. The brute paused and cocked his head to the side looking slightly confused.
"Not sure? Then let's dance and see how you like it." Lucian raised his legs quickly bringing his knees upwards. Sensing an attack the ape-man brough his elbows in and down brutishly blocking the attack with a smile.
His smile quickly faded in a cloud of surprised steam as the bucket of water flipped upwards dousing his brand. As the steam rushed upwards it hit the man full in the face and he fell backwards clutching his scalded eyes. As he fell over he slammed his meaty skull on the braizer and fell to the floor silent as the contents flipped onto his naked back with a smokey sizzle.
"Well that worked....grosser than I expected."
Looking upwards Lucian started walking his hands up the chain. It was attached somehow at the center beyond his sight so it didnt simply slide back and forth in his grasp. As he got closer to the jutting ledge that held him he puled himself up and bent at his waist. He pulled his legs and hips over the ledge above him and then let the larger weight carry him the remainder of his distance. A dull crude peg of metal gouged his stomach as flipped upwards.
The chains at his wrists were joined together with a large ring. This ring in turn was looped over the peg. Pulling his chain from the peg he knelt and looked around from his perch.
"Well the easy part is done. Now to kill that wizard."
Landing softly from the ledge he jogged off in the direction his prey had taken his bare feet padding lightly into the darkness.

More to come

Hunted 2

Wed, 12 Oct 2005 23:51:47 GMT

*drip*

"Lucian"

*drip*

"Luuuciaaaaan"

*drip*

"LUCIAN!"

Snapping awake he knew he wasn't dead. If you felt this badly you weren't dead...maybe dieing...wishing..but not dead. His head swam with dark images and sparks for a moment as he found his bearings.
He took in his surroundings though he already knew they layout by heart. Nice to see things hadn't changed since his last visit.
Dark and dank were useful to describe his current home. A dungeon of torture. Fires burned in useful spots for ease of torture, water dripped in various spots for ease of torture, devices were placed about the room for...
well you get the point.
His wrists were clasped in irons and held above his head. A chain, most likely attached to a larger centered ring, stretched above him and out of sight over a large beam. The cuffs were welded shut to prevent him from picking the locks. More than likely the chain was looped over a hook or peg so that he could be moved while unconscious without having to rely on locks and keys.
His feet dangled above a grate in the floor...looking down he noticed his clothing had been removed. And a number of cuts bled freely explaining the dripping he had heard earlier.
In front of him stood two people. Ok. One person and one large hairless ape. He knew both.
The taller one was the same wizard he had been trying to kill. He was dressed in white, the color of death, from head to toes and he managed to stay spotless even in this local.
The large ape was dressed in a leather apron and boots....one hoped there were pants beneath the apron. They both smiled the wizard with little warmth and the ape with wicked glee.
The wizard spoke smoothly. A light accent flowed and mingled with his words. "Lucian. Welcome back. You have been..." at this he reached out and dug a nail into one of the cuts. "...sorely missed."
A wince climbed up Lucian's face and his body pulled away from the nail.
"Did you notice what I did there? I caused you pain while refering to your absense as being painful. I'm learning to be funny. Don't you approve?"
Lucian raised an eyebrow slightly, "Were you? I hadn't noticed."
This brought another fierce dig of the nail.
"Ah Lucian. Always the wit. Perhaps you will lose your tongue waggle once we've burned the insolence from your eyes? Hmm?" The wizard nodded cooly to the ape-man who drew a large red hot iron from a brazier located within ease of reach.
Lucian sighed, "I wouldn't bet on that. I'm fairly mouthy and lack verbal self control."
With a smirk the wizard turned and walked away his voice echoing slightly through the darkness...
"We shall see Lucian. We shall see."

More to come

Hunted

Thu, 06 Oct 2005 23:21:10 GMT

The rain fell gently against the out stretched leaves gathering size but losing speed as they fell to the forest floor. As they passed other leaves they *tic*ed and *tak*ed against them covering most soft noises in a grey mist of sound. When they rested against the forest floor they made soft the dry and thirsty leaves making foot falls, for those who knew how to step rightly, no louder than a falling rain drop.
Perched along a thick limb masked by clumps of leaves lay a figure. Though, unless looking straight at him while you carried a lamp, all you would see would be an oddly lumped limb with one rather straight branch...ending in an odd shaped leaf.
He carried his bow at the ready an arrow nocked another held in the same hand that held the string. His legs ran the length of the limb arched slightly over each side...his thighs squeezing from time to time to adjust his balance...but only slightly...and rarely.
He almost dozed but not quiet. His eyes were closed, since the dark of night hid him from most eyes and the storm clouds stole what little light remained he waited listening. When the time came he would see enough.
He ran through small plans in his head though he made sure to not like one more than any other since plans...like life...often changed in ways one did not expect.
His cloak tucked against him helped smooth his form making him less likely to be spotted. Its special fabric helped keep most water out though that had become moot long ago. His light leather armor had become soaked leaving a cold and clammy feeling against his skin when caught in passing breezes. It would be easier to move being softer when wet...but heavier as well. A balance he could live with.
Under his cloak, against his back, his sword lay like a dead thing. Smaller than most blades it was never the less his weapon of choice. Coupled with his knives he felt more than ready.
His heart stopped as did his breathing. He could hear the soft stepping of a small number of horses. Down the leaf covered trail they made little noise save the occasional *hruuf* of dislike for the rain and a small jingle from their tack.
Three horses. As they came closer their hooves could be heard pressing and stepping carefully in the dark and wet. They were about twenty yards away...a long shot with a bow in day light. A little more time would be needed.
He opened his eyes looking in the direction of the sounds. Having been closed for so long his pupils were dialated allowing for mroe light to enter. This helped but he needed to see more.
He felt his eyes shifting slightly...blending...moving..changing. As they did this his vision changed...more colors bled in with the purples and greys of night. He could also more clearly as his new eyes focused on the riders.
The central rider was flanked by two large men who were obviously guards. They concerned him very little as his target was far more dangerous than any brute force could muster.
His target was dressed in long robes hidden under a cloak. He appeared old but also very fit for his age. Water could be seen glistening on his horse...but the man appeared dry. He seemed to be saying something to his guards...or mumbling to himself the way the old or thoughtful sometimes do. Just then he montioned with his staff towards the man in the trees.
The man in the tree felt the hairs on his neck stand on end as his heart squeezed a lump of adernalin into his system.

Point of interest...

When a lightening bold strikes a tree you happen to be in...
you will not hear it land.

More to come.

Resting 8

Tue, 04 Oct 2005 14:56:51 GMT

Her mouth was wet from both her won saliva and the woman's juices. It covered her lips and spread onto her face from nose to chin and hungrily she licked and lapped and sucked.
The hand behind her withdrew for a moment but then she could feel the finger back against her. No. Not a finger something else...harder.
Panic flew through her like a bird trapped in a glass box. Was he going to enter her? Would he hurt her if she said no? Was he clean? Still a part of her wanted this and she fought with that part within her. She felt the tip brushing back and forth against her moist sex and the tip seemed somewhat small...then she knew what was about to happen and she pulled her stomach lower arching her back...raising herself higher to let him in. Inch by inch first entering then withdrawing she felt the object being coated with her wetness. It was hard and smooth and it glided into her deeply and sleekly like some creature diving into the sea of her.
She moaned loudly and her mouth stopped working at the task before her as her attentions were pulled lower. Long slow strokes filled her again and again. The object was larger than she expected at first but not overly so...stretching her lips outwards without forcing them to do so. It was curved she could now tell. As it was rotated firt to one side and then the other and her hips began to move back against the thrusting making it go deeper. The object stopped moving within her and she began having to move her hips and body back and forth to keep it entering her.
She could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge and her thrusting became a little faster. The hands in front of her began to wind in her hair again and she rolled against them like a cat looking for love.
Close she pushed herslef to the edge she could feel it getting close and sweat glistened on her body from the effort. As the crest of her approaching orgasm hovered above her she suddenly felt the object removed. Cheated she turned her head back suddenly.
"Don't! Give..."
The hands in her hair suddenly pulled hard and down forcing her head against the bench she was perched on.
The sharp sting of a paddle against he raised ass brought a cry from her lips and tears to her eyes. It was followed by another matching sting to the other cheek.
Tears burned as they slid down her cheeks and pooled against her nose soaking the cloth over her eyes. She could feel breath near her ear and she flinched as the man's voice spoke.
"At no point....do you EVER give commands. Do you understand this?"
*SLAP*
The paddle struck her again...hard...she cried out once more.
*SLAP*
"I asked you something. Do not make me ask you questions twice."
She nodded her head quickly crying softly...tears coming from her nose.
*SLAP* She cried out again as the paddle struck her confused.
"When I ask you something. You will speak clearly so I can hear you...unless I've arranged for you not to speak."
*SLAP* She didn't cry out this time despite the pain but tears soaked the cloth over her eyes.
Biting her lip a moment she took a shuddering breath and spoke as clearly as she could, "I...I understand." Quickly she added,"mmMaster."
She heard the swish of the paddle and cried out again..expecting the pain she was caught off guard as it rested against her. One side was covered in a soft light fur and it felt cool and ticklish as it rubbed gently against her sore flesh.
"Nicely done." the man's voice whispered clearly. "My rewards can be just as swift as my punishments and I give either as I wish. Do you understand?"
She shivered against the gentle touch of the fur, "I understand...master."
She felt the leather strapped device being lifted from her back...sticking to the sweat she had made. Panic filled her. What had she done? Did it slip and she hadn't noticed? The straps...clinging to her moist skin...slid over her tender ass...tickling and bringing new stinging to warm flesh.
"Master I understand." she said quickly...the hint of fear in her voice as she struggled against the hands in her hair.
A moment later the man's voice breathed into her ear. "Shhhh...."
She shivered and goosebumps covered her body as the man's voice and air whispered across her skin.
Again she felt the object press against her wet lips. She pushed against it feeling it slip inside her fully and she shuddered.
It moved quickly inside her thrusting deeply against her. She could feel herself close again..so quickly...the curved end pressed against the rougher tender patch of flesh inside her and she grunted at the new pleasure it brought. She was close...so close...almost...
Her hips pushed hard against the thrusting object she could feel....see...the wave above her...waiting to crash down...and she was rea...
With a click suddenly the object vibrated within her. It pushed her over a cliff into the waiting wave that crashed and roared around her. Unexpected she shook. Her body rocked like it was electrified and she felt as if it were. Her mouth found some skin...flesh of the hands in her hair..a wrist maybe...she didn't know...but she bit it. Feeling it tear slightly in her mouth...blood tinting the taste.
She came and came...her body jumping against her will...without her control. The hands behind her didn't stop and she came again...fast again...she couldn't breath. Her mouth let go and she screamed with passion as she breathed out...in time with her orgasm...wave after wave.
Sweat dripped from her body...tears from her eyes...the object was removed and she was barely aware of it. She shook. Form within...from without....unaware of anything else but the showers of sparks..the crashing of waves...the rushing of inside her.
Dimly she was aware of her breathing...her heart beating. The hands were gone from her hair...her eyes slowly pryed open and she caught glimpses of her own room....blankets...a towel...
She untwisted herself slightly from the blankets and before anything else sleep claimed her once again.

End

Rest 7

Tue, 04 Oct 2005 00:55:47 GMT

Wiping some oil from my hands ran my fingers through her hair gently pulling and tugging at her roots holding her head by her hair for moments at a time. I let my fingers slide through her locks.....feeling the wash of her hair through my fingers like thick rich waters.
I applied some more oil to my hands and spread it along both palms. Standign at the foot of the bed with her head towards me I reached deep beneath her towards the small of her back. My arms lifted her slightly as my hands moved down her back.
Curling my fingers upwards I drew them back towards her scalp letting her own weight press against my finger tips...feeling the muscles roll and slide against me hands...was like letting snakes dance away from me.
As my hands came closer towards her shoulders her head lifted slightly and her mouth pressed against the fabric of my loose fitting pants. She lifted her head slightly and I felt her mouth brush against the shaft of my cock and she moaned softly. My fingers dug in harder at this and for a moment I paused...wanting more than this...wanting her...
With a deep breath I continued to pull forward and her head soon dropped back down my fingers pushing along he neck and then again to her scalp...gliding again through her hair.
I continued this over and over again letting her work the twists and ties of each knot with her own weight. After each pass I drew my fingers through her hair all the way to the very tips.
With my hands still lightly oiled I worked from her scalp towards her face...a delicate section which needed the lightest and most controlled of touches. I gently worked along her forehead and cheeks...along her jaw line...over her nose...over her soft and supple lips.
My thumbs and fingers gently...eer so gently...pressed along her eyelids pulling tension hddien there and sending it away.
She was sleeping now. Deep slow breaths broken by the occasional moan or sigh.
Finishing her massage I covered her first with her towel..and then let her comforter wrap about her body. At some point she might awaken and seek more comfort so I lifted her head and placed the other towel rolled beneath it.
Kissing her forehead I walked softly away...closing her bedroom door as I left. Curled in a chair and smiling...I started to drift off to sleep myself.
My eyes opened once...maybe hearing her say something or make a noise...but then sleep claimed me as well.

Resting 7

Sun, 02 Oct 2005 23:25:47 GMT

A hand brushed the tear from her cheek and she shyed away from it. Another hand grabbed her head and held it fast. She struggled for a moment but then stopped...these hands felt different....smaller..softer. Another person was in the room?
The hands grabbed her hair forcefully winding around and in it...holding her in place. Moments passed...bits of forever...her head held still.
She could feel breathing...close to her cheek....then a tongue..startign at her chin and winding upwards following the train of her tears.
A shuddering jumped through her chest but she kept her head still like she was frozen. The hands kept her still as a face came close...breathing in her ear...lips brushing against her...
"Shhhhh..." a soft female voice whispered. "Shhhhh. It's alright."
Soft lips brushed her cheek and moved to her mouth...hovering just against them...
She held her breath. Held it. Held it. held...it.
The mouth covered hers a tongue pushing past her lips and inside kissing deeply. She kissed back a rush of breath leaving her nose gasping again and again. The mouth bit her lip hard and she cried out but not entirely in pain.
Suddenly the straps were back slapping hard against her ass. She lurched forward but her head was held fast by those hands and she cried out into the soft wet mouth pressed tightly against hers.
The straps now draped softly against her and she felt the stinging burning beneath each strand. She felt the device spread across her backside fully and the handle was placed along her spine pointing towards her head.
"If that falls. You will be punished. I won't ask if you understand. If you don't...and you fail you will be taught."
The one of the rougher hands behind her pushed one of her cheeks aside holding it in place while the other pressed fully against her exposed sex...fingers pressing and parting her softly swollen lips...and thumb pressed tightly against her anus.
The fingers pressed apart her lips and she could feel her wettness. Embarrassed she felt the middle finger slide easily inside and a shiver run her length despite herself. The finger moved slowly back and forth inside her and she tried to turn her head slightly instinctivly trying to see.
The hands held her head tight and the mouth moved from hers. She felt her face flush. In part due to her becoming more turned on as the finger moved inside her and in part because she feared she had offended the owner of the mouth.
She licked her lips her mouth becoming dry from now being open to the air and her breath coming in slow deep breaths.
Suddenly she felt her breath moving against something...something close to her face..her mouth. She tried to pull away but those hands...those surprisingly strong hands..held her still...and then pulled her head slightly forward.
Her nose pressed against skin and she caught the scent of sex...female sex. Again she licked her lips but this time her tongue brushed something else as it moved slightly from her mouth.
A gasp was heard from above her and she knew what was there. Tentatively she slid her tongue outwards again and met with the softness of a woman's lips. She moved her own head forward tilting it slightly upwards and let her tongue glide the full length of what was there. The flavor filled her mouth and the scent filled her nostrils.
She struggled against the bonds that held her wrists wanting to reach around and pull the woman deeper in to her mouth.....or use her own fingers in the same way fingers were being used on her.
The woman was smaller than herself and almost all of her fit against her lips. Her tongue moved in deeply...around the inside...tasting...feeling.
The hands in her hair began to loosen and caress her. Sooon the moved along her neck and down her back. Nails reached for the small of her back on either side of the handle. Slowly...deeply they dragged upwards...stinging as they went.
A deep moan escaped her lips and into the woman's sex vibrating against her causing the nails to dig deeper for a moment.

Resting 6

Sat, 01 Oct 2005 02:58:21 GMT

Working down her arms I work the warm oil towards her fingers. Once there I take my time to rub the muscle at the base of thumb...across and down her palm...the line following her pinky. I work my fingers interlaced with hers and draw my fingers outwards letting mine massage hers...hers massage mine.
I trace the hollows between her fingers at the back of her hands from the webbing towards her wrists and then when there wrapping my hand around hers and drawingpulling back away from her heart. gentle tugging.
Using one of the towels beneath her I roll her over. Mostly asleep and very relaxed it takes some effort but she helps as best she can.
Once on her back I cover her with the towel again and move towards her feet. The oil is used less since her skin is mostly covered but I still apply some where needed. Working the tops of her feet and upwardsa long her shins and knees takes less time since I've already worked most of her from behind.
I spend more time on her thighs working my hands back and forth against each other past each other up each leg.
Sliding the towel higher I can see her...slightly wet...inviting. The temptation to bend my mouth to her..taste her..feel her lips against mine...I shudder against the temptation...physically unable to move for a moment.
I slide the towel off her comepletely and work my hands over her hips. She moans and her hips sway seductively below my fingers...but I move upwards towards her stomach. Crossing my arms back and forh across her torso as I move upwards I pull and press her skin using my hands and all the way up to my forearms.
At her chest I move my hands in a figure eight motion around over and under each breast...pressing into the muscle beneath and lifting them away to give a relaxing stretch.
I move from the bed beside her to stand at her head. From her I pull her arms aoutwards stretching the joints at the shoulders. Working backwards towards her shoulders after each stretch.
I pull the bottle of oil from the bowl of warming water and a drop or two fall upon her cheek.
I brush them gently aside with the back of my hand...

Resting 5

Sat, 01 Oct 2005 01:55:10 GMT

She kept silent biting her lip a little harder. She could taste a little blood or so she imagined and her eyes teared a little more but nothing was said.
A slightly weary sigh could be heard and the sound of something being drawn or brushed against something.
The first splash of leather straps across her ass made her jump and whimper but she didn't cry out.
"Good", she thought "this isn't as bad. I can take this."
The straps weren't hitting as she expected. They weren't overly hard nor were ther long pauses between them. They just rolled over and over again striking her lightly with a "swishswishswish".
Soon the area began to sting cooly...then warmth spread over the skin.
She squirmed against the lashing trying to move away but she was bound securely in place. The straps seemed to dance along her flesh starting first on her pink ass cheeks bringing them to a brighter shade of red. Then they began to move up her body...the small of her back where the straps reached around to catch her hips and the side of her stomach...tickling and stinging all at once she shook with the sensation. Moving up between her shoulders and back and forth across the flat broad spread of her skin. Always moving back to her full red cheeks.
The straps seemed to chase her most delicte spots...finding them no matter how she tried to wiggle away. They reached between her cheeks brushing roughly against her sex, her thighs and anus.
She cried out once....more of gasp. She hoped he didn't notice.
She could feel tears on her cheeks but didn't remember them falling.

Resting 4

Thu, 29 Sep 2005 22:59:58 GMT

"I asked you how does that feel?"

Dazed slightly she let out another moan deep and relaxed. I continued to work the deep muscles of each cheek first kneeding the entire area then working deep inside.
Sliding upwards I moved the towel from her body. Allowing more oil to cover her skin I brush it over her back completely again using long painting strokes.
Starting again at the small of her back I work over her tailbone feeling for knots as well as the shape of her hips. Working upwards I follow the length of her spine brushing and stroke the long muscles...feeling the tension ease away. More moans escape her lips as I press further on to the broader muscles over her ribs and back. I work each side equally mirroring my motions and covering every inch of her.
Working her shoulders and the back of her neck I focus on the smaller sections...knots and braids of tension. I unwrap each bit of her my mind drifting into her "seeing" each bit as my fingers feel their way around. Working out to one shoulder and than the other I gather more oil to work on her arms.

Resting 3

Thu, 29 Sep 2005 19:31:17 GMT

She felt hands sliding up her calves towards her knees. She could feel the roughness of his palms as they shaped her flesh moving upwards.
Nails clawed up her thighs stinging her but she bit her lips to keep from making any noise. Reaching her cheeks the palms spread outwards cupping each as fully as they could and squeezeing almost painfully pinching the meat found there. She felt the hands softly pat each cheek and then pull away. For a moment she thought he might be done with her.
She cried out loudly and jumped as she felt his open palm strike her cheek hard. The spot felt icey at first before it began to tingle.
"There. How does that feel?"
Another sharp smack to each cheek brought smaller cries from her as she bit her lower lip. Her breath gasped in short bursts and she could feel a tear form in her eye.

"I asked you how does that feel?"

Resting 2

Thu, 29 Sep 2005 01:54:01 GMT

"I see you're awake. Good. Shall we begin then.." A man's voice cut through her like a shocking knife. It was smooth and soft but clear.
She jumped awake suddenly in her chair her drink almost falling to the carpet. She looked around quickly at first unaware of where she was.
In her living room. Wrapped in a towel with a drink.

Reaching down I touch her arm and she looks at me a little dazed. I can see she's had more than one drink which is fine since the goal is to relax her.
I lead her into the bedroom where I've readied it for her massage.
Candles light the room warming it both visually and physically. Lightly scented but not overpowering their perfume drifts through the room.
Soft music plays...very light...which I've mixed with the sounds of a thunder storm. Rain shushing down and the faint roll of thunder passing once in a great while.
I lead her to the bed where there are two towels laid out next to each other. Spread out they cover the bed almost completely.
I bid her lay down on her stomach with her head at the foot of the bed and undo the towel wrapped around her as she lays down. I let that towel cover her upper body while I climb onto the bed.
I pull the bottle of scented oil from a bowl of hot water. Now warm to the touch I wipe any extra water from the bottle to prevent it dripping on her later.
I rest near her feet and begin to draw my hands down her thighs towards her knees. Letting the oil pour onto the back of my hand as it goes spreads it across her skin without the shock of it trickling on her.
Using long slow movements I cover both of her legs with oil and use a little more as I work on her feet.
I pay extra attention to working each toe, between each toe and the long bones and tendons reaching from her ankle. Using my knuckles and finger tips I work the thicker skin at ther heel and at the balls of her feet making sure to to cover every inch...finding every bit of tension there.
Working up past the ankle to her calves I use long deep strokes feeling the muscles roll beneath my fingers.
Soft moans of relaxing pleasure escape from her.
Back and forth I work her legs moving upwards towards her ass.

I think she's enjoying it because she almost seems to drift off to sleep.

Resting

Wed, 28 Sep 2005 22:12:03 GMT

Resting with her chest against the padded flat top of some sort of bench she tried to make sense of the world around her. Her eyes were useless, a soft dark...something covering them. She could smell the light hint of incense or scented candles. She wasn't cold though she wasn't wearing anything at all.
She tried to move her legs but they seemed to be strapped or tied slightly spread and bent leaving her ass and sex open to the world behind her.
Her arms were stretched in front of her and down. They too seemed tied but she could move them ever so slightly and grasp some sort of bar or pipe which was cool to the touch.
Suddenly her heart leapt into her throat as she heard...or though she heard something move behind her. A piece of cloth moving or the sound of a flame licking. It passed and for a moment she thought she imagined it...to fill the void of her sight.
She turned her head to the other side and rsted her face against the soft cloth covering her resting place.

"I see you're awake. Good. Shall we begin then.." A man's voice cut through her like a shocking knife. It was smooth and soft but clear.

Feeling

Mon, 26 Sep 2005 22:58:25 GMT

My fingers slide into her and she grips them hungrily. As I enter her I cross them first one way....then the other varying the sensation slightly.
My mouth hovers just above her, my tongue sculpting the area around her hardend clit and flicking lightly against it.
Her breath is husky and shakes from time to time as her hands twist and knot in my hair and dig into my neck and shoulders. The pain from her nails raises goosebumps across my skin despite the heat of the shower. My breath drifts out across her wet sex tingling the extra sensative flesh there and my shudde becomes hers as well.
I slow my hand as it move in her and hook my fingers forward feeling for that special spot. I find it...slightly rougher than the flesh around it and as my fingers press against it she presses back.
I begin to press against her there faster than before using my hand as an extension of my passion. I can feel her about to cum and I press harder and slightly faster hooking my fingers into her.
She cums hard and suddenly her fingers knotting into my hair and pulling my face into her. I use this to form a seal over her erect clit with my lips and suck on it a my tongue flicks back and forth over the hard nub.
She gasps and cries out and has to place her hands on my shoulders to remain standing as I continue to work my mouth and hand on her.
As the waves of her orgasm slow I slow as well letting her catch her breath and come back slightly before I begin again.
My finger press again at her tender flesh and I can feel her building once more. Her pussy grabs and squeezes my fingers over and over again in time with her approach. Her nails once again dig into my shoulders and I catch the tint of blood mixing with the water.
As she gets closer and closer I strum my fingers in her and against her tapping each against this most sensative of spots.
She breaths in again and again until I think she must either pass out or exhale...and she inhails even more.
The shudder within mirrors the quiet shaking without and I can almost see the wave of orgasm cresting over us both.
Crashing down on us her legs give out and she slides down the wall slowly aided by my free arm and her nails in my shoulders. Both of us lay there water spraying over us as we both shudder under her cumming. My fingers continue mercilessly against her thrumming over and over as wave after wave crashes against her like an ocean in a storm both rough seas and thunder.
After a time...forever...she begs me to stop pushing my face away and pulling me up to her mouth.
Gasping both we kiss as deeply as we can before needing to part and breath. Water spraying on us feeling cool to our heated bodies. I hold her against me...curled into my chest her head in the crook of my arm and shoulder. My free hand caresses her hair pulling it away from her face and closed eyes and I kiss her forehead, nose and lips.
Smiling I lift her up and help her rinse off before shutting off the shower. I help her dry by rubbing a large fluffy towel against her body before throwing it over her head playfully.
Leaving her to finish drying I quickly dry myself and prepair her room for her massage.

End.

Tasting

Mon, 26 Sep 2005 10:52:41 GMT

She leans back and away using the bars to help support her as I savor the first taste of her. Light and musky her scent fills my nostrils and a deep chested, "Mmmm...." comes from me causing my mouth to vibrate slightly.
After my first few tastes I move my concentration around. Kissing away from her lips to the crease where her thighs meet her hip. Feeling that large tendon beneath I draw my tongue down following it slightly to her inner thigh.
My arms slide between her legs moving them slightly apart but also helping to support her more. My hand claw up the backs of her legs...my thumbs nails leaving angry red welts as I move to the cheeks of her ass.
Cupping her move my mouth back up closer to her groin...my tongue drawing imaginary dancing images on her skin as I move ever closer. My mouth hovers over her pussy, her scent stronger now, and I shiver with the thought of burying my face there....but I move past a hard breath of air drifting over her sex making her shiver as little moans escape her.
I mirror the first side and our hands seem to want to be involved for hers start to tangle in my hair and one of mine has moved around to her front.
I bring my left hand around as well and pull slightly back. With one hand I gently pull her sex slightly up and apart giving me a better angle and allowing me to use my mouth more directly. My right hand move into to touch her. First the tip of one finger gently moves along her length wetting itself and feeling her heat even in the hot shower.
I slide into her slowly at first making sure to not force past or in and hurt her. I can feel her grab at me and release as I move more of my finger inside. After a few slow and gentle strokes I position another finger next to the first and repeat the process until both are wet and moving in and out of her softly.
My mouth drifts down and I lick her from my fingers as they pass by on their way inside. My lips can feel her clit already swollen pressed against them as my tongue tastes her.
I look up at her before beginning fully and smile despite myself. The look on her face....the droplets of water on her skin...moments like these are almost perfect. And then I taste her on my lips...and a shudder washes through me. Perfect.

More to come...

Showering

Sun, 25 Sep 2005 21:45:39 GMT

The shower is large almost a small room unto itself. Large sunflower sized shower heads hang from adjustable arms on both the left and right sides of the shower. A set of silver bars run the length of the back wall where various shampoos, conditioners and washing supplies perch ignoring their racked holders that hang above them.
The water coming from each head is the perfect temperature and it fills the room with a deep rich steam.
As I lean beneath the shower, the water pouring on my head and shoulders, her arms reach around me from behind. She leans into my back her body soapy and slipper. I cann feel her breasts slide against the muscles of my back and I smile at the feeling.
She lathers up her hands with some body wash and starts to run her hands over my chest and stomach. The soft and gentle touch of her hands on me bring a deep sigh.
I turn to her and look deeply into her eyes drowning in the ocean of their beauty. Pulling her close my mouth softly covers hers as we kiss. Lips parting gently as tongues dance against each other.
Smoothly our bodies slip and glide against each other as our hands move along each others skin. The body wash foaming between us making tiny bubbles float free from time to time.
Pushing her slowly backwards to the other shower head I hold her beneath the spray. The water soon soaks her hair. I spin her so she faces away from me and lean her forward so her hands press against the wall. My sex presses gently between her legs from behind as I reach for some shampoo.
I pour an amount directly onto her hair and begin to massage it into a lather. With one hand I hold her hip and with the other I work my fingers into wet and foamed hair and massage her scalp. Pulling againt my hips at first I son focus both hands on her hair.
Fingers working along every inch of her scalp from front all the way to her nape a thick lather forming. Turning her to face me once again I tilt her head back into the spray letting the wash cleanse the shampoo.
I reach to the side bars and grab a large cup kept for rinsing. Filling it to near spilling I let it pour over her scalp while sliding my hand down her hair making sure to take all traces of the shampoo.
Leaning in I bite down on her neck hard feeling the skin bunch there. My tongue plays along and against the flesh as I suck on it gently. My body presses hers backwards to the wall water pouring down on us both.
My hand reaches for the conditioner as I step away slightly. She blinks and sways a little taken aback from the bite and we both chuckle a little.
I direct her to turn around once more and I begin to work the thick substance into her locks. Starting at the base I add more and more and owrk higher and higher until a thick layer of conditioner sets in. It has mint in it so her hair begins to tingle slightly...cooly...as I reach for a thick comb.
I let a small amount of water dash along her hair for a moment and then begin drawing the comb through her hair...slowly....deeply. Making sure every inch of her hair is touched and reached.
Pleasing relaxed sounds come from deep within her throat and chest as I move deliberately from one side to the other...long deep pulls of the comb...slowly moving.
A small amount of conditioner gathers on the comb and I take it in my fingers. Dropping the comb I work a small amount onto both hands near my fingertips.
Reaching my hands around I run my fingers of one hand around first one nipple and then the other feeling each grow hard beneath my touch.
The other hand reaches lower and I massage the conditoner into her pubic hair letting it settle and mix there the running water washing some of it lower.
Turning her towards me once again I kiss her deeply her hands wrapping around my shoulders. The water crashes down on us both as I rinse the minty conditioner from her hair. The wash falls on us both as we stand pressed together our mouths locked as we twined against each other.
Pulling her from the water I let her catch her breath for a moment. Her eyes open and we smile at each other...kissing back and forth our mouths like moths dancing into a candle over and over again. For a moment we stop and a slight smirk forms at my mouth.
"What?" she starts to ask... but only manages the "Wha..." part before I blow a breath of air across her breasts.
The mint has made them extra sensative and she gasps in shock at the suddenly friged seeming blast of air.
My hands slide up her body and I direct her towards the wall where she can lean back against the rails. Kissing her softly my mouth wanders past her lips to her cheek...and to her ear. My breathing flows along her lobe and down her neck soon followed by my mouth. I kiss and bite her shoulder. My teeth leave red welts where they linger.
I use my tongue to draw a line from her nape down the hollow of her collar towards her breasts. Once there I blow another breath of air across her nipples and she moans.
Her hands grip my shoulders as I move lower my tongue drawkign patterns and shapes on her skin around her navel and along her hip bone.
Kneeling before her I move her legs lightly apart. Looking up at her I catch her eye. A wicked smile plays across my face and for a moment it looks like I have fangs.
"What?" she starts to ask again....and again only manages the "Wha..." before I blow across her lower lips. The mint there has done the same as with her nipples and her hands grab strongly onto my shoulders, nails digging in deeply to hold her self up.
"Ohmygod!" she gasps just before I draw my tongue across her lips in one long lick.

More to come...

Pinned

Sat, 24 Sep 2005 18:54:36 GMT

She let's the nails of her left hand drag down my chest and along my stomach leaving pink lines that turn red and soon raise to welts. She lifts her fingers leaving one against my skin...pointing...dragging along. Gliding the line of my hip bone scratching deep enough to let blood peek forth.
"Mmmm...seems we have a scratch." she purrs.
Her head leans down towards the tiny wound and despite myself my breath deepens into large pulses. Her hand moves farther down and wraps around my shaft as her tongue touches my skin.
A shudder gasp is all I can manage as my hands strain against the binds that hold them. My legs twist from side to side as I try to keep them under control...not wanting to hurt as they flail about.
Her tongue traces the scratch and then her entire mouth wraps about it. Her hand moves along me squeezing and stroking still wet from our sex and getting wetter as pre-cum trickles from me.
With a flip of her hair and a slight push she climbs atop my legs pinning them under her lower body. I can feel her hot soaked lips pressing along one shin and my body shudders despite my attempts to control it.
She licks and bites at the hip she bled and moves her attentions along the line of it closer to my cock. In my head I can hear my heart pounding in double time to the stroking she is doing. I can also hear my heart stop as her tongue reachs the base of my shaft.
An eternity passes.
Her thumb and pointer finger slide around and along my glans slicking it from my own excitement. Her tongue wraps the base of me and licks first around one half and then the other before traveling the length of me in one long....slow....lick.
"MMmmmm....you taste like me." she says deeply her voice husked and breathy.
This brings another gasp and shudder from me perfectly timed to her mouth wrapping around the head of me.
I almost cum right then and there. I can feel the threatening crash just beyond reach like a tidal wave behind a wall.
The wave draws back as she does the same. Her mouth moving along and around me. Up and down me. Her right hand moves from clawing and digging her nails into my skin deeply to twisting and pinching my hard nipples to moving her hair from her face so she can move better....and giving me a clearer view of her.
All the while my legs twitch and squirm beneath her without my control. She pauses for a moment as a smaller orgasm shakes through her again....she tries hard to keep her hand moving but the rhythme is shaken by her lack of focus.
I love when she cums.
Soon she is back to her administrations with renewed gusto. My body begins to tighten...drawing in...tightening like a spring coiling up....every muscle flexing and with no release.
She can feel my approaching orgasm and increases both the speed of her hand and also of her mouth...each matching the other blending into one long wet device.
"Cum for me. I want you to cum." she gasps as both her hands work on me for a moment.
The thruming of my body increases until for a brief moment it looms before me...like a wall of pleasure...and then it crashes down upon me. I feel as if I've being struck by an electric sledge hammer over and over again. I can faintly hear her moaning as she continues to bring me again and again crashing down.
After awhile...forever...both I and she slow. Ripples of electricity pass through me from time to time chasing each other. I'm soaked from her mouth and my cum I can feel it both warm and cool on my skin.
She slides her body up mine laying her thigh against my still twitching shaft and nuzzles my neck. I can't stop the repeating shivers that roll through me again and again. And she chuckles a little at this before kissing me.

As I open my eyes slowly...I see that I'm alone in my bedroom. For a moment the confusion swirls about me until I remember the difference between what one wants....
and what one has.

End.

Faster

Fri, 23 Sep 2005 21:53:27 GMT

With her wrists pinned in my hands and my weight now supported I can angle myself for deeper and faster thrusts. I increase my tempo but not too fast letting each of us feel the slide and friction of every thrust.
My mind blurs slightly trying to figure out where her flesh begins and mine ends. Each thrust lets her lips trace the shape of me...every curve...every bump...every detail.
I can feel her begging to cum again...her breath pulling in and with each one a grasping squeeze at my shaft.
She cries out as it crashes over her..shaking.....shivering..the pulsing of her milking my cock wantingly. I shiver as the waves crash against her...each one sending a ripple through me at her pleasure. Part of me wants to join her in the moment but I know there will be more so not yet.
As she slows so do I matching her breathing and movements with my hips. I let her relax in the soft after glow for a moment before sliding in deeper and holding myself there. I flex certain muscles and feel myself swell more inside her and my shaft presses and moves within her. She inhails sharply at this and smiles a happy evil smile.
I lean back and away from her while sliding my knees forward on either side of her hips...forcing her to lift her legs a little bit with each small thrust. Soon her legs are bent inside the circle of our arms and she lifts them up and through resting her knees on my shoulders.
We both smile as I lift her upwards slightly at the hips and lean back in. Her legs on my shoulders and her hips higher up allow an even deeper penetration. Still holding her wrists in my hands I allow my grip to loosen but not release. She twists her wrsits around letting blood back into her hands.
I begin slowly at first letting her body adjust to the new postion. We shuffle slightly from moment to moment getting things just right and then.....My grip is tight again and her arms are unmoving. I lean deeply into her and thrust fully feeling her open more to me.
There is a fierce and passionate pounding as I drive into her again and again keeping the same pace. She moans the same non-word over and over again torn between an "Oh" and an "MMmm" in time with me. She cums suddenly catchign us both by surprise and almost making me cum as well. I fight to stay afloat in the crashing riptide of her orgasm. I don't slow my pace or stop forcing her to keep crashing again and again. Over and over she cums until she is shaking and teary eyed and unable to speak. I slow...letting her shiver again and again...my strokes are soft and deliberate feeling my way through the currents of her...gentle pushes bringing smiles and shivering giggles.
Her eyes open and she stares at me...our faces flushed with our passions. Smiling she leans forward kisses me...an effort considering our postion.
I let her wrists go and pull away from her both of us letting out gasps of wanting pleasure from my withdrawl. Her legs drop down and she sighs at the feeling of stretching.
I crawl over her and lay to her side sprawling against her. I reach my hands above my head and point my toes in a long languid stretch feeling my body shudder with it.
Her hands trace my shape one moving up along my arms the other down my chest and towards my hips. It tickles slightly and I jerk which makes her laugh. HEr hand moves lower and my mind follows it....in that hoping...wanting...somehow move her hand with my mind to where I want it to go...kind of way. And it works! Her fingers brush against my shaft and it jumps like a shock at the touch. One of her finger nails draws along its length making me moan and squirm. My mind imagines what I could actually see if I could only manage to open my eyes...but they are shut with pleasure.
So focused on her lower hand that I fail to notice the loop of cloth being drawn over my wrists. When I feel the cloth brush against me I jerk my hands down suddenly cinching the loop tight.
This I did not expect.
She rolls off the bed suddenly and reaches beneath it. I feel my hands pulled to the head of the bed despite my resisting. After a moment she pops back up from beneath the bed smiling wickedly.
"So," she starts her voice husky and flavored with mischief "What ARE we going to do with you? Hmmm?"
A wicked smile plays acrossed her mouth followed by a lick to her upper lip and a bite to her lower.

More to come......

Struggle

Fri, 23 Sep 2005 00:15:01 GMT

She tries to hug her hands to her chest to keep me from pulling them where I want but I simply lean into her and push them against her keeping her pinned.
As I lean on her I bring my other leg between hers and suddenly she is aware of what I'm going to do. She sets her face in an angry/pouty glare and and tries to keep her thighs closed. I'm in a better position and time is on my side...pulsing my legs open and relaxing a little at a time lets me slip deeper between her soft thighs and my sex rests just above hers.
As her focus centers on the struggle lower...I switch my attentions to her wrists again. Pulling them down towards her hips causes her to struggle the other way and I let her bring her hands higher.
Her momentary victory turns to shock as I cross her arms and use one of hers to keep the other in check. Her right arm crosses over her throat and her left arm crosses against it pinning both together by simply holding one.
My hips have now worked her legs apart and I use my free hand to hold my stiff cock against the wetness of her.
"Don't" she says giving me a look that desperately wants to be serious. I simply raise an eyebrow and give a questioning look back as I rub the head of my shaft just against and inside her.
She gasps and looks upwards pulling her chest forward at this and I press in farther.
Slowly at first...letting her wet me inch by inch....wanting to thrust all the way in but worried about hurting her.
Her pussy grabs at me with each slow insertion begging for more. At a point there is enough of me wet and my want so great that as she relaxes between each squeeze I move all the way in.
The moment. When both of us gasp and stop and feel this. Like for the briefest of seconds that we're one person and we feel wonderful...I flex myself inside her and another moan slips past her tightend lips. I move out and then in again slowly enjoying the soft and supple wetness she brings to me.
She struggles a little to move her hands but I keep her pinned. My free hand moves up her body to her breasts finding the eretic nipples there.
I pinch them between my fingers and roll the end against my finger tip twisting slightly as she shows and sounds her approval. My mouth moves to the captive flesh and I lick the tip slowly. Tasting her skin and feeling the crinkle of it. Sucking at it and dragging my teeth along it. Feeling each subtle texture. I repeat this with the other breast...in part because I enjoy the feel of her flesh against my mouth...in part because I love the squeezes she gives my cock from each delicate change I bring to her...and in part because I want to make sure she's even. *shrug*
Holding her arm is somewhat awkward and I lean my entire weight against her as I move in and out. Grabbing her wrists with both of my hands I bring them to her sides. She doesn't resist.

More to come....

Wed, 21 Sep 2005 23:40:07 GMT

She squirms against me as I kiss her neck...my tongue licking out against her skin tasting the salt of her and feeling the delicate fuzz at her nape. My teeth drag across the flesh there and I bite down...feeling the flesh pull and pucker in my mouth. I lick and suck at what I find...feeling my way back and forth against her.
My hands are lost to me for a moment as I focus on my mouth...a fault of mine at times this oral fixation...she takes that time to free her wrists and wrap her fingers in my hair. This takes a moment to wrap them again and again around and around due to its length.
She pulls my head back and away from her, my neck strains to keep me at her flesh.
She stares into my eyes brifly....looking for something..or simply wanting to see me this closely I do not know.
Again my breath catches and stutters at her beauty...my wanting for her...needing.
I can feel my eyes grow cold and I keep my head still. My right hand slides quickly down her body and between her legs. Not finding her sex at first simply moving around her groin..feeling her warmth..the heat of her.
I can feel her hands slip slightly in my hair and I focus more closely on her inviting pussy. I can smell her musk and my finger slicks as it slides against her lips. My left hand wraps in her hair and pulls hard and firm.
She gasps and her hands slip a little more..they move to my back and shoulders and I can feel her gripping me and biting in with her nails in time to my gentle passings at her sex.
I slip a finger inside of her...wetting it with her more and more as I go deeper and deeper. First one finger and then another. She gasps and bucks against my hand and I press the heel of it against her clit while my fingers move inside.
I can already feel her grabbing my fingers and pulsing with her orgasm. She's breathing in time with them and almost ready to cum.
I love making her cum and it makes me breath faster and gasp in tiem with her.
As she cums suddenly I work in time with her...moving her along as wave after wave crashesd against her. As she slows I slow. Being as one with her as I can....helping her forget that there's someone helping her..and that she's simply cumming.
I slide my fingers out feeling her pussy grabbing at them with their own hunger. She's breathing heavy and I kiss her deeply. My hand slides up towards my mouth and I lick my fingers tasting her on me. I shudder slightly as the thought of her shivers over me focused on my mouth.
She grabs my wrist and greedily sucks my my fingers tasting herself. Her passion drives forward and she moans at her own taste.
After a moment of blurred thoughtless enjoyment I pull my hand back to me. Her glazed eyes stare into mine for a moment before we kiss.
As our lips meet my hands reach for her wrists again and the struggle begins.

More to come...