A Divine Purpose

The way he was able to command her attention was surprising, intriguing, and sometimes intimidating although her heart and soul felt without a doubt that he was the perfect fit for her. “If there was ever such a thing as a soul mate, then without a doubt he would be the one” she had thought many times before they were together. But now that they were together, he set her heart and soul soaring beyond anything she had ever imagined……

She sat curled up on the couch next to the fire place, reading whatever had caught her fancy that month. She smiled at her wondering thoughts and peeked out from her book to admire this incredible man sitting in his chair across the room, his legs propped up on the ottoman, and working on his laptop. He usually didn’t wear his reading glasses but today he was which added a sort of mysterious intellect to his already strong and handsome face. He must have sensed that she was staring as he had stopped what he was doing to look up at her. They smiled at one another and she pretended to go back to her book. Of course, that didn’t last very long for her. She couldn’t help herself around him. She got up and crossed the room to give him a warm kiss. “Do you want anything?” she inquired. “Yes, but let me finish this first.” he responded. “Ok.” she smiled, kissed him gently on the forehead and meandered to the kitchen to get a drink of water, aware that he was following her, not with his eyes, but with his soul. Even now, she remained awe-struck by the way their two souls felt like one regardless of time or distance.

He closed the laptop, took off his glasses and followed her to the kitchen. As he approached her, he reached out with a gentle hand and pulled at her hair. With her body responding to his touch immediately, she cocked her head back to face him. He spun her around slowly, pressed his lips passionately upon hers and wrapped an arm around her. As her small hands came to rest upon his chest, she could feel his heart beating thunderously through his shirt. His breathing was deep as if he were breathing her into him. Separating momentarily from their kiss, she stared up into his eyes; the light in his eyes reflecting back the same passion that she was feeling so deeply inside for him. She trembled with excitement as she pulled him close for another intimate kiss.

Just like a finally orchestrated symphony, they began a dance of passion that set them both on fire. She nibbled and sucked at his lower lip, teasing kisses from him. He responded in kind but with a little more force. His lips trailed down to her neck where he kissed and nibbled playfully, knowing how sensitive she was there and how much she enjoyed being bitten. She let out a soft, barely audible moan and a heavy sigh of anticipation as her hands traveled down to his hips. She pulled him tightly into her and he responded with a more firm pull of her hair, bringing her head back to where he could look upon her for a moment. She smiled playfully up to him and with her hands still upon his hips, she gave a soft tug at him again. She liked to instigate trouble.

With the arm he had around her lower back, he pulled her hard up against him allowing her to feel his excitement. He followed this up swiftly with another deep (and this time hard) kiss, exploring her deeply with his tongue as she responded in kind. Moans began to escape from her throat as they continued this give and take between each other until finally, she couldn’t contain herself. Her hands slid under his shirt as she began to tease his flesh with her finger tips. He allowed her to touch freely as he maintained control with his grip still in her hair and arm wrapped tightly around her. She then slowly scratched at his back, sending chills over his body and he finally let out a moan. This thrilled her to no end, knowing that she was giving him something he enjoyed.

As strong spirited as she was, she always submitted to him and desired nothing more than to give him what he gave to her: Divine Purpose.

* I ask for one moment that you close your eyes. Let the image sink in and dare to imagine what would take place next if it were you, dear reader. Let your heart, soul and mind be your only guides. There are no limitations, no boundaries, and no judgments. As the author, I’m inclined to finish any story that I put out, however, this one is different. There has never been an ending, only a beginning; a moment within time of two star-crossed lovers beginning to engage in an act of spiritual, physical, emotional and mental exploration based on mutual trust and respect. They’re not interested in the means to the end but the act of and in itself, simply reaffirming the union between them. Imagine if you will what it would be like to know that there is such a thing as this and that it was yours. Think it’s impossible? It’s not. I know that it exists and I’ve seen other couples that share this type of relationship. Whether they are wearing dog collars, tying each other up, using riding crops or just simply sitting beside one another holding hands, they have this deep spiritual and sensual connection…………and it is beautiful.

Bitter:Sweet - Drink You Sober

Oh dear, look what you've done
You've made a mess of me and
I don't want to clean up
I'm dangerously high
You've seemed to quench my appetite

I want to drink you sober
I want to feel you

Oh my, where does the time go
It's after midnight, our clothes are strewn on the kitchen floor
You're tasty as a cake
A recipe I long to taint

I want to drink you sober
I want to feel you
Want you to be my lover
Be my lover

Oh no make no mistake
For I am just a cat, dressed up as a hungry snake
A delicate reprieve
A victim to my every need

I want to drink you sober
I want to feel you
Want you to be my lover
Be my lover
Need you to be my lover
Why don't you be my lover ?
Be my lover (forever)

The eloquent lie

She had given up on him years ago, the love that she knew when she was still a young naive girl. Now, a woman filled with grey colored ambitions, she had only herself, her cat named Omi and her job to pre-occupy her time.

But back then, he was her universe. He was 10 years older then her, but at the age of 18, she thought she knew everything there was to know about love; and age was merely a number. He was easy on the eyes, strong, confidant and always commanding of her attention. After all, a god-like man of his stature could command anyone's attention.

She recalled a time when she had inquired as to how he could be interested in a plain-jane girl such as herself. Her inquiry was met with a borderline lunatic tossing her to the hood of his car, bending her over, ripping off her panties and thrusting his suddenly hard cock painfully into her. She whimpered under his force, shocked and frightened by his dominance. After his climax, he coddled her into his arms, brushing her hair from her face and quietly hushing her soft tears. "You make me a weak man", he whispered.......

She snapped out her vision and cursed him under her breath. No man will ever control her, abuse her the way he did.

She clicked on the computer and began reading her e-mail. There, in big bold letters, was a solicitation that read: "Male slave for you". She snickered under to herself but curiously opened the e-mail. It read: "You. A strong, independent woman. Me: a handsome man who desires to do nothing more then please you. E-mail me if you choose to know more."

"What a fucking scam", she cursed.

A few days went by, same as before. Another high-power lunch here and a few conference calls there. The bleakness of her busy professional life was rather comforting to her. And as she routinely did, she stopped by her computer to check her e-mail before resigning herself to bed. Again, in big bold letters, another solicitation: "Male slave for you." She thought about trashing it but curiosity gave way as she opened it. She was very surprised by what she read this time. "You know me by name and appearance. I will give anything to be your slave. Please give me the opportunity to prove this to you. Meet me for lunch at The Palace, 1:30 tomorrow." She crinkled up her nose, squinted her eyes and thought to her self who this strange e-mail was coming from. She looked closely at the e-mail address but did not recognize it. The name was anonymous, so that was of no use to her.

"Who is this sick fuck?" she pondered.

That night, she was unable to sleep easily. Her mind kept roaming around, searching for clues as to who this person could be. What if it was "him"? Or maybe it's one her clients from abroad? And then the other thoughts came.....thoughts of what it meant for this person to be offering themselves as a slave. "Why?" she whispered to herself in the darkness of her room. Well.....there was really only one way to find out what this was....

At 1:29, she walked through the restaurant's doors. She looked down and checked her watch and then scanned the area for a familiar face. Within seconds, she was greeted by a waiter, "Please come this way. Your table is ready for you, Miss." She looked at him puzzled for a moment and he smiled at her as if knowingly. She hardened her face and followed. As they approached the table, a kind man stood, reaching his hand out to greet her. Could it really be?

There before her, dressed comfortably in a black suit, stood one of the least likely of suspects. A formidable young sales manager with a highly addictive smile, Rich took her hand into his and held it gently. "I'm very grateful you arrived today. Please allow me to seat you." He walked behind her, grasped the chair and waited for her to take her seat. As she sat, she looked up at him and asked, "Is this some kind of joke, Rich? I mean seriously..." she paused. She remained stern in her tone and controlled in demeanor yet inside, she was confused with a girlish glee.

"I know this is very undeserving of your time." he replied humbly. "But this isn't a joke. You move me in a way that no other has ever moved me. I find myself wanting to do things.....very special things......I don't know that it would be wise to tell you everything right now." "Tell me." she commanded. His eyes fell slowly to the table as he heaved a deep and shaking breath into his chest. "I meant what I said in the e-mail. I want to be your slave. Do with me as you will....use me....for whatever you want. I want nothing more in return then to be your slave....to pleasure you in any way you wish."

There was a lengthy silence between them as she sized him, as well as his words up. How could this young, dynamic professional sit here in front of her with such a weird request? "What does that mean - to be a slave?", she asked. He quietly pulled out a piece of paper from his breast pocket and slid it across the table. Suspiciously she opened it. There, in bold colors, was a picture of a man kneeling at a woman's feet, kissing her shoes, while she had him collared like a dog. She darted a look across the table and immediately stood up. "Good day, Rich."

The day's events continued to replay in her mind. What was he thinking? What a sick, pervert! Who does he think he is?? But the image of the picture remained burned into her mind.....she decided she wanted to know more.

Weeks went by as she continued to research this "slave" thing but she made sure her interactions with Rich were beyond limited. She avoided him to the point of suspicious behavior all of its own. But as she learned more about what he had mentioned, the idea began to form in her mind about how she could exact her revenge on all men for what she had endured as a young girl. What better way to exact revenge then by being in total control - to abuse the abusers.

She resolved to respond to the last e-mail from weeks ago, telling Rich to meet her at The Palace this Friday night - outside. That night, she walked up casually late as he stood outside awaiting her. She told him to follow her. The walked to a nearby taxi and she suggested with a nod that they were to get in. Without a word, he opened the door for her and allowed her to comfortably climb in. He rushed in after her and she ordered the cabbie to drive to a nearby location. She didn't pay attention to him, look at him or even speak to him as they arrived at the Hotel. As the taxi pulled up, she looked at him and then the cabbie, again suggesting that he pay....and he did. Her belly began to burn with a fire that she had never felt before. There was a heightened throbbing beating between her thighs now. They exited the taxi and entered the hotel. He followed behind her as she strolled powerfully to the elevators. He pressed the button and awaited for her next indication. To the 7th floor, they exited and she knew that in a few short steps, she was going to be having her way with him. She handed him the key and awaited for him to unlock the door.

As they entered the room, he saw that she had already been there and prepared for the night. Cuffs, rope, tape, dildos, a collar, leather leash, lotions and a few other odds and ends came into view. "Undress yourself now" she commanded as she spun around on her heels, lighting up a cigarette and watching. His face did not show fear nor concern. He seemed calm and sure that whatever she was about to do would be rewarding. His dark eyes remained focused on her, watching for any signs of her dissatisfaction or approval. She observed how his cock was erect and smiled. She knew that the research was paying off. "Lay face down on that bed." she commanded again and he obeyed. She put out her cigarette and began to restrain him with the handcuffs and rope to the bed-frame. After completing this, she stopped to admire the good-looking physique that laid sprawled out before her. She walked over and smacked his ass with as much might as she could muster. "Is this what you were asking of me a few weeks ago? Is this what you had in mind?" she shouted. "Yes Ma'am" he responded softly. "Thank you for choosing to allow me to prove how worthy I am of your attention."

Anonymously Erotic No. 2

I scoffed as I read the headlines as I took the elevator to my apartment. Human Pet Refused Bus, Wearing a Collar and Leash, London. I started to snicker. What would make any sane girl wear a collar and leash around London? Where a leash anywhere?

I look at sex as being something I'm in control of and so far, it has worked well. I have my terms, rules really. And being someones pet is just ludicrous.

I must have snickered aloud because apartment 23c was also in the elevator and watching me. Blushing to the roots of my hair, I start to explain about the Human Pet. I can see he is amused, he has a smirky sort of smile that makes me want to both kiss and bite him. To kiss his swelling bloody mouth. Craptacular. Elevastor fantasies. I find the door opening and I'm motionless looking at his mouth.

"Are you getting off?", I wonder if he is reading my mind or just thinking I'm another crazy LA chica, yes, I think, stand there a bit more and I'll get off. I find my body temperature rising with the blush, but my heartbeat is also rapid. I bite my lower lip and step out. The doors close behind me. I am on the wrong floor and he knows it. "Come on, check out my apartment." I follow like I'm on a string and it's being pulled by him. I think about Jaime and our casual friendship and regular sex. I follow.

The apartment is sparse. It smells like wood, cologne, like rosemary just spicy, like a man. He ushers me to a small sofa and I put the paper down next to my purse.

"You watch me like I'm naked" he states. I reply honestly, "I watch you." "Take off your shirt" he says. My temper flares, "I'm not going...", I trail off looking into his steel blue eyes. I feel like naughty girl who spoke to her teacher in a disrespectful manner and I am silent and unbutton the white cotton blouse. "Your skirt." My hand hesitates at the button. I realize he is quite serious so I stand and unbutton it. I pull the zipper and the skirt is at my ankles.

My mind kept whirling. I'm in a strange apartment with a strange man. I'm standing in white panties and a white bra and summer heels. I am burning with heat. There is glow and a glossy wetness on my naked skin. Without waiting for his next order, yes, I realize now, this is how it feels to surrender yourself, to take orders from a man, I unhook my bra and slide my panties down.

He moved quickly, I found myself pinned over the arm of his sofa. His hand is roughly petting the lips of my pussy, dragging his rough fingers over my clit from behind. I can feel him drag his fingers up the crack of my ass. I yelp as he slaps his hand on my ass and pushes my legs farther apart. In spite of my indignation, I push my ass closer to him. He backs away so I can't feel his body, just his hand pinning my arms to my back. "No" he growled. He spanks me harder. I felt a gush of new wetness, my pussy sucking hard at nothing. I moaned. His hand is still rough but finds the entrance.

I can feel his fingers slip in firmly. Two, three, four, I moan more and can feel tears in my eyes, a burning in my pussy. My arms now free, I stay how I am placed and he is on his knees. Pussy full with his fingers, playing hard in me and then more pain as he pushes two fingers against my asshole. He can feel the resistance in my body as it tenses. On all accounts, I'm a virgin to anal sex. It's not something the men I've dated ever asked for, and I would say no anyway.

I feel the room spin as he puts on finger in and suddenly his hands are still. I feel my ass pulling him in. The sensation is painful, but also curiously pleasant. Suddenly I long to push toward him, to ask for the second finger. I wait, now knowing it isn't allowed. Knowing the punishment, I move sightly, then curve my ass to him. He takes one hand away from my pussy and I cry out at the lost fullness and he grabs my ass and squeezes hard.

Kneading it, bruising my flesh. He smacks my ass again. This time, I give in, and make no sound. He finds my clit and rubs it, one finger still in my ass. I feel the second finger go in and have to remind myself to breathe. He pushes his fingers apart slightly, stretching me. Making overly tight skin pliable. I begin to relax and just feel him.

The wetness is sticky like blood, my pussy dripping and his fingers rubbing the wetness at my hole. He beings to stroke pushing the fingers into my ass, stretching, pulling out, pushing into me with his fingers. I'm overwhelmed by the sensation. It's like coming but without an ending in sight. I rock slightly with the motion. He stops and I can hear him move behind me. I know better than to look. I'm a fast learner. I stand there splayed on the arm of the sofa. Obedient, ready. He begins to knead my ass again. I can feel the pain as my cheeks are squeezed and pinched.

I shift my weight slightly he pulls the cheeks and I feel cold air on my ass. I feel a firmness against my hole. He rubs it with his cock. My ass is wet with precum, wet with my juice, and he shoves his cock into me hard and deep. He reaches to my pussy with his hand and plays with my clit. I can pull him in deeper. He moans and removes his hand from my pussy.

He pinches my nipples hard. My breath is ragged. He pulls on my nipple and pinches harder. I don't move. He slides halfway out and he pushes without hesitation back in over and over. I start to moan, "I'll be good, I'll be good I promise, I need it in my pussy, oh god, I need it. I need it so bad, please, please." He bites my shoulder and and squeezes my breast harder. My nipple is rock hard as he pinches. He pushes hard, rougher with his dick in my ass. I want to cry out, scream with pleasure. I feel hot gushing as he fills my ass with his cum. He slid out, wet and slick.

I stand, turn and face him. My legs weak, my back sore from being held over and still whispering, "More, I need more". I fall to my knees, his dick in my face, begging to have my pussy satiated.

He leaves me there, on the floor and comes back with a box. He pulls out huge black dildo. It is unbelievable dark and huge against my white stomach. My bald pussy looks tiny next to the head of the rubber dick. I look up at him and he is watching my face. I open my legs and lift my hips. He rubs it n my wetness, and begind gently pushing it against the smooth button of my clit to the deep wetness of my pussy. The head cannot fit so he pushes harder. I lift my hips to meet it, wanting the blackness to fill me completely, graning with fustration as it refuses to give.

His hand grabs my wrist and he wraps my hand around the dildo. My hand can barely encircle it. I push it harder. I can feel the soreness from it at my pussy, and lick my lips.

My gaze never leaves his. This time I ask, "Can I get up?". He looks at me with amusement. My brown curling hair in tangles, the impossibly large dildo in my hand. naked on his floor. I get on my knees and use the dildo base on the floor so it is upright. I lower myself onto it pushing down and raising and lowering myself and I can feel my pussy begin to give in. Once the head is in, I raise and lower myself onto it with more pressure, harder, faster. He watches my success still amused.

I begin to moan and cry out. His hands are quickly on my neck and I find myself on my back. He's pushing it in and out to the rhythm of my breath and rocking body. I see everything and then as the pressure builds, I see nothing, I'm aware of only our breath, and then the sounds of wetness slapping, slurping.

I lost control, lost myself and he is sucking and slurping my fluids. His tongue is cleansing me, massaging the pain and fire, leaving behind only pleasure. I can feel an invisible collar and leash binding me to him.

~thank you to, the Anonymous Writer~

Anonymously Erotic

This was delivered to me a while back from an Anonymous writer.

I haven’t had a chance to bring it to here until now.

I hope you can enjoy…

More to come soon from me...

~wicked erotical love~

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What an asshole. I replayed the conversation in my head over and over. I was “too good”, he “didn’t want to hurt me”, what the fuck? Kicking myself and determined to prove I’m not “safe” I caught my breath and opened the door. Hating the fact I was blushing, I went up to the girl with tattoos and a safety pin through her lip and squeaked out, “I’m Avery, I have an appointment with Jay.” Damn my lack of confidence.

The woman motioned for me to follow her into a small bathroom and said to take off my jeans and undies and put on a paper cloth. Feeling faint and crazy, I pulled off the jeans and paused before taking of my underwear. It wasn’t too late, I could just walk out. No one would ever know. Thrusting off my underwear I wrapped the paper sheet around my waist and walked into the waiting area.

A pretty young man with vines drawn around his neck smiled and said, “Hey, I’m Jay, if you’re ready, come on over here.” Ready? I’d never be ready. I wanted to throw up or melt into vapor. What was I thinking?

Thank God it was a private room. Everything was sparkling clean and sanitary. Jay had me lie on the table like I was having an gyn appointment – stirrups and all. I reminded myself to breath. Jay asked if I wanted to watch – he’d get a mirror. I passed up the offer. Okay, I AM a baby.

Jay’s hands were thankfully warm as he pushed the folds of my hood and exposed my clitoris. I gasped. He was the fourth man to touch me there. I tried to think of anything but that. I thought of baseball. Jay asked if I was okay, and I whispered yes. He warned me there would be a little pain. He was all business like, not pervy at all. I laughed inside as I thought of my “professional” in my um, personal space. His fingers were brushing against my clit. And then Mary, mother of God, I saw sparks. The bad kind. I felt like I was going to pass out, my crotch in Jay’s face or Jay's fave in my crotch. I forced myself to suck it up. I realized Jay was now putting his hand on my shoulder. It was over? He was telling me about the kit he packed, to clean and turn the piercing a couple times a day and to avoid sex for 48 hours. I assured him, it wasn’t a problem.

I moved my legs together and felt my thigh slick against each other. Is there a lot of blood? I asked Jay. He smiled and said no, it wasn’t blood, I was just wet. Realizing what he said I mumbled a thank you and sat up. I could feel this cold pressure against my clit and it began to swell with pleasure. I walked to the bathroom. On the counter was a hand mirror. I picked it up and lifted my leg to see the little ring and ball. There was a heaviness that wasn’t there before. Shit, I was getting wet again. And I hadn’t even left the bathroom.

I washed my hands and touched it. I felt a sigh of pleasure on my mouth. My body was reacting instantly. I pulled my jeans on and shoved my undies in my pocket. I walked cowboyish to the counter. I dropped cash on the counter and walked back to my car. Holy shit. I unlocked the door quickly and felt myself moan and cumming. My jeans were definitely damp. Thoughts raced in my head – How can I walk like this? I started to drive home.

The drive is long and the road is almost empty. I can feel another wave of pleasure begin. I pull over. Just pressing my hand inside my jeans isn’t enough. I reach over to the glove compartment. I feel a panic knowing I won’t get a release for another twenty minutes. My hand catches on a candy bar.

Not even thinking I pull my jeans down and shove the wrapped chocolate in my pussy. Harder and harder. The ring is rubbed by my wrist and I’m seeing colors and only content on finishing so I can get my ass home and grab my vibrator and dildo. This is ridiculous. I can’t even drive.

I’m sweaty, my wrist hurts and I’m no where near to finishing. The more I touch and rub and shove in and out, the more my body is creaming for more. There is a tap on my window. A police officer is watching the show. My nipple are hard, my jeans around my ankles and I’m not feeling any shame. I open the door exposing myself to him.

He says he’s married and I watch his cock harden in his brown uniform. He kneels in between my legs and I push my hips toward his mouth. He sees the metal and looks surprised. How many women driving a Volvo spread their legs for him I wonder? He pulls my ass so I’m only half way on the seat, grabs the Butterfinger and shoves it and twists it into me over and over, it becomes a melted mess in its wrapper. He opened it while it was in me and licked the chocolate and flicked his chocolate coated tongue on the ring.

He roughly pushes two fingers into me as he pulls the hot mess out of me. In a frenzy, I tell him more. He slides in a third finger and I feel a burning as I stretch to contain his fingers. He is sucking furiously on my clit and he tries a fourth finger. I’m not aware of anything but his hot hard tongue and his knuckles as they hit the back entrance to my vagina. Shit, all I want is his entire hand in me. I want to feel it in my pussy, I want to feel pain in my ass. I want to be all fucked up.

I strain against his hand to get it all in to no avail. We need time, lube, I feel insane. I’ve never done or wanted anything like this before.

I feel raw, I cum over and over, screaming sounds I’ve never made before. I blacked out for seconds…minutes? I don’t know…only that officer friendly is no longer belted. I sit up and slide my mouth onto his cock, he pulls my hair so I’m almost gagging on him, and within minutes, I can feel his hot salty bitter cum shoot down my throat. Our breath ragged, my body burning, I pull on my jeans. He zips his pants and buckles his belt. He got into his car and drove off. I manage the last 20 minutes without reflection.

I got home, got out of the car, and feeling my pussy swell with its promise of a vibrator and a large dildo, I undress on my way to my room. It is going to be a long night.

I purr to myself, “Good girl?”.

That bastard is no longer needed.