Tainted Love ~ Erotic Stories

At the end of the Day

2011-07-06T17:13:00.000-07:00

There’s something endearing about a gentle ass fuck; there’s a sweetness, a tenderness to it that reaches euphorically into the receiver’s soul and pulls devotion out to the surface. Slow, deep thrusts, hands that cradle hips and breasts tenderly, hard breaths and deep moans of physical pleasure as the bodies become one, slipping into spiritual bliss…..cumming……….

That sweet sentiment swept over me today; the longing of that pure, simple gratification. I lay there, half asleep as visions danced around in my mind. Would I bend over a piece of fine furniture for a bit more leverage and penetration or would I lay on my side for a slow spooning?

My pussy responded to my thoughts as I became moist and my clit began to tingle with excitement. "Mmmmmm" I thought. "How delicious would it be to be eaten out after that?" My body quivered a little. So that settled it; I proceeded to pull out my ass plug. There was no sense in denying the craving my body was having for gratification. Besides, it's a discreet plug.....long but discreet; no one will know that I am entertaining myself except for me. I pulled out my little toy, lubed my ass and slid it in. With a little bit of a grin, I proceeded to take my shower and go on about my day.

Sitting for any length of time is sometimes uncomfortable but if I make minor adjustments, it's more of a tease. However the real pleasure is in doing things that require movement; stooping, walking, standing...especially walking. There is a constant moisture flowing from within me as my body tells me consistently how much it is enjoying my play. All I can think about is how at the end of the day, I am going to reward myself with quite an orgasm. But I have to get through the day......

Star-crossed

2011-05-30T23:01:00.000-07:00

Alone
His face an image burnt into her mind
She's on her knees, begging, pleading....
Own me

She caresses the moisture between her thighs
She hears his voice whispering in her ear
If she could take him into her depth
Maybe

She desires to be tethered and tied
For her heart belongs to him

Alone
Her energy courses through his veins
He holds it for a moment longer, praying
Belong to me

He is hard and excited
He replays the curves of her body in his mind
If he could sink into the depth of her
Maybe

He yearns to put a collar around her throat
His heart thunderously beating for her

Precious and adored, His pet awaits for Him
Beloved and cherished, her Master observes her

Their souls intertwined
Two perfect pieces of a whole
Craving each other spirit, body and mind
And yet too far to hold

Cocktail Hour

2011-05-05T20:45:00.000-07:00

As the day continues at work, I start to think about how nice a hot bath at home would feel. I have worked hard all day and my muscles are tight and need to relax.

At 4pm I clock out and head to my vehicle, smiling thinking of the whirl pool tub and about you and how nice it would be to share a bath together. I get in and start it, pull out of the parking lot thinking about what fun we can have. All the way home I sing and smile to the radio, wanting to get home as fast as I can. It is not a far drive to home, but today I make it in no time flat.

I pull in, walk into the house and check messages, which thank goodness there aren't any. As I walk through the house, I start pulling off clothes, leaving a trail of them into the bedroom, then the adjoining bathroom.

I quickly rinse out the tub, then start filling it with hot steamy water, knowing it will take a bit to get full. I go back into our kitchen getting a glass of water in only my black undies and matching bra. I can feel my body already relaxing some, but know that the bath will help much more.

I down my glass of water, spilling a drop that slides down my chin and lands in between my breasts. Chilling me as it continues downward to my tummy. The sensation feels so good that I deliberately spill another couple of drops down, sucking in a breath as I feel it run down my tummy and collecting in my panties and sliding lower, running over my smooth pussy and lips. I close my eyes as I feel my body start to throb with unreleased passion, feeling my nipples start to harden at the thoughts that are racing through my brain. I quickly set the glass down and walk back to our bathroom.

The water in the tub is just about the right height. I strip off my bra and undies, tossing them about the room. I step in and catch my breath, because the water is very hot, but not hot enough to hurt. I slowly lower myself into the water, relaxing. Feeling my muscles turn to mush at the feel of the hot water soaking into them. I close my eyes, relaxing back and turn off the faucet with my feet. Gathering my wash cloth and getting it wet then slowly rubbing it around my flushed face, relaxing even more.

I then run my cloth down my arms and chest, feeling it run over my nipples, sending sparks through my body at the contact. I glide it back over them, wanting to feel the sensations again. Awww...yes, that is what I have been waiting for, those wonderful sensations of my body feeling loving touches and caresses.

I leave the cloth to float in the water and bring my hands back to my aching breasts. Gathering them together, lightly caressing them with my strong hands. Circling the nipples with my fingers, making them harden more. Then taking my nipples between my fingers and rolling them, tugging on them. I moan softly at my caressing, wanting to feel more.

I slide my hands down my belly as I widen my legs out into the tub, feeling the hotness of the water wash over my hairless mound. I slowly slide my fingers over my pussy, feeling it tingle at my touch. I massage my lips with my hand, lightly running them between, grazing my bud. When I happen to graze it, my body responds with quivers at my touch. I spread open my lips now, sliding my fingers over my clit, making those quivers stronger, feeling my body respond with growing passion. I slowly slide two fingers into myself, feeling my muscles respond to them, contracting and wanting more.

I slowly slide my body to the front of the tub, where there is a jet at the front right of it. I put the towel just outside around where I will put my legs up out of the tub. I lift my legs so that they are out and lean back into the water, so that I will have better access to the jet that is just at the right level of my throbbing pussy.

I have turned the jets off, while I have moved so that it will be easier to position myself there in front of it. I then, turn on the jet, feeling it burst out and hit my pussy, moaning at the first caress of it. Now my hips start to move my pussy around the jet, feeling it force its way into my hot core all the way into me. This is the feeling I have been waiting for, the hot water pistoning into me as your hard cock would, as we make love.

I rock my hips back and forth on the stream, feeling it hit deep inside me, grazing that one spot that just sends me higher than any other. I rock them down too, for it to stream onto my clit, sending more delicious shocks through my body. I close my eyes, as I feel my body building and building its pleasure.

As I have my eyes closed and am concentrating on my pleasure, I have not heard you come in. You walk into the house and see my clothes all over and smile. You know that I have had a hard day and am probably in the tub relaxing. You know me too well and walk into the room, hearing the jets running in the bathroom.

You smile wickedly and start undressing yourself, knowing that your presence will not be noticed just yet; after you have removed most of your clothes, but leave your boxers on and feeling yourself grow hard in them at the thought of me in the tub, you slowly open the door peering in. As you look in you are not surprised to see it all hazy and know that I have not been in there long.

You slowly step in to the room, close the door softly behind you, not wanting to disturb me. You can now see that I am caught up in my erotic embrace with the jet and this both surprises and excites you. I have not yet sensed your presence and continue to pump myself on the jet, wanting release and not stopping until I reach it.

I conjure your image in my mind and think of the jet being your large cock thrusting deeply into me over and over and my wanting to feel myself contract strongly around your cock grows. This thought makes a moan pass over my lips and your body responds to it with a jerk of its own. Your cock grows harder in your boxers as you watch me in the tub.

Then you see me tense, I take a deep hard breath in and my toes curl out of the tub as I feel my body quiver around the jets, contracting and straining as my orgasm hits me. I then release a loud moan as it comes upon me, holding myself there against the jet, feeling it pump into me. Then I slowly drift down back into the tub, feeling my body tingle from the after affects.

As I float back into the water, I now sense that I am not alone. I open my eyes to catch yours looking at me in the mirror. My rosé cheeks blush redder now as I slowly smile and say hello with my eyes, not having the voice to do it with at the moment. Your wicked smile back at me tells me that you enjoyed the view and you start to walk toward me. I then notice a very wet spot in your boxers and grin knowing that you came at the sight of me coming on the jet. When you have reached me you lower your lips to mine and we kiss deeply; I love the feel of our tongues in each other’s mouths, sliding against one another, tasting and drinking each other in deeply.

As we continue to kiss, I reach up and slide your boxers down your legs. Once they are at your feet, you step out of them without breaking our kiss. You kneel down beside the tub and place your hands on my face holding me to you so none of our kiss is wasted. It is a deep kiss full of passion, which spreads out into our bodies.

You feel yourself growing hard again and need to feel my hands and mouth on you. Then you stand and smile down at me, your cock just right at my level. I can tell by the way you are smiling and the hardening of your cock what you want.

I reach up with my wet hands and start to stoke you. One of my hands is caressing your balls gently, while the other strokes you with long strong motions. I then lean towards you and gently swirl your tip with my tongue, making you catch your breath at my touch. I lick all around the head, and then taking it into my mouth, gently suck it.

My hand continues to stroke as I start to take more of your hardening cock into my mouth, swirling my tongue all around it. Taking more, sucking harder on your cock into my mouth. My other hand is now stroking from your inner thigh to the outside of your leg and back. You start leaning into me and decide that you want in the bath too.

You step back, releasing my hold on you. Motioning me to scoot over in the tub, you step in sitting on the side of it, with your feet in the water. I get up onto my knees and reach up to your lips for more of your kisses while my hands find your cock again. They go back to stroking and feeling your hardness. I break the kiss and travel down your neck, kissing and sucking downward. I come to your right nipple, taking my tongue and circling it with it. It hardens under my motions and then I lightly nip it with my teeth, drawing a low moan from you. I know how much you enjoy me sucking and nibbling on your nipples, so I move to the left and do the same to it.

I then continue down your chest, kissing and licking my way down. My hands are still stroking your cock, keeping it hard until my hot mouth reaches it. I kiss lower on your tummy, lower still.

I lean back to gaze at your cock amazed still at the size of it. Lowering my mouth down to your tip, I again swirl my tongue around, then engulf as much as I can take into my mouth. Sucking down hard on it, making you growl. You like it when I take you as deep as I can into my mouth. So, I suck and swirl my tongue up and down the length of your cock. Continuing to draw moans, groans and growls from you, also words like "that's a good girl, suck my cock...yeah, make Daddy cum...." telling me that I am doing what you like, I continue with what I am doing to your increasingly hard cock. One of your hands finds its way into my damp hair and you tenderly grab a fist full to guide me.

Sucking harder, stroking you up and down wanting your hot cum to go down my throat, I can feel your body starting to tense and know you are near your climax. I speed up my motions up and down your cock, licking with my tongue all around. Your body stiffens and a moan erupts from your lips; I lock my lips around your cock, knowing you are about to cum. Your cock then erupts into my hungry mouth, taking it all swallowing as fast as I can, loving the taste as it slides down my throat.

After you have climaxed and I have licked you clean, you slide slowly down into the tub. You close your eyes, enjoying the heat of it, letting it soak into you. I am still facing you and I take my wash cloth, get it wet and gently wash your face, sliding it down your chest to your tummy. Then start back up at your shoulders, gliding it down your arms to your hands. I drop it and take your right hand in both of mine, massaging it, sliding my fingers in between yours, kneading your palm with my fingers, making you sigh in relaxation.

After I have done your left hand as well, I turn around in the tub, you stretch your legs out and I sit between them, resting my back against your chest. I close my eyes and smile, loving the closeness that we have at the moment. No words are spoken; none are needed, only our souls talking to one another silently. Then you wrap your arms about me, hugging me close to you as you fondle my breasts, you lightly kiss my shoulder making me sigh with warmth.

A part; apart

2011-05-01T14:53:00.000-07:00

Right now, dip your fingers into your mouth. Warm them up and make them wet. Come slide them into me, let me feel you explore my warmth. Your sweet baby girl is craving your touch. Massage me slowly, tempt me to moan out in pleasure – whispering your name and panting “Oh God” as you massage me deeply. Yes…..feel how tight I am. Linger in the sensation of soft, warm, velvet upon your flesh. Feel each muscle tighten and relax upon your movements. Listen to my breathing get deeper, heavier, filled with lustful desire for you. “Oh God” I whisper as your mouth nibbles upon my neck and my ear. Your soft growl sets me on fire and creates a ripple of ecstasy throughout my body. My flesh responds to your touch, my nipples harden and my breathing gets heavier, filled with soft moans. My hands explore your flesh; tracing every part of you as I memorize every small detail about you. I grind slowly upon your fingers, my hips gently swaying to the motion of you probing me. My thighs spread more openly, allowing an open vulnerable pussy to be taken deeper. Now let me taste myself upon your fingers. Let us dine upon my sweetness, our tongues meeting upon your fingers, and then engaging in a succulent, deep kiss. Can you feel my tongue linger in your mouth? Can you sense how hungry I am for you? Does the fire within me, which burns for you….does it warm you too? My arms wrap around your neck, my legs are quick to follow as I wrap myself around you and pull you into me. I want to consume you and be consumed by you for hours…..days……eternity. “Please fuck me” I softly, tenderly plead with you. You respond to me heavily “Get me ready” to which I then slide down to prepare your large cock. “Show me you want me inside” you gently command as I take the shaft firmly into my hand and cover you with my mouth. I playfully glide my tongue in circles over the tip of you and then down the underside of your cock, back up again. You respond to this playfulness by getting harder still. Again, I stroke you and suck upon your large cock, tasting some of your juices as you become more excited. The sweetness is intoxicating and addicting. You run your fingers through my hair, watching me carefully as I enjoy the moment. I look up into your eyes from time to time to see the soft expression take over your solid facial features. I am pleased to see you relax for a moment within my touch. I crawl up to kiss your lips and drink you in. As I do so, I place your hard cock into my tight pussy, slowly taking you into me. There you can feel how hot I am, how wet I’ve become and how much my body cherishes our union. I rock gently upon you and as I do so, you caress my breasts – taking each one into your mouth and sucking each nipple to a subtle point. Deeper and deeper you glide into me, until you’re in all the way. You roll me over and pin my hands down. Our hands and fingers interlock and you begin your steady groove – in, out, in, out – rocking me gently, deeply with your love. Flesh on flesh, your momentum builds – going faster and faster, thrusting deeply into my womb. My gentle sighs are now heavy panting moans, the desperation to feel our climax growing more intense with every thrust. I squeeze your hands tightly in mine, thrust my hips deeply into yours and call out your name……. And in between my moans I plead to feel you cum inside of me. “You want me to cum, baby girl?” you ask huskily into my ear. “Yes, please cum inside of me. “ You can tell that I’m not quite ready for my own climax so you hesitate, press your cock firmly into me and stop, allowing me to fully feel your penetration into me. As you do so, I take a deep breath in and arch my back. As my chest rises, you bite down firmly (not roughly) upon my neck and shoulder which sends energetic pulses throughout my body; I tighten up around you, milking you into me and let out a loud moan. “Cum!” you command me and as I begin, you thrust fast and hard into me, climaxing together. As we release unto one another, our mouths find one another and embrace in a hot passionate deep kiss; my arms and legs wrapped tightly around you to hold you in. Our bodies shiver under the release of one another………..

Serpentine uncoiled (A part; apart II)

2011-05-01T14:50:00.000-07:00

"If I had my way, we'd sleep every night wrapped around each other like hibernating rattlesnakes." William S. Burroughs

Curled up naked side by side as I lay sleeping, you wake me gently by cupping my breast into your hand and pinching my nipple. I moan softly and move my ass, pressing myself against your awakening cock. You kiss upon my shoulder and softly growl. A smile lights up my sleepy face; I roll toward you and as our eyes meet, you kiss my nose. “Get up baby girl” you softly croon. I wrap my leg over you and curl my sleepy face into your chest. You kiss my forehead and playfully urge me to “wake up”. I look up into your sparkling eyes, my heart filled with great love. I begin kissing you gently, my hands caress your soft, warm flesh upon your chest, over your back and then down to your cock. I softly stroke you, while kissing you – you reach down and guide my hand away from your cock toward my pussy. “Make my pussy wet.” You softly command me. I start by rubbing my clit, gently making circles and waking it to a small, hard button. We continue kissing and your hand joins mine between my thighs. You feel me rubbing my clit, feel how it has awakened and then push a couple fingers into my warm moist pussy. In, out, in, out you thrust them while I continue to rub my clit. I moan with this delicious exploration of my body with you and it makes me hotter that we’re sharing me like this. You curl your fingers slightly and tug at me, a gentle motion to arouse my G spot – I respond by tightening around your fingers, milking them as if it were your cock. I tilt my head back, gasp and let out a moan as I become more excited. Your mouth meets my exposed neck to kiss upon. My hips are softly swaying, rocking upon your fingers – “Please fuck me” I beg. “You want me inside of you?” “Yes please.” You moan, “Mmmmm baby. Get me ready then.” “Thank you” I whisper. You pull your fingers out of me and taste them; as you do so, I kiss upon your lips and taste myself on your fingers. Each kiss after, I move lower – down your neck, upon your chest, down your tummy with my soft hands caressing your skin as I go. Before I take your large, hard cock into my mouth, I grasp the base and then softly kiss the top. Your hand reaches down, you tangle your fingers softly into my hair and I begin to suck you; taking as much of you in as I can. My tongue glides up and down your shaft then back to the top again, making you wet. My plump lips cup my front teeth as I apply a tight pressure upon you; my warm, moist mouth greeting you patiently, enjoying you as a delicatessen. I suck deeply and drink in the moisture that drips from you as you get more aroused. Your sweetness is my reward for showing my tender devotion. I lick my hand to moisten it and begin to stroke you as I suck upon you; the slow steady rhythm of my mouth and my hand exciting more sweet nectar out of you. Your breathing is heavy, filled with soft moans -“That’s a good girl. Drink me in, baby girl.” My tongue laps at the tip of your cock, swirling circles occasionally around and then back to sucking. All the while my pussy gets wetter with the anticipation of feeling you fill me up. After proper appreciation of your cock, you pull my hair, lifting my head and motion for me to crawl up toward you. I smile and do so eagerly and as I do so, you pull me close to your body, position me below you and slowly thrust yourself into me, filling me up deeply with every inch of you. Tenderly you enter my moist, hot, velvety pussy – in, out, in, out, in until you are so deep that you can go no further. Each thrust brings me closure to ecstasy and now I'm moaning and grinding against each of your thrusts. Tighter still I get the closer I get to orgasm. You pull out and tease the opening of my pussy with the tip of your cock, gliding it over my clit. “No…” you whisper and smile. I groan and pull you tight against me, smothering kisses upon your lips and prompting your delicious tongue to play with mine. “Mmmmm….” You moan as I suck gently upon your tongue. With a thrust back into me, you inquire, “Did you miss me?” I hiss “Yes.” Again you go back to the steady rhythm; in, out, in, out, your hard cock pulsing into my very tight opening. My legs and arms embrace you tighter, pulling you as close as possible…restraining your movements as I get closer to orgasm. You thrust yourself deeply into me and now I can feel you growing harder as you get closer to climax; this sensation of being filled even more excites me closer still. Panting and moaning I beg, “Can I please cum with you?” “You want to come for me?” “Yes…” “Cum!” you command and as I do, I crash upon your now erupting cock. The euphoric bliss of our energies combining, I welcome your deep thrusts filling me up with your love as I release myself upon you – our nectar mixing deep inside my womb. And as we finish, you lay there for a moment inside of me, the juices flowing out of me onto you – we share a tender embrace as the energy between us continues to flow. You gently croon, “Good morning, baby girl.” “Good morning, my Love.”

A Divine Purpose

2009-02-22T17:45:00.000-08:00

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

2008-12-19T21:16:00.000-08:00

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

2008-05-13T21:28:00.000-07:00

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

2008-03-30T08:23:00.000-07:00

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

2008-03-14T17:58:00.000-07:00

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.

Desire and sensuality

2007-11-30T21:41:00.000-08:00

Kneeling on her heels

Begging for escape

Eyes lowered to the ground

Needing to surrender

With no place to serve

…..she’s twisting……..her hands………

Her stomach in knots

It’s burning, the desire to let go

Wanting to submit

Needing to be used

…..needing…..to be needed……………

To be bound - physically, to be restrained - mentally

To feel…….to taste pain…..

To be felt…..to give pleasure……

To be set free.

Meet Virginia ~ Chapter I

2007-10-12T23:18:00.000-07:00

She slid into her silk nightgown half-heartedly. It was going to be another night without her fiancé and she dreaded these nights.

Suddenly the phone rang. She whisked off quickly to answer it, hoping that it would be him on the other end of the line.

"Hello?" she breathlessly answered.

"Hey doll. Catch you at a bad time?" her girlfriend responded with wicked glee.

"No.....I was just hoping Grant.." and then she heard it. She wasn't sure at first that she had heard it but she knew....her instincts told her that her fiancé was in the background talking at her girlfriend's house.

"Who is that?" she quickly asked.

"Who is who?" her girlfriend quickly responded.

She could make out that her girlfriend was now mouthing words to the male to shut up but it didn't work. She heard him again, closer to the phone moaning about how he could care less about what that dumb bitch hears and how he just wanted to fuck her one more time before he had to go.

"Who is that you're talking too?" she cautiously inquired again.

"No one, Cyd. You're hearing shit. I just thought I'd call to check on you but I can tell you're really not in the mood to talk, so I'll let you go." the girlfriend quickly answered and then hung up.

And that was that. Cyd was now not only a very lonely person but a very angry and hurt person. Her fiancé frequently left for over-night business trips, or so she had thought. Now she knows......

So she made a call to the only comfort she knew she could find at this time of night. She called Virginia.

Cyd met Virginia in college. They shared the same sociology courses as well as the same biology course. Virginia was a couple years older but her eyes seemed to show wisdom beyond her years. And even though she demonstrated her wisdom and poise gracefully, she was by far one of the most permisquis girls on campus.

One night after a drunken frat party, Cyd entered her dorm to find Virginia sitting on the side of her bed wearing nothing but a thong. That night, Virginia introduced Cyd to the most erotic and sensual sex imaginable. It was demanding yet safe, hard but soft, an oxymoron for all things that she had learned as tried and true. Cyd fell in love with Virginia and they remained lovers off and on throughout college. However, once Virginia graduated, Cyd was left with only her memories.

As time passed, and as Cyd fell head-long into her career, she received a mysterious bouquet of roses signed simply "V ~ XOXO". At the time, she had thought it was her soon to be fiancé. However, last week Cyd received yet another bouquet of roses that were signed, "V ~ XOXO ~ 925-515-6126" and she realized it was her long lost Virginia trying to make contact.

And so tonight, she picked up the phone and dialed the number.

The Story of Jade

2007-07-02T11:09:00.000-07:00

Chapter Five

She followed Him down the hall and into a huge room. There was a black piano in the middle of the room. Couches were arranged around the room to face the piano. The ceiling was tall and had paintings all around. "You may look around Jade.", He said as He removed His grasp of her hair. She was delighted to look around at everything. Such a grand room, such a beautiful arrangement. "This is the main room Jade. I have guests that come to Me and we party in this room. Over to the left do you see the bar?", He asked her. "Yes my Lord I do.", she said. "Go over there and pour Me a drink of wine. I want to watch you serve Me.", He said. "Yes my Lord.", she said as she began to walk over to the bar. She noticed there were many fine glasses hanging from above. Which on to choose, she thought. And then she noticed a silver chalice with His initials displayed on the front. She pick it up and held it up to Him. "Yes Jade, you have a great eye. That is Mine. Please proceed to get My drink.", He said. She looked over the bar for the wine. There was a n older bottle of wine setting next to the edge of the bar. She looked at it to see if it was empty or full. Carefully she picked it up and began to poor the wine into the chalice. Slowly she made her way to Him. He was sitting on one of the fine couches. She knelt before Him holding the chalice up. "Jade, one thing I want you to learn is if I ask you to make Me a drink I want you to taste it before I do. This is to insure the liquid is at the right temperature and that it will please Me. Do this every time and I will be pleased.", He said. She smiled and took a drink of the wine. It was at perfect temperature and went down so smoothly. "My Lord, this drink I give to You is perfect.", she said. He took it from her and tasted for Himself. "Thank you Jade. You have a great taste in wine. I wonder though what made you choose this bottle and not one from the rack?", He asked. "My Lord, I thought it was the wise choice. For why would a bottle such as it be sitting out my Lord.", she said. He smiled down at her. She felt the heat rise in the room. "I want you to do something while I finish this wine. I want you to look up at me and press you lips forward as if you were going to receive a kiss. I do not want you to move from this position until I place My lips against yours. This is called "slave lips", so when you hear this you will know what to do. Is this understood?", He asked. "Yes My Lord.", she said as she lifted her head and puckered up her lips towards Him. She admired His features. Such a strong jaw line, His eyes the color of the sky. He continued to finish the drink never taking His eyes off of her. She stayed in this position longing to feel His lips against hers. He leaned down and touched her face so gently. Pushing His lips upon her He pushed His tongue into her mouth and she tasted the wine that had been there. He kissed her very deeply and very passionately. She felt a state of ecstasy race through her. He was everything and more. Soon He released His lips from her and gazed upon her again. "Your lips are so sweet. I am very pleased Jade. Come with Me I want to show you another room.", He said as He took her hair into His hands. She went up with a ease to His right side once more, and out into the hall.

He led her into what seemed to be a dead end. She watched as He pressed His left hand on the wall. It opened up and into a secret room. It had all types of sexual toys laid out among a huge oak table. There was a small bed in the right corner. She saw something in the middle of the room that she had never seen before. "Jade I am going to tie you up and play with you. Would you enjoy that?", He asked as He released His grip on her. "Yes my Lord, I would love nothing more.", she said in a soft voice. He moved to the object in the middle of the room. "Have you ever seen this before?", He asked her. "No my Lord.", she responded. He grinned, "This piece of fine wood will bound you for me. Please step up here, let Me show you.", He said as He reached out His hand to hers. She stepped up onto the "stage", she let Him take her hands and place them in the holds at top. He took her ankles and strapped them in at the bottom. "I want to hear you beg for Me!", He demanded in a strong manner. "Yes my Lord. Please my Lord I want You. I want only You. Please put Your hands all over my body. Take what You desire, I belong to You my Lord.", she let out. "Yes Jade. And what is it You wish for Me to desire?", He asked. "I wish for You to desire me my Lord. I wish for You to tell me what You want. I wish to give it all to You my Lord.", she responded.

He walked over to the oak table and grabbed a black leather whip. She could feel Him behind her. Smack, the whip cracked across her ass. Sparks of pain washed up her spine. Smack, again the whip cracked across her ass. He could see her body tighten, "Do you enjoy this Jade?", He asked. "Yes my Lord.", she said as she waited for another. He moved back to the oak table, picking up a set of clamps. Placing one on each nipple, she let out a small squeal. "Does that hurt Jade", He asked in a coy way. "Yes my Lord, but I can handle the pain.", she said in a confident way. He smiled and moved back over to the oak table and picked up a glass dido. It excited her even more and to room filled with a musky scent of her arousal. He moved over to her and flipped a lever that moved the bars to a horizontal position. It was like she was floating in the air. Her back lightly touching a piece of the wood. He gazed upon her. "Are you comfortable Jade?", He asked as He ran the dildo across her stomach. "Yes my Lord.", she responded. Soon she felt the coldness across the lips of her pussy. He drove it in hard and pulled it out quickly. She let out a moan of pleasure. Feeling His hot breath upon her vagina, He dove His tongue into her wet slit. Twisting His tongue inside her, she let out more moans of pleasure. She could feel her hot pussy dripping wet with His saliva and her sweetness. He began to fuck her again with the dildo eating her out with every stroke. She fought so hard not to cum. He pleasured her for a long period of time. He knew what she wanted and gave it to her. Looking up at her reactions, making sure she was in a state of ecstasy. Then He stopped, He walked over to a sink and rinsed it off, placing it back on the oak table. She was shivering in pleasure. He flipped the lever and she was vertical again.

"Jade, I am so pleased to have you. You are everything a Master could want or need in a slave. I want you to suck My cock and make Me cum now!", He demanded as He released the holds on her. She fell to the floor kneeling at His waist. She touched His cock with her right hand, this was the first time she really saw It. She rubbed her face across the head. Clutching the base with her hand, she wrapped her fingers around as much as she could. His cock was so hard and so big. She took the head into her mouth and suckled it gently, drawing more and more into her mouth, swallowing Him until her throat was full. She reached with her other hand and placed it around His balls. She could hear His breathing intensify. He let out a huge groan and her mouth was filled with a warm saltiness that trickled down her throat and fell down her chin in a long string. "Swallow that up, do not waste My cum!", He demanded. "Yes my Lord!", she screamed out in pleasure lapping up every drop. "Very very good Jade. You are so wonderful at sucking My cock.", He said as He stroked her hair. "Please come kneel in front of Me. I want to tell you some things.", He said as He moved to the couch. She abided and followed Him as any good slave would.

"You were meant to be here. Do you understand what I say?", He asked as He lifted her chin. "Yes my Lord. I have always felt a strong pull to Your home. To You my Lord.", she said with a twinkle in her eye. "Lyon was right.", He said with a grin. "How so my Lord? I do not understand my Lord?", she said with a confused look. "Lyon is the reason I found you Jade. He is a very wise man. He told Me many years ago that there was this girl always staring Our way. He thought it was a sign and he was right. You see Jade, I have longed for you to grow into the woman you are today. I have longed to taste your sweetness. I have longed to collar you and make you Mine. Do you understand the joy I have for you?", He said stroking her face. "No my Lord I do not, please explain to me my Lord, I beg you.", she said. "Oh Jade, you were meant for Me. I have watched You for years. Molding You into the slave I wished for. You see I am your Master, your Lord. You do as I wish. Those and many more reasons bring such joy to My soul.", He said. She nodded to Him and smiled. He has watched me too, she thought. "For example your robe you choose. I placed that there, hoping you would find it. Or the view to My mansion, I created that to make you long for Me.", He said, "Which it worked even more than I had hoped."

He rose and motioned for her to follow once again. "Jade tonight you will be introduced to My guests. I want you to go with Lyon to your room. Take a nap and he will wake you when it’s time for you to be ready. Tonight is the beginning of you and Me. I am on cloud nine thinking about it.", He said as He pushed the magical door open. Lyon was waiting outside in the hall. "Lyon take My Jade to her room. She needs to rest up for this evening.", He said to him. "Yes Sir.", Lyon said as he smiled towards her. She walked to His side waiting for Him to send them on their way. He leaned down and placed a kiss on her sweet lips. "I’ll see you tonight My Jade.", He said as He vanished down the hallway. "Jade please follow me.", Lyon said as he offered her him arm. She wrapped her arm into his and let him lead her to her room. "Sleep well little one. I shall return when it’s time for you to get ready. I am so excited to see their reactions when they lay their eyes upon you. He will be so happy.", he said as he opened her door. "Thank you Lyon. I’ll see you soon then.", she said as she rushed over to her bed. Within minutes she was out like a light. Dreaming of the evening. Soon she would meet the "secret society". Soon she would be with Him once more. Soon they would know that she was His and that this was her home.

"Jade, Jade, wake up little one. We must get you in the shower.", Lyon said. She looked up from under her pillows to find him with his smile. "Ahh Lyon Sir, thank you for waking me so gently.", she said as she rose from her bed. "Take a shower and make yourself presentable for the guest. You have two hours until it’s time. I’ll be back in an hour to show and teach you things to know and how this evening will work to make our Lord happy.", he said as he went towards the door. She notice her robe was missing from where it had been. "Lyon Sir, where is my robe?", she asked in a panic way. "It is being cleaned for this evening little one. When I return it will be here. Nothing to worry yourself over.", he said as he slipped out her door. She walked over to her bathroom searching for razors. She discovered them in the lower cabinet along with some rich shaving cream. She loved her bathroom, it was so beautiful and she looked amazing in it’s mirrors. She removed her beautiful collar and placed it upon a hook that was meant for this. The light reflected off the windows as she cleaned herself. Taking extra time while shaving herself. Her skin had never looked so fresh. The smell of her body wash filled the room with a lavender smell. After she was finished she stared at her bareness in the mirror. She had not been in clothes since she got here. At first she was so embarrassed, yet now she couldn’t image herself anyway. She could hear someone come into her room. "Lyon is that you?", she asked out loud. "Yes little one. Are you ready to get started we don’t have too much time to get you prepared.", he said through her door. "Yes Lyon I am ready to begin.", she said as she placed her collar around her neck once more. As she walked out she saw her robe hanging in it’s place. It seemed to have more of a green color than ever before and the gems seemed to sparkle even more. "Please sit at the edge of your bed and I’ll begin", he said as he waited for her to comply. She moved to her bed and sat towards the edge, eager to hear what was going to happen.

"Tonight is a very special night little one. Tonight our Lord will introduce you to His guests. Every one of them have waited patiently to meet this "girl" our Lord has raved about. You see after that night you snuck into our gates His slave became very jealous and she left in the middle of the night. He thought He had not done right by her and that is why she ran from Him. But I caught her as she was leaving our gates. I knew then she was never the right "slave" for Him. She always questioned everything He did. But you have showed Him you are nothing like her. And I believe that you have always been His slave. He has always know of you and He has longed for you. I believe this is why she left. She found out that He was buying things that she did not like. For example this room was a forbidden place for her. Yet she found herself drawn to it because it was forbidden. Once she opened the door and saw everything you see know she knew she would not be His only one. This angered her and she sought out to ruin the happiness our Lord seem to have when He walked by your room. No matter that He gave her everything she could ever desire, the one thing she wanted the most was to be the only one in His eyes. Though He loved her it was never enough. I was so please to catch her that night. I reminded her that He loved her too and that soon she would have a sister to share her days with. She would not have any of it and so I opened the gates and let her go. He was so heartbroken over her. But soon He realized He was gaining something more precious than He could ever imagine, you.", he said with a sweet smile. "But Lyon Sir I did not mean to put her out.", she said as if it was her fault. "Little one, nothing you ever did could have forced her away. You see her heart was not His, but your’s is. This I see every time you look at Him and every time He looks at you. The both of you were meant to be with one another and that is what tonight is the beginning of.", he said as he stood up from his chair. "Please put your robe on and follow me. I will lead you to where your place is and the evening will begin.", he said as he walked to her robe. He helped her wrap it around her. Then they continued out her room and to the room with the piano. As soon as she walked in she saw Him at the bar. She rushed over to His side. "Jade you are perfect in every way.", He said as he stroked her face. "Lyon please seat her in the appropriate place and then lead My guests in.", He said as Lyon nodded. She went to Lyon and waited. "Little one please follow me.", he said as he put his hand out. She grabbed it and followed him into a smaller room off the side. "Wait here and when He calls out your name step out from the curtain and bow to them all. Then take your place at His feet. The rest will come.", he said. "Yes Lyon Sir.", she said as she waited for Him.

She could hear noise coming from the room. It sounded as if the home was filled with people. Waiting for her arrival. She was extremely excited. This was everything she wanted and more. She stood there and waited and then came His voice. "My wonderful guests. Thank you for being here to share this evening with Me and My slave. I know many of you have waited for this night, but none with such happiness as I have now. She is perfect in every way. I like to introduce her now ... Jade please join Me now!", His voice demanded. Her eyes lit up to the sound of His voice and she seductively walked out from the curtain. All eyes were on her as she looked out. She bowed before them all and headed to her spot at His feet. When she got to Him she smiled to Him as He was smiling at her. She kneeled below Him and at that moment it hit her. She belonged to Him and this was T/their home. Nothing anyone could say could take that away from T/them. She had nothing to fear, for He would treasure her till the end of time. She found her place and He was everything and more. She looked over to Lyon and smiled and mouthed "thank you" to him as he smiled back and nodded.

~the end~

The Story of Jade

2007-06-29T06:48:00.000-07:00

Chapter Four

Lyon lead her to her room. As she entered she saw her robe hanging beside the door. What a grand room it was. The bed a king size and covered in pillows. The walls smelled of fresh paint. “Sir Lyon, may I open a window? The paint smell is so strong.”, she asked of him. “Yes Madam. As you wish.”, he said as he moved towards the window. “We just had this room redone for you. I pray you like everything, and if there is anything more you will need for the evening please let me know. There is one thing though you must abide by.”, he said to her, “Do not go wandering the home until our Master gives you permission., is that understood?” “Yes Sir Lyon, I understand. I would love a shower though, is there one near my room?”, she asked. He pointed to a door in the room, “You have your own bathroom Madam. You should have everything you need in there, but if for some chance I missed something please let me know.” She nodded to him and smiled. “Thank you so much Sir Lyon. If I do need something in the middle of the night how do I find you without wandering?”, she asked. “You need only call my name and I’ll be here.”, he said as he went for the door, “There will be some noise tonight in the halls. Please ignore it and do not look out your door, understood?” “Yes Sir Lyon, I understand.”, she said once more. “I will see you tomorrow afternoon. Sleep well little one.”, he said to her as he closed her door.

She ran to the bed and dove into the pillows. The fabric was the highest degree she had ever felt. My bedroom, she thought. A smile ran across her face. Over to the left of the room she saw a tray with a glass of red wine and grapes. She was hungry and moved over to the tray. Instead of being on the table it was on the floor. Practice your kneeling, she heard in her head. Which she did. Kneeling next to the tray she practice different types of kneeling she had seen in her erotic movies. The carpet under her rubbed at her knees. She stood up and tried it again. Trying to go down slow enough and elegant enough. She began to eat the grapes and drink her wine. Soon this became a game. If she kneeled well enough she would reward herself with a grape and a sip of wine. She continued until every grape was gone and her glass empty. Shower, I need one, she thought as she headed to the door Lyon had pointed to her. Opening the door she was surprised how big her bathroom was. It had a stand-up shower enclosed in a green tinted glass. She had never seen a shower so magnificent. Over to the right of the shower was a whirlpool bath. Green tile ran across the top and down the sides. He knows my favorite colors, but how, she thought as she continued to explore the cabinets. She found towels and wash clothes in the center cabinet. They all were her colors, again in the highest count. She pulled out a towel and cloth and headed towards the shower door. There was no need in undressing, for she was bare, but she removed the collar and placed it on the counter. Her sweet juices still lingering below. She reached for the door of the shower, stepping inside she could smell the freshness of the shower. It must have just been installed, she thought as she pulled the hot water knob and then to the cold, adjusting it to a comfortable setting. To the left she saw bath gels, shampoo & conditioner, razors, shaving cream, and a deep green sponge. Everything looked perfectly placed as if to impress her. She began to wash herself. Rising her left leg up to a ledge, she softly pressed the washcloth up to her pussy, pushing it back and forth to her anus. Soon she notice the mirror to the right wall in the shower. Now isn’t that something, she thought as she watched her reflection. She continued to wash herself clean, watching herself in the process. When she was done she stepped out and wrapped the long towel around her body. She dried herself off and placed the collar around her neck once more. She felt wonderful wearing this and it looked beautiful around her neck.

As she returned to her bed she could hear sounds of voices in the halls. She wanted so bad to look out and see but knew she was forbidden to do so. Not want to upset Him she went to her window. The night air blew across her naked body. It sent shivers down her spine. She quickly shut the window and returned to her bed of pillows. It had to be 3:00 in the morning and she decided she needed rest before tomorrow. Lying among the pillows she fantasized of the Master. She found herself touching her breasts. They were so perky and young. So soft to the touch. Her dark nipples fading into a soft vanilla color. Her hands slowly made their way to her vagina. She felt so dirty, so forbidden. She continue to play with herself while thinking of Him. The noise came again in the halls and she could hear doors opening and closing. This stopped her from finishing. Who knows if anyone is watching me, she wondered as she slipped off into her dream world.

The morning sun bursted through her window as she woke herself. A new day of learning, a new day to please Him, the thoughts brought a smile to her face. The halls were quiet, she waited to hear footsteps. But none seem to come. “Did you sleep well My Jade?”, He asked in a deep voice. She was surprised to see Him sitting next to her bed. “Sir, yes Sir, I sleep like a rock Sir.”, she let out as she moved closer to the side He was on. “I am please to hear this Jade, and thankful to have you here with Me.”, he said with a smile, “Are you ready to begin?” “Yes Sir, as You wish Sir.”, she said in such an obedient manner. “I want you to kneel in front of Me. Keep you arms at your side, your knees together and show Me you did practice.”, He demanded of her. She did as He wished. Lowering her head she feel to her knees as He had instructed her to do so. “Please lift your arms above your head and keep your eyes lowered.”, He said as He pulled out a emerald encrusted collar. She extended her arms upwards without moving her lowered head. He gently removed the leather collar from her neck. Goose-pimples shot down her spine at His touch. “Jade, you are Mine now and I shall take care of everything for you. This is My first gift to you. Treasure it as I will treasure you.”, He said as he clasped it around her neck, “Please go to your mirror and look at it. Tell Me your thoughts as you observe it.”, He said. She rose with great ease as she walked seductively towards the long mirror. “Sir, I love it. Thank You Sir, thank You so much. I am honored by Your gift Sir. I will treasure it for all time Sir.”, she said to Him as she looked at it sparkle in the reflection of the sun. There had to be a million tiny emeralds sparkling. She had never received something so beautiful. “Please come back and kneel once more before Me. The collar is very real. I choose it just for you, it pleases Me so to see that twinkle in your eye.”, He said as she walked back to Him and kneeled once more before Him. He gazed upon her perfections. She could feel His eyes piercing her skin. “Jade you will follow Me and remain silent until spoken to. I will take you around the mansion and show you around. I will then take you to Our special room. There you will learn some new things from Me and things I desire you to know. Is that understood?”, He asked. “Yes Sir.”, she said with her eyes lowered to the ground. “You will move behind me on My right side, place your arms behind you and lean your head in My direction. Understood?”, He asked once more. She nodded to Him, “yes Sir!”. He rose from the chair and placed His right hand upon her head grasping her hair. He pulled her from the floor with ease, her body giving into His touch. She was standing before Him. He placed dry kisses around her neck and down to her breasts. She shivered with excitement. “Jade from now on I want you to address Me as your Lord. For that is what I am. It will please Me to no ends to hear your sweet voice address Me in this manner.”, He said as He turned to the door. “Yes my Lord”, she said with a smile on her face. She followed Him out her bedroom in the position he had requested. She was thrilled to be next to Him. The power that surrounded Him excited her. She was His, nothing in the world could take that from her.

The Story of Jade

2007-06-28T07:26:00.000-07:00

Chapter Three

Approaching the doorway she asked him, "Will there be others tonight, Sir?". "I can not answer that little one," he said as the doors opened and let them in. The front room was grand. The furnishings were magnificent. "Please place this over your eyes and remove your hood.", he asked as he handed her the blindfold. "Yes Sir.", she placed it over her eyes and reached for his hand. It was cold and small, he lead her into a room. "Please sit here," he said while moving her to the chair, "I must remove your robe now little one." "Yes Sir.", she said slowly, wondering what in the world did she get herself into. He went to pull it off and calmly said to her, "You can trust that you will not be harmed. Please understand that things are going to happen tonight that you have never experienced. Do not be in fear. My advise to you is to listen and mind what He says. The rest is up to you and Him." "Yes Sir," she said, "thank you once again." He helped her get seated, she could feel him place bands around her wrists and ankles, then she could feel what she would think is rope being pulled over her body. She felt so bare, I will not be in fear, I will listen, I will be the best, she thought to herself. Then there was silence.

She waited for what seemed like an hour and then the voice came into her ears. "Jade, I have waited for you. Tonight you will be tested. Tonight is the beginning of your new life with Me. I am your Master, your Lord. Do not fear me and do mind my words without hesitation. I have created a safe word for you to use if something seems to bother you. You will say Red. You will address Me as Sir for now. When the time is right I will give you more instructions. Please enjoy the evening with Me. You will not need to say a word to me at this time except the safe word if needed. I want a complete silence from you. If I do not get what I want, You will know.", He said in his deep voice. She felt his hard hands run across her left breast and to her left nipple. It was hard and He squeezed it, pulled it. She soon could feel wetness from his lips as He caressed both with His tongue. She could feel his hands running down her thigh. Goose-pimples shot up and down her spine. She felt Him pull her legs apart to revel her sweetness. A rush a red graced her face. She had never been looked at in this manner. "You did a very fine job preparing yourself. I am very pleased with what is before Me.", He said as He stuck his finger into her hot slit. She let out a gasp of air. He continue to explore her with his fingers. She could feel the wetness dripping from below. He stopped and stepped back to gaze upon her. She is perfect, He thought to Himself. "Jade, I will be back within a few moments.", He said as he exited the room.

Sitting there she wondered what He was doing. Why would He leave her there. What would be next. She heard the door open again and close. Stopping herself from acknowledging His presence. She felt something come at her with great force and enter her slit. It began to fuck her hard, it was very long and very cold. She let out a huge gasp of air that turned into a moan. "You like that do you?", He said, "I like it even more." She went to respond but remembered He had told her complete silence. She nodded to Him. "Good Jade, you are listening. I thank you for that.", He said with a grin on His face. Not stopping what He was doing to her, she felt unbelievable. She wanted to cum now but fought it back. Just Him giving her praise excited her to no end. He pulled it out and she heard Him put the object on a table. It sounded like a glass table, but she couldn’t be sure. Soon she felt His cock at her lips. "Suck it, kiss it, show Me that I have made a correct choice in you, Jade.", he said in a strong voice. She began to lick it as He rubbed it across her lips. He is huge, she thought to herself. Then He entered her small mouth. She began sucking it, letting Him fuck her face. She could hear Him moan, which made her want Him even more. His cock tasted sweet to her. Soon he pulled away and gazed upon her once more.

"Jade, I am going to remove your blindfold. You are to address me as Sir. Please tell me how you feel since you have been in My home.", He said as He removed her blindfold. She thought her words over very carefully and said, "Sir, I am in a state of ecstasy being here with You, Sir. I have longed for this day and it has been more than I had imagined Sir. Thank You Sir, for choosing me. I am Yours Sir.", she looked at Him. He was a tall man. Dark hair, well built, He was wearing a blood red robe. He is handsome, she thought. Such power surrounded Him, He had a confidence that she had never felt before. "Jade, you are one of a kind. You will be my slave in this house. I have lost the only one I had ever had the night you snuck in. I believe that was the sign, you had came to Me when I needed you most. We are in the stars sweet Jade. Please accept My wishes and stay with Me for all time.", He said to her. "Yes Sir. I couldn’t think of anything more that I want than to be here with You Sir. But I have to be honest Sir. I have never been a slave for anyone, I fear that I will not know my place. I want to learn all that I can to be Yours Sir.", she said in a soft voice. "This I know young one. You will learn your place just as you were meant to. Tonight you have shown Me that you know how to listen to My instructions without question. Continue to do this and I will praise you more than you have ever been praised.", he looked deep into her eyes, "I am going to untie you, I want you to move over to that couch and bend over the arm." "Yes Sir.", she watched as He untied her. She moved over to the couch. It was a soft couch, dark forest green, one of her favorite colors. She bend over the arm. "Let me see your hands Jade.", He asked of her. She raised her arms behind her back and out to Him. She felt a cold metal against them and heard it clasp together. She was bonded once more. He smacked her tiny ass a couple times. She smiled and shivered. She could feel the head of His cock grace her ass cheek and enter her hot slit. He began to fuck her slowly letting her feel Him go deeper. She let out a soft moan. She felt the head of His cock pull out and move towards her ass, she tighten herself. He slowly pushed it into her ass and she let out a huge scream. "You have never done this have you Jade?", He asked her, "Please tell me I am the first to enter you in this way?" "Yes Sir!", she screamed out. "Don’t tense up, relax your body and give yourself to Me.", He demanded her. "Yes Sir!", she screamed once more. She did as He wished and relaxed her body. He entered her ass again. It was dripping wet and entered with such ease. She let out a loud moan. He began to fuck her ass. This was something she had never experienced before. Oh how it felt so good. "Are you ready for more of Me Jade?," He asked. "Yes Sir!", she let out. More of Him, damn He is HUGE, she thought to herself. He pushed into her harder. Fucking her over and over again. Pounding her tiny ass. Letting out moans she felt like she had to cum now. "Sir, may I cum now?", she begged of Him. "Yes Jade, cum now as I cum too.", He said as she felt his cock pulsate in her ass. She let go of the arm of the couch and felt her clit pulsate hard.

"Thank you Jade for being so perfect for Me.", He said to her as He set her up on the couch. "Thank You Sir for allowing me this opportunity.", she said to Him. "Did you enjoy that?", He asked, "I notice you didn’t even go for the safe word." "Sir I have never done something like that before. It was amazing, thank You Sir for this me Sir.", she said as she lowered her eyes with a smile. "Lyon will take you to your room now. I will wake you in the afternoon to start the second day of training. Do you understand Jade?", He asked. "Yes Sir.", she said, "But who is Lyon, if I may ask Sir?" "You know him quite well. He is My main man, he lead you to Me. But there are more things about him you will learn in time. He is very special to Me and soon to you as well.", He said in a soft voice. "Yes Sir.", she said. "Until tomorrow I want you to dream of Me and only Me. Practice kneeling in your room. You will need this for tomorrow night. But I will explain when I get you up and start your next session.", He said as He went for the door, "Lyon, please take My Jade to her room and give her some fruit and wine." Lyon appeared in the doorway. "Yes Master, as You wish.", he said to Him. She got up and went to the door. He kissed her forehead, "Sweet dreams My Jade." He was gone out of sight. She followed Lyon to her room looking at all the art work on the way. My room, she thought to herself, which brought a smile to her face. She was belonging. She would be learning, and most important she would have a place inside this mansion.

The Story of Jade

2007-06-27T09:21:00.000-07:00

Chapter Two

The night had came and she was ready to try her plan. She would reach the gates when a car came and slide in, hide herself and slip in with the guests. The robe looked magnificent on her, she pulled the hood over and headed out the door. Upon reaching it’s gates she waited until they opened on their own. Watched as the first car drove up, then slipped through the gates and off to the side. Her robe seeming to hide her into the overgrown ivy. She watched as the man at the door open the door of the car and lead the magical people into the door. I hope this isn’t the only group tonight, she thought to herself. Just then another car drove up and she saw her chance to try her plan out. Sliding up along the back of the car she stood at the door. Making sure her hood was pulled down enough to hide her face. The gentleman came from the entry way and looked at her in a strange way. She thought for sure he would notice her. Slowly he made his way to the car door and opened it. Standing there she wanted to say how she just let herself out and was waiting to be lead inside. He gently opened the car door without one word to her. She scurried in with the people, about 3 total, which made them four. They were led in the doorway of the mansion. She felt a tug at her robe and noticed the older man standing behind her. "I’m sorry, you were not invited here tonight," he said in almost a sad way. "Sir, I am with this party and was invited," she said in a confident voice. "Madam, I know it’s you and this is not your time. Please leave before the others notice you.", he said. With a nod she went back out the doorway as he followed her. "I’ll let you out the gates.", he said to her. "Let me ask you something please Sir, how does one get "invited".", she asked. "The Master of the mansion chooses his guest. That is all I can say. Why do you want to be here anyway?", he asked her. "I’ve always watched this place since I was young. I feel a strong mystical presence here and I long to be a part of it Sir.", she said softly. "I’ll tell you what, please write my Master a letter letting Him know your wishes and bring that to me within a few days. I will then give it to Him and see if He wants you.", he said to her. "Yes Sir. I will have you a letter within two days. Shall I meet you at the gate then?", she asked him. He said, "Yes I will look for you. Have a nice evening. And please think very hard about your letter to Him. He is very picky and does not invite just anybody." "Yes Sir. I will pour my heart into it until it is perfect, and Sir, I’m not just "anybody".", she said as she slipped out the gate. "Sir?", she said. "Yes Madam." "How is my robe, is it too much or too little?", she asked. "I think it’s one of the best ones I have seen in quite sometime. You seem to have great taste. He would like that feature when He meets you.", he said as he closed the gates. "Thank you so much Sir! I promise I’ll be back with my letter to the Master.", she said in a joyful way. He nodded and smiled as he turned and headed back up the driveway. Wow, what a sweet man to help me, she thought. How was she going to put everything she wanted to tell the Master in a letter, she thought. I must get started tonight , He will see that I am worthy, He has to, she thought to herself. Making it to her door, she needed a good night of sleep. I grand night of dreams before she could start her letter to the Master.

The morning brought a sense of belonging that she had never felt. Don’t get your hopes up just yet, she kept telling herself. Yet somehow she felt things were going to happen. She began writing her letter.

Dear Master of the Mansion,
I have watched Your home Sir since I was a young child. Dreaming of belonging. Dreaming of dancing it’s floors along side You. I wish to request an invite to one of Your many mysterious evenings. I feel this is my calling that I have been reaching for, for many of years now. I had once thought You would come to me, but that seems to be far from what is real. What is real to You Sir? These things and more I want to know. What is it You long for the most? My darkest desire is to pass through Your doors and belong. Find a place in this world that is my own. I believe deeply this is what I must do. Give myself to You Sir, to Your Mansion. Please Sir. Please do not throw this out. Please Sir, send for me and I will be Yours. I will not, I can not let You down Sir.

Waiting and Wondering, Jade.

She sealed it up into a ivory envelope and put her "J" on it’s seal. I must take this now, she thought as she rushed out her door. Reaching the gates she could see a small man at the door. "Sir ...Sir. It’s me I’m early!", she screamed through the gates. He looked up and smiled at her. His face so fragile, the years of his service shown within all of his creases. "Hello there little one.", he said as he made his way to the gate. "I had to get this to you now. I just couldn’t wait and I know your Master will read it. He has to read it.", she said reassuring herself. She handed him the letter. "I will go give this to Him now. If He wants you to be a guest I will find you and bring you to him. Okay little one?", he asked. "Yes Sir, and thank you for everything. I will wait to hear from you Sir. Wait do you know how to find me?", she asked of him. "Yes little one, I know where your home is and if your not there I am sure I can find you. I know a lot more about you than you could understand.", he said in a soft voice. "Thanks you again," she said, "I will see you soon enough Sir." She left the gates and walked towards her hidden spot. "Know more about me than I know", what was he talking about. Nevertheless, she headed to her spot to watch the mansion, to wait for His word.

It was late in the evening and she heard a tapping at her door. Go away, I don’t want any, she thought to herself. The tapping began to turn into pounding. She hurried out of bed to see who the hell was beating her door down. She looked through her peep-hole and saw the older gentleman holding onto an envelope. "Sir you have came!", she said as she opened the door. "Yes little one, please read this and abide by His wishes. I will see you when He has requested. Until then do as He wants and I believe all of your dreams will be answered.", he said in his soft voice. She placed a kiss on his cheek. "Thank you Sir. I will and I will see you soon then.", she whispered to his ear. She watched as his cheeks turned a light red, it brought a smile to his face. He nodded to her and headed down her drive way to the black car that must have brought him. She ran back into the house clutching the note as if it was her lifeline. Oh my god, He wrote back to me, she said to herself. She opened the letter and this is how it read:

Dear jade... the sweet innocent one that has watched Me and My home,
First off let Me say I have waited for you. I have watched you as you sit upon the hill and gaze My way. I watched you slip through My gates and tried to blend yourself in with My guests. I have longed for the day that you could be Mine. The time is now and the time is right. Follow My instructions to the upmost detail and soon you will be before Me.

No. 1: Take a long bath and cleanse yourself of any other man’s presence;
No. 2: Shave yourself completely, take extra time and be sure you are worthy of My presence;
No. 3: Place this leather collar around your neck. Make sure it is tight and will not come lose at a tug;
No. 4: Do not wear ANYTHING under your robe; and
No. 5: Come to Me tonight at midnight.

Until then, Lord Drake

She was shivering, He wants me, she thought. She entered her bathroom and looked the collar over in great detail. It was a thick black leather with three metal loops around it, as if it was to be attached to something. She had seen things like this before in movies, she was excited at the thoughts. She started her bath. It was 9:30 p.m. and she was so ready, so ready to give herself to Him. It had been over a year since she had let a man enter her sweetness, she wanted Him and now she might get Him. She took her time and made sure she shaved every spot on her body. She had never been this "bare" before. But she never had such a request. Before she knew it, it was 11:30 p.m.. Time had flown by as she prepared herself. She pulled her hair to the side and slid the collar around her neck. It was as if it was made for her, it fit perfectly. She took a couple tugs at it, it was tight. She went to her closet and pulled out her robe. The feel of the velvet tickled her soft bare skin. She was ready, more ready than anything in her life. I will not let Him down, she whispered to herself as she exited her home. The night air floated up her robe and she could feel her bareness even more. This excited her and she felt wet. He excited her, the thoughts of every dream coming true within a few moments. Her excitement beamed from under her hood as she approached the gates. She took a deep breath and looked up. "Hello little one, I have been waiting for you," the little old man said as he opened the gates, "I’ll lead you to where my Master desires you to be. Did you follow every instruction?", he asked. "Yes Sir, and I am ready." she said in a soft but confident voice. He lead her to the doorway. She knew this was it. This is what she has waited on. She would belong to something.

The Story of Jade

2007-06-26T07:37:00.000-07:00

This is a one of the longest stories I have written.

I am breaking it up into five chapters.

So stay with me and enjoy.

~wicked love~

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Chapter One

She wanted something new in her life. So tired of the same routine. Little boys that try so hard to please her desires. She wanted and needed something raw, something magical, something tainted. Where would she ever find these things and who could led her to everything she has ever dreamed of.

She had known about a secret society in her town. A society that was so secret she herself had no clue what went on at these "meetings". The thoughts that ran through her mind over the years could never show her truly what they did, but she never stopped dreaming of their secrets. When she was a young teen, she found a spot out of the sight and in view of the huge mansion upon the hill. She had seen these robed people enter always in the middle of the night, never by day. She sat there that night and watched as every car pulled up, as every person entered it’s huge doorway, and as every car left the gates. What was it they were doing? Why were they so secretive? But the most important question that she always wondered ...why was she not one of them. As years passed she would find herself drawn back to that spot to watch them, hidden in her dreams she would explore every possibility they were up to. Too many times she held herself back from running up the driveway and screaming, "What about me, you forgot me!". But what would happen if she did? Would they let her into this mystical world or would they shun her for not waiting to be invited to join them?

At last she had grown into a very attractive woman. She took pride in her appearance. Her long auburn hair, soft cream skin, hazel eyes that sparkle to no ends, long legs that could go on for days, her nails always maintained to the highest degree. She had been through the men in her area and none could satisfy her thirst. So she decided she would go up to those big gates and scream if needed that she wanted to be there and no other place. She wanted to give herself over to this society.

It was a rainy night, but no rain would stop her. Upon approaching the gates she could see lights all through out the mansion flickering. As she walked up to the gate she noticed a man standing at the front doors. "Hey Sir!", she screamed. Watching him look her way she saw that he was an older man. He was wearing a long black rain coat and seemed to take his time down to the road. "Yes, is there a problem?", he asked her in a fragile voice. "I was wondering if I could come in out of the rain for a moment, maybe use the phone if possible.", she said in frantic way. "I’m sorry Madam, only special people can enter these gates. Please go down the road to the store, I am sure they have a phone and some shelter from the rain.", he said. "But Sir if I could only come in for a moment, the call wouldn’t be but two minutes at the most. I really don’t want to go running down the road in this mess. Please Sir is there any exception?", she asked him. He stood there for a moment as if he was debating her questions in his head. "Madam, my Master would have my head if I let you in for only a second. I am sorry I can not help," he went for his pocket, "but here is a small umbrella, please take this and be on your way now." She gently reached her tiny hand through the gate and accepted his umbrella. "Thank you Sir. Please tell your Master, I mean no harm.", she said sweetly to him. She opened the umbrella and took off down the road and back up to her spot. How could I not be special, she wondered to herself. How could he so refuse me? I should be grateful that he gave me his umbrella, she thought. She continued to watch the mansion through the rain, dreaming again of what they were doing inside. Before light she made her way home and to bed. She was not going to give up, she was special and she will prove that.

The next day she went to a store that sold costumes looking for a robe for herself. She wanted it to be huge and fancy. Gems, lace, velvet. Maybe I can pass off as a member, she thought as she rummaged through the stores fanciest robes. And then there it was, dark green velvet robe, with lace trim, emeralds sowed into the sleeves. "I want this one.", she told the lady at the desk. The lady showed her everything there was about this robe. Hidden pockets, how to care for the garment, how to wear it properly. She thanked the lady, paid and was on her way home. For four days she danced around her home in this robe. Fantasizing of being in the mansion, dancing with the Master. Smiling to the door man as she passed him. Feeling so special to be a part of this. Yet much to her dismay it was only a fantasy, she had to make it real if it killed her.

The Cock ...

2007-06-23T13:57:00.000-07:00

a short erotic poem ....

~Wicked Love~

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She lusts for the cock...

Where to find the cock...

To desire the cock...

Appreciate the search for the cock

She has found the cock...

Where to place the cock...

To bounce her ass on the cock...

Appreciate the heat of the cock...

She now rides the cock...

Where to finish the cock...

To clean sweet juices from the cock...

Appreciate the hardness of the cock...

The Cock displays It's power to her,
she cleans the cock up with a smile ....

Along the Road (Chapter 4 - The End)

2007-06-22T13:31:00.000-07:00

Ohhhh……you know……it’s so sad......

It has occurred to me that time has just flown right on by, hasn't it? I've been waiting for so long to tell my stories. Low and behold, blessed me that you came along the road, stopping by to hear them. But you see, I have work to do. Besides, every story has to end.

Now now. There is no need to make a fuss. If it will ease your worrisome soul, I will tell you the ending to this story.
*heavy sigh*

The End.

Now off you go with your business. I just realized I have a sacrificial lamb to catch and you'd better be long gone before our little festivities begin. No no now....no questions. I'm not here to make sense, just to tell stories.

As surreal as she had appeared upon the porch of that old house, she disappeared. I had researched the strange story of the woman by the river prior to my day arriving there (which is what led me there to begin with). But as I continued my research after that day, I never went back to that creepy old house nor that old town. To this day, I still hear that there are strange deaths there and a mysterious yet beautiful woman that sings by the river. But I haven't heard anything about that old crazy bit on her front porch.

Even when I had researched that house and its owners, I could only find a family that was there from the 1890's who had only one daughter. According to some of the historians, the people that lived there were just quiet town folk who raised a couple of farm animals. The girl went to school like all the other kids and there were never any stories of her being abused. There were also no boys, no disappearing mother, and no father that died when the girl was of 21 years of age. Stranger still, there was no one reportedly living there that day I stopped by to use the phone.

Perhaps the only story that was meant to be told was the story of how for one day, I was listening to the strange stories of a woman that was never there at all.

Along the Road (Chapter 3)

2007-06-17T20:07:00.000-07:00

Buried at PhotoCasket.com

Well what happened to me? Same thing as all the kids. My daddy and my daddy before my daddy and my greatest great grand daddy.....they were all very good men. They were right with God and very stern in their beliefs. After we moved here though, my daddy caught my momma in the back with another woman doing things women shouldn't be doing with one another and it made him angry. After that night, my momma left and never returned. I being the only girl in the house of 4 boys became the womanly figure here. I tended to them, mended their clothes, cooked their food, did their laundry. I dropped out of school to take care of everyone full time. My youngest brother I think was hurt the most by momma's leaving but the others didn't seem to mind one bit. In their own ways, they looked to me for their comfort and support. And I being daddy's big girl, took care of them all. By the time I was 15, I was more a wife to my father. I'd lay with him at night, my older brother in the morning's after daddy had gone off to work and then my younger brother after the others had gone. I was safest with my younger brother. We kept a lot of secrets he and I. We were secretly passionate lovers. Had my daddy or my older brother found out, they would have skinned him. He was to be "last in line". We shared our very souls with one another until he left to join the war over seas. He never made it back. It was the most devastating time of my life. But none the less, I cared for the other three and in all ways. My daddy died when I was 21 and my oldest brother left to become a priest down south. I believe in New York. My other brother, he was a blind mute boy and eventually daddy sent him away when he became too much of a burden for daddy to care for. I guess I was 17 when that happened. I'm more inclined to believe it was the frustration that my older brother was having sex with my middle brother and that my older brother was trying to impregnate me that made daddy do this. Sort of like punishment for wanting to bring dishonor to his "little girl" and his "family name". I hear my middle brother has been doing fine in the institute but I'll never go to see him. Some parts of the past are best left there.

How about we get some coffee and sit out back. The evening air is sweet and crisp, perfect for relaxing.

Along the Road (Chapter 2)

2007-06-08T14:26:00.000-07:00

Buried at PhotoCasket.com

People here accuse me of being insane. They call me "Mad Minny". I've been here since I was 4 years old. My favorite place to be was by the river where Kildaire sings. Now my favorite place to be is at home where it's quiet. See, they may think I'm mad, but my house is the only house that doesn't have any strange happenings going on. So what? People talk in small towns and this place is certainly no exception. Mad Minny....that's what they say. The kids all love to hear my stories. I pass the story teller's stories on to the little ones now and they love to hear them. It keeps the peace here. Sometimes the little boys and girls from that fire come by to listen too but they keep their distance. They know not to scare the others. One big happy home I have...and it's all by myself now a days. The kids grow and move away, the spirits stay quiet. But it wont be long. No. That curse is coming to haunt the town....the time is coming for the awakening. It happens every so often here. And you'll be here to see it. Wont you? You'll stay here with me and watch it wont you? I hope so. It's a great time to be alive when all the things come to life...when the magic of the town is truly alive.

It'll be in no time. See, the parents here now, they think they have found the cure for their diseased little town. They think if they give it a sacrifice, it'll be just fine. I bet you can't wait to see how that turns out I'm sure. Yup...me niether. I know a few things about a few things in magic and I can tell you there isn't a single sacrifice on this planet that would cure the disease here. Nope. But let them try. Let them find out what happens when they go messing with things they don't understand. I have half a mind to conjure up a few goodies myself.

Someone told me a long time ago that the land is possessed. See, with all the happenings that have happend over the course of this little town, some would say that there is a curse here that makes the adults do these bad things. Some would say that the old man that lived here long before the town ever existed made this land so poisonous that it seeps deep into the minds of the adults....but the children remain innocent and oblivious to the poisen. They just keep living until one day, they get to an age where they are poisoned and then they continue the cycle. Another story is that the old man that was here before the town fell madly in lust with one townsman's daughter. He wanted her so badly yet his love for her was unrequited. And with greed and anger in his heart, he cursed the land to be poisoned so that this girl would suffer all eternity as her father raped and violated her and her sisters....and the poison grew larger then this one family because the old man was not satisfied with her suffering. If he couldn't have a beautiful woman, no man would. And we all know that the beauty of a woman is held within the sacredness of her loins.

But that wouldn't explain Kildaire's condition much. She was the only virgin in this town's short history. Perhaps it was by the grace of God that she managed to escape the abuse. Or perhaps it was her unselfish heart that made her a favorite among the land's deadly spirit. Or even still, maybe it was her father's will over the curse that spared her. Yes he lusted after his daughter but he wouldn't touch her. And it was more her mother's doing that she be set to be sacrificed to the land so that the town be spared of it's horrid disease then anyone else's. I'm quite certain that if it came right down to it, that father of hers would have killed the entire town to protect his daughter from being harmed. I guess in a way, he did.

Along the road (Chapter 1)

2007-06-01T19:54:00.000-07:00

Buried at PhotoCasket.com

She was a remarkably beautiful creature with brilliant charcoal hair and emerald eyes that one could swim in for hours on end. Her soft pale skin shimmered under the moon light as if stars were sewn upon her flesh with tiny fairy needles so that no mark would scar her. She slowly walked along the path beside the river, smiling about as she watched fire flies dance here and there. Her mind was cast far off into the day that had just passed as she had met a man of many stories, all full of romantic adventure. He told of great warriors fighting in great battles for the love of their woman fair. He told of mighty castles that had tumbled into rubble by the gentle hands of women and their magical spells. He told of young maidens of near and far running through meadows with horses that had horns upon their heads, called unicorns.

Kildaire loved such stories that took her mind far from this place. She would often day dream while doing her chores of a place that would hold all the answers to all the questions ever. It was a palace made of precious gems, gold and ivory. The people there would wear the finest linen's made of silk and she would dance with her laundry as she imagined this palace's glory.

Finally she settles down upon a rock, watching the fire flies dance upon the water when something catches her eye from not so far. She thinks to herself, "Could it be the story teller? Perhaps it is my little brother playing tricks..." Her eyes follow the shadow for some minutes as sometimes it appears not human at all. Finally she stands and just as she begins to call out her brother’s name, the figure disappears and the forest spins about. In a dizzying moment, she falls into the river and while unconscious, drowns. As the last bit of air escapes her precious lungs, the wind laughs mischievously.

When the town's people found Kildaire's body, she was hardly recognizable from the death that had consumed her. Her emerald eyes now white, her flawless skin gray, her charcoal mane tussled about and even in some parts upon her head, missing. Certainly the wilderness had its way with her body and it was obvious from the scratch and claw marks upon her now exposed fleshy belly. There were no biopsies for this time and there was no medical science to explain why Kildaire was dead, or even how she died, though some of the people felt that she had been violated prior to her death. Her family swore vengeance and they intended to take it out upon the story teller as it was no secret that he loved her and sometimes would meet her in the wee hours of the night outside her window to sing her more tales.

A mob of the town's men went to the little make shift hut that the story teller often would stay in, and proceeded to burn it down to the ground. They chanted, "Burn the villain!!" as it burned to the ground. As the fire grew bigger, the men could hear screaming from inside, and then more screams even still. That night, not only did the story teller burn but so did Kildaire's brother, and a few dozen other town children. It is said to be the largest massacre in this town's history.

After the deaths, peculiar things began happening about the place and families began moving away. Some explained it away as being that it was too sad to continue living there. But others knew that it was the strange things that kept happening that made everyone leave. "What strange things?" you may be asking. Every evening at dusk, the apparition of the story teller would take his seat in the town's square and begin telling a story, a story of his true love named Kildaire and every evening at dusk, the town's children would gather at his feet to listen; some of them alive and some of them not. The dead children would play pranks upon their living parents, often leaving homes in messes and on one particular occasion driving a father to insanity as he hung himself.

And since Kildaire and the story teller never found themselves together in the after life, which would explain why so many women see a fair maiden walking upon the water at the river and men meeting very unkind fates at the river's edge, they roam around this area desperately crying with sorrowful songs. Yet it doesn't explain what happened to Kildaire that night by the river's edge. Who was it watching her? Would you have ever guessed that it was her own father? He ritually masturbated while watching her bathe at the river's edge and thus was expecting quite a show that night.

The parents of this sleepy town truly loved their children, in so many different ways. It was a dirty secret that most of the children never spoke of but most of them were all part of this towns sexually charged rituals to invoke power, money and prosperity by their parents. The little children being molested at early ages and seduced by the demons in their minds found comfort and solace in the story teller's stories. They could escape the horrors of their parents in those stories. Kildaire was one of the oldest in this town before drowning. She was also still a virgin, set to be the ultimate sacrifice when she turned 16.

The last of the town's people from that era died of a massive coronary at age 41 in his chair. After that, the state took over the town and its history was buried with the last parent. Even the other parents who had moved away met unkind and unexplained fates.

Welcome to the sleepy town of Bailey, Rhode Island. Population: 7,500. Established: 1742. It’s a place much like any other only that it has a history that slightly differs from the other east coast towns; the parents loved their kids to death. It's a quiet place to be and it's particularly kid friendly. The children here love the place. The parents, not so much. Come with me into the library. The town's square used to be right under these floor boards, you know? Come with me inside and we'll chat a bit. We'll watch the kids circle the play area as they talk to shadows and play hide and seek. Come sit with me, we'll have fun and tell stories.

You're the one for me, fatty

2007-03-31T21:58:00.000-07:00

*This is a work of fiction based on the real life of a fatty.

You are my envy and my obsession. The way you hang out with your friends, discussing mundane things such as “B” movies, the drunken friend who always manages to be a jerk or new cars or even in the way you shoot a quick smile my way….mostly out of pity I assume…..it only adds to my wanting you more. I watch you when your emotions change like the waves of the ocean, deep within your eyes yet the expression on your face always stays the same. Those damn cold blue eyes, that soft smile upon your lips, the way you sarcastically stare the world down with your chin up high and your shoulders back. You’re fucking deep and mysterious. You’re so hot yet so cold….

I fantasize about what really goes on behind those eyes. What thoughts might you be thinking. I wonder if you’re secretly more aggressive sexually and wonder if you like to fuck hard or if you would even fuck at all when you look like that. Maybe when you’re like that, you just want to cause pain. I’m accustomed to pain. Would you tie me up and whip me? Would you hold me down while you fucked me? Would you command me to worship you and scream out your name while slapping my face with your hard cock? Would you call me a whore?

At night, when I’m alone in my bed, I touch myself. I mutilate myself for you. I cut at my skin and I whip myself hard to pay penance for the deep desire of wanting to be near you. I restrain myself from orgasm so as not to deprive you of the joy of feeling my pussy cum for you. I fuck myself deep, fast and hard and I swear to the darkness that if you wanted me to, I’d spread like a whore. I’d take all of you inside of me and I’d be your little slut. I’d be your punching bag, your therapeutic release of aggression, your anything, just so long as I was yours.

I’m not your type. You like those cutesy little bimbos and they always seem to shit on you. They never seem to be interested enough in you…not like I am. I examine everything about you. I know all of your quirks and pet-peeves. I know how you like to eat your hamburger and how you like your cock sucked. But no. You’re always chasing those tramps that hang around the star quarterback, drinking up all kinds of booze and flinging their hot little asses in every boys face. Their perky little tits hang out of their blouses or their bikini tops like they are suppose to be bigger then a “C” cup when in actuality, they’re only a “B”. Why? What is it about their tiny waste lines and ignorant behavior that you feel so compelled to chase? Why can’t you like me? Why can’t you like a fatty?

But I take care of myself, maybe even better then those little hoochies. I have a tight cunt and an even tighter ass. I’ve heard how you like to fuck a tight ass. I’d make the perfect little sex slave for you. I’m loyal, trustworthy, subservient yet not too much so….I’d be anything you want. I just wouldn’t pretend to be like them, those skinny freaks of nature. Unlike them, I have a brain. I have pride. But I don’t have a size zero waist, which means, I don’t have you.

I’m a fatty......

I’m a fatty............

I’m a girl who’s obsessed with you.

He wants ... She wants ...

2007-03-28T09:47:00.000-07:00

He wants to see her before him. He wants to run his hands up and down her body. He wants to smell the fragrance she is wearing under her ear lobe. He wants to taste the salt of her skin. He wants to tug on her hair. He wants to be in control of her. He wants to place his lips around her nipples. He wants to watch them harden within seconds. He wants to touch her deeply. He wants to rub his beast all over her inner thighs. He wants to feel her pleasure him with her mouth. He wants to bend her over and fuck her hard. He wants to explore every hole she has. He wants her to beg him for more. He wants to tie her down. He wants to tease her and watch the arch of her back rise. He wants to taste her sweet juices. He wants to flick her clit under she screams with pleasure. He wants to feel the curve of her ass. He wants to see red marks upon her ass. He wants to see the skin come back to color. He wants to see the redness of her cheeks when he talks dirty to her. He wants to feel her from the inside. He wants to tease her with the head of his cock. He wants her to ask for more. He wants to feel how tight her ass is. He wants to fuck it over and over. He wants to fill her with his cum. He wants her for the rest of his life...

She wants to be his all. She wants to please him as if no one ever had. She wants him to be proud of her. She wants him to take control of her and show her the things he wants. She wants to feel his hands cross her body. She wants to taste the salt of his skin. She wants to feel the bulge in his pants. She wants to beg him for more. She wants to feel his cock deep inside her. She wants him to smile when she lets out soft moans. She wants him to bite at her nipples. She wants to feel the heat rise. She wants him to explore the wetness below. She wants to feel him tease her over and over again. She wants to experience new things with him. She wants to bite his neck. She wants to see him drive her from behind. She wants to make him cum over and over again. She wants to hear him speak dirty to her, tell her how she is His slut. She wants to feel their bodies together as one. She wants to smell the smoke of his cigarette when all is done. She wants to stay in bed with him until he is ready for another round. She wants to be playful with him. She wants him to spank her good. She wants to grab his ears as he dives into her. She wants to be his for all time...

The Passing

2007-02-27T21:22:00.000-08:00

She walked passed him in the hallway and he stared at her with mischief in his eyes.

"What are you looking at?" she asked with a smirk.

"Nothing.." he replied innocently.

She turned and continued toward the kitchen but he stopped her by wrapping his arms tightly around her and attaching his lips to the back of her neck with heated hunger. She giggled almost uncontrollably while futilely resisting his advances but he pressed on, sucking harder upon her neck and squeezing her waist tighter.

"Where do you think you're going?" he inquired with a heavy tone.

"To get some pie...." she giggled.

"Oh no you're not." he responded and spun her around. With one hand, he gripped her hair into his fist, pulled her head back and thrusted a hard, deep yet passionate kiss into her mouth while with his other hand, he pulled her closer to his body so that she could feel his arousal.

She took a deep breath into her lungs and then as she let it out, her body quivered, letting him know that her body was at his command.

As they kissed passionately, he began to back her down the hall toward the bedroom, slowly undressing her, fondling her, and kissing her. All she could do was moan and move with him, his control over her was domineering yet arousing.

As they reached the bedroom, their half naked bodies pressed tightly to each other, he continued his sensual assault upon her, flourishing her with deep passionate kisses and heated gropes. She returned the fire, reaching down to rub his throbbing cock and playfully teased his lips with her teeth.

The teasing heated his desire more as he tossed her down upon the bed, tugging her pants and panties off with one swift pull. She sat up to try and resist his advances but she was met by his hand grabbing her hair and thrusting his extremely hard cock into her moist mouth. She moaned, sucked and teased him knowing that he would desire her hot pussy more then her mouth if she persisted.

A few minutes passed and as she had predicted, he tossed her down again. She squirmed toward the head of the bed but he quickly jumped on-top of her, spreading her thighs to enter her. She moaned and thrusted up into him, taking him deeply into her now, begging for their sexual union to reach it's climax.

He would not have any of that, so he pulled out and teased her nipples with his tongue.

"You want that cock in you, don't you?" he questioned with authority.

"Oh yes. Yes I want you. I want to cum." she pleaded.

He thrusted himself back into her even wetter pussy while continuing to suck upon her hard nipples.

"How does that cock feel?" he questioned again.

She responded breathlessly, "So hard.....so good. It's throbbing inside of me."

He pushed deeper and deeper still, feeling her tighten around his cock. He again pulled out.

"You want to cum?" he asked.

"Yesss..." she sensually hissed.

He reached over to the nightstand and pulled out her mini-vibrating messager and handed it to her, "Here....play with this."

She turned it on and placed it gently upon her clit, letting the vibration run chills throughout her body. He admired her work from above for a few moments until he could not wait any longer. He re-entered her dripping pussy and she immediately clenched his cock with her pussy and urged him deeper. She milked him hard, deep and slowly feeling his cock throb to the point where she knew that he was wanting to explode.

"I can feel you getting ready to cum..." he stated, "so cum."

With that, she closed her eyes and arched up into him, climaxing so hard that it was hard for him to stay within her. He pressed as deep as he could into her as she continued for what seemed like an eternity, milking his cock while she came over and over again.

Once she had settled down a bit and he was able to continue his motion, he rolled her over and she rose up to her knees. He slowly entered her dripping wet pussy from behind, feeling the heat from within.

"You feel that cock, how hard it is?" he inquired.

"Yes..." she breathlessly responded. "It feels so good."

She continued to use the vibrator upon her clit while he thrusted deeply into her, allowing yet another climax to rush over her body.

"That's right, cum for me baby." he cooed. "Fuck that cock....harder...harder....make me cum."

She pressed hard against him and with that he exploded within her, both of them climaxing together in a hot rush of sex and sweat.

Afterward, while they laid in bed, glowing from their afternoon rendezvous, she smiled at him and said, "I guess you wanted some pie, too?"

Sevan & Miss Dawn - Part 2

2007-02-23T11:34:00.000-08:00

She caressed my curves so natural and gentle. I was in a state of ecstacy. Staring at her, enjoying everything she was giving. Slowly she moved down, I felt the wetness grow. Letting out silent moans. She teased me as I teased her before. Her lips were so soft and tender. I felt my hips thrust for more. She felt it too and began fucking me with the black one. "Deeper ...oh my ...yes deeper," I let slip from my lips. She let me know that she was in control by stopping, stepping back glancing towards her dresser. "Please don’t stop," I said. "And if I do...," she asked in a playful manner walking to her dresser. I watched as she pulled out two leather cuffs. She tossed them at me and said, "Try those on and see what you think." I did as she said, they were very nice I thought as I placed them around my wrists. I noticed that they clipped together and I knew I was in for something intriguing. She came over to the bed and straddled me, pulling on the cuffs, making sure they are nice and tight. Clipping them together and then to the top of her headboard. My cheeks became red as I felt helpless. I glanced at her and found myself paralyzed, locked in with her eyes. "Are you ready?", she asked. "Yes". She ran her nails up and own my body sending chills down my spin. She kissed my breasts over and over again, then she began biting at my nipples. I could feel her tongue as it raced across each nipple and back again. Placing a deep passionate kiss upon my lips I felt something enter my drenched pussy. "MmMmM," I let out. She smiled and began to fuck me. Then she stopped again and continued teasing my body. I was still so helpless, my body twitching at every sensation, pulling at the cuffs attached to the headboard. She entered me again with great force. Over and over again, she letting out moans here and there as I moaned louder at her thrusts. My body longing for more. Slowly she slide down to my wet pussy, teasing it with her tongue. I tried to hold back and not let it go but she knew the right spot, and she pushed on it harder. "Cum Miss Dawn ....," she said and I did.

After laying there with her I felt so alive. I never wanted to be away from her from this moment on. "If I told you I love you, can I keep you forever," I said in a soft voice. "Miss Dawn, you are a doll. I want to know you more. I want us to know more about each other.", she said in a compassionate voice. "As I do too, Sevan.", I said. We laid there together for the rest of the night. Talking about everything and anything. Teasing each other with ever chance we got.

Weeks and months went on, she and I together, attached at the hips. I was happy, she was happy. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever believe I’d meet and love a woman so sensual, so beautiful. She became my everything. "I love you Dawn," she whispered into my ear. "I love you too, Sevan," as I placed kisses up and down her neck.

Sevan & Miss Dawn (Part One)

2007-02-02T09:31:00.000-08:00

The nights air was as cold as the arctic. My breath slowly leaving my lips. Standing there shivering my ass off I notice this woman smoking a cigarette outside. Glancing her way I pass a smile. "Sure is a cold night" she said, "Are you waiting for someone?". "Nope just getting my nicotine and some air." I could not but notice how beautiful she was. Long black hair with streaks of silver almost reaching the top of her waist, eyes as black as the night sky, a face of a pin-up doll, breast so perky you swore they weren’t real, legs that seemed to go on forever. She must be one of the girls in the show I thought to myself. "Are you waiting for someone sweetie?", I said with the sweetest voice I could. "Oh no same here, just wanted a cigarette and some of this fresh cold air", she said with a smile. "So are you part of the show inside then", asking as if I was a huge fan of hers. "Why yes, I am. How could you tell?" "I just guessed that since you weren’t waiting on someone then you must be part of the show." She let out a soft laugh and said, "What a great mind you must have." "Thank you." A silence fell and we both continued smoking our cigarettes. Trying to not to stare her down I find myself intrigued by her. "Are you here for the show then?", she asked. "Yes, I thought about heading home but now I seem to want to stay", I said. She smiled a smile that melted my body. I wanted to take her home with me right then. But how would she react if she heard my thoughts. If she could feel this passion starting to grow. I’ve been to this club a million times and never have I seen her here before. I watched as she took her last drag. "Well maybe I’ll see you inside then", she said in a playful manner. "Well maybe you will, maybe I’ll see you more than you of me", I said. She just laughed and head towards the back door. "Hey babe, I am sorry I didn’t ask your name", I said. "My name is Sevan, and your is?" "Sevan, wow that is different, my name is Dawn, it’s a pleasure to meet you Sevan", reaching my hand out. She shook my hand with ease, "I’ll see you around then Dawn." Watching her go through the door I wanted to chase her like a lost puppy dog. Wow what the hell has gotten to me like this. I haven’t ever felt the way she made me feel in those few moments. Taking one last drag I flicked the butt out to the curb. Gathering myself and my thoughts I head to the front entrance.

Mystic Black, what a name for a strip club. Now this wasn’t just some hole in the wall place. It was one of the best places I have seen. As I went through Hank was at the front desk. "Well now what brings you back Miss Dawn?", he said in his deep voice. "I don’t know really, just that I’m not ready to head home yet", I said as I handed him my coat. "I’ll have Kim bring you a drink then, just find you a table hon." "Thanks Hank your always such the gentleman." Ever since I came to this club Hank has always treated me special. He told me once I reminded him of his high school sweetheart. I went through the hall and headed to the main area. Once I reached the door I pushed it open, smoke just rushed out and the music was pumping. To my right was the bar, Jam was there and offered a wave. I waved back and smiled. To the left was the smaller stage. Men huddled around it like it was the super bowl playing right before their eyes. Spilling beer every time they moved, yelling out obscenities as if no mother of theirs taught them any better. Men ...I thought to myself. It had been years since I had let one into my life. The last was such a ass that it broke me.

Out of the corner of my eye I catch her in my sight. Wearing a attractive black corset with a pair of black shiny heels that made her even taller. Her hair up into a pony tail. I am taken back again at her sight. Over the loud speaker comes "Tonight I’d like to welcome the star of the show ....Sevan!" The place seemed to increase with men and women out of now where. People yelling and screaming for her. "Sevan, Sevan!" "Woohoo yeah baby ...show us what you got!" "Hot sexy lady come my way!" How could they scream at her in such a manner. I just wanted to silence all of them. And in a way I did, as soon as she stepped on the stage every sound left my ears.

Soon the music began and there she was in front of me. Her curves so delicate, her motions so smooth. What a woman is all I could think. She worked the room well and surely knew it too. I gazed upon her as if we were the only ones there. She saw me and smiled a wicked grin as she worked herself towards my table. "Hey hott stuff glad you stayed," she said as she dipped down low and up again. I just grinned and continued watching her. Before I knew it she was off the stage and the place seemed to come back into focus.

"Kim, could I slip in the back for a few minutes?" "Why yes Miss Dawn, your always welcomed back there. Those girls adore you." "Thanks babydoll." I headed to the back room. Looking pass the other girls there she is taking her hair down. "Wow sexy, you sure know how to work a room," I said as I found a chair next to her. "That stuff comes natural to me, hell half the time I pretend I’m at home alone", she said with out ever looking my way. "Are you done for the night then?" "Yes I am, the bossman wants me to come back tomorrow evening, he says I’m in high demand." "I can see why," I said with a grin. "Oh it’s you!!," she said as she finally looked my way. I smiled from my head to my toes. "Would you like to get some coffee and chat a while, or do you have plans?" "I would love to get to know you better, but I’ll pass on the coffee," she said. Damn I moved to fast is all I could think. "But if you like we could grab a six pack and head to my place or yours," she said without missing a beat. "I’ll take you up on that."

I watched as she gathered her things. I could help but think of all the things I wanted to do to her. She was the most sexual woman I had ever seen. These vibes came from her the moment I saw her outside. "You ready?", she asked. "Yes", I said. We head out the back and to the parking lot. "Follow me, I think I still have some drinks at home so there is no need to stop anywhere." she said. I nodded and headed to my car. It was a short drive to her place. She had a small apartment about 3 blocks from the club. She motioned for me to come. Steadily I walked to her. Something came over me and I wrapped my arms around her. She didn’t pull away, only to return the embrace. "Excuse me," I said, "I’m not usually like this." "Your so cute hon and I don’t mind, there is something about you that I like ... a lot." We made our way into her apartment. It was an empty place. A couch, a love seat, some small tables. "I just got this place about a week ago," she said, "There are still boxes I haven’t even attempted to un-pack yet." I just smiled. "Do you mind if I change into something other than this corset?", she asked in a playful manner. "Not one bit." I watched her head to the back room and found a seat on the love seat. I began to look around, huge paintings on her walls, boxes stacked everywhere, clothing and shoes scattered from here to there. "How this?", she asked as she came into the room. It was a black babydoll nighty, it highlighted all of her features and through the light I notice she wasn’t wearing anything under it. I felt hot and knew it wasn’t the heater. "I really like that look, sexy yet playful", I said. She went to the kitchen and brought out two Budlights. "They are about two days old, would you like something else?", she asked. "Oh no that will be just fine, have a seat with me, tell me about yourself." She handed me the bottle and sat next to me on the love seat. "Well there really isn’t much to tell. I moved here about two weeks ago. I don’t have much family. I like to party and love to dance. I’m hoping to go back to collage and finish my degree in Science. Otherwise it’s just boring details here and there. What about you, what do you do?", she asked. "Nothing at the moment. Life has dealt me a bad set of cards and I am starting to pick up the pieces.", I said with such sadness. "I hate to say it, but the girls at the club filled me in and I have to say it, I am so sorry," leaning over and placing a kiss on my forehead. "So they did tell you, I don’t know what I’m going to do with them," I laughed. I guess it was good that they told her my sad story, I did not want to go into it tonight. Tonight I wanted her and I wanted passion like I have never had before.

She finished her beer off and looked at me. My eyes, my lips, my body was her’s to have on this sweet night. "Just so you know I never bring home customers from the club," she said, "It was something about you and then after the girls told me how much they loved you and the things you have done for them, I didn’t think you could be harmful." "And the same with me, I never go home with strange girls I meet at a club. Hell I don’t think I have ever went home with a ...girl." I said in such a shy way. We just sat there and laughed at each other. "Follow me", she demanded. And I did, she lead me to her bedroom and sat at the end of her bed. Without any words we knew what we both wanted and needed.

Slowly she began to undo the buttons on my blouse and jeans. Her touch was so gentle, her eyes so mystical. Before I knew it she had my brassiere off and I was sitting there in nothing but a green string thong. A grin raced across my face. Pushing her softly onto the bed I moved next to her. Running my hand through her hair, placing kisses all over her neck. She had a sweet smell to her, her skin so silky soft. She let out a natural moan. Beginning to caress her curves, my fingers found their way to her bosom underneath the nighty. Making small circles around her nipples until they were hard between my fingers. She was beautiful and here I lay next to her. I kissed her deeply letting her tongue enter and out. She ran her hands up and down my back setting chills through me. Taking off her nighty I laid there in amazement. She went for a dresser drawer and brought back a big black dildo, placing it in my hands. I could feel the heat rise within me and I couldn’t believe this was real. She lied next to me. I started kissing her from her head to her toes, such pretty toes she had. She letting out moans of pleasure. This was the first time I had been with a woman in this way. Every sensation was a new and intriguing. I made my way to her milky white pussy. It was drenched and yearning for pleasure. Flicking it with my tongue her moans got louder. My fingers entered and I felt a rise in her hips. Such a sweet taste, I dived in for more. She was like putty in my hands, molding her into this sex goddess. I went for the dildo and ran it across her body. "Yes", came from her lips, "oh yes". Letting it enter her dripping wet pussy and back out again. Feeling her hips move for more, she wanted it badly and I was not willing to give it all to her just yet. Teasing her with ½ inch of it. In and out, slowly, in and out. Going deeper and deeper into her, tasting her sweetness. Moaning louder and louder, she screams, "Oh yes, oh baby, oh yes, deeper please, deeper!" I begin to fuck her faster and deeper. Feeling her thighs tense up. Licking up her juices as fast as they streamed out. This went on for eternity and I didn’t want to stop. "Oh your going to make me cumm Miss Dawn ...ohh ohhh ohh yeah," she let out. And then it happen, I felt her clit pulsate. Her toes pointed strait out, her body frozen in pleasure. Letting the black one out slowly and resting it beside me. "Miss Dawn, you are one hell of a lover," she said in a sexy voice, "Now it’s your turn ...let me take you to a place you have never been." I laid there as she began to kiss my breasts, her lips sending goose bumps up and down my body. This was it I thought, she was it ...she had to be my one. "Sevann, oh Sevan!"

~to be continued~

Hush

2007-01-27T13:28:00.000-08:00

Silence.

The evening is quiet and still while she awaits for him next to the large blossoming cherry tree. The moonlight shines down upon her black mane while the stars dance in her peridot eyes. She's painted up for the meeting; her lips are crimson, her flesh a perfect milky white, and her sparkling eyes are dressed in a mournful black. "His favorite.." she thinks to herself. She's strapped into only her corset, poised well with her hobbles laced tight around her ankles, and awaits him silently.....

Silence.

He creeps up like a shadow in the night, stalking her as prey and evaluating her every breath. He is pained by her beauty and angered for his lust. But he wants her and he's going to have her for she certainly has obeyed his commands....she's bound to him by her desire and will be restrained even more so once he has finished. Quietly he whispers to her......

Silence.

She does not jump nor turn to greet him, she stands in total contemplation. She knows that even the slightest wrong move will cost her a great deal of pain. But it's the pain that she has endured for his acknowledgement of her. She aims to serve this maniacal creature....she wants to prove to him that there is a thing called devotion. She believes in her heart that her devotion has kept her alive while the others met with such ill fates. Had they only kept quiet....

Silence.

He came slowly to face her as she kept her eyes lowered to the ground. He loved her eyes. His steal blue eyes came to focus upon her red lips, his favorite, and then to her milky white breasts. He could smell a slight hint of musk upon her flesh and it drove him throbbing harder inside his pants. He hated that he liked her, but he liked that she was his and only his to fuck.

He began roping her, slowly, meticulously, binding her wrists, then her elbows behind her back. He moved around and slowly created a figure 8, or infinity tie around her breasts. He liked seeing that. The rope went down her abdomen and then between her thighs. He stopped to smell her scent as he placed the rope between her moist lips and around to her ass. She was aroused by him. Yet, she did not moan, she didn't make a sound.....

Silence.

Even though her eyes were lowered to the ground, she still watched him. She admired him most when he was working like this. She knew by the way he was taking his time that tonight, he had special plans for her. She thought to herself how there were nights when he was violent and angry. And how some nights he would sit and sob. She has seen many sides to him, but always, she offered her non-judgmental devotion.....

Silence.

He tied the knots together around her wrists, forming a complete web around every part of her body that joined together in this one little spot. After a few moments of admiration, he lowered her belly-down to the ground and then tossed the rest of the rope over the strongest tree branch. Slowly, he began to hoist her up into the air by her arms.

"You will be bound to me forever. You will obey me, love me, cherish me, be devoted to only me. You will never have another ever in your life because you only deserve me." he sternly commanded. She nodded her head slowly as tears came down her sparkling eyes. "You have earned my liking of you. Do not disappoint me." he reminded her.

Her black mane hung around her face while she hung in the air. She could feel the circulation being cut off from her arms and her breasts. She watched carefully as he stood there and gazed upon her. She noted his hard cock also, which wasn't something he usually had.

He leaned toward her and kissed her crimson lips, licking thread that kept them bound together. He then sucked the dried blood from her lips and smiled. He really liked her.......

Silence.

The first of many to cumm ...

2007-01-24T14:41:00.000-08:00

It’s a quiet evening, the sun is settling in the distance, the warm summer air surrounds me as I continue on my evening walk. Making my way down to the river I observe him sitting on a blanket playing guitar. An angelic smile runs across my face. He motions for me to join him, without hesitating I kneel on the edge and watch as his fingers strum the strings. Closing my eyes to embrace the sounds ringing in my ears. It’s like this passion playing in me, each string a different emotion, each sound a different sensation. He stops and looks at me with a delicate smile. Who is this man, I ask myself. "Please continue Sir, Your music sets tiny fires within me," Casually he says how he can set many fires within me without the silly guitar. I’m intrigued at the thought, softly licking my lips feeling my nipples harden with every thought. Looking around seeing that we are defiantly alone with the exception of nature. I move closer to him as he continues to fill me with the sweet sounds as his fingers grace the strings every so gently.

As the time passes the moon reflects our image into the river. Slowly I move even closer to him wanting his fingers to trace my body as they do over the strings. He lightly puts down the guitar as he feels me next to him. I look up at him only to lower my eyes and grin. He swiftly places his arm around my neck moving closer to me. My fingers make their way to his inner thigh, tracing them as if I knew every curve. He whisper, "Are you ready for a real fire to burst inside of you?" "Yes Sir, please." Slowly he moves me down letting the buttons come undone from my blouse. I close my eyes. Feeling his lips trace my nibbles, softly biting, moving his hand around their curves. I let out a small moan feeling his fingers trace the inner curve of my thigh.

Tugging at his belt it releases and comes free. I look to him as to ask for approval, he nods with ease waiting for it. The bulge in his pants becomes huge, I blush while unzipping his pants. Putting my lips around the head of his cock as if it was a lollipop. Moving down slowly embracing it. I feel him grab my hair and it only makes me go faster, harder. His cock fucks my face over and over again. Yes, yes ....yes. Teasing it so with my tongue, over and over again. As I become more engulfed in it, I feel him moan for more. I stop and start to undo my skirt from behind, looking across at the river. The skirt & panties falls to the ground and I run into the river praying he will chase me. Turning around I feel his beast grace my thigh, he’s right there behind me. Kissing at my neck, groping my breasts. I whisper ... "Please set that fire..."

He bends me over, my face barely touching the ripples of the water. Forcefully he enters my hot voluptuous pussy. I gasp for air, he begins to pump me over and over again, our bodies as one with the water, every motion colliding together. Letting out soft moans till they become louder. Yes, yes ...yes. He pulls out and enter my ass. Oh how my moans become louder as I scream out "Sir I’m cumming!". He continues to fuck my ass harder and harder. I scream out with pleasure as I cum once more. He whispers into my ear "Are you ready for my fire?". "Yes Sir ...yes please fill me full!" As he explodes in me I can feel his cock pulsate in me over & over again. Gently he pulls all the way out, pulling me up to him. I place a kiss along his neck, "Thank You Sir for the music and the pleasure." We make our way back to the blanket. Slowly I put my clothes back on letting the moonlight highlight my features. He stands there admiring the beauty before him. "Again, please meet me once more", he says into the night. "Yes Sir ...till then I leave You with this." Taking my middle finger I let it slip inside my dripping pussy and out, placing it around his lips before I run off into the moonlight.

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This was the first erotic short story I ever wrote. I share it with you all.

I'm hoping to have some free time in the next coming weeks to pump *mmm* out another.

~hot smooches~

Not a Test!!

2007-01-21T08:52:00.000-08:00

Hello out there! Things around here will be going shortly. I'ved had a lot on my plate all with the power being out and shit. But I promise some nice things to come.

~wicked smooches~

Test Run

2006-12-20T10:03:00.000-08:00

So I had to create a new blog ...this is just a test.

~wicked love~