Come see what the fuss is about…
This is from a previous event…
December 3rd 2016 Live Write
Teresa Crumpton & Mitch Workman 7PM
Let me down I can walk. Why are you carrying me? I haven’t had that much to drink. Baby please let me walk my dress is sliding up my legs just let me walk.
The engine wound down to its usual throaty purr and I glanced over to the passenger seat. Vera sat there, one slender hand pressed against the dash, the other wrapped around the door handle. Her chest is heaving as the Maserati slows to nothing again.
“Doing alright there, baby girl?”
Her green eyes flash toward me and she half pouts, half sneers. “Yes, sir.”
Damn. I love it when she calls me sir. I feel the sardonic smirk creep up my cheek again. “Good girl. Keep holding on. We’ve got a few more miles before we get back to the house.” I call it a house. It’s more like a mansion got dropped on the beach. The house, the car, all part of our dream vacation. A little time away from everything to be ourselves again. It’s working so far. It almost feels like we’re teenagers again. “Here we go.”
How the hell did he get me in this car that fast. “Damn baby I love the purr though. You know I’m not that good. But I do love calling you Sir.” Vera reaches for Scot’s pants and unzips his pants. “Babe be careful as you drive and watch the road. I want to take care of you.” Vera lowers her head.
I grab her hair and flex my fingers. Her head comes back up a bit. “Now, now. Patience, baby. All in good time.”
Her eyes burn at me and I smirk just as I stomp my foot on the gas. The acceleration pushes us back in our seats as we scream down the streets. She crawls back into her seat and grips the door and the dash again.
“Why do you do that?” Her voice is tense, more than a little irritated.
“Because I want you to be patient, Vera. We’ve been married for ten years, and it’s all been go…go…go. So, I want you to sit back and enjoy this time. Who knows when we’ll be able to do this again.” I can’t help but to admire her. She’s really taken to this vacation of ours. But tonight is about patience, about drawing out the fun. And she’s not going to spoil it.
“Yes, but baby, you know I like to go fast, I hate being patient. Let me work that magic that you like. I promise you’ll enjoy it as always. I love feasting on you now pay attention to the road and let me have control of that cock of yours.” Vera grazes her teeth along the tip before sliding down the shaft. “Baby don’t watch me watch the road.”
A corner is coming up fast and I’m forced to keep my eyes on the asphalt. Fucking brat. It immediately becomes harder to drive with her full, dark hair brushing against my lap. I smirk. She’s definitely going to pay for this one. I finish the turn and the big beach house we saved up for two years to rent comes into sight. I start to think about the bedroom, but I don’t think we’ll make it past the entryway. Then I think about the belt I’m wearing. Black leather to match the expensive shoes currently pressed to the gas and clutch. Yeah. She’s definitely getting the belt.
“Zip me back up, baby. We’re almost there. And if you think you’re getting away with not listening, you’re got another thing coming.”
“Baby, I can’t help the last one those guys sent us. You didn’t have to let me drink yours too. However, you know I love giving you head on long drives.” Vera pouts, “fine I’ll zip you up, but I want more when we get in the house. I want to swallow. Don’t think I don’t know you want to paddle my ass.” She zips him up, kisses him hard and sits back in her seat.
We pull up in front of the house and I turn off the car. I step out, having to adjust myself as I walk around to the other door. I open it and offer my hand. Vera places her delicate fingers in mine before her heels find their way to the ground. Her dress is dark red and more than a little slinky. I know she’s been holding onto it, waiting for just such an occasion. She stands with my help, pulling that gorgeous frame out of the passenger seat.
“Let’s get insi-“
Her words are cut off as I lean down and lift her up onto my shoulder. I pin her thighs against my chest with one arm. I use the other hand to spank her. Hard. She yelps and grips my shoulder tightly.
“Hush, baby. Let’s go.” I walk toward the beach house, her upper body still clinging to my back and shoulder. I am more than ready to give her exactly what she wants. What I want. I pull the card from my pocket and wave it in front of the door. The lock beeps and I hear the mechanism turn. I push the door open. The house is still dark. Perfect. I step through the door and my foot splashes down in an inch of cold water. I turn the lights on. My eyes are confronted with calamity. The entire ground floor is flooded.
I set Vera down on her feet and she yelps again.
I peer around, disappointed. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”
Brian Miller & T. Lee Hunt 8PM
It’s not easy being a prostitute. You think at some point you’re going to be just like Julia Roberts’ In Pretty Woman but that doesn’t really happen. There is no fairy tale and most of the guys I see just want me to fulfill some fantasy their wives or girlfriends won’t. Why am I hooker? That’s a good question and not something I can answer easily. People assume I like dick but this is just a job. A way to pay the bills.
I wanted to hold her down, take her, breathe her in. I was so worked up. I could not wait to taste her exquisite skin.
He smelled of onions and rotten beef. While he pumped away I thought about Julia and what she would do in this situation. Would she point out that he needed a shower and that his dick was smaller than a baby’s fist? A lot of things filter through my mind while these poor saps are thinking that I’m enjoying their short time with me. That’s why I made the kind of money I did. I was a high-class whore that would even give Elizabeth Schue a run for her money. Where was my alcoholic looking to drink himself to death? I wanted to fall in love but I knew that would never happen.
As I slid into her softness, I yanked her thighs up high, pulling her feet to hug my sides. I tried to kiss her but she kept moving her head from side to side, moaning loudly. She was so into it, I guess those porn movies I watched so often paid off. I began to really bang into her, she started to screech in pleasure. “Hmm”
Moaning is key to being a good whore. I stifled a yawn as he slid into me and thought of divers and how they put themselves in danger as they study sharks. This guy reminded me of a shark. When he smiled, all I could see were teeth and that smell. When did he shower last? Jesus, if he didn’t finish soon the odds of me throwing up on him were pretty good. That was all I needed. If I threw up on him the fantasy was over and I knew that he would no doubt tell his friends and my job as a popular whore would be over.
I decided it was time to up the ante, so I pulled out and motioned her to move onto her stomach. She did it so fast that all I could think was she must really be loving my cock. I grabbed her curvy ass and pulled it high while pushing her upper back down hard. I could not wait to enter her again, so I pushed in fast and started to pound against her walls. She was pounding her fists on the floor in perfect timing to my thrusts. The bitch was mine.
I stifled a yawn as he took me and rolled me onto my stomach. If I did yawn at least he wouldn’t see it. Why was it in films and books the whores always got good looking guys? I was always stuck with fat sweaty guys with baby dicks. Take this guy for instance. He was cute, but boring. He thought that this was a date, and after he was done filling me with jizz he would think we were a couple. I just hope he remembered my no asshole rule. I could feel that he was close to blowing his load so I tightened up my pussy and prepared for the grand finale. I hope he didn’t pull out and shoot that shit on my back. I hate when they do that. I’m not a porn star for fuck’s sake.
I grinded my ever-expanding cock into her pussy, the feeling was building along my spine and tightening my balls. Fuck, she was a hot bitch. My friends liked to brag about their time with her, they even said she liked it up the ass but I was not sure if I should. I want this to last, so I pull out and roll her over. I am going to lick her until she screams my name, “Elmer.”
Oh great. He flips me over again and then I see his head sliding toward my pussy. Fuck, I hope he likes tasting his own dick. Here’s where the good acting comes in. He’s licking me with the same strokes most use to paint the walls in your house. Some are wide, others are broader, but the thing is I’m kind of numb down there. I washed myself but I wonder if he can taste the other four cocks I’ve had in there. Great, now he’s trying to slide a finger in my asshole. I clinch my cheeks and shake my head no. I swear if he tries that shit again I’ll break his damn finger.
I began to lick her so good, she is squirming all over my face, I pin her hips down as I dipped my tongue in her hole. She tasted as if she washed in salty soap. I could not get enough of her and I began to go to town on her pussy. She was leaking so much that I knew she was close to coming all over my face. I had heard that woman like a finger in their ass while being eaten out. So I begin to stretch her ass but she’s so tight, I worry it will get stuck in there and I pull out. She is really screaming now. My chest is puffing out in pride.
I start to scream, but it’s out of anger. He’s a persistent motherfucker. He keeps trying to jam that finger in my ass and I swear I’m going to break it. What part of no ass play doesn’t he understand? Sure, I can pretend that I’m having the time of my life but once you get near my butt that’s where I draw the line. Who the fuck names their kid Elmer? It sounds like the kind of name you would have if you have a baby dick. He really sucks at eating my pussy and I feel like I’m being whitewashed. He has his own slobber confused with my juices, Poor sweet smelly Elmer. He is really bad at this but when’s it all over I’ll smile and tell him he was wonderful. It’s what I do. I can’t crush his ego, unless he makes another move toward my asshole.
I pull away from her pussy, my face is so wet and slimy now that I wipe it on her shirt that she had slipped off earlier. Now she will have a memento of our time together. It’s time to start bringing her into my world. I grab the tie I had brought earlier and lean to tie her up, bringing her arms up above her head.
The hour’s almost up an I can see that Elmer wants to tie me up. How original and he wiped his stupid mouth on my t-shirt. What an asshole. I have an idea and I hope that Elmer likes it. “Let me tie you up,” I reply seductively. Maybe I’ll jam a finger in his ass to see if he likes it. If he thinks I’m putting my mouth on his smelly cock he’s wrong. I want him to cum and leave. He’s boring as hell and I’ve had a better time with a bottle of wine and a vibrator. The sooner this was over the better off we’ll both be, thankfully he agrees and I position his hands above his head. He reminds me a little of Jesus like this and I can’t help but wonder what sins he would be saving us all from.
Oh, my god. She is so hot to take me. I let her tie me up, she is being a little rough but I secretly like it. I ask her to sit on my cock for me and ride me wildly. She nods her burning red hair quickly, and begins to climb onto my hard cock, sliding down so fast. This bitch was hot for Elmer.
As I slide down on him I saw that his dick had grown a little. This would be the grand finale. I would ride him hard and fast and then he would bust his nut and be on his merry way. He would tell his friends that he gave it to me good and that I was practically begging for it. The only thing I was begging for was for it to be over. The sooner he came the sooner I could get a sandwich. The longer this went on the more bored I became. I bet this asshole jerked off ten times before seeing me. That’s the only way he could have lasted this long. Fuck this sucked. Making this guy think he was a rock star was exhausting. I rode harder and faster hoping this would speed up the process. Why wasn’t he coming? Fuck, this is never going to end.
She bounced on my cock, greasing my pole, it was awesome. I began to pulsate as I pistoned up into her hot pussy. Cum was building and began to bust free as if a pressure hose releasing hot liquid into her pussy. I began to soften as she slowly stopped riding me. I was so tired now. A smile lit up my face and she looked bored. What the fuck!
Jade Royal & Gabriella Messina 9PM
My safe house was the perfect place to go so it’s where I took Angie. On the car ride, more of her called to me in the confined space. Essence? Her scent was heady and not for the weak. All alpha, I wanted to make her submit to me. Safety was my number one priority, though. I pulled up to the cabin surrounded by nothing but trees and animals of the night.
“Stay here while I check the inside,” I told her before exiting the car.
Once inside, all the scents were old and blended in with the natural smell of wood and the outdoors. It’s been awhile since I’d been here and it showed. I’d straighten things when I came back. For now, I needed to get her inside and find out what the deal was with all of the goons back in the city. I signaled her inside and when she was over the threshold, I began the interrogation.
“Who were the men back in the city?”
I fidgeted for a moment as I answered… ” My ex and his…friend.” I cringed at the word… One that used to have so much more meaning than it did now… I could feel his eyes looking at me, cold and blue, yet with a heat emanating from them that was wrapping around my stooped shoulders and penetrating into my very soul. Even as I thought to myself, why is he looking at me like that? What does he want? I knew the answer… My stomach clenched, not in fear but in anticipation, at the thought…
He wanted me.
I opened my mouth to speak but flashes of another time flashed through my memories. The woman was Angie and I was ravishing her thoroughly. My hand was wrapped around her throat as I pulled her into my body. We were connected, my body into hers. Her dark hair was stuck to her face heavy with sweat. Her hand was wrapped around mine as if she felt safer in the confines of my hold. Something that I noticed was that her eyes were a different color. Light brown like mine with a soft glow that told me that she wasn’t human. She was… My eyes were that color during a change, a shift. Could she be?
I blinked coming back to the present. Angie’s scent was changing and driving me wild. I backed up to give me space. I needed answers.
“What did they want with you and who were the guys outside my apartment?”
I swallowed hard… I had this funny feeling he was asking for answers he already knew and that lying now wouldn’t get me anywhere… At least not anywhere good…
“Okay, full disclosure, this is probably going to weird you out…”
“Not likely,” he chuckled. “I’m kind of familiar with weird.”
“Right.” I swallowed again, more of a gulp this time, before speaking. “They were…trying to…take me… Because…” I paused, looking into his blue eyes, eyes like a stormy sea, Hus dark brows furrowed above them as he listened.
“I’m a… I’m a werewolf. There! I said it!” I watched his face for any sign of what response was to come.
He stared at me for what seemed like an eternity… Then he smiled.
A little too in tune with her body, I watched as her long eyelashes touched the tops of her cheeks when she blinked. It shouldn’t be sexy, but it was. Everything about Angie seemed to draw me more into her. She was nervous and that too was intense. I felt the need to protect her now even though no one was around. Maybe she needed to be protected from me because it took everything in me not to lick her all over. My oral attention wouldn’t keep her safe from outsiders. I needed to focus. Focus… Focus…
“I’m a werewolf. There! I said it.” I heard the words but there was something else. She had no idea. When she spoke the word her eyes began to glow and I knew her wolf was near the surface. I wanted her to break free and show Angie what she was really made of.
I pulled Angie’s head back by gripping her hair. Her eyes turned completely brown and glowed. Her wolf was wise, knew she was in the presence of a dominant partner. Angie whined and her heart rate increased. She looked into my eyes and the mistake wasn’t one I’d let slide. I pulled her hair harder and she yelped. Her eyes slid to the side and I nodded in approval. Her submission was beautiful and drawn once again to her, I lowered my head and licked her neck taking in her taste. She sighed and I inhaled deeply before letting her go. She stumbled to regain her balance and stared at me in shock. Her chest heaved and folded my arms.
“Why do they want you, Angie?”
“The same reason you do… I think.” I struggled to keep my eyes averted, since he wanted to boss me around a bit. I knew how it was, though… I might be the submissive in this, but I was the one with the power… and the very thought of it only served to arouse me more…
“And what do I want you for?” He asked the question, once again knowing the answer… I was beginning to wonder if everything on the street had merely been a setup, with this the ultimate goal… an elaborate arrangement to play out a scene of seduction…
Like he needed to seduce me…
“You want me… for your own…” I hesitated for the briefest of moments before adding in a voice hushed and breathless, “David.”
I felt his body tense as I said his name…
How… I hadn’t gone by David for years. It was a name from a different time and a different place. I was Dex now. There was a howl outside and the warning wasn’t missed. Someone was heading toward this cabin and I was positive that she was the reason. I’d kept out of harms’ way for a long time. The wolves surrounding this cabin were taking the arrival of uninvited guests as a threat. They had a right to but the real threat was standing in front of me.
The only people alive that new me as David were people that wanted to kill me. Maybe my instinct about her was wrong. Maybe the flashes of her in a past life were a warning to destroy her not to fall for the temptress. I assessed her all over again. Had I misread the past?
I could see the wheels of thought turning as he frowned. He was starting to put two and two together and getting a positive number, so to speak… but time was running out… I knew he’d heard them howl… I’d heard them howl… And we couldn’t both hold them off… I hoped that using his name, his true name, would be enough to jog his memory a bit, remember who I really was, who we were… I knew it was a risk… He would only have bad memories of the time when he went by David, when he was newly turned and we were on the run… much as it appeared we were going to be again.
“David? We don’t have much time, baby… But you have to believe me when I say… I’m no threat to you… They are, all of them, and we have to get out of here.” I watched him as he stared, fear in his eyes now, puzzlement as I used his true name again, and the endearment.
“Who are you?” I smiled, pulling back my hair and pointing to the scar on the top of my left breast… the bite mark that still remained from the first time we had mated, from the first night we had begun to run…
“I…am yours… as I always have been… Now, is there another way out of this cabin?”
Looking at the mark, puzzles pieces fit together but I wasn’t sure if I could trust her. I touched the spot on her breast and my ears began to ring. Heat raced through my body and my wolf wanted out now. Memories of the accident and the last time we’d ran came crashing back. I’d created a pack and they would fight with us. I growled loudly and my wolf took over shredding my clothes in the process.
Angie walked over sure of herself and ran her hands through my coat.
“I am your queen, David. We need to go or there won’t be a throne to protect.”
I sniffed. She was right. It was time to take our seats again and destroy the men who wanted to destroy what was ours.
To be continued… 😉
Elias Raven & Ellie Masters 10PM
I had just gotten off work and stopped by Club Kink over on Fairfax. The place was busy, but not screaming for a Thursday night. The door opened and there she was…
An absolute stunner that popped necks out of sockets when she came in. She had submissive written all over her, but she also had that look… you know the one… she got to pick and choose who she wanted. She wasn’t going to let
just anyone top her.
Every guy in the place wanted to take her
down to the dungeons, but one look at her and I was having none of it. I made a beeline across the bar and slid next to her easing out my buddy
Jake “The Italian” before he could put the move on her.
I’d come for play and maybe something more. This was my second visit to Club Kink, and my first time ever coming alone. The ache had been building within me for nearly a year now, and I believed it was time. I’d been grieving Master Paul’s death for too long, and had been foolish enough to believe I could live my life without…all of this. I couldn’t have been more wrong.
The two other clubs I’d visited had been seedy dens of soured sweat, but this club promised more. The scent of leather, a dark warm aroma, contrasted with the harsh marble floors. This filled me with the hope of something more.
She walked up to the bar even as I slid in next to her. Luckily, Paul the bouncer had the other side so Jake was cut off before he could slide in and work her from the other side. I acted as nonchalant as I could as I ordered a Jack and Coke from Paul the bartender. I could tell she was questing… She had that faraway look, not of
inexperience, but of hunger. I recognized the look…
I had walked away from the scene for a while to try out a vanilla relationship. BIG MISTAKE. I just smiled. I saw the beauty look over at me even as I made eye contact and smiled. ‘Well Hello and who might you be?” I said smiling and laying on the charm.
“I don’t mean any disrespect or to be to forward.
You just have a look in your eyes that I have
seen before. May I buy you a drink and would
you care to join me at the table over there?” I watched the uncertainty on her pretty face, but I could tell I was going to need to take my time with this one. There was a darkness hanging over her countenance…
Maybe after a few drinks she would tell me more…
His approach came like a thunder pounding in my veins, raising havoc with this cool demeanor I intended to portray. I was out hunting… not hunting, because I was most definitely prey in this world. No, I was searching and had come face to face with what looked to be the real deal. Even his approach had been well thought out, and the slight jockeying for supremacy didn’t go unnoticed. Tall with a penetrant stare, he caught and held all my attention.
Wait, he’d asked a question. Damn, I must look the fool.
“Um, whiskey sour would be nice.” Don’t stammer! I wasn’t new to this, but why was this so hard?
“You’re a whiskey girl?” he asked.
I graced him with what I hoped was a confident smile and gave a nod. “Wine and whiskey, and I’d love to talk.”
“Wine and Whiskey, very nice”. I said.
“Paul, whiskey sour for the lady!” I lifted my hand. The bartender smiled and nodded even as he reached for the good stuff under the edge. Paul knew that I only did top shelf. I handed her the chilled glass and motioned over to the booth in the corner.
I returned her confident smile. I could tell she was relaxing a little and I motioned for her to take a seat even as I helped remove her coat and set it on the seat next to her.
“I didn’t mean to pry. I just know that look and
usually I am not that forward on one of my hunches but I had a feeling I wasn’t far off the mark…
She returned my smile. “It has been a while and
you were right about your guess. My old master
passed away suddenly and I have been grieving
for over a year trying to find the will to start over.
I hope you understand how hard this has been
for me to even walk into a “club” again.”
I nodded my head and locked eyes with her.
She gave me the hint of a smile even as we
continued talking and feeling each other out.
Just the conversation was utterly intoxicating…
“May I ask a question?”
Maybe it wasn’t wise to test him, but it would be important to see how observant this man could be. How much of me could he draw out? I’d divulged too much already, and hoped that didn’t scare him off. Needy was not a good look in a submissive.
Answering my question didn’t seem to be at the forefront of his mind, because he was busy taking me in. The languid way his gaze cast over my body was measured and unrushed, as if he had all the time in the world. Falling back on my training, I straightened my spine and rolled back my shoulders. I wasn’t afraid of the electricity pulsing in the air, that tune vibrating between us was becoming more insistent with every pull of my breath. I slipped out of the booth and stood for him, letting his eyes feast on me.
A gnawing hunger ate at my soul and I wanted it fed.
“A question?” he asked.
The silky timbre of his voice rolled through me, making my knees shake.
“If I may?” I bowed my head, giving him the first taste of my submission.
“Are you currently seeing anyone?”
When she slipped out of the booth and stood for me I could tell she was at her ease. She was pushing past her fears and already was gaining some measure of trust. Paul had already brought us a second round so I knew the whiskey was helping some. I smiled at her
beautiful form even as she bowed her head. I could tell her knees were shaking even as I locked eyes again with her.
“A question?” I asked her.
I could see the sharp intake of her breathing even as she looked down and I told her, “You may”.
She then said the magic words. “Are you seeing anyone?”.
“Look up my dear” I told her.
I pointed at the booth even as she kept her eyes on me. “To answer your question, no I am not seeing anyone”. I measured my words out. “I walked away from the scene for about 6 months, trying life with a Vanilla and discovered
that once the genie is out, there is no going back. I am newly single and free”. I said smiling.
I could see the sparkle in her eyes even as we continued talking. I was surprised she had been so foreword, but then I had nothing to prove. I was looking for the right woman to be my submissive and I had just found her…
“I would love to continue this conversation further, if you so choose. I’m…well…there’s this need within me and, if you don’t mind me being too forward, I’d love to talk with you more.”
The corners of his mouth tilted upward and his smile slammed into me with the force of destiny.
“Come, let’s take this conversation downstairs.”
Bold, but necessary, I stared into the dark depths of his eyes. “Yes, Sir.”
the end…for now
Sharon Johnson & Cee Jay Cassidy 11PM
It was our 7-year anniversary and our passion had never waned. Mason had been the only man I had ever loved. Tonight, he’d promised me a night that I wouldn’t soon forget. I thought we were going to see that movie I’d been asking about for weeks and dinner, but apparently, the only thing on the menu was hot passion and the only sounds made, were the ones we made together…
We dressed for the warm summer night. We wore all white. He led me by the hand through the back streets of the villa we were staying in. The moment we were half-way across a wooden bridge he paused and pulled me back.
“What’s wrong Mason?”
He looked deep into my eyes and whispered; “What makes you think something is wrong?”
Before I could answer, he pulled me close to him. I sighed and almost swooned at his strong embrace. He leaned me dangerously over the railing and kissed me passionately.
“Mason!” I whispered. “What if somebody sees us?”
I was nervous. As I often was when I thought we might get caught. But it always got my adrenaline running as well. That was our way. Leave it to this man who I adored, to find another great place for us to heat up this warm summer night even more. As he traced my lips with his tongue, my lips parted and opened fully for him. I moved in even closer as he ran his one hand through my hair and the other around my waist. I could start to feel his need for me harden and the moisture between my legs began to get even wetter
“Let them see…” And he kissed me again.
I placed my thigh on the railing as his kisses ravaged my neck. My eyes went to the back of my head and I moaned. The next thing I knew, I felt his hand slowly work it’s way up my skirt. I wanted to stop him but… I couldn’t. I lied. I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted him to take me right there and then. Hs hand caressed my inner thigh with more and more determination. He wanted me, I wanted him to want me. I wanted his hand to continue to go higher and higher, closer and closer. I cooed as I felt the tip of his finger touch the edge of my panties. I shivered in the hot summer night. I was scared. I was aroused. I was…
And then I felt my panties pulled aside.
You know that moment when time stops? The one where you’re so consumed that nothing and no one else in the world matters, but right then. Yes, that was this moment and he was the bolt of electricity that I experienced every time he was near me like this and touching me like that. “Mmm” “Hmm” I said involuntarily. My eyes were still closed when he inserted one and then two fingers into my aching need. He’d found my soaking sweet spot and with every breath, I was willing him to go down on his knees and feast on me like he was a ravenous wolf. “I… I really…need…” Words had failed me but he knew what I wanted…no, what I needed.
My jaw trembled as the hunger consumed me. His finger gently stroked and probed me. I felt like a marionette on a string. Every time his finger would move round and round, I would dance for him. The moans coming from me must have gotten louder, because he placed his hand over my mouth. I could smell my scent on his hand. My tongue came out like a snake and I licked the sweet honey from his fingertips. The next thing I knew I was voraciously sucking his finger. I wanted it to be something else. My hand gravitated to his loins and I held on to his manhood and stroked him over his pants as he thrust his finger into my mouth, first one then two. The third finger reminded me of his girth. My mouth opened wider and I sighed. I threw my head back and he looked around to see if we were truly alone. He eased me off my perch and I felt him slowly bring me down on my knees.
I licked my lips, I was salivating at what was about to happen. I went right to work unzipping him. I was so thankful that he went commando. First, I teased him with the tip of my tongue. I smiled at his intake of breath. I knew I was getting to him. As I sucked on the head of his cock…in and out…in and out. He started to moan louder. “Mmmm” He started writhing in pleasure. He called me his liquid gold and in moments like this, I felt like there was nothing I couldn’t do.
My tongue licked and sucked every inch of him. My tongue reveled in the feeling of him in my mouth. I was a goddess on my knees and he knew it. I took my hands and freed my breasts from my blouse. I wanted him to see me in all my glory. I pinched and stroked my nipples as my head bobbed up and down on his shaft. I pulled back and licked the head of his cock like an ice cream cone. My tongue tried to invade him and his head flew backwards as he howled like a wolf. I smiled. After seven years; I still owned him like a pet. The next thing I knew, he had reached down, fondled my breasts and then brought me back on my feet. He roughly turned me around and bent me over the railing. My skirt flew up over my back and the railing groaned… so did I…
I leaned over the railing, giving him full access to my firm ass and still tight pussy. I was lubricated more than enough. He took off his shirt to expose his very taut muscles. Then he leaned into me and his heavenly skin was against mine. Somehow, he still managed to slap my fully displayed ass several times. Enough that I could feel the stinging fire on my tingling ass. Then, he caressed it a few times, before he reared back and plunged deeply into my pussy. I sucked in a hard breath. He continued slapping his balls against my ass as he hammered me hard, He pulled my neck back and started biting, licking and sucking on it. And then Oh My God! And then he…
said the one thing I needed to hear…
“I love you!”
And his hands grabbed my breasts and he manipulated my nipples between his fingers. His thrusts became harder, deeper and faster and faster. He was pounding my pussy like a jackhammer. I began to suck in breaths of air with every thrust.
“Ah… ah… ah. Ahhhh!” and then my voice raised about an octave. “Yiiiiiiiii” and his hand found its way around my mouth again. The birds in the trees began to sing as if to drown out the sounds of my orgasm. Then I heard him slap his own hand over his mouth. I wanted to laugh. He thought I was the noisy one!
Come see what the fuss is about…
This is from a previous event…
Live Write November 5th 2016
Sharon Johnson & Elias Raven 7 PM
The first time I saw him I was wet with anticipation. All those gorgeous tattoos made me salivate. Of course, there was no way I’d admit that at the time. After all, he was the neighborhood bad boy and I wasn’t about to become another notch, on his way too busy bedpost. He walked up to me and eyed me up and down like I was desert. I wasn’t sure how long I could resist, but I was determined to try.
I could see her hair shining a mile away. When I first saw her at the party, I could tell she was giving me the once over, but also trying to hold back. It didn’t take long with the way her friends were talking to her and looking at me on the sly, to figure out I was the main topic of discussion and I’m sure not all of it was good. In fact, when I looked at her friends, I realized I had bedded more than a few of them and I am sure the look that she was giving me was anything but casual…
I tossed back my Jack and Coke and walked over to her giving her the once over, even as she kind of stepped back. Intriguing, but not an easy catch that was for sure…
When he walked over as he looked at me that way, his swagger said, cocky and confident like he owned the room and everything in it. I’d heard that he wasn’t the guy who would make a girl happy long term. He was more of a love em and leave em type, usually about the 5th orgasm or so and he was gone. I hadn’t been with anyone in months and even then, none of them cared about my needs and what I wanted. Some would stick around for a few weeks and then…Poof!!! Just like that, they’d vanish into the night, never to be seen again. I hated how my body was responding. It was what it was. I’d play his game and see what would happen next.
I could tell I had piqued her interest, but she was being careful. I pointed to the bar across from us. “Care for a drink?” I asked, even as I laid the smile on her and tilted my glasses down for effect. She was feisty alright, even as she was checking out my merchandise. I played to her friends. “How about I buy around for all of you?” Then I looked into her eyes and smiled again, “You’re going to sit by me, right?” I figured she should feel safe enough hanging out with her friends. Besides, I knew that a few rounds would ease the tension just a tad and we would see if I could get a little further with her. All of her friends looked at me, then her and nodded. “Let’s go ladies, I promise I don’t bite!” And opened the door as we headed in. My new date for the evening was last and “accidentally” let her hand brush my chest, even as she grinned and said “Oh, did my hand slip?” And walked inside. The joint was hopping! We quickly found a table.
I couldn’t believe what was happening. The same girlfriends who had warned me about this gorgeous sheep in wolf’s clothing, had actually agreed to letting him buy a drink for them. So, what else could I do, but follow along. I was trying my best not to seem interested, but I knew he saw right through me. So, there I was, walking behind him, checking out that perfect ass, the one that made me wanna bite it and then, I just had to touch that deliciously appealing hairy chest of his. We found our table and pulled up some more chairs for everyone. And wouldn’t you know it, he decides to sit down next to me. And damn if he didn’t smell amazing…
The server started bringing rounds, even as the girls got settled in. I found out my new Blonde friend’s name was Sherry, but her friends called her Cherry. I of course, had to know how she had gotten that “Nickname” but the girls just looked at me and said “Nope!” And laughed. I laughed along with the ladies, as the shots and mixed drinks started to work their magic. The house band was tearing up a nice mixture of old time rock and roll and before I knew it, I grabbed her hand and pulled her onto the floor with me. Her friends joined us and we did a full circle as I spun them around, but kept Sherry in my line of sight. I could tell the frost was melting as the whiskey shots took over. Her dancing, became more loose as she moved with my body. I even pulled her close and pulled the ole Dirty Dancing Move on her. At first, she was stiff and then relaxed and moved with me as the music ended and we headed to the table. I waved the server over ordering a round of screaming orgasms. Working my way toward my first lip lock with her.
Right before we sat down, he decided to order one of my favorite drinks, the Screaming Orgasm. He wasn’t going to make this easy on me and I wanted to tell him to “Go to Hell” but there was something in his beautiful soft gray eyes, that said so much more than I’d realized before. As I was looking into his eyes, he moved closer and I knew what was about to happen. It was like moving in slow motion, it all happened so fast. He pulled me in tightly, ran one hand through my silky long locks and the other, he wrapped around my waist. The tip of his tongue traced the outer part of my lips. I immediately relaxed into him. I parted my lips and opened for him and then we began to dance a tango with our tongues. One leading and the other one following. At that moment, the room, the music and everyone else fell away. I was in deep trouble and we both knew it.
I figured I would try for the kiss after she dropped the shot down past her lips. I saw her take a sharp intake of breath in even as I smiled, moving in for the first kiss. The worse she could do was say “Nope, not that kinda gal” but that wasn’t the case at all. As soon as my tongue darted out, she was falling into the kiss and my arms in record time. I let her catch her breath, even as I waved the server over again. I ordered in more shots and started setting up a nice shooter game to see if I could help my date’s libido a bit. A little one shooter, two shooters, three shooters down… I lined up three shots in front of us, even as her friends were laughing, egging her on. “Sherry, you going to go shot for shot with him?” One sassy friend of hers, Teresa said. I made sure I took care of all the girls so Sherry, didn’t feel left out. Sherry didn’t know that the
bartender Teddy, was a friend of mine and always hooked me up on the bar bill. I was going to keep the social lubricant flowing fast and hard. Maybe get her into my car. I always had the covered spot in the back that was secluded. I always kicked Teddy, an extra-large tip for the love and the parking spot.
The more I drank, the more I giggled. All those silly girls, just egging me on, it was starting to get hot in there and all the smoke from the cigarettes, was making it hard to breathe. I needed to clear my head and get some air. He was so hot, and all those tats, showed off all of his corded muscles. I don’t know why I said it and to this day I still don’t, but I said, “Ray, would you please walk me outside, I need some air and maybe we could find a place to sit down? I just need a few minutes, then I may go home.” The man smiled an absolutely illuminating smile. He took my hand into his warm, but surprisingly soft hand and carefully led me out the door. I was sure I was probably in trouble and I’d most likely be that, “Five of Six orgasm girl” but by then, the idea seemed like a really good one…
I watched the next shot glide past her lips along with the other girls. Glasses slammed onto the table tops, as I pulled up my next shot and downed it, waiting for them to follow suit. Sherry, tilted her second shot back and I saw her eyes water, as the shot hit her really fast. The other girls laughed, as they downed their shots. I looked at the next shot and pointed at Sherry. You ready for round three? She held her hands. “Just a sec… you trying to get me drunk or in my pants?” She whispered. I smiled at her and kissed her again. “Both honey” I said. “Do you need some air?” “That sounds like a good idea Ray. Take me outside.” She said. “They have a patio out back”. I pointed over my shoulder. Her friends laughed even as I pointed at the next shot. “Ready ladies?” I asked. I picked up and downed the shot popping the glass down. I waved the server over and pointed to Sherry’s friends. “Give them some love Michael! I’ll be right back. I think my friend needs some air!” I said, and stood up, taking Sherry’s hand and walking with her out the back of the bar. As soon as the door closed, I leaned in and she leaned back against the wall my lips started exploring her waiting mouth and tongue. “Glad to see were both thinking alike” I said, with my voice low and growling. “By the way, my car is over there in the secluded spot if you want some privacy… “
By that time, I was feeling like I could fly and he was really cute. I mean really cute. He was also a great kisser, the best I’d ever had. I actually found myself wondering what else he might be the best at. “Um..ok.. yer…sure lats go” I slurred. Even in my drunken state, for some reason I trusted him. He wasn’t a creep, maybe just a horn dog and that was better right? He picked me up and we were in his car before I knew it…
I carried her over to the car as I pushed her against the side sliding my hand under her ass and pulling her into me. Her lips were all over me, as her fingers pulled against my chest. “Car?” I asked. She nodded as I opened the back seat and she jumped in with me. Her legs spread and waiting. I hiked the dress up around her waist. She did little to protest and moaned as my fingers and body along with my, lips pressed against her. Her nails raked my back and shoulders. “Fuck, I want you,” she moaned. I unzipped my pants, even as she grabbed my length pulling it out of my pants and unbuttoning my belt and zipper. I pulled them down and slid her underwear down, tossing them into the front seat. I slid my length against her, even as she moaned grabbing my hair. I angled my hips allowing my length to penetrate her, even as she groaned clawing at me. We went at it fast and furious, even as she screamed, pounding my back raking her nails as I locked into her eyes… I could tell I was going to get her all night. We would have to make it quick, I knew her friends would worry. That was ok I was going to take her home…
Kasey Hill & Michael Noe 8 PM
It was a simple chance encounter. You know the kind where you meet someone in a smoky bar and feel all atwitter patted. You drink a little and then later, you exchange fuck faces. It was too easy to pick up men in a bar. They all thought with their dicks and that made it easy to trap them. Yes, she was not here to hook up or find a baby daddy. One of these unlucky sons of bitches was going to die, and die painfully.
He found her to be intriguing. What woman wasn’t sitting alone at a bar. An easy score for him tonight. She made all the right faces and sent all the right signs. She was hot and not only in her panties. He could fuck her four days from Sunday and leave her begging for more. It was in the right moves placed. It didn’t take much talking, before they were walking out of the bar and heading to his house. A nice drink at the house to unwind even more and then the fun would begin.
This was where it became interesting. To her, he was just meat in skinny jeans and black T-shirt. When he wasn’t looking, she made sure to put the roofie in his drink, so that he would be good and sleepy soon. “So, why not just cut to the chase. We’re adults here right? My only rule is no names. I don’t want a boyfriend; I just want to fuck…” He smiled and nodded like a good obedient puppy. “I like a girl who knows what she wants.” She smiled and patted his head affectionately. “If you only knew. Let’s head to my place. I’ll drive.” He agreed and out they went, hand in hand. They looked just like any other couple, except this was just a booty call. One of many for both of them.
They arrived at his place and he was quick to make the drinks. He watched her, as she looked around the room paying no attention to him. He slipped a cellophane from his pocket and dropped two capsules in her drinks and watched them fizz down. He gave her drink a quick stir with his finger and walked it over to her. “Cheers,” he said, as they both downed their drink. She gave him the fuck me eyes once more, before she started to lose the lust in her eyes. He smiled, as he watched her sway a bit and sit down. “What….what was in that drink?” She stammered. “Oh my pretty,” he said brushing the hair from her face. “I myself am more of a keep her kind of guy.” She rolled out of her chair and hit the floor out cold. “Now,” he said still talking to her. “The fun does begin.”
Something was wrong. Halfway to the car the world tilted and got fuzzy, she slumped against the car confused. “I’ll drive baby. We’re going to my place.” There was nothing she could say or do. Her brains were nothing more than scrambled eggs. He picked her up easily and put her in the passenger seat. “Need to buckle up sweetie. Safety first, even for a bitch like you.” He cackled, as he ran around to the driver’s side and climbed in. “You didn’t think I saw what you did? You’re pretty slick, but I’m quicker. I switched the drinks.” Now she was laid out legs wide open. She could feel him watching her, but there was nothing she could do to protect herself. The hunted was now the prey.
He took the invitation, even if she seemed like a crazy bitch. She was the right kind of psycho he had been looking for. “You do realize what we can be together, right?” He said climbing in on top her. “We could be better than Bonnie and Clyde. I know bitches like you. You take home whoever lends you those eyes just to torture them, fuck them, and end them. I like that shit,” he said, swiping aside her panties. HE unzipped his pants and thrust in. “Let’s just say, we could do this together forever. Me watching you, you watching me. Then fucking in their blood afterwards.” She grinned back as he laid into her getting out what was needed to satisfy them both. “Now, my love,” he said, as he came. “Who shall we grab first?”
She had never felt this way before. “You really think so? You drug me and then later, expect me to open my legs just because you’re some kind of psychopath? I eat bastards like you for breakfast.” He laughed and patted her leg. For the first time, ever, she felt a stirring she had never felt before. Her heart trip hammered inside of her chest, forcing her breath to become ragged. “Yeah? Follow me. I got us a pet,” Suddenly she kissed him. Deep and hard. It was the first time she kissed anyone like that and she wanted more of him. This was wrong, but damn it she couldn’t stop herself. Inside the dining room, there was a large box with a bright blue tarp covering it. Pulling the tarp away she gasped as she saw the leggy blonde inside chained up. “Oh, my God!!” She clapped and cheered as she hugged him and felt her insides turn to goo.
He grinned as he saw how elated she became seeing the young woman bound before her. “So, my little queen, would you like to play with her first?” He didn’t even get a response. She was already unbolting the door of the box and dragging the blonde out by the chain latched around her neck. The blonde screamed and kicked. It was no use. Her hands were bound behind her and she couldn’t see either of them from the blind fold. He led the duo to his prepared table and uncovered the delightful pieces he had gathered for the night. Before them lay scalpels, nails, glass, barbed wire, anything you could think of to torture and fuck with he had. “Which would you like first love?” She smiled at him and said, “Give me the barbed wire.”
He smiled and nodded. She loved the glint in his as he handed it over. The woman whimpered, as Grace suddenly shook her head and put the barbed wire down. There was a cheese grater next to a simple corkscrew. The handle was stained with what could only be blood. She licked the woman’s breast and smiled, as her nipples hardened. Without warning, she ran the grater over her breast shredding skin, and forcing the nipple to pop like an infected zit. The gag kept her screams in, but the fat tears that rolled down her heaving cheeks, made Grace giggle. “What do we have here?” She grabbed the corkscrew and jabbed into the woman’s eye. Blood and puss, exploded from the wound, splattering Grace in her smiling face
The woman continued to scream through her gag. It was irritating to Kevin, but it also made him hard. Grace was quick to pick up another tool and smash the woman in the face again. The blood from the bludgeoning, even hit him this time. He wiped it from his face smiling. He reached over and handed her the channel locks he had. Two pair. He watched, as she clamped them down on the woman’s vaginal lips and spread her apart. She picked up one of the nails while murmuring, “I always wanted to be a piercing artist.” She smacked the nail down through the flesh. “But I was always so bad with aim.”
“It does look a little uneven. Oh, well.” He grabbed a scalpel and carved a small incision into her stomach. Just wide enough for his hands to slip into. He watched the woman’s eyes roll back in her head, as he played around in the open wound. Then his pants were off and he was inserting himself in the small slit. Each thrust of his manhood caused more blood to seep out, and her whimpers suddenly ceased, as his penis penetrated vital organs. Once he was finished he laughed and said: “You weren’t going to eat that, were you?”
Bryce Calderwood & K.M. Cox 9 PM
I used to…
I used to have a name, but now I don’t know. I don’t know who I am. I don’t even know what I am. I have a face, I have hands. I remember hurting, hurting everywhere.
But now, I don’t hurt. Except everything is so unclear. As I move, I hear faint whirring sounds from my body. I move with fluid grace, even though I am now part machine. I hold this thought with no anxiety. Perhaps because I no longer feel pain.
But what do I feel? And who is that woman at the end of the hall?
What does she want from me? I can’t decide if she’s a friend or foe. Maybe she’s lost just like me. It’s so hard to tell what’s going on.
I vaguely remember my old life. I can remember a back yard with a picket fence. I remember a child’s laughter and the squeaking of a swing. But now it’s all just another memory. Or maybe a fantasy?
It doesn’t matter what I was, though, it’s time to figure out who I am. And what I’m doing here.
“It takes some getting used to,” said the woman at the end of the hall. “Do you like your face?”
I turned to the nearby mirror. I was already looking at myself when she entered the long, narrow room at the far end. At first I thought I saw someone else through a window, but her movements matched mine and I realized it was me. I didn’t look like me, but then, I couldn’t remember what I looked like.
The face they’d put over the structure of my artificial skull was beautiful. Like a woman in a face cream commercial.
“What if I don’t?” I asked, turning to face her. She approached, unfolding her arms and smoothing out her white pantsuit. She looked about my age… an odd thought because I couldn’t remember how old I was supposed to be. The laughter and cries of children played as if from behind a thick wall in my mind. I blinked and the sound was gone.
The woman gestured to several faces hanging nearby.
“You can choose another one,” she answered as if it was the most natural thing in the world. “We want our family to be comfortable in their own skin…as they say. You’re going to be with that face for a while, so you better enjoy it.
I looked around at the other faces, contemplating. If only I knew what I looked like before. If only I could remember my skin, or the color of my hair, I could look like my old self.
Then again, I had no idea if I liked my old self…what if I was horrible? Distorted. I couldn’t go by my memories.
“I’ll keep this one,” I said, running my fingers over the porcelain skin. “It’s growing in me.” I turned to the women, who hadn’t taken her eyes off of me. “So… now what?”
“Now, we test your responses before you start your new life.”
She moved in very close to me. She had eyes like the blue from antique china, although I don’t know how I knew that. Her hair was brilliant copper. She reached out and caressed my face and my own response surprised me.
I wanted her.
But that wasn’t enough. I also wanted answers.
She was the key to the answers, I felt it. She was hiding something…something that would change my course.
But how could I get the information? I wasn’t sure if I could even trust her; she could’ve been the reason that I was like this.
“So what responses are we checking,” I asked, watching, waiting. “What do you need me to do?” Dropping her hand, she grasped mine, squeezing my fingers.
“There’s a machine,” she said, “we have to hook you up and then there are questions. Your answers determine how your functions are working.” She smiled. “Are you ready?”
She tugged at my hand but I resisted. Her face became uncertain, questioning.
“You said I’m starting a new life. Why? What happened to my old one? Was there something wrong? Did I agree to this?”
She kissed me, which I wanted but didn’t know I wanted. How could I feel like this if I was mostly a machine now? I felt heated up from the inside, lighter than air as her lips caressed mine.
But then she whispered in my ear, “I left enough of you intact for you to help us. You used to be a special ops agent, but you died in war. Your memories will be returning. Use them to survive and help us. Please.”
She kissed me again and pulled back.
I was stuck, rooted in my spot from shock. Special ops agent? War? I couldn’t remember any of that. But I could imagine it: I saw the bunkers, the guns. I saw the sand and dust and heard the screams.
“Did I kill people?” I asked, uncertain if I wanted to know.
“Only those who deserved it,” she told me. Her eyes darted around. “Not here. Come to my room tonight and we can talk. I’ll give you back your memories.” So, she was the keeper of my memories! “Help us and I can help you. Please.”
With one last smile, she sashayed out of the room, giving me one last meaningful glance before disappearing behind the door.
What the hell was I getting myself into?
Minutes later the door opened again but this time a man and two robot soldiers entered the room. The man wore a dark suit and seemed fastidious. The two robot soldiers made the floor thump with their steps. They were a flat black that reflected no light. Their bodies were comprised of asymmetrical polygonal shapes to fool and distort sensors. I knew, now, how I knew this.
“Dierdre,” said the man to me, as if it were my name. I guess it was. “Ready?”
“Yes, sir,” I said, as though I were happy and carefree. But then I made my face into one of concern. “What are these? They’re not going to hurt me, are they? Can you make them go away? They’re scaring me,” I lied.
Even without the woman telling me, I knew this was the man I was supposed to save everyone from.
I could smell the stench of death and darkness coming from within him. The man grinned, nudging his henchmen.
“Please,” I said again and the soldiers backed up. “Thank you,” I said and shook the man’s hand when he held it out to me.
“It was my pleasure.” He said. “I wouldn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable; you are an intricate part of the story.”
“Funny,” I said. “You’re an intricate part of mine too.” Before he could react, I spun the man around and grabbed the gun he tried to hide.
I’m the next minute, bullets sprayed the room- hitting the man and his henchmen. I continued to shoot until none of the bodies were moving.
And then, the door opened. The woman was back.
“Perfect.” He said. “You got them out of my way.” She pulled out her own pistol. “Now it’s your turn to say goodbye.”
Oh shit. It was her all along.
Lea Winkelman & Riley Bryant 10 PM
I’m so frustrated. Where is she? Sitting here on my throne, it’s a lonely place. I feel that part of me gone. I need to find her. ” Girls, what news do you have for me? How is the search going? ” I’m hoping they are even trying to find them. Maybe I need to push them harder.
The lash in his voice strikes like a whip, the master’s mood grows darker with each hour, each minute, and the time has stacked up to days. Illyra glides her hand down his chest, her fingers caressing over the hard muscle, laying her body against him.
“Master, the search continues, unceasing. The minions seek her far and wide across the realms, but it is as if she faded into the mist.”
I feel the sexual tension in Illyra, she’s always wanted to sit up beside me. She’s a good girl for enjoying but, she’s not who I crave. “Illyra what need have you this eve? I sense you are wanting something. You do realize you can never sit on her throne. None of you can. It was made to hold only one” I look into her seeing the lust.
All recoil at the reproof, but Illyra drops to the ground, her hands trailing over him as she seeks to move away. “I am sorry, master.”
We all are his, have always been his, for his pleasure. But she was different. She was what we could never be. And now she was gone. I feel the jealousy, moving in the pit of my stomach, remembering what they were together, but I know I cannot be what she was. None of us can.
Rising from the floor I move toward his throne, kneeling, crawling toward him and that cold stone chair.
“We are not she, master, we do not seek to be.”
Timidly I raise my eyes, looking into that cold visage, those dark eyes.
“We seek only to serve.”
“Ladies you are here to serve me your Master. When she returns, you will serve her as well. Never forget your place. Do not think I will stop my search. I demand you increase the pace to find her. Bring her home!” My anger grows as I fear they are stalling thinking they can be her. No one can be my Rose. Only one who can left out of fear.
Pounding my fist on the arm of my throne I raise my voice in frustration. ” who of you told her? Someone scared my Rose away! Tell me now who. ”
Each of us rise to reassure him of our devotion, our hands seeking him, caressing him. His arms, his legs, his body. Our words tumble one upon the other, joining in a chorus of mewlings. Yet the cold fury of him is a rock against our storm, unyielding, unassailable.
Feeling the ladies administer their affection, it’s soothing. Trying to calm my emotions I take a breath. “Ladies, feeling you all is stimulating to me. Yet none of you are her. I want my Rose. So, tell me now, where is she!” I’m feeling one of them knows her whereabouts yet refuses to tell. Why won’t they bring her back to me?
Strong steps sound into the room, echoing around the high walls of the chamber. All heads turn, save his, as he continues his brooding. The figure that enters carries with her an air of command, an air of power. Her body is strong, hard and toned, though not unattractive, curved in all the right places. At her side, she carries the long curves sword of her office, as master of the spies.
Immediately she assesses the situation, her eye moving over each of us as we seek to comfort our master. Her pace slows and she moves around, addressing the master from a distance. As she passes one of us her hand falls, caressing the cheek, casually.
“Are you so troubled that your throngs cannot satisfy you, master?” Her voice does not hold the cower of most of the master’s subjects, but speaks almost in mockery of him.
Looking at my one on charge, the one female I trust above all these others I see her ready to enjoy some pleasure. ” My spy do you have news for me? I fear these throngs as you call them, are hindering the search. One of them scared Rose away. What should we do with them now my dear?” I look at her seeing she’s ready to play with these ladies.
“The search continues, ” She bows, a slight bend at the waist, her arms spread just slightly, though her eye never wavers from him. “but I can assure you none of these, ” she turns her hands to take in each of us. Her hand again finds the one by her feet, tracing over the shape of her ear. Coryn’s head turns and she nuzzles into the woman’s thigh, ” had anything to do with it.”
“We have found evidence that she was abducted, master, by Jarmyn’s forces. Even now we seek out those who helped them.”
My anger rises. “Who dared help Jarmyn, who betrayed us? Where is she? No harm must come to her. I fear war will be the answer. He has always been jealous.” Shaking my head, I start to think of a plan. How can we bring Rose home?
Casually, she walks toward him, moving to the side of the throne. Lowering her head to his, her voice is quiet, “We will find them master, and we will make them pay.” Her hand moves along his, bringing him in, as if to a conspiracy. “Even now, we gather the faithful. But we must move carefully.” She moved behind him, from one ear to the other. “If we act in force, they may kill her.”
Her breath is hot against his ear, “We will move tomorrow, quietly, quickly. And they will learn what it means to anger you.”
Gabriella Messina & Jade Royal 11 PM
I watched the two girls sitting on my bed and felt little to no interest. Human women never made me feel anything. Especially whores that thought that they could turn me on with a flick of their wrists, bare body parts, and little to no brains. They offered me nothing, but a very cheap moment. The one that I want has no idea that I even exist. She’s a lot classier than anything these girls could offer. I stood and left the room, disturbed by the thought of touching them with a 10-foot pole.
I walked outside into the fresh air and all of me came alive. The night had a smell, just as everything else did. It smelled of mischievous deeds, nature, darkness, and something… else. I smelled cheese pizza to my right, but then something sweet mixed in. I closed my eyes, taking in something that stirred my soul. It was her. I couldn’t tell how far away she was, but like a moth to a flame, one foot in front of the other, I headed her way. It was time.
It was colder than I thought it would be, which is why I’d thrown on such a thin jacket, instead of my heavier pea coat… Winter had come to the city early this year, and the chill temperatures only served to accentuate the sounds… of the cabs inching past… of boots sloshing through the wet leaves… of footsteps…
I slowed… they were approaching me from behind, getting closer and closer… I dared not look, but sped up, hurrying toward my turn, my street… then it was only twenty or thirty feet to my front door… I fairly floated along, searching through my pockets for my keys so that I would need to hesitate only a moment before entering the safety of my brownstone. I inhaled another deep breath of cold air, and the scent of pizza. My stomach growled loudly, in response and I resolved to call out for food, as soon as I was safely indoors.
Only a few more feet… the step beckoned. Suddenly, I froze… not because of the steps growing closer… in fact, they were silent… and with good reason. Ahead of me, leaning casually against the stone rail of the stairs… was a man…
He smiled quietly… and something in me melted. I smiled in return. “I didn’t expect to see you tonight.”
I passed musicians on the street playing loudly. Normally, I would have stopped to listen, but there was something much bigger happening tonight. The moon was high in the sky and was probably the reason, why things felt more intense. I’d watched her from afar for a while, but I’d never felt propelled to seek her out, by just her scent. It’s not the first time that I’d smelled her, but it definitely is the first time that she’d been irresistible.
I froze when I neared the scene unfolding. There was a man following her. I knew it was Angeline, from the way that her hair flowed in the wind. There was another on the steps in front of her. She seemed to know him and maybe she knew nothing of the man behind her. I stepped back, watching as things began to unfold. Maybe I’d made a mistake. If she belongs to someone else… The wolf inside tried to force his way forward, but I stood my ground.
“Wait!” I hissed at the wolf. “We need to make sure she doesn’t belong to another.”
He howled inside and I knew that it was only a matter of time. Again, I watched. What was really going on?
“Didn’t expect me?” The man smiled more broadly, but with a hint of danger in his eyes. “Angie, you should know better than that.”
I could feel the hair on the back of my neck raising up… someone was behind me… I tried to remain impassive, maintain the smile on my face, but I was very aware of the presence behind me… and there was something else out there too… something different…
“Angie, you remember Gary, right?”
I winced. Yeah… I remembered Gary alright… I could still feel the bruises, the ropes tying me down, the humiliation… I winced again.
“What do you want?” I knew what they wanted… I watched, as Gary worked his way up from behind me, blocking my only escape route back down the street. This was not going to be good…
Suddenly, the atmosphere changed… and a blur rushed by me, hurling Gary to the ground and lunging at my smiling ex.
I smelled the shift in the air, as aggression took over. This wasn’t a happy meeting and her fear registered, just before I pummeled the two guys. “Gary” was now clawing at a huge hole in his throat. The man with the smile, yeah that faltered smile as of now. I held him by the throat and roared. Frightened, I heard the rapid breathing of his heart.
“What do you want with her?”
He sputtered and then kicked at me. I tightened my hold and he squeaked. “They know she’s different. They’re going to kill her. They’re on the way and you’re going to fucking die too.”
A snap to his neck, ended the conversation. I looked around, but detected nothing but a frightened Angeline. I raced towards her and stopping just in front. “Come with me.”
I looked at this man, the one that I had just watched tear my former abusers to pieces… and felt no fear. This wave of utter and complete trust washed over me, and I quickly took his offered hand. We began to run down the street, racing away from my home, and I knew from my life… They know I’m different? What could that MEAN? I took a moment to glance at my new companion, this dark man, who felt oddly familiar. Even my hand in his felt natural, like we had held hands before and would again after this… a timeless connection. He glanced at me, throwing a quick wink that reassured me even more. I dared to ask, “Where are we going?”
He smirked. “Away from here, as quickly as possible, then… not sure.” He chuckled. “You trust me?”
“Oddly enough, yes… Don’t know why.”
“Good.” He smiled broadly, then turned back to watch for movement ahead of them. I turned my attention back to the street as well… We both stopped in the same moment, our hands still tightly clasped, as we stared at the figures ahead of us.
Probably wasn’t wise to kill the only informant I had, but I couldn’t stand to look at him any further. He smelled of lies and deceit, which burned the hair in my nose. The trail of my thoughts froze, as I sensed the men waiting ahead. I needed to get to my safe house and they were in the way. It would take no time to get past them.
“You one of them too?” The idiot asked.
“One of who?” I asked, letting go of Angeline’s hand for a moment.
I handled the first guy and turned around to see the other holding Angeline. I shook my head, trying to calm the beast. MATE. I swallowed, knowing that this was a possibility. The connection was too strong. A gun pressed to her head and a finger that was trembling wasn’t a good combination. I thought less and acted more. I hit, moved quickly and knocked him to the ground. Two shots to his chest and I grabbed Angeline. Moving as quickly as possible, I took her to my safe place and locked us inside. I looked at her, not really knowing what to say.
I stared back at him, feeling the pull between us, this consuming magnetism… the man had called him something… were… I frowned slightly, taking a step back.
“What are you?” He took a deep breath.
‘Just a man… at heart.”
“Okay, what about everything other than your heart?” He smiled.
“That’s more complicated… but we don’t have time now. We’ll have to keep moving.”
I kneeled down in front of Angeline. I knew that someone was after us and they’d all suffer for trying to cause her any harm. She was mine and in time, I’d tell her everything. I smelled her sweet scent up close and I closed my eyes. She was mine and I’d protect her. She was the Mistress of my heart and I the slave to her being. MINE
-To Be Continued…
Come see what the fuss is about…
This is from a previous event…
Live Write October 1st 2016
Zorha Edwards & Teresa Crumpton
The darkness brought forth the being I wanted to destroy. They reached for my arms and legs trying to pull me down. I tried to keep my mind clear so I could call to my sister. She was supposed to come down as soon as she saw them capture me.
~Mist Surrounds me~ I hear you sister…Damn what Magick is this? I am completely cut off from communicating with my sister. I need to break the myst and then I should be good. This is a spell for the book of Lithe, I know. I remember the counter; I think…
from the blackest of night
I will begin this fight
blood on bone
bring to kneel
at her throne
clear the Myst
give me sight
forever to see
Let ME BE
so mote it be
~Slowly clearing the mist~
His minions clawed at my legs as I chanted the protection spell my sister and I created for when they caught me. But we never planned on the mist or that they would be able to draw my blood.
~opening the portal~ OH yuck, it smells like ass and boys locker room, we have to have a chat with the mater that dwells here…we are going to, but once he is dealt with…~pain that bring me to my knees~ What? the mist is taking blood from my sister…not only to separate us but remove her powers. ~Here me sister~ I send to her via our mind path. I am here, the chant, take blood from one of the minions…rip off a fucking limb if you have to but get the blood, this is a blood spell and has to countered with one. You have no protection…NOW
Damnit!!!! I can barely hear you sister. I hope you get this part too. They bound my hands the little demons. ~ I kick at the head of the closest bald gnarly looking childlike creature crawling out of the ground. They were everywhere. As soon as I got one off me another took its place. I was losing strength with every step. ~ I need the energy spell we discussed sister. The one we didn’t think would work. I’m willing to try it even if IT kills me once we take this Demon out.
~Sighing~ I think I heard the spell for energy…She is not going to be able to take it, but she is fading. ~Blue Lightning Gathering~ Hands over my head…feeling the life force of my Sister.
Light of Hell
I call your fury
Take my will
use this force
destroy the horde
Use the conduit
Lust by Blood
Casting the spell, I hear the shrieks of the demons, feel the relief of my sister. I open the door to the cell where she is being kept to see her body bloody and torn. The rage I have begins to charge the air. I have to control the power, or she will know that I have done the forbidden spell. We could not destroy this fucker if I hadn’t. She would never understand. ~Falling to my knees~ let me release you, we will need to hide so that I can heal you. I need your help and power of sex. But once we have this bastard, I will have blood and all of his internal organs for what he has done to you.
my eyes flicker ~ he’s here ~ I whisper. Cackles erupt all around the stone walls of my cell. ~ She’s mine now, and there’s nothing you can do. Not even that forbidden spell you cast to save her. But thank you for that. Now I’ll have both of you. ~ His words echoed in my head as he ranted. I couldn’t let him take us both. He took too much already and I wouldn’t let him take anymore from us. Drawing up all my well I started my spell. I just hoped my sister wouldn’t kill me for this. She still didn’t know my full power and I was about to show her what our father had done. Why our Mother had been so pissed at him. And why our Uncle wanted my blood before taking hers. My hands reached slowly up to my necklace and pulled. My light pierced the darkness.
`Laughing Loud as if thunder was striking~ Your very good dear uncle! You have unleashed hell on yourself. I will give my little sister the first taste of your blood. By Blood our powers have strength by our love we are bound. You took our parents, and may have tried to own us ,..but you have underestimated us! I will rip the heart out of your beating chest and dine on it… ~Chanting the spell with my sister~
We call to the power
power with might
Bring this evil
destroy this blight
Tear the arms
remove his might
beneath our feet
as we will
SO MOTE IT Be
feel the pain begin dear uncle!
I chant with my sister as my cuts start to heal from the spell I had worked to free me. ~ NO!!! ~ he yells as my wings un-furrow. My body levitates off the ground. Once I’m on my feet I step closer to him, but take my time so he sees his death coming. With hands still bound I reach towards his heart, parting his chest with ease and wrap my hands around the beating organ and pull. His magick keeps him standing, watching as I remove the still beating blackened thing. His eyes bug out as I take my first bite.
~Wicked smile~ See Uncle, you didn’t know who you were taking on. ~my blood lust takes control~ My eyes dilate, and my teeth grow and my claws grow… I rush to his body as he stares in horror, and begin to cut him apart like the meat he is. Remove the eyes that look in horror, popping each one like the finest fruit…the blood full of his power is the sweetest I have tasted, other than my little sisters. With the blood exchange we did before coming, it gave us a power boost he never expected. Next I bite and suck on his chest, and work my way down to his hardened cock and with a swift bite remove it and spit it on the ground, as his screams become music to my ears…the years of his abuse of me is over and my sister will never know what horror truly is.
Finish him sister, time to send him to his hell.
Good bye Uncle ~ I finish eating his heart and his body falls to the ground and my sister gets all the nourishment she need. ~ Thanks for coming for me sister.
Sharon Johnson & Elias Raven
The image of you in my mind, that first subtle
interplay of sunlight and warmth. Those first days
where everything was just perfect. You held me off
for days as we learned about each other…
That first kiss was surrender mixed with your desire…
It was as if the air shimmered around us awash in flame.
My arms aching as I reached out to pull you
ever closer wanting to fall into the moment. Into the
soft glow of your eyes…
I remember when we first met. I thought you were the best looking man in the room. I never thought you’d look my way, until you smiled at me. As you headed my way, the first thing I noticed about you was your warm, welcoming smile. But then, as you were almost right next to me, the light in your caramel brown eyes welcomed me in a familiar way that I couldn’t explain. I’d like to say you had me at hello, but that’s not what happened. You had me the next day, after our chat. I knew right then, that you’d not only seduce me with your body, but your words as well. That to me, has always been where the real passion lies…
My lips glide against yours even as I fall deeper
into your eyes… My mind racing as the kiss lingers
and takes flight… I can feel the palpitations of your
heart even as my head plays back the long hours
we have spent on the phone getting to know each
other yet underneath was the subtle undercurrent
of desire that was pulling us both in fast… I love the
hunt… I pulled you in tighter feeling your body shudder
as I let my tongue dart out feeling your lips open
and your tongue darting out to meet mine in a
fiery dance of passion
You could always captivate my heart like no other. You always have a way of speaking, not just with your words, but your tender loving touch. The way your eyes look at me in a 100 different ways. The way you touch my skin. Every sound you make, every moment we spend is pure euphoric bliss. Your heartbeat is my favorite song, every morning after we awaken in our tangled sheets with the warm sun peeking through our windows.
Touch, the gentle breath upon the skin, was always her
favorite. I loved to make her shudder even if it’s with my
words.. She is open to me.. Allowing me to have my way
but she is the flame that guides me. I have never known
bliss like this.. It is a gift of the heart and mind and soul
that I treasure. When I take her fully and listen to her sing
with her sweet voice rising as our pleasure mixes with
euphoria something as subtle as that first kiss always
comes back to me.
When he comes up behind me and moves my hair to one side, it always gives me chills. Then I feel the warmth of his breath, as he first kisses me, then tells me in a whispered tone, all the deliciously naughty things he wants to do with me. I love the way he then starts to nibble on my ear, as he reaches around and starts to unbutton my blouse. “Mm” I moan. And as I turn to look at him with my heavily lidded eyes of desire, I see his looking back at me. After that, our real dance of passion begins…
Her skin is sweet, almost sugared my hunger
fueled as my lips glide down the soft contours
of her neck and shoulders. My steady fingers
undoing the delicate buttons pulling her shirt
open even as my hands reach around across
her waist pulling her into me.. Kissing her neck
and lips my hands climbing toward her soft peaks
even as the moans escape her lips… The shudder
all I need.. the start of the dance.. so beautiful…
Your skilled fingers know every inch of my body. Every sound I make with you, always feels like the very first time. Your soft musky smell makes me tingle in all the right places. I love that your hair is thick and full, as I run my fingers and pull you into a deep sensual kiss. The way you run yours through my flowing hair is like Heaven on Earth. I pull away from you. I turn my back to you, so that you can unsnap my bra in that very adept way that you have, as my juices start to flow and my passion ignites even hotter for you my dearest…
I undo the snaps
Even as my fingers deftly
Remove your bra from
Your shoulders… Your breasts
Are absolutely gorgeous… My
Index finger and thumb finding
Your nipples even as the breath
Explodes from your lips… My tongue
dances against your earlobe..
Delicious… I whisper… My hand glides over your firm bottom even as your scent. The heat rises as I slowly work
Every inch watching you shudder… So beautiful…
I’m almost in sensory overload by now. I love the way you enjoy my breasts. The way your fingers play with my nipples, making them pebble and harden. And as you feel the weight of each one as you cup them with your palms…there aren’t enough adjectives to describe the feel and I really don’t want to try. A few moments later, I’m taking your hand and placing it into my pants and into my lacy red panties to my engorged nub… “Yes…Oh my god, yes” I say breathlessly…”Right there please”
I love her desire.. Her willingness to have me push her
even harder then before. When she grabbed my hands
I could feel the slick wetness.. the invitation to take her
even harder and faster then before. I drop to my knees
sliding her panties down quickly even as she steps out
my lips and tongue glide upward along the inside of her
thighs. “Spread baby” I tell her. She obeys even as I begin
to explore her.. my lips gliding across her firm ass
even as my fingers begin to work her heat.. the wetness
running down my fingers as I feel her thrashing her legs
trembling.. wanting to release.. I watch her face timing
each movement each action.. wanting her to go farther
then before.. Her eyes are rolled back as I build and
ease build and ease her moans then screams as
her body starts to lose control.. Absolutely mine..
I see colors…beautiful..vivid colors at first. I have never in all the time we’ve been together had an orgasm hit me so hard, as wave after wave continues to come. At some point my legs must have given out, because the next thing I know, I’ve been scooped up, my arms wrapped around his neck and I’m being carried over to the bed. As he gently lays me down, my hair falls everywhere and I’m breathing heavy. I’m completely covered in sweat and my juices. He looks into my eyes, with those caramel browns, I love so much and straddles me then kisses me deeply before he starts to desend downward for another taste…
I can feel how much she has given to this
only the first rounds of passion. I want more
my tongue dancing against her as she screams
her legs wrapped tightly around my head..
I ease back pushing her legs against my shoulders
even as I pull her into me.. Sliding in gently allowing
her to glide slowly achingly down my entire length
her moans and gasps as I slowly work it
into her pushing slowly but steadily.. Watching her
eyes that are glazed over as each level of pleasure
takes her higher. I lean in allowing my body to join
with hers denying myself yet wanting her to have
all of me. She grabs my chest her nails digging in
the pleading look in her eyes as my hips shoot
foreword unable to restrain that which she craves
and needs. My own groan rushes past my lips even
as she arches.. her own final release showering me
completely….. the flames dying slowly down… to the moment…
Xtina Marie & Bryce Calderwood
Alivia’s form felt cold. She needed… She knew what she needed. What she always needed. The centuries had not been kind. How long had it been this time? No matter how hard she tried, she strayed from the Immortal Code and brought punishment upon herself.
Oh, who was she kidding. She didn’t try very hard.
Her desiccated skin clung to her bones like greasy paper. Drained of all her immortal blood… suffering for hundreds of years but not dying. No, not dying. Would it be poetic to say she yearned for death?
She wouldn’t wake from a slumber this deep without reason. Ah, there it was, a scritch-scritch-scratching, upon the stone door of her burial chamber…
Alvina’s paper thin nostrils flared. She could smell him. His intoxicating blood pumping in that beautiful whooshing rhythm. The need grew horribly, she had to get to him- had to feed upon his life blood. Her insides screamed in want, in need. She got slowly to her feet, her old bones dropping dust to the ground with every movement she made. She was shaky on her unused legs, but strength was returning quickly. The noise from the other side of the door beckoned her.
She spoke but only dust came forth. Nearby scattered on the cold stone floor lay swords from a long ago party of grave robbers. She had strength to lift one and clang it against the stone thrice before dropping it with a ringing clatter.
“By God, are you there?” came a sonorous, masculine voice.
The scratching grew into grating scrapes as the last of the old clay fell away like scales from the eyes of Saul. Yes! She could practically hear his virile heart beating through the stone wall. Freedom — and more — would soon be hers.
Her head cocked to the side, that voice- she knew that voice. Her mind started to wander through endless memories, times long past. Her mouth began to work, but still not a sound came out, her throat so dry she could not even swallow. Her whole body now, started to vibrate. She stumbled the last few steps to the door. Clawing at it, willing it to open. From the other side, the pulsing of his blood was all she clung to.
The grinding of stone upon stone never sounded so pleasing. Light blinded her and she jolted back away from it. It was only after a moment she realized the light was not fire, but some kind of brilliance without flame or heat, beaming forth from a tiny lantern. The light illuminated the face and now the memory in her dried husk of a mind found her.
“Charles…” she breathed, but he saw her lips mouth the word over her fangs.
“Yes, you remember!” He smiled, flashing his own fangs. “After I heard you’d been punished and made into a Revenant, I vowed to free you.”
She leaned into him, wrapped her stick arms around the hard muscles of his deltoids, slid her claw fingertips up his strong back.
“You came for me,” she whispered.
“Aye,” said he. “And at great risk, too. You see, I couldn’t come here without being found out, which means the Elders will have my balls unless…”
She drew back to look him in the eye. Such beautiful silver eyes he had!
“Unless you grant me your Gift in return for freeing you,” he stated.
His words fell on deaf ears as her eyes greedily took him in. He was so beautiful while she stood there, nothing more than bones, some skin clinging to them. Her hand shot out and gripped his throat, feeling the blood rush through his veins. His alluring silver eyes widened as she squeezed, harder and harder, her nails starting to bite into the healthy skin of his neck.
“Charles,” Finally, the name rushed out of her, sounding garbled but still recognizable.
“Alvina?” He gasped out, his fingers finding her’s as the blood started to flow.
As she drank from him, his cock hardened against her. Now there also was pleasure long denied her. She freed it and stroked him even as she drank his immortal life down. He moans grew quiet while hers gained strength. Blood burbled around her lips and ran down her breasts like red lightning flashing against a pale sky. As Charles’ life passed into her, she became flesh and he…
Well, he wouldn’t be getting what he expected out of this. Alivia didn’t deal in fair exchanges. Power was not exchanged. Power was taken. Becoming flesh enough and wet enough she threw him down on his back and rode him, satisfying her other need. By the time she came, Charles had long realized his betrayal and that he was powerless against one so old as her.
Finished, satisfied, and now beautiful, Alivia rose, wiping the blood from her mouth.
She had a council of Elders to punish, after all. No time to delay.
Delaney Foster & Lucas Black
It took some doing, but she wanted to offer him something special for his birthday. She’d known he had these desires for his whole life, and had discovered, on reading and researching, that her desires dovetailed nicely with his. The porn he watched resonated deep within her, as did his Kindle library. But she’d been afraid. But now, she was ready. Her best friend, from whom she had no secrets, helped bind her with the cuffs, right in the middle of the living room, where he’d be certain to see her. She heard his key in the front door, took a deep breath, and trembled …
She’d waited all day for the moment he would get home. After her shower, she painted her fingernails and toenails and made sure her hair and makeup were done just the way he likes. Without hesitation I asked my best friend to help prepare me. He first noticed the perfect seam running up my nylons, guiding his eyes from my shiny red pedicure to the garters attached to my sexy, black panties. This is it. My resistance was a battle I was never meant to win. Pleasing him is no longer a fear. It’s a burning hunger that yearns to be fed. “What do I expect from you?” he asked, his voice rolling over my body like smooth velvet. “Obedience, sir.”
I was astonished when I saw her, presented so submissively and beautifully, right there in my living room. I’d more or less expected that she’d take me to a nice dinner somewhere, her treat. But apparently she had a far better gift in mind, the gift of herself. I saw an array of toys on the coffee table, toys I didn’t recognize, and knew she’d planned a while and had spent a small fortune on this night. Glad this was a Friday, and we could (hopefully) explore this all weekend, I smiled. I asked her what my expectation was, and she answered “obedience” without hesitation.
“Who owns you?” I asked.
“You do, Sir,” she answered. “Body and soul. I’m yours, Sir.”
I took the leash and helped her to her feet, then kissed her, a lingering exchange of desires and passions, already growing erect, but knowing patience was indicated. The kiss broke and I picked up a flogger, a deer hide one that would heat her, but not hurt her, knowing I had all the time in the world to let my sadist out to play.
I saw her eyes widen and heard her breathing quicken, then stepped behind her and raised the flogger …
I steel myself in anticipation. I knew what to expect. I have done my research. I know his demands will be made to be met without question, yet he continues to look at me in complete reverence. The soft skin of the flogger doesn’t come down on my backside as I had expected. Instead, it makes a trail from my ankle to my knee, ever so gently, before making its path back down again. An exhilarated shiver runs down my spine as the path extends its way all the way up the back of my thighs this time. His movements are slow. Exaggerated. Erotic. He touches me with the patience of a man who has clearly mastered his craft. A light tap against my thigh heightens my arousal. I hear him breath a chuckle as my silent shudder feeds his inner demons. The sudden lashing of the deerskin against my ass causes me to cry out. I feel my cheeks redden as the blood surges through my body. Again and again, the flogger comes crashing down against my bottom. The pain is intense as blow after blow comes in a continuous stream. Over and over, with each smack, I begin to relax into the pattern of his strokes…enjoying it even.
I chuckled, teasing her at first before laying the lash to her with vigor. Deer hide is light and soft, enough to hurt some, but more to heat her up. Her pale skin marked and reddened beautifully at my attentions, and my arousal grew sky high as my soul acknowledged not a desire for her. No, this was a NEED for her, as important as my need for the air I breathed, as I continued the flogging, turning her ass such a delightful darkening pink before I stopped, setting the flogger aside, teasing her heated ass with my hand, feeling it, hearing her breathing quickening, the aromas of her own arousal drifting on the air to meet my nostrils.
“I’m far from done with you, my love,” I whispered-growled in her ear, seeing goose bumps rising on her arm. “Far from done.”
“Yes … I know, Sir,” she moaned. “God, I want you.”
“And you have me, my love,” I assured her, and gave her ass a sharp spank with my hand …
All of my senses burst to life. My eyes memorize every detail of his adoring expression. His raw, masculine scent is as intoxicating as the classical music that echoes off the living room walls. My body is on fire from the inside out and I am not above begging. I let out an audible sigh the moment his palm touches my sensitive flesh. As soon as his hand leaves my body I wait in anticipation for the next blow. He gently rubs the spot he just punished. Then repeats the gesture on my right cheek. He continues this pattern until I don’t think I can take any more. Then he steps away, leaving me feeling bereft and neglected. A moment later he’s back with the silk blindfold I had lying on the coffee table. “Arms up,” he orders, and I immediately obey. He wraps the smooth silk around my eyes, depriving me of one of my senses. Silence. Anticipation. Lust. It dances through the air like an electrical current. I flinch at the sharp bite of a metal clamp on my right nipple. Followed by a matching clamp on the other sensitive nub.
She hissed a bit as I put the clamps on her nipples, and I only smiled wider, knowing as I robbed her of her sight, all her other senses would heighten. But I also knew my cock was so hard it was nearly painful. I took the leash of her handcuffs and led her to my bedroom, then deposited her onto the bed. I kissed her deeply, and then kissed a trail down her body, down the valley of her breasts, down her belly, taking time to nibble a bit at her navel, and then breathing teasingly on her pussy, seeing how wet she already was.
“It’s time you got rewarded,” I said. I saw her trying to form a reply, but it was silenced by a gasp as I captured her clitoris in my mouth, lashing at it with my tongue. Long experience told me she was close to cumming as it was, and might just turn herself inside-out when this one hit her …
Wave after wave of my orgasm grips at my core. My body shudders as vibrations of pleasure overtake me. When he gently removes the silk from my eyes, I catch him staring at me in wonder. Words like ownership, power, or control have never made more sense than in this moment. He is using me for his pleasure and in return has given me the greatest pleasure I’ve ever known. His thick fingers spread me open as he teases his skilled tongue over my still sensitive clit. Then, in an almost reverent manner, licks me clean. “You have pleased me, my love,” he says as his body crawls up my own, his impressive cock brushing my mound. I hear my breath, rapid and staggered as I wait for him to enter me. To claim me. To own me.
I thrust into her, plundering her. She’s never been wetter or slicker, and I feel her muscles grasping at my cock, and I know she wants all of me. I kiss her deeply, feeling my own climax building, growing closer.
My cum hits me, and hard, as ribbons of my seed explode from me and deeply into her. My body sweats and shudders as I growl a sound I’d never made before, a sound like a sated lion, feral, atavistic. She squeezes and milks my cock of all as I kiss her again, knowing I own her now, but knowing she owns a big piece of me too.
And then we smoke a cigarette and go home.
Ellie Masters & Mitch Workman
“Anything else you need, Miss?”
Tara looked him up and down. “Yes, actually.” Fuck. What was she going to say to him? Make something up? But what? Looking at him, it was hard for her to think. Especially when he moved and his shirt slid across his well-defined torso.
She’d had a long day, and the leaking pipe had not been in her plans. Thankfully, Jared had been home. Son of Ray Diamond, the building’s super, they’d traded easy smiles on the elevator, but had never actually spoken before. A leaky pipe after midnight? This had not been in her plans. And what must he think, coming to her apartment with her dressed in her sluttiest black dress.
Her night out had been a bust. Her girlfriends had all gone home with guys from the bar, but she’d struck out. Now, all she wanted was to slip into sweats and put this night behind her.
“You know, I was just about to make some coffee,” Tara said. “Would you like some?”
“Bit late for coffee, don’t you think?” He eyed her skeptically.
“Not at all,” she smiled.
“Then, yes,” Jared replied. He dusted his hands off and started to put away tools before she turned the corner and disappeared from sight.
Oh holy hell! What the hell had she said? Coffee? Who asks the repair guy to stay for coffee at this time of night? She should have offered him a beer.
Don’t sound desperate!
“Would you like a beer instead?”
She popped her head back around the corner of the kitchen. He had his dirty t-shirt pulled halfway over his head. The perfection of his muscles, holy six-pack, had her gasping and stuttering.
He tugged the shirt over his head. “Beer sounds better than coffee.” He tossed the shirt over the back of her couch. “Unless, you had something else in mind?” The corner of his mouth lifted and he gave her a wink.
She swallowed. Loudly. Well, that was about all the pretense gone. She returned to the living room, the water spot still visible around the edges of the newly spackled wall.
“I, uh…” could she really say it? Admit to herself that what she really needed right now was a man and a lot less sleep than was healthy? “Yes, actually.”
“Spit it out, then, honey.” That smirk. Ooh, he looked arrogant with that smirk. But, she thought, he looked positively delicious.
“Uhhh, sorry, I just-“
Almost like magic, he’d crossed the room and was standing inches from her, her nose level with the hollow at the base of his throat.
“Come on, then. Say it, Tara.”
It was impossible to focus on his words. He’d said something, demanded she admit her need to him, but she couldn’t think. Not with his bare chest inches from her eager hands. Oh, she wanted to lick and feel him. Washboard abs rippled with masculine potency, and those two lines angling beneath the belt of his jeans? Tara nibbled at her lower lip and grabbed the pink rose from the vase on the kitchen counter.
She couldn’t bear to look at him. His question remained unanswered. She could barely breathe. Her slutty black dress had drawn his attention. Shit, there was no reason to pretend. A light tap of the petals at his collar bone elicited a sharp inhale.
“Tara.” His low whisper sent a thrill through her body.
She dragged the rose down his chest, brushing it against his nipples, and tracing them down those, perfect abs. She reached out and traced the top button of his fly.
“You want to skip the beer?”
The tension was electric. Tara watched goosebumps rise in the wake of her rose’s passing. As if she were magnetically drawn to him, she found her lips on his chest before she even realized she’d done it.
His skin was hot, practically feverish. Her lips began to move, planting kisses across his chest toward his shoulder. His strong hands gripped her waist, igniting a fire inside of her. There was no stopping now.
He tasted divine, a mixture of salt and sin meant to drive her wild. She followed the path of the rose, tasting his collar bone, licking his nipples, tracing a path down to the rise of his jeans.
He had yet to touch her, but that would come. She crouched before him, glancing up into his smoldering gaze. Barely moving, his breath caught in his throat. That was something she understood, because she felt the same fevered heat.
The pink rose fell from her fingers, and she attacked that button, lowering the zipper with a loud rasp. There was no need to seek his permission. The hardened length of him gave his assent. That and the gasp he gave when she freed his cock.
She gripped him tightly. Her tongue teased along the length of him, eliciting a shudder from his body. She grinned wickedly. Her night was so much better already. Tara wrapped her lips around him and began to take him further into her mouth, her hand beginning to move at the base of his cock.
His fingers twisted in her hair, a prickling sensation racing across her scalp and down her spine. Her nipples tightened painfully in her dress. Fuck, the power in his hands was intoxicating. She wanted more.
And she would get more. With each long pull and suck she drove him wild. His fingers gripped and tugged, taking control. She traced her tongue along the ropey veins of his cock, humming quietly as she did.
“Holy Fuck,” he said as he pulled her off his cock. “No way are we ending this soon.”
He dragged her to her feet and kissed her with a driving passion. Tara found herself tossed over his shoulder and marched to her bed.
~~fade to black~~
Come see what the fuss is about…
This is from a previous event…
Live Write September 3rd 2016
Sharon Johnson & Michael Gagain 7-8 PM
“There is no escape. You may claw your way to nowhere. You tremble with fear. Your faux courage runs down your thigh in warm golden liquid of what remains of you. Your time has come to own what you have lived, a life of deceit and misery. Now I will show you misery, pain with a hint of compassion for a beauty such as yourself.”
“You have no idea what you’re talking about. You’re the one who takes lives of both the innocent and guilty alike. To you, there is no difference. My crimes in this lifetime are no worse than anyone else’s. Why me? Why now? Are you sure you even have the right person?”
“Am I sure? Truthfully it is not yet your time, but I have made it your time. My desire for you is great, my appetite for you is epic. I want you for myself. You will not be turned over to the unknown but will remain in my obsidian realm for eternity pleasing me in every way which I desire, demand. You now belong to me.”
“How can you do that? Doesn’t your superior know what you’re doing? There’s a nautural order to things, I thought. There are billions of people walking around. Why not choose one of them? I want a life where there’s a husband and children, happily playing in a yard with a white picket fence. There are women who are into all sorts of carnal desire and debauchery, but I’m not one of them. Please, I’m begging you, don’t do this. Please…choose someone else…anyone else.” He laughs wickedly.
“I do like when you beg me my child of life, but beg me more as I take you deep from behind. Call my name in blissful fulfilment and carnal desire of the flesh. Feel me penetrate you like no one has done before, accommodate my staff of filth and slim. Accept what you have long desired inside you. I have read your thoughts a long time my love and you can not fool me as you have the masses. Release your searing pain as I tear you open from the inside out and spill your innards upon the stairs to hell.”
“There’s no way you can know what I think about. You have had way too many people to stalk in your thousands of years of existence I’m sure. I don’t care what you may say or think you know. There’s no way, I going anywhere with you now or ever! I’m way too young to go, my time can’t be up.” He approaches me, with a foreboding smile. I can see the lust in his cold dead eyes. All I can do is pray and hope it’ll be enough to make him change his mind and take someone else. I move back and that’s when I start to scream. “Help!!! Somebody… please! He…”
“Scream not my love. Save your pain and anguish for me. My penetration into what has always been mine, you can now see me which means you’ve been dragged into my realm. No one can hear you, see you, feel you; you are dead to them. I have drawn your last breath which now lives deep inside me and I alone am the one that can return it to you. Your pussy will soon leak of blood and the best part of me. You will beg and plead for more. I will devour the dirt and sorrow that lies between your pretty thighs. You will extrude me from your pores for the duration.”
I close my eyes and take in some calming breaths, then open my eyes and look around. When he first approached me, we were in an alley, right outside the bar I work in. When did it change to this cold dark basement? I wondered. The chill in the air that came over my skin, was like nothing I’d ever felt before. He was a hideous creature and his touch, as cold as ice. It was then that I realized…there was no escape, I was trapped. So I said, in a very shaky voice… “What now? You hold all the cards.” But still, as the words left my lips, I continued to silently pray.
“Praying is for the living my dear lady. That is no longer the case, the only feelings that reside in you now is the fear of the unknown. What lies ahead? My pleasure will be come your pain; my pain will become…wait I don’t feel pain…ha ha. Di as your told and bend, expose your beautiful wetness to me and allow me to take what is mine; or if you prefer, I can take it on my own with the snap of my decrepit fingers. Your time is now. My lust for you, my want for you, is forever.”
This can’t be it. This can’t be all that will become of me, at the end of my life. I’m only 23 and have so many unfinished plans. I really start to panic now. He says I’m no longer in the land of the living. If that’s true, why am I still warm to the touch? Why am I still breathing air? Hold on a sec, I have to think, need to stall. Wait…This isn’t the end and this guy can’t be the grim reaper. He’s that guy from the bar, who kept hitting on me earlier. He must’ve spiked my drink. “I know who you really are!” I say with righteous indignation, even though I’m scared to death. “You’re that guy from earlier at the bar! What kind of game are you playing?!!! You’d better plan on killing me, because there’s no way in hell I’m staying here with you. Either way, I’m dead!!” I’m shaking like a leaf and crying out of control, I don’t care. I might be trapped, but I’ll never give in.
The massive reaper of grim points to the chains beside her and she is instantly shackled loosely to the wall. He points again and she is on her hands and knees ass bucked high. He enters her swiftly, deeply. Her cries of pain penetrating the darkness like a rabid wolf drawing it’s last breath. He smiles deviously in utter shock not knowing until this very moment she was a virgin. She bleeds of blood and cum from her now dirty cunt, collapsing to the cold floor whimpering like a newborn. He has taken what has always been his. He douses the candles and leaves her a mess on the floor and seals her tomb…forever.
She is gone but never forgotten, not by him or anyone else who loves her… Sighs…The end
Michael Noe & K.M. Cox 8-9 PM
She saw him and stopped; he wasn’t the man she expected. Her hand went on the gun at her waist as she sized him up.
“Elise?” He asked. “I’m Adam…Adam Mitchell. Calvin sent me.” He paused. “You are Elise, aren’t you?”
“I am,” she said after a moment. “Do you have the antidote?” She scanned his body but didn’t see the familiar vial.
“It’s in my jacket,” he said, pulling back the flap of his coat. “Do you have the money?”
“Of course,” she said, offended. She wasn’t a common street rat.
The problem was that she actually did look like a a street rat. Her clothes were obviously second hand and there was dirt under her fingernails. This antidote was the key to their survival and the last thing he needed was to screw this up.
Elise handed him the money, her dainty, spending fingers brushing up his calloused palms. She didn’t like the way her heart raced when she touched him. She still wasn’t sure she could trust him; damn Calvin for not showing up! She knew Calvin, she knew his mo. Adam was a stranger, and a dangerous one according to his reputation. What was Calvin thinking, sending Elise off to meet him?
“Here you go,” Adam said, handing her the antidote. Relief flooded her body. “But the money isn’t enough. I require a…different…kind of payment.” A devilish grin blossomed on his face and Elise knew she was in trouble.
She sighed and looked at him. If looks could kill he would be dead already. His heart would have burst out of his chest and blood would have exploded from his eyes. Did he really think the antidote was worth a little slap and tickle in an alley? She wasn’t a whore and no matter how important the antidote was she was not about to fuck him right here. Did he really think she would swoon at his half ass attempt at flirtation?
“Alright,” she said, a smirk playing at her lips. “You want a little something more? Well it would be my pleasure,” she purred. Leaning close, Elise wrapped her arms around his neck. He smelled musky, sexy. Her stomach fluttered; if this was any other day, she would sleep with him…and marry him, but that time passed for silly thoughts; Elise had bigger fish to fry. “Come here,” she breathed and as their faces got closer, she slid one hand down his back, grabbing the knife tucked into his belt. In one quick movement, she had his hand twisted behind his back and his knife at his throat. “How much more do you want, Adam? Tell me and I’ll be happy to comply.”
His eyes grew wide with fear as the blade pressed lightly against his throat. Calvin never had to deal with this shit, she thought as she smiled. “I’m sorry!” She shoved him against the wall and laughed as piss splattered onto the pavement. “You’re sorry? You stupid piece of shit! This isn’t how this works asshole! You see a girl all alone and you have the keys to the kingdom so you think, I’ll turn on the charm and who knows? You still feeling lucky?”
“No,” Adam said. His voice shook, giving Elise a stick satisfaction. “Calvin never said you were so…rough.”
“Calvin also didn’t try to take advantage of me because I have tits and a vag. He knew how to respect a woman…clearly you’re still learning.”
“I’m sorry,” he said again. “Can we just finish this? Take the antidote and move on. I’ll take the money and we’ll forget this ever happened.”
“That’s one option,” Elise said, cocking her head in contemplation. “The other option is that I gut you like a fish and take the money and the antidote.” She grinned. “I like that option.”
Adam tried to back away, but tripped over his own feet. The sight of a grown man crying never appealed to her, but now? It would make her night. There were so many options. So many ways she could make him suffer. Then she remembered the vial in her other pocket. She had stolen twelve of them just in case things went bad, and now looking at this blubbering piece of shit she realized that what he needed was to be taught a lesson. What were people most afraid of now? Not crime, nothing normal anyway, it was something darker. This vial was the end of all humanity. It was the reason they needed the antidote in the first place. In one hand she had the keys to life, in the other…Death. She moved quickly and jabbed the needle into his neck. It felt good, real good. Now the fun would truly begin.
She waited as Adam started to twitched. His eyes bulged and he looked at her, desperation in his eyes. “Doesn’t feel too good, does it?” She taunted. “And here I thought your mom brought up a gentleman. I guess I’m the one that has to teach you how to treat a lady.” She crouched down. “Rule number one, never try to fuck a lady if she doesn’t want to be fucked…yeah, just not polite.” His face began to turn blue. “Rule number two, don’t think that a lady owes you a debt because you have something she wants.” His hands started to curl into themselves. “And finally, rule number three, don’t ever, EVER under estimate a lady’s ability to defend herself.” His eyes began to roll in the back of his head. “Do you understand?”
He tried to nod but then the seizure took hold and white foam leaked out his gaping mouth, This was how it all started. Soon he would be nothing more than a zombie. His thoughts would soon drift toward the never ending hunger that would soon take hold of him. She stepped back slowly and reached for the gun that was resting at her hip. Time was running out. Sure, she was having fun but this asshole needed to be put down first. Calvin was expecting her and she didn’t want to keep him waiting. She fired and watched his head explode like an overripe melon. Bits of skull and brain leaked onto the dirt streaked pavement.
And it hit her shoes…the perfectly good new shoes she saved so long for. Bastard. Elise crouched down, looking at whatever was left of the poor man’s face. He could’ve been someone, she thought. He could’ve truly made a difference, but instead he wanted to hustle; Adam wanted more than he was due. He got too close to the sun and he got burned. Turning away, Elise picked up the phone and dialed a number. While it was ringing, Elise swiped everything off of Adam; the antidotes especially.
“Hello?” A familiar voice said.
“Calvin, it’s me,” Elise said. “I did it and he didn’t even suspect a thug… Poor, dumb bastard.” She tucked the antidotes into her pockets “I have them all.”
“Good,” Calvin said. “But there’s more. We need all of them Elise. If even one antidote is out there, our plan will fall apart.”
“Who’s the next one?” She asked, ready for the next plan. She pulled out paper and a pen.
“Her name is Katherine. She has ten vials but she’ll pretend she has one…”
Elise wrote down the information. Katherine was going down.
Zorha Edwards & Elias Raven 9-10 PM
“The Time is right to open the gates, but there is another who is challenging me. I cannot see where it comes from, but this is of no matter. At the Rise of the Full moon the Gate will open and victory will be ours, and the Time will be no more for these Foolish Mortals.”
“Does the challenge come from one of the inner circle? The sign of the crescent moon does not take kindly to challenges against the Lady of Darkness. I know that the gateway has three keys and each will only open as the light passes through the talisman of light. The staff of the winged serpent will need to be placed and you have yet to decide who will be the blood sacrifice for the altar when the moon is at its zenith and the altar is crying for blood.”
“Gather the others Raya; my most faithful of the Coven. Your reward is soon to come for your many eons of service. Go to the The Seer and no pleasure with her tonight, this is business. See if she can find that which is trying to stop this opening. The Masters of the gate must be released!”
“As you wish Mistress. Pray tell me the message
and you know The Seer will require payment
in kind for her gift. This viewing will be one
of high payment… I shall stop by the treasurer
and draw gold bullion.”
“I can have the guards go down to the dungeon
where the slavers keep the better prisoners and
I do believe the prince and princess of Kaylatan
are also there if the altar so deems royalty
to sate her hunger.”
“Where pray tell will you direct your first attack?
Against what kingdom? Are you going to let the
demon hordes loose?”
“We need to take on the Virgins, if there are any left. You and Tanna and your Hunger! Paint these symbols on the Throne. We will let fate decide where to direct the first advance. Hurry now…Make sure that either you or The Seer paint the symbols. I must prepare myself for the invocation.”
“We are but loyal disciples of your teaching
mistress. I will return shortly after your
commands have been carried out.”
The mistress grows impatient even as I hurry
back into her chamber.
“I have returned with news mistress.
The Seer says there is another that is
vying for the gates powers. Even now
he marshals his troops on the edge of our borders. We have painted the symbols as you have commanded. See on the horizon? (looking out stone window) The storm clouds are rolling in…
I suspect we have one casting to block our plans. That magic requires clear sight to control the heavens and the spell is such that the light would give it away.”
“Would you have me send the assassins guild
to find and kill the interloper?”
“No worries Raya. I have a gift for this interloper.
To the East we call.
Bring Destruction of all.”
“To the South cause the Kingdoms to bow.”
“To the North, Banish the Hordes that threaten this Rite.”
“To the West we offer our Best, take this blood
“We the Faithful
Offer this now!”
“Bring the infidel
To this Throne.”
“AS I WILL
LET IT SEE.”
“Raya take the Soldiers and bring back the one… he will be the Sacrifice on the Alter and his Blood will atone.”
“As you command. I will get the commander
of the watchtower of the skull. You know
how “The Jackall” loves the hunt and he
has not let one escape his clutches.
He knows the penalty.”
“Your spell will bring down the flames
of Angora upon our enemies. I shall return
shortly. The interlopers beacon from his
magic is visible to us all. He shall pay
the highest price for his crimes.”
Returning a few hours later….
“We have captured and returned
with the prisoner, Mistress.
He would not give his name but
I had The Seer read him and he is the
royal magikan from the court of
Kaylatan. He escaped during
the conquest of the kingdom
and he seeks vengeance I believe
and to release the prince and princess
from the dungeon.”
~Wicked Laugh~ “OH does he? Take him to the Throne Room and tie him on the alter and return yourself to my Chambers; washed and ready to assist in my Preparation for the evening.”
~An hour Later~ Raya Enter the Mistress’ Private Holy Chambers~ (Standing in a glaze Robe) Come my faithful Raya and service your Mistress only the way that you can.” ~Dropping the Robe~ “Mmm…come now, you must perform your Holy duties.”
“As my mistress commands so shall I obey…
But you know my mistress that I would be remiss for the time is short; for how I always pleasure you as you command. We have much to prepare and the light of the moon will only hold for so long before the staff and the gateway
are lost to us for another 100 years.”
“Even if the magikan is our prisoner you have to
personally see to the preparation.”
“Move over onto the bed and allow me to service thee, but we must make haste for our chance will
slip away to finish this our final conquest.”
“Awe MY Raya, after all of these eons you still blush like the virgin you were when i found you. How endearing. You know how many orgasms I must have to charge my powers. So you must do your work completely and with the training I have given you. Now come.”
Reaching around and stroking her soft alabaster skin. Letting my fingers glide over the fire between thy loins until her legs begin to tremble. Mistress has taught me well over the eons on how to pleasure her. The book of Solmis and the training with the female monks at Scdarth only heightened my training, so I know
the pathways to her most sacred treasures.
Lowering myself into the honeyed
garden and letting my tongue and lips glide over
thy quivering body. Allowing my fingers to glide
against the flowing river even as I watch thy
lips and face gasp even as the fires rise inside
of thine eyes.
~ Glowing with Power~ “Come Raya, let us bathe. You have done well on your knees this eve. It is time for us to greet our guest and start the Spell to open the Gates. Go to the Vault and retrieve The Ruby Of Sarai so that we may begin.”
~In the Thorne Room~
“I have already commanded the Jackal to make
the magikan ready in the throne room. Even now
the old one hangs over the altar, his blood will fall upon the center.”
“I have also brought the prince and princess
to the anti-chamber in case the altar demands
all the surviving members of the royal house.
I will go retrieve the Ruby Of Sarai and
also the blade of sintal which you used on your
last rite on the altar. All is in readiness my Mistress. I shall see you at the throne room with your guard.”
~Entering the Throne Room~
“So you are the cur that has tried to cast me aside and take my power” ~Slaps the magikan~ “You have failed!”
“I call to the Watchers of the Gates
Delegating Time and Space
Bring forth The Master that be
Hidden So Carefully.”
~Summons Raya to her side~
“From breath I take, this my Beloved I give.”
“A gift so much a part, dearest to my cold heart.”
Taking Raya’s manhood in my hand, seeing the shocked look on his face. “Yes my love, you cannot move as the invocation began, and there is always personal gifts that must be offered.”
With one slice, Raya’s manhood laid in the Mistress’ hand.
“Now off the others and open the Gate!”
As the blade cuts across my manhood
I let loose a shriek expecting the treachery
little does my mistress know that I had poisoned
her with my fingers after her last orgasm…
Even now the poison would course through
The magikan was actually my father
that had been captured. We could find
no weakness in mistress’s security
except during love making…
So the gift of my manhood, is a small price
to pay for the death of one that is so reviled
through the seven kingdoms…
Lea Winkleman & Riley Bryant 10-11 PM
James stood at the peak of the mountain, the heat from it rising around him, so newly made. Below the rock flowed, formed, and fired. Walls formed extending far about; walls that would protect; walls that would shield them, or so they hoped.
Ember watched as those they had with them started the work. She would add to the walls as needed. Making them more powerful for their protection. Building this new place with James was their next step. She hoped they had made the right choices.
Walking down the mountain, James came up behind Ember, seeing the power flowing through her, even now as she was at rest. Above them the engines roared of the airships as they circled; another element of their protection, another source of their worry.
Wrapping his arms around her, the fire of her dancing over his flesh, he drew her back to him, relishing all that he could.
“Are we doing the right thing? Do you truly think we can forge this world into what it should be?”
Feeling James behind her, his arms around her, she could relax a little. The mountain still warm from being made. Looking around at all that was being done, she pondered his question. “James, I am very hopeful we are. So much has happened. To rebuild from the beginning, that is a task we undertook.” She sighed leaning back into him. “With you by my side I believe we can forge it better than before.”
Drawing his hand up her side, he could feel the field that was in his body, coursing over him, like water over his flesh. It protected him from her, when he needed it to, but it also formed a barrier between them.
“I want to feel you, Ember, I want to touch you.”
She turned to him, that note of worry in her eye as she knew what could happen. James knew the control she had to command to fulfill his request.
Looking at James, looking in his eyes, she had worries about this. What it would mean if she lost control. “James, I don’t want any harm to come to you. Are you sure about this?” Remembering that first time he touched her. That time on the island after the raid. He could see the concern. Waiting for her to come to terms. “I agree my love… I want to feel you as well.” Reigning in her power she prepares for the filed to be let down.
As Ember draws in her power, she becomes less, and more, commanding the elements to form the shape of her that he knows so well. Without any fear or hesitation, he steps into her and lifts her chin, bringing his mouth to hers.
Closing her eyes she leans in. Opening up to him…wanting to feel all. Keeping the control, she needs as to not hurt him, she kisses him deeply. Making sure to keep as much as she could inside. Feeding power to the others around her.
The taste of her is joy, and the feel of her is heaven. Even as he knows that what she truly is is far more than this. James draws deeply of her, breathing her in as he kisses her, his arms enfolding her, pulling her close, always wanting her closer, even when there is nothing between them.
Sighing into his kiss. The feel of his hard body so close to her. The feel of his arms around her, Ember enjoys this moment. Kissing him back with all the passion she can allow. She wraps her arms around him. As he pulls her closer she feels the effects it has on him.
Around them the world itself reacts, tied to the core of Ember. Wind encircles them, moving over and across them, lifting the hairs on his body. Tremors move through the earth, adding to the sensation that James is falling into her, all that he has is here before him, all that he wants.
Feeding her power out so not to harm James, she continues to feel the need to be with him. He is all the world to her. She almost lost him once, she refused to lose him ever. He was everything to her. Ember broke off the kiss, opening her eyes she looks into his. She sees what he is feeling.
A glow forms beneath her skin as she looks at him, the fire of her rising to match his own fire inside. Tenderly James draws his hand down across her face, tracing the line of her cheek. The heat from inside her enters his flesh, and he knows that they skate the line of her control.
She tries to mix her heat with the ice, she doesn’t want to burn his fingers again. Ember smiles wickedly at James. “Well my love what should we do? I am wanting to have some time together. Think we could continue for a while longer?” She was hoping he would go that route with her. Her eyes were pleading with him.
Pushing his fingers back through her hair, he cannot deny her, even if he wanted to, which was the furthest thing from his mind. Pulling her back to him, he triggers the field again. Knowing it would allow her to be all she truly was, and that he could still be with her. He pulls her to him again, kissing deeper, stronger, pulling her body into his.
Ember knows he just activated his field again. This time as he kissed her she could unleash all the passion she held for James. Letting the fire burn to the ground feeding the earth, the winds started to pick up around them. She kissed him back deeply. The rain started to come down around them. She was oblivious to the storms brewing.
In the eye of the storm there was only the two of them, nothing and no one besides her and him. Everything boiled down to just them. His hands drew her in, caressing over her back as he continued his kiss.
A sound on the wind cut through the air, a voice? What was it….
“Do you guys need some privacy?” Air embodied moved with them. And as they parted, James cheeks flushing, he acknowledged Embers Grandfather. “Um. Yes…”
Mitch Workman & Ellie Masters 11-12 PM
The night was one of those inky black nights, one where the sky itself descended from the heavens, wrapping one in a blanket of constricting fear.
Dana pulled her red jacket more tightly around herself. She hated walking through these woods when it got dark. The night was always filled with strange sounds and she got the constant sensation that she was being watched.
Being watched! Ha…wasn’t that ridiculous? Who cared about a no nothing kind of girl like her? Nobody. That’s who, but she picked up the pace, glancing behind her. Her pony tail swayed against her back. Swish. Swish. Swish. It brushed against her red jacket. Maybe she could walk a little quicker? And maybe she should move away from this dark path.
She knew there was a better lit path not far away. She tucked her chin down as a frigid blast of wind caught her face. She stopped. Was that a twig snapping behind her?
The scent of the rich loam filled her nostrils and the thickness of the night air eased her breath. Her nerves calmed. A light breeze blew through the trees, and the soft susurration of the leaves eased her racing heart. The hooting of an owl had her missing a step. Or maybe that had been the snap of that twig?
She stumbled and then resumed her pace. Just a little further and the path would open up onto the street. She wouldn’t dwell on the rumors… On the man with the dark hood. No. That was nothing but a story, and up ahead a street light flickered through the trees.
Dana was just about to round the bend that would bring her into the warm halo of the street light when she was plunged into darkness. She froze. It was gone. The street light had vanished. She inhaled sharply before starting again. Have to get home, she thought. Have to get home, have to get home. It became a mantra as she trudged onward. The leaves rustled to her right and she froze again. She knew she wasn’t imagining it this time.
Dana crossed into shadow, into shadows deepened by even darker night. Her stride faltered, but darkness claimed the path. Long pulls of air, sharp inhalations, painful drags of breath filled her lungs, but still she couldn’t breathe. And her heart…the frantic thump, thump, thumping of her heart hammered in her ears. It was deafening!
The light of a street lamp had beckoned. Now it was gone. It had been a bright shining star, calling to her, pulling her forward. Instead, a hand gripped her ponytail and dragged back, into even deeper shadows.
Her mind went blank, every martial arts class she’d ever taken evaporating in an instant, betraying Dana when she needed them most. She couldn’t even scream. Twisting around as her feet flailed in the dirt and leaves, she caught a fleeting glimpse of the man dragging her by her hair. A man with a dark hood. Fresh fear surged through her and Dana strangled out a sharp, short cry.
He pulled her off the trail, kicking and clawing at his hand. She should’ve screamed. She should’ve fought harder, but her gaze caught on the black hood. The silver blade. His eyes encased in darkness.
Twin pools of forever drew her in. His breath stilled the night air. Even the wind paused as his presence fouled the night.
Dana shivered, her body wracked with painful sobs, and yet, she allowed herself to be taken, her entire focus on the gleaming knife. The steel caught the light of the moon. Silver. It glinted with feral promise. And then he stopped. One moment he was dragging her, the next he let her go. One hand gripped her hair, the other pointed down. Dana fell to her knees. No longer fearful of that serrated blade.
Now, why was that?
“Good evening, Dana.” His voice was icy gravel and stale whiskey. “I’ve been following you all night. And last night.” Dana glanced at the blade again, uncertain why she wasn’t afraid of it.
“Shut up,” he cut her off.
The tip of the blade pressed under her chin. The pressure forced her gaze up and into his shrouded face. “I’ve been seeking you for the longest time,” he rasped. “And here you stumbled across my path.”
Stumbled across his path? That’s not what had happened.
“I need a queen.” And then he lowered to a crouch. The blade withdrawn and he pulled back the cowl. Twin orbs of the deepest green regarded her. “You and I…we have a destiny.”
“With fate,” he said.
August 6th’s Live Write
Sharon Johnson & Elias Raven 7-8 pm
We were so young and in love. I thought I was enough to make you happy. We met as children and I knew you were so different from the rest of the kids we hung out with. I thought you’d love me forever, until the day you walked away without a warning and left me standing there all alone right before the day of our wedding.
It took a lot for me to come back and face what I had done.
I think in hindsight, my own fears started to consume me.
I lost sight of what was standing before me, the love that
was without question and instead let the darker parts of
my heart and soul rule my consciousness. I wish that
I had done it differently, but once the fear had me I couldn’t
stop myself. I ran and continued to run from myself for
years until I realized that no matter where I went or who
I was with… you would still be wanting answers. No amount
of drinking could get you out of my head. Eventually I
caught a slow train back home to see you, not knowing
if you were married or with kids or if you would shoot
me onsite when I came to your door…
I heard some years later, that you had a big shot career in Hollywood. That you’d bedded every movie star from coast to coast and Europe too. I had to stop reading the papers or magazines and social media too. It was all too much for me and my broken heart. I dated and at one point thought I’d found the perfect man to marry, but as I got closer to our wedding, my heart knew the truth, that even though you were gone, my heart never really got over it. Why after all this time have you come back. Your words are just that, words and I won’t let you break my heart again. (She turns to walk away)
Let me have a few minutes of your time please…
I owe you a full explanation and whether you accept
it or not or just turn around and slap me into the floor
which I deserve for what I did… I came back to see
you because I have the same problem you do… ok?
Not everything is as it seems. That crap that they
post in the tabloids is fodder for the masses.
Yes, I had a career in movies and I did ok for myself.
I don’t know about bedding every movie star from
coast to coast, did I date yes. Were some of them
starlets, yes. Did I sleep with some of them, the truth
is behind alcohol I did a bunch of things that I don’t
remember honestly. What I do remember and what
finally got me to seek help was that I couldn’t get
the one woman that loved me out of my head. No
matter how far down the bottle I went chasing the
rabbit down the rabbit hole I still couldn’t find peace
no matter how hard I tried. I’m sure you read about
the destruction of my career. How no buddy would
touch me until I got my life straight and I realized
that one of the biggest problems that was all consuming
was that I never got over you either. But once I ran
I didn’t know how to reach out to you again and at least
try to talk about everything or if you would even give me
the time of day.
I can’t deny it anymore then you can I just don’t know
how to start other than to say hi… got a minute…
and how about a cup of coffee…
Her fists start to ball up, as the tears start falling like the pouring rain. She grits her teeth right before she turns back, facing the future that was lost forever. Why now, after all this time, did he have to return. her life had it’s ups and downs. She was more often numb than not. She had thought at one point, she’d leave and move away to a new life, new start, but something…something always held her back. And here was her past, coming back to haunt her. With every ounce of strength, she possessed, she slapped him hard. “Bastard!! How can you think that you can just waltz in here with some sob story and expect me, to just forgive and forget?” (She collapses to the floor, covering her face. her heart a broken mess, shattered)
It’s hard to look at your sins especially when they are
sitting at your feet in a broken mess, and knowing with
everything that is right and good in your heart that
you caused this. No one else did. The sting in my
face was nothing compared to the ruin of a woman
that was sobbing in front of me.
It was weird because I didn’t have anything to kill
the feelings this time. Even as I leaned down and
slowly reached out and touched her blonde hair so
she would look up and see my face even as my own
tears started to join hers. I needed her to see, to look
into my eyes and see me in all my flaws and stupidity
mistakes and scars. I didn’t want her pity nor did I
want her to forgive and forget.
“I don’t expect your forgiveness or for you to forget
everything either. Honestly the only point I can see us
starting at is right here and now. I can’t fix the past
nor can I change the future, I can stand here and
look at you and tell you if I could have a do over
or not. I don’t deserve it, but were both consumed
by our demons and the way I see it we can both
live separately comfortably numb and miserable
or we can at least try to see if we can be in the same
room together over a cup of coffee and have a heart
to heart. Its been a long time coming…
Crying, she tried desperately, to drown out his words, now that his life and all he’d worked for had fallen apart, he came back to the beginning of where the scene of the crime happened. I so desperately wanted him, I wanted to believe his words to be true, but they continued to ring hollow. I had so many mixed emotions; I was crushed, sad, hopeful, unsure and there, deep down in the lowest reaches of my heart, I felt a flicker of hope. Why was I such a foo? Hadn’t I learned the first time. I so wanted to pick myself up and walk right out that door and never look back. and then…and then he touched my cheek, as he lifted my face to look into the eyes that were once my reflection of us. The eyes that had so many stories we used to share. The eyes…that somehow, against all the odds, I wanted…no I needed to believe…one…more…time. But, I wouldn’t make it easy for him
My days of running are long over. My doc said I have
to face my demons or i’ll wind up in the morgue.
That’s the truth. I never quit loving you, it was like
someone had stepped into my body and I wasn’t in
control any more. That day I left you standing there
I hauled ass to my house, packed up a few things
got in my car and left without a word to anyone I just
kept driving till I hit the west coast and there I was
sitting at Santa Monica Beach looking at the ocean
and suddenly it was like I sprang back into my body.
I looked over at the seat next to me and there were
empty bottles of beer and whiskey it was like I was
in a blackout for days. When I realized what I had
done I didn’t know what to do. There were a million
messages on my cell phone from you and my family
I torched everything and left. I didn’t even talk to
my parents for a while I was so ashamed.
The only thing I could do was rebuild and try to
forget but there is no forgetting someone like you…
I know you want to believe I can see it, I can also
see your upset and I don’t blame you. I’m home now
good or bad I’m not leaving again. My dad said that
he would hold a shotgun to my head and fill my ass
with buckshot if I ever hightailed it off again and leave
everyone standing and he meant it. In fact, he gave me
a ride over here. I don’t have a car even. He pointed
at your door and told me to face the music and that’s
what I’m doing. I don’t know what tomorrow holds
but I do know that today… I want to see if we can start
as friends and take it from there if you’ll let me…
I don’t know if I can ever really believe you. Where once you were my safety next and happy place, now…you’re my uncertain future. The man who could destroy me and I’d be lost in the abyss forever. How can I possibly know for sure? If…and that’s a big if, I give you one last chance, I have to be sure, and that’ll take time…maybe a life time, so when you say you’re willing to wait, you might be waiting a long time. Will you still love me in the morning or will you leave without a warning? We’ll see…We…Shall See….
T Lee Hunt & Brian 8-9 PM
I waited all night for you to come for me, but you did not. Where were you while I battled our enemies, blood dripping down my face? B-I was at your back protecting you because you spent the entire battle charging forward…you left yourself vulnerable as always
I was at your back protecting you because you spent the entire battle charging forward…you left yourself vulnerable as always
I am sorry for losing myself in battle, I could not help it. The feel of steel clashing against metal, ripping into skin. Once this happens I lose myself in the moment. I did not feel you with me. When we connect, normally you are taking up space in my brain. Here let me help you take off your armor…
Pushing her back: do you understand the carnage you left behind…your blade cut down friend and foe alike…
Trembling, I reach out a hand, I am sorry for going berserker, you know this curse runs in my family. I had hoped that the old witch had healed me but she has not. I wipe the tears from my stinging eyes, the blood and sweat from the battle was taking its toll.
Cupping her chin tilting her head upwards…bringing her into a soft kiss to temporarily silence her as well as comfort her: what’s done is done. The battle was ours and so goes the spoils: He gave her a smile to reassure her that he would also support her no matter what.
She reaches in to feel his lips, rejoicing in the connection once again. The memories of what had happened would haunt her until her dying breath. Turning around for a moment to hide the pain that flashes, she takes a deep cleansing breath in. “Let’s get ourselves cleaned up, will you help me fill this tub?”
chuckling: by all means M’Lady…while blood red sets off the sparkle of your eyes…I’m more partial too… freeing her from the confines of her blood soaked armor: your fair flesh: He nuzzled a kiss to her throat, the taste of blood, her sweat and her flesh firing him…his fingers teasing her supple flesh.
She smiles in delight and wonder, his touch ignited a flame that could never die. Tilting her neck more, so he could really take a taste of her, ” Go on my love, it’s all yours. ” She begins to untie the lacing that held her garment together and had melded to her flesh under her armor. Her shirt fell to the side, pushing in closer, his hardness to her softness soothed her soul.
his teeth grazed her throat. His kiss to her throat lingered a bit longer before he spun her in his arms. His eyes took her nakedness in… he would be hers till his death…a secret he could never tell her…the cost the witch charged to save her from herself…but tonight it did not matter…tonight was hers…he lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bed…battle dirt only made the sex better.
She laid back against the cool sheets, enjoying the feel of the material against her heated skin. Stretching her arms above her head, she teased him a little. “I need you to tie me up tonight. The only thing that can take the images away is for you to take control of me. ” Spreading her legs apart, she could feel liquid ambrosia soak the bed, adhering her buttocks. The candle light slid tantalizingly over her lover. She would never be able to tell him the truth. The witch had made her promise to give her soul over to her, in return for a life with him, free of her curse.
He grabbed her arms: wench you are the spoils of battle: pulling the belt which held his sword and bound her to the bed…he stood over her stripping the rest of his gear tossing it to the side…climbing onto the bed, he kneeled between her knees, the wicked smile accompanying the caress of her mound as he savored her heat. Beg for it A Cheshire grin crossed her lips. Oh he wanted her to beg? She arched her back, pushing into his face, she knew her sweet scent drove him crazy. “Please Sir.” Rotating her hips as best as she could. ” I need to forget, just for one night.”
The thrust into her mound not letting her finish…he knew her better than that…he took hooking her legs in his arms, he bound her legs to him. She was at his mercy, though he knew that wasn’t what she wanted. His hardness slicing through her velvet mound…his eyes wild to hers…his fingers gripping tighter around her legs… she was his.
She could feel him deep inside of her, throbbing, just taking what was his. She loved it when he was rough like this. He knew her so well. She connected to his mind, sending all of her pleasure that was building, letting it spiral down. He was thrusting harder and rubbing against her sweet spot. “Please Sir, make it harder.”
She looked into his eyes, ” Thank you for this gift.” Her heart was his for always
My Beautiful Friend, what news do you have for me of the Fairies? Do they plain on attacking or will the Truce hold? (Answers the Dragon) Mistress the seer is looking for Peace, she has heard of the armies at your command, even with her Magick, she knows may of fairy will be lost… But there is a strange feeling in the camp, something is there unseen. I have felt it here in our camp as well…The seer i believe was looking for the Source, it’s neither fairy or Fay …. Be careful Mistress. The Princess allows her friend to go and rest, she wonders…
The Queen of the Faeries paced her throne room as she worried over the coming war with the Princess of the Fey. She was a devilish foe, one not to be trusted. Would a truce hold, or would it only be a ploy? She paced to her scrying pool to see what was brewing from the other side. Her eyes grew round, her heart turned cold. “That BITCH! She dare spy on me!”
(At the War Council) Ladies, The Queen of the Fairies is watching, I do believe that she will bring about a terrible war. She is known for her moods, if this Peace meeting for bad, then we could be facing war. Have also been warned that another is in her camp and might have been here spying on us! call the dragons to battle ready…
(At the Faerie War Chamber) Faeries, prepare for battle! The Princess has sent her spies and knows all. She cannot be trusted. Davyon has told me of her plans. She has called her dragons to the War Council. She only thinks she can win against us.
Damon to the Princess~ M’Lady, The Queen is going to bring the Fire of the Fairies upon you! Someone has told her that you call to the Dragons for war! Princess to trust defend our home, The Fairy Queen has called to the Ancient fires, Bring the Dragons…. Captain, Move the camp to the mountains, and bring any captives to me!
The Queen prepared for war, the incantations filling her mind giving her strength. She called to her Faerie Council to ensure they were prepared. “My Queen, the Princess has moved her camp to the Mountains.” “Be calm, General, we expected as much. She believes they will protect her and her people, but we control the waters, the earth, the wind, and the fire. She has placed herself in our hands.” “My Queen, the Princess has moved her camp to the Mountains.” “Be calm, General, we expected as much. She believes they will protect her and her people, but we control the waters, the earth, the wind, and the fire. She has placed herself in our hands.” She turned to find the handsome Davyon standing at the War Council chamber door. “Davyon, what news do you have for me?” Davyon pulled the Queen into a tight embrace, nuzzled her neck softly, the way he knew she love it. “All is set, My Queen.” He said no more as he took her to her bed chamber. His actions were so much louder than his words. But, the Queen should have been more concerned with his thoughts. ~~ I have these two powerful bitches in the palm of my hand now.~~
DAMON!! the princess yells, where the fuck is that man! ~Enters Damon~ Well you took your sweet time, where have you been, we are about to go to war, and i need to touch the stars! Taking his Lips, she Grabs his Cock, feeling the erection beginning…You know what I want…Sated and Ready for Battle, Princess tells Damon to go and keep watch (Damon) Watch i’ll keep as you two Whores kill each other and i claim the kingdoms for my own
Davyon had quickly dressed and vanished after an even quicker and less than satisfying tumble in the sheets. The Queen was livid. No man left her chamber before she was ready for him to leave. What was his hurry, she wonders? She bends to her scrying pool once again and calls for Davyon. What she sees turns her blood to ice. “That Bitch…wait. No! Not her. Him! The bastard will roast on my flame tonight. I must only get a message to the Princess.” Davyon, or Damon as she knows him has a lovely kingdom of his own. “And wouldn’t he be a fun pet for us to share?” She slaps the water hard enough to spray the rocks surrounding it. “The battle has begun, but thy enemy has definitely changed.” “General,” She yells, “We go to battle now!”
At the Front lines with her war Chiefs, The Fey Princess stands Ready to show this upstart Queen what real Fire is! Dragons at the Ready! She commands… Queen of the Fairies i am a fair Ruler, will you go to your lands and leave or do we proceed? I know you don’t want this anymore than we do, but we are ready!! Dragon’s circling … Captain, where is Damon?
The Queen stood at the ready, her sword gleaming in the moon glow. “Princess!” She speaks softly but carries her words on the wind to the Princess. “We have been had, my friend. Your Damon has been whispering tales in my ears as I’m sure has yours. He Is a traitor to both of our kingdoms. I say we have our truce and show this Boy King how a woman treats her enemy on a battle field.” The Queen raise her palm and the earth opened. From deep within the hellish fires that rose from the opening a cage appeared, floating to ground level. Inside was the traitor to both their kingdoms. “Davyon, please inform the Princess where you spent the first half of your night, and remember I have the bea
My skin itched, a burning sensation sinking deep into my bones. Hell, even my veins thrummed with nervous energy. I wasn’t certain what the night would bring, except I was ready, even if a little scared. Fuck that! Screw the fear. I was here and I was going to bring my best game, or fake my way through it.
I laid on the bed… waiting for the asshole to enter that owed Me. Instead what entered was the prettiest model in a teddy. I couldn’t resist. I raised the gun and walked toward her. “Spread your legs… hands behind your head. “I walked up behind watching her body exhale. My breath assaulted her as I whispered “and don’t you move My Darling” as My hand roamed over her curves.
She was here, a woman of great renown, someone to guide my tentative first steps. Her hardened stare measured and weighed me. The corners of her eyes held the slightest tightening–a tell I would use fully to my advantage. A discerning of my merit hung on her whispered words? No, an acknowledgement of purpose floated all around us, and hell if that didn’t send a surge of adrenaline spiking through my veins, but I was no toy. I had a purpose here tonight.
Oh, the ass definitely knew My weakness… tall, eyes you could lose yourself in. He sent this morsel to be shot in his place. What a coward! That’s ok… I have My own agenda. I’m going to turn this tart… make her forget she even has a name and then see about making the fucker pay. I pull her head back with her hair. ” Tell Me darling… do you always allow yourself to be so carelessly used?” ” And please, spare me the ” I love him” crap” as I lightly kiss her neck.
Oh, the ass definitely knew My weakness… tall, eyes you could lose yourself in. He sent this morsel to be shot in his place. What a coward! That’s ok… I have My own agenda. I’m going to turn this tart… make her forget she even has a name and then see about making the fucker pay. I pull her head back with her hair. ” Tell Me darling… do you always allow yourself to be so carelessly used?” ” And please, spare me the ” I love him” crap” as I lightly kiss her neck.
Oh, the ass definitely knew My weakness… tall, eyes you could lose yourself in. He sent this morsel to be shot in his place. What a coward! That’s ok.. I have My own agenda. I’m going to turn this tart… make her forget she even has a name and then see about making the fucker pay. I pull her head back with her hair. ” Tell Me darling… do you always allow yourself to be so carelessly used?” ” And please, spare me the ” I love him” crap” as I lightly kiss her neck.
Hands held above my head, my exposed flesh screamed for more coverage than this skimpy silk and lace. A breeze fluttered through the open window, twisting and wrapping around my legs, tracing a path of exploration across the exposed skin of my ass. A light fragrance tickled my nose taking my mind off my near nakedness. Not a perfume, but something else; sandalwood and ash, as if a candle’s flame had recently been snuffed out.
My roots screamed in protest as she yanked my head back, and I wobbled in my heels. Despite the pain, my thoughts turned back to the faint hint of ash lingering in the air. Why would she have been burning a candle? Had she really expected him? Didn’t she know?
Rage filled me realizing he set this poor girl up… She had no clue why she was sent. I could feel her trembling. I noticed the goosebumps on her flesh. She was valiantly putting on a brave face. That is what I respected about her most at this point. Lowering My gun, I walk her to the bed. With a sigh ” Look, you are not My target.” ” That asshole owes Me for a hit we did together. A real piece of shit and instead of my payment… he sent you. Knowing I would kill him on sight if he didn’t have My money.” “Now pretty girl, this is what I am going to show you” I know how pitifully he performs, I used to spank his ass on a consistent basis.” I am going to show you what you are missing and the difference between someone who just uses someone who at least knows quality when they see it.”
Cold steel traced a path across my skin. Heavier than I thought, this gun was not my weapon of choice. She would give it to me though, and soon. The easy grace with which she held the weapon tilted up the corners of my mouth. The pistol was an extension of her hand, a power contained by nothing more than the trip of her finger.
Her laughter danced on the cadence of her words. Baiting me perhaps, but then I was her enemy, or so she believed. Perhaps, she thought I was given as bait? Or a toy? Well, that could be interesting.
Her words stirred a hunger within me, but not for play. I’d come to wreak a different kind of havoc, and she would give me what I desperately needed. She lay the gun down on the pillowed comforter and the heat of her palm brought a flush to my skin. Another day and I might just be willing, but we had a killer to torment.
Staring in her eyes, I see the gears turning in her mind. I keep thinking “what is her story”. Fed up with her silence I decide it’s time for her to do some talking. ” OK doll… Who are you, why are you here, I am assuming Rick sent you.” I lean in close, sliding the gun up her thigh as I nibble on her lips… ” And please, do not play coy and just answer My questions” I purr in a sickeningly sweet tone.
She tasted of strawberries and broken dreams, full of joy buried beneath layers of sadness. I hated what I was about to do. I let her in close, allowing her to nibble and lick. The taste of her infused me with resolute purpose. I’d never done this before—kissed a woman—and maybe we’d explore some more.
I needed her close. I lifted my hand, stroking her bare arm, and when she leaned in, I locked her in an arm bar, flipped her to her back, my forearm pressing on her windpipe and my knee digging into her ribs.
Wide eyes stared up at me, fury mixed with desire. Yes, I felt it too, and we would get to that.
“Your kisses while divine will need to wait. Rick did send me. He begged me to find you. To set him free. But I have something else in mind.” With my knee pressed to her chest, I pushed down causing her to gasp. “He tells me you’re mean with the whip, and I have a mind for some fun. I’m thinking you’re exactly what I need. You see, I don’t want him dead. At least not yet. I need answers first.” And with that I leaned down and brushed my lips against hers, breathing in the heady mix of arousal and deadly intent. “I hear you’re handy with a whip?”
Her feminine scent filled my nostrils. I knew she was feeling the excitement as well. I take the opportunity to smile most wicked grin. Nibbling on her so sensitive leg, I couldn’t help the surprised smile spreading across my face. “Am I handy with a whip?” seduction oozing. “Oh yes darling… I am. All you had to do was ask?’ sarcasm dripped from each syllable. “Do you mind telling me who you wish Me to mark for you, love?”
The heat of her breath stirred something unwilling within me. I couldn’t wait to explore this further. But first…
“Rick is a dick. He doesn’t have your money. The ass gambled it all away, along with something important to me.”
Her eyes widened with her sharp inhalation.
“I have him tied up, my dear. Get the answers I need, and then he’s all yours. After you’re done, we can see where this might have led.”
“My darling… I have the perfect thing… come closer and I’ll tell….” I reply with a kiss…
Angel and I had been talking about this night for weeks! It was her anniversary with her boyfriend, Mitch. Angel’s blonde hair bounced with excitement in the fashionable waves she had done especially for this day. Mitch didn’t know it but he was going to have the night of his life. At dinner, Angel insisted having me sit beside her in the booth of their favorite restaurant. All through dinner, I touched her hair, whispered in her ear as we both hungrily eyed Mitch like a steak and we were starving lions. “You don’t mind if I borrow your girl and we go dancing after this. Do you, Mitch?” I eye him mischievously.
Not at all Nicki, I think she will have a blast. We are going to tear up the floor together, all three of us right? I could see my girl Angel’s excitement; the two girls were definitely checking me out. I didn’t know what the two of them had planned, but from the looks of it they had a party in mind. I was going along for the ride. I rubbed my girl’s hair and whispered in her ear… You do like to go dancing and shake that fine ass don’t you baby? I asked Angel…
I’d always loved Mitches adventurous side. I’d never done anything like this in my life and unknown to the both, I had a thing for Nicki. She had no idea…yet… But Mitch and I had actually been planning to turn the tables on her for weeks. I was nervous, but oh so ready for the deliciously decadent games to begin. “Oh baby, I’d love to shall we?”
I take Angel’s hand, nibbling her fingertips. ” Yes, lets!” dragging her to the floor, I stand behind her. The lights flashing, the music thumping… rubbing my hands all over her body as I nibble her ear and neck. I can’t help it. hearing the intake of her breath in my ear makes me crave more of those sounds. I need to make squirm for me. I slide my hand up her thigh, feeling the nub and how she is already drenched She leans her head back, kissing me. Our tongues dance to the rhythm to the music as I swallow her pants into me. We break our kiss. I intentionally stare Mitch in the eyes as I bring his girl to orgasm for the first time by a woman.
I watched Nicki grind and move with my Angel damn it was hot. The two of them were moving like they were having sex on the floor and then I saw her eyes roll back and the parting of her lips. Did Nicki just get her off? Damn! I sat up in my seat and moved out onto the floor with them… Looking Nicki right in the eye… I gave her a wicked smile and then leaned down and kissed my angel even as she looked at me and I knew my answer right then and there. Damn Nicki got her off… This was going to be a hell of a night between the two of them. I watched them both circle around both grinding themselves against me even as first Angel then Nicki brushed their lips against mine… I felt like the luckiest guy on the planet. I didn’t know how far this was going to go but if this was any indication everyone was going to have one hell of a good time…
I had no idea an orgasm could feel so explosive! I saw colors, first vivid and then they faded to black and then white. I think I actually saw stars. And then I saw Mitch approaching us with my heavily lidded eyes and I smiled a lazy, sated smile. I couldn’t hide my euphoric bliss. I had wanted Nicki and this was exactly what I had fantasized about when we’d first met at the gym. He reached over and softly kissed me and then, she did the most erotic thing I’d ever seen, she put her fingers with my taste in his mouth. Oh my…
Watching the look of heaven as Mitch tasted Angel’s juices off my fingers demanded I tasted her as well. Pulling Mitch’s shirt, I kissed him hungrily, sucking the sweet taste of his girl off his lips. “mmmmmmm.. ” I moaned as her taste teased my tongue. “Show Me what you want Mitch. Would you like to see her moan some more?”
I don’t know a man on the planet that wouldn’t have close to a heart attack first having Nicki slide Angels juices into my mouth and then kissing me so she could taste them… then point blank asking me if I want to see her moan more? I leaned in returning Nicki’s Kiss and then pulled Angel in kissing both of them together even as I felt both of them gently grind their hips against my knees. You know what I want Nicki and Angel and yes I want to see Angel moan some more… I whispered in Nicki’s ear… Maybe we should take the party back to our place… I said pointing my thumb over my shoulder…
Oh my God Mitch! I thought you’d never ask. Quickly, we all walked back to our table grabbed our coats while Mitch paid the bill. I was dripping and getting wetter, the closer we got to our car. As soon as I slid into the back with Nicki and Mitch started to drive, she quickly helped me slide off my silk panties and went right to work. I could see Mitch trying to watch in the review mirror, as I spread my legs wider and Nicki went right to work eating me out like I was her last meal and I couldn’t get enough
I couldn’t resist taking advantage of Mitch being distracted with driving and the rearview mirror. ” Here Mitch, be a Dear and hold these please” as I pinch his nose and feed him Angel’s soaked panties in his mouth. I grab Angel’s thighs, sucking her clit in between my lips as a slide a finger into her tight channel. Her muscles grip me as she pulses. Aiming for her G spot, she squirts her nectar all over the backseat while screaming my name.
Geez… good thing the windows were tinted
or the whole freeway was going to get a show…
It was the hottest fricking thing I had ever seen
as Nicki went down on Angel… I could hear her
sweet juices as Nicki slurped away even as I
saw her arms go straight out and she screamed
as she came again and again… Each time Nicki
would look up in the rear view mirror and smile
before going down again lifting wet fingers up
so I could see them… God Nicki was making sure
I was crazy with lust.
Torturing me with my baby’s juices. I couldn’t
believe I was going to have both of them tonight.
I wove through traffic like a madman making
record time to our flat before pulling into the driveway
and grabbing both girls out of the back and helping
them scramble into the flat.
Clothes were flying off as we landed on the couches
in the living room. I was a man sandwich with both
of them on top of me and each other… It was utter bliss…
We went at it all night….
July 2nd’s Live Write
Teresa Crumpton & Zorha Edwards 7-8 pm
“How can we make it past his defenses?”
“Shh… Sweet sister, we will do as we have always done! He’s a man, and we both have handled the worst of them, in these pas eons! with sex! He likes you the best, watch and when the time is right, we do what we do best! seduce him!”
“Let me take down my hair, he enjoys that doesn’t he. When this is over, I may have you burn it.”
“Ha-ha… you allow these deviants to have too much power over you… Soap and water, will clean the stench! Use him Sister, enchant him with your power and let him make love with the hair that he covets the most.”
“I know I do. He just makes me sick. I don’t think I can be used much more. After tonight, once I do this. We burn him. Destroy everything and start fresh. Maybe I just dye my hair. I do love using it to get my way.”
~Petting the hair softly~ “Sister, your fine, sex is sex…and this is the best kind, no feeling, just lust and sex. He is not a bad looking creature, and from what I have seen in my visions, he has a very nice cock, this should please you. This is our lot in this incarnation, we must rebuild this realm, and we must purge the evil…but nothing is said, that we cannot have a bit of fun.”
“You know I’d prefer a bit more not a lot. Maybe chocolate and wine, or better yet, tie him up and torture him, before I have to screw him. Well, the sex I can take, but he’s cold and I like it hot you know that. Not even a nice cock can change that.”
~Enter Evil Guards~ “His Lord has ordered that both you heathens, ready yourself for his Chambers tonight. The hand Maids will make you presentable for his Lord”.
“See sister, he thinks he is powerful enough to take both of us together…We can play with our food a bit! Our powers together, will tear him apart.”
-~Grins~ “He just sealed his fate. Did he really think he could control us together? Does he think we are weak? He’s worse than the mortals. At least they fear us, even if they think we died with the Greeks.”
“Another ill placed Hope! Come sister, use your powers of seduction, make sure that you show him your lovely Breasts! Mother said you had the best, and all the men seem to fall in love with how your nipples peek out when your aroused. We will braid your hair and use the finest linen to give him a taste of your pleasures…I have a potion that we can use to bath your flower, so that when he taste your juices, will render him at your mercy.”
“Sister, the men may love my breast but it’s your flower they want more. Why else do you think Mother sold us as a pair. However, I think that potion needs a little spice, let him burn from the inside out. Then I won’t need to set the sheets a flame once he’s touched us. Though maybe we should ask those guards to join us after.”
-~Entering the chamber~ The Warlock Speaks: “Come you two slaves, bow before my power and know that your owned by me!”
-~Whispers~ “Ugg, can’t I just suck him off and burn him. It would taste better. Well, it would be more enjoyable. Sir, why don’t we move to the fur rug, it will be softer than your chair.”
-~The Warlock~ “Such Ripe Slaves for me to dine on! I will consume your powers and give you both to my soldiers to fuck like the spawn you came from.”
“My sister and I, wish to only please you my Lord. Our Skill is vast and I believe that you will enjoy us! My Sister, loves the Roughness of sex, and wishes to feel your Passions a plenty! She begs to show you her Body!” (I Remove sister’s top and pinches the nipple) for you my Lord.”
“Yes my Lord, I would love for you to enjoy me, I’m yours for the taking. Would you like your soldiers to watch or maybe join in? I’m sure they’ll enjoy the show, that is if you don’t mind. You could show them how it’s done, how to make us scream
~Warlock~ “Come here to me Redhair, I like your juices…Now, let my cock know the feel of you!”
“Yes My Lord…Ah! Yes deep my Lord, I am at your mercy ! Yes Yes! Sister see this, Now End this!”
“With pleasure sister.” ~ Hands light in flames, left hand clasping her sisters and combining their powers the Warlock goes up in flames. Glee and fire light dancing in the sister’s eyes. “That was fun, who’s next on the list?”
Taking her sister by the throat, “Sorry sister, I have to be alone! Mother always did like you best!” ~ Red, kills here sister and take all for herself!
Sharon Johnson & Elias Raven 8-9 pm
Tenderness…. that scent… inhaling deeply… The smell of cherry blossoms and springtime… I love holding you in my arms…. the soft exhale of your breath from your lips… even as I lean in gently letting you feel my heart beat in your hand as you press against my chest… no words need to be said… It’s a feeling of being whole, of being complete. There is nothing at this moment except us….
I love it when your words make love to my ears and touch the farthest reaches of my soul. You excite and delight me at your touch. As I feel your heart beating in my hand, I’m reminded just how real you are and how much your love means to me. Just as you breathe in my scent, you are the very breath I breathe. There will never be enough adjectives to describe my feelings for you, so let me start with the first…my passion.
Passion is the spark that started the flame my dear… The first time I saw you walking across the street… Dressed carefree in a pair of cut off shorts and a denim shirt wrapped around a tight T that hugged your breasts and a set of boots that would walk right over a man’s heart if he got in your way… I was on fire and did a double take the minute I saw you. I still enjoy the look the other guys give you when we are together… Knowing that your all mine and I get your passion all to myself. There is nothing better baby…
I must admit, in the beginning, making you jealous was such a rush. Every time I knew you were watching firm ass in my tight jeans, I taunted you, by walking with a little more sway in my step. I knew buying those red stilettos for our first date was a good bet. I was excited that my trick had worked and even though I knew I wouldn’t get to enjoy that delicious hard cock of yours (salivating at the thought) I knew your taste would be unforgettable
Is that what you were doing you little minx? I always wondered about that. You knew you were a “looker”, but the minute I found you over at Johnson’s Pharmacy and asked you out and you said yes… that was a rush… but I felt like the proverbial cat toy and I wasn’t the cat! I remember the stiletto heels, they seemed to go from your heels all the way up your legs to your ass and I have to tell you that was hot. You definitely got my attention you tease. That’s alright though I remember showing up dressed to the nines in a charcoal gray suit, black shirt and tie, gold cuff links and shoes to match… I loved the wide eyed look in your eyes and the way you squirmed in your seat at the dinner table. I wasn’t the only one having issues that night and I was relishing the chase… I must admit you were worth every minute, every nuance. every delicious minute to make you mine….
I remember think…this had started out being a game, See the hottest guy, tease him and make him want me. But then I saw you standing there looking impossibly handsome, with your dark blue eyes, and something changed. Suddenly I went from want a single night with a hot guy, making sure to get mine, to visions of you pushing my up against the wall. sticking your hand under my and making me come. Then taking me in every room in the house over and over again. Only not for just a night, but possibly forever. (Nipples start to harden and wetness start to soak my red lace panties)
smiling… It’s funny how we both wanted the same thing. I could tell you were devouring me with your eyes… as I did you… but when I looked at you, I wanted it to be right. I had my fill of the one-night booze and lose parade and was ripe for a change. I pulled up to your place and you came out and I held the door for you… Damn… I wanted to take you back in… but sex is one thing… I wanted to know more about the woman. What made you tick, what made you laugh, cry, and you didn’t make it easy. Especially when you took your shoe off under the table and rubbed my legs… LOL! Once you started… turnabout was only fair play… I was going to take you hard after dinner and have you for desert… I was grateful you sat through dinner and we didn’t just go to the car and start right there… I don’t think I’ve ever been with a woman so ready and willing and I could tell how excited you were when we moved in closer and sat next to each other and my hand found your thighs. you were burning up… and your scent drove me crazy. I remember looking at you and running my tongue over my lips… you closed your eyes and shook… I knew i had you completely then…. even as my hand slid up to explore…
The more I watched your tongue and feeling your hand on my thighs, the more I wanted to unzip that cock. I knew I wanted more, but in that moment food was the last thing on my mine. And when that waiter asked if we wanted desert, I wanted to strangle him. That was the first night a waiter didn’t get a tip. As we walked to your red Porsche, All I could think, was OMG I hope my ass doesn’t hit the damn gear ship when I spread my legs wide and you tasted me and ate me like I was your last meal
Laughing out loud. The look you gave the Maitre’d was priceless. I remember I didn’t have to coax you to the car… Even in heels you practically ran to the Porsche. When we got in… I remember leaning in and telling you to spread… even as my fingers found your button and started playing with you even as my lips found yours and started working that beautiful body for a second. I’m glad I parked in the corner of the parking lot away from prying eyes… The look on your face as I worked your heat even as you reached across and unzipped me to grab me through my underwear. It was all I could do to pull back even as you tried to work around the gear shift and discovered it wasn’t conducive to love making. You looked at me even as I smiled and ordered you to keep your legs spread as I started the car and hauled ass to your house… It was delicious playing even as you slid your panties down around your ankles and let me have free reign of your delicious garden… I remember lifting my fingers to my lips… tasting you… It was like honey and roses… so delicious…
Damn I was so damn horny and when you masterfully played with my clit, I thought I’d cum right then, but I had to wait because I needed your hard cock more than I needed to cum right then. I could tell from the bulge in your pants, you were at least 10-12 inches and of course you didn’t disappoint. As we walked into my place ripping each other’s clothes off, I didn’t care how much that Italian suit had cost you. “Please… I…I… need” That was all I could say, before you bent me over the couch and in one hard quick movement rammed you cock into my soaking pussy! “God!!!!!” I was so close…so so close…
That was the hottest and fastest “date” I had ever had with a woman. I didn’t care about anything except having you. Your clothes were a blur of motion as were mine and there you were bent over and absolutely gorgeous. Your body was breathtaking and seeing you ready I slid behind you grabbing a handful of hair even as my length slid to the hilt in you even as I held you in place and moved with you feeling the first orgasm rock through your body even as your scream left me weak in the knees… I wouldn’t let you move… I wanted it all… At that moment was passion… the most passionate love making session I had ever experienced and I was starving for that kind of woman… that feeling of all-encompassing bliss… I couldn’t get enough even as I pushed you down and held your legs letting you feel every inch I had to give you and listening to your screams as each wave washed over you… I held back wanting to give you as many as I could before I got mine….
I had never wanted to be anyone’s more in my love. You weren’t only the best lover I’d ever had; you were the only one I wanted to know on a deeper level. And when you unexpectedly helped me up, our bodies sweeting and satiated, you were so gentle with the way you kissed me. Ok all this talk is making me want desert, you ready to head home?
K.M. Cox & Bryce Calderwood 9-10 pm
Through the keyhole I can see them. I feel like I’m breathing so fucking loud, there’s no way he can’t hear me. How the fuck is he home so early?
I keep the sheet wrapped around me. Will he notice that the sheet is gone? Does she have an explanation? He looks at her, his eyes hot, and I could feel my blood boil. I’M supposed to be looking at her like that. I’M supposed to see her in that jacket and only that jacket!
“I love that, baby,” he says in a voice like oil on glass. “You pick that up just for me?” The confident smirk on his face as he rattles the ice in his drink makes me want to put his eyes out with a jagged piece of glass.
She nods. “Of course I did,” she purrs, sliding herself up his leg. That lying little bitch, I thought, but held my tongue. She likes this…his attention…and me in the closet. She likes the thrill of having a double life. “Should I show you what else I picked up just for you?”
His smirk grows wider. “In a minute,” he says. “C’mere, you, I need me some lovin’ I been gone so long and been so lonely.” He puts his drink down on the side table and gestures for her to come over. I try to breathe lightly as I watch through the closet’s keyhole. I wonder if he’ll notice not all the clothes strewn about are hers? She approaches him and puts a knee on the chair’s armrest, giving him a good view of what I can still taste on my lips. She lets the fur jacket fall to the floor, revealing her tight, heart-shaped ass. Tony (ugh of course his name’s Tony) nods and rubs his chin.
“Damn look how wet you are for me, baby,” He says. Of course she’s wet. She was about ready to cum on my tongue when he barged in through the front door.
“C’mere,” he said again. He reached out, wanting to touch her, taste her, but she slid just out of reach, her laugh ringing in the bedroom. “Not until I give you a proper homecoming,” she said, her voice breathy. I watched her as she bent one long leg, and then the other, until she was down on her knees in front of him. I watched as she unclasped the belt from his waist and used it to bind his wrists. I bit back a groan, my own body taut and ready. Unbuttoning his pants, she slid them down his narrow hips, and his boxers joined. (Of course they had to be silk) I thought miserably. I watched her hair fall forward as she wrapped her mouth around his thick, throbbing cock.
“Oh, baby! Jeez that’s so good! Did you eat anything while I was gone? Ha ha!” He laughed at his own wit but it didn’t last long as my Nina worked his cock with her lips and tongue. She paused, mid-suck, and popped off of him with loud sound.
“So,” she said, so casually, “was your ‘business trip’ to Vegas a good time?”
“Yeah, baby, you know… business,” he said. She removed his tie and use it to tie his ankles fast to one of the chair’s legs. His pants and boxers were still wrapped around his ankles. “Did you miss your mistress? I think it’s time to bring out some toys. Bad boys don’t get to cum just yet,” said Nina. “Oh, I’ve been bad, bad boy, baby,” said Tony. “That’s what I thought,” said Nina. She rose and sashayed over to the closet where I hid and flung open the door. I shrank back, frightened out of my mind, but Tony couldn’t see me with her standing right in front of me. She put a finger over her lips and mouthed *Not yet* to me. She reached for the flogger, turned around and closed the door.
She twirled the flogger in her hand, rubbing it over her fingers, her smile widening. Her eyes were bright and shinning. My hands traveled down my body, pleasing myself as I watched her every move
“Bad little boys get their hard cocks spanked,” said Nina, “Stick it out for me, you cheating little smarty pants.” Tony pushed his hips up into the air so that his erection wobbled. Nina twirled the flogger in her hand like it was some kind of martial arts weapon. The tails made a low whooshing sound through air. “Cheating?” he said. “Who said anything about cheating.” “Mistress knows exactly what kind of bad boy you’ve been.” She flicked the flogger at his cock and he grunted loudly in pain.
But he bucked his hips out again, begging for more. I watched, biting my lip so hard that I drew blood. My body was already trembling with desire as I worked myself.
“You want it again?” she whispered, her lips almost touching his ear. He nodded, panting like the disgusting dog he was. “Tell me,” she ordered. “Tell me you want it again.” “Give it to me again,” he said. “Give it to me and make it count this time.” Nina spun the flogger in her hands, the material getting bunched up around her fingers. She walked towards the door and I could see her wink at me through the keyhole. Suddenly, Nina spun on her heal and brought the flogger down. I heard it whistle in the air and then he cried out in pain. Or was it pleasure? (Probably both) I thought.
Tony hissed air through his teeth. “Mistress has decided that since you can’t seem to keep it in your pants and service only your Mistress as you have been instructed, she has acquired a new slave, and you… you unfaithful swine, are no longer needed.” The shock on Tony’s face was so precious I almost came just from that. “Darling, you can come out, now. It’s time to take care of things.” I opened the closet and stepped out, naked, juices running down my leg and with wet fingers. We had planned this but that didn’t mean I wasn’t scared. “What–are you fucking a BROAD?” Who the fuck even says ‘broad’ anymore? This dinosaur should’ve been extinct long ago.
“Is it that obvious?” I asked as I played with my tits. I sashayed up to Nina and wrapped her hair around my fist. Pulling her head back, I kissed those lips, the plump red lips slick with juice. “How much I hated seeing you pleasure this…this…disgusting maggot of a man.” My hand traveled the length of her body before I slammed my fingers into her still wet pussy. She moaned, nearly collapsing right there and then. “More,” she begged. “More my love.” “Oh I’ll give you more,” I promised with a whisper. “But it’s going to have to have to wait.” Pulling my fingers out, I turned to Tony and let him watch as I licked the taste of Nina off of my slick fingers. “First we have to figure out what to do with him.”
Yeah, all right, oh baby, look you brought a plaything along!” “Yes, I did. She thinks we’re in love and doesn’t even realize that she’s the one that nobody knows is here. My knees were kicked out from under me along with my heart as I realized my betrayal. Tony rose up, his binds having never been truly fixed at all.
He sauntered over to me, his hands strong and ready. Nina eyed me, blowing a kiss my way. (That’s it) I thought. (I’m done playing games) Sliding back into the closet, I grab the gun hiding out on the floor. Cocking it, I pulled the trigger once, twice. They fell like stones on the too white carpet. Tony was dead on the spot but Nina was still gasping her last breaths. “Didn’t anyone ever teach you not to screw a bitch?” I whispered. I’ll see you in hell, Nina.” Kicking her in the head for good measure, I picked up my clothes and strode out of the house.
Ellie Masters & Elias Raven 10-11 pm
The scent of sex permeated the air. Deep moans and higher pitched screams, drew me forward with a growing hunger. This is what I’d wanted. It was also what I feared. And, I had come to explore and open up a world of possibilities. Trust though, he had to earn my trust, and I doubted his ability to truly give that which I craved.
I was surprised when she walked into the club. I could see the look of anticipation and of hunger… but I could also see the fear in her eyes. She had the look of a woman that had been used and abused by more than one man… As she scanned looking for me, I motioned with my hand, waiting for her to come… But I could see the hesitation… I was going to have to earn her trust, if she was fully going to give herself to me before the night was through… I ran my tongue over the edge of my lips, even as I looked her up and down. She was going to be one tough cookie to crack and that made tonight that much more delectable…
Role play might be good for some, but I needed real. Certainly we’d talked, negotiated and I’d read up about the subject. I had a word, a safe-word he’d explained. What would it take to make me use it? Did I even want to go that far? Could he take me to that edge, before my mind turned off and my body gave up? Argh…too many fucking questions. Where the hell was he? Ah, over there. The heat of his eyes threw me off-balance, and my step faltered. Stop looking at me like that!
I watched her slow walk to me. I could tell she wanted to bolt for the door, even after everything we had discussed online, on the phone and my constant reassurances… Everything led up to this moment, where I calmed the demons that were screaming in her head. I knew she was green… that she wanted this as badly as I did. When I told her about my experience with edging, with everything, she had whistled over the phone line. Then said “Yeah, I’ve heard a lot of BS wannabe dominants before…” … I remember I had smiled before whispering back… “You’ve never met anyone like me…and I’m the real deal.” I could tell she was still questioning herself. I know inviting her right into the thick of things… was a harsh way to break in her in. But she had told me over and over what her needs and wants were… now, her trust was on the line and no matter how much I reassured her tonight, my actions had to speak louder than words… even as I waved her over to the seat across from me and motioned to the waiter to bring us drinks….
And I was hesitant. So very hesitant for this night to begin. Already, I wanted it to end. My experiences hadn’t been good. Emotionally ruined too many times, I liked to call myself beautifully broken. The truth was…I was simply broken. There was nothing beautiful about it. Which was why I came to him. They said he was one of the best. He told me so himself. All those conversations flitted through my head, time spent breathless behind the safety of a laptop screen. I hoped what he claimed was true, but already, standing before him, a sinking feeling replaced the butterflies in my gut. The real deal? A glance around this club, had my head spinning and my gut churning. I couldn’t do this. I turned. I wanted to run, but then his grip settled on my arm. No, not settled. His fingers dug into my flesh, holding me in place.
She turned and glared at me, even as I locked around her arm… “Look at me baby…” I commanded… She turned slowly her body pulling one way then the fight left her and she glared at me… “You wanted this… They know me here and it’s safe”. I’m not here to force you into something you don’t want… You’ve been looking for me and this journey for a long time. Don’t leave before it even starts…You have your safe word I gave you baby….” I smiled at her and pointed to the seat. “Let’s have a drink and talk for a while”. I looked right into her eyes locking into her soul. “I don’t bite… at least not at the dinner table”. She sat down slowly her eyes never leaving mine… Even as I raised my arm and called the waiter. “What are you having my dear?” I asked disarmingly.
“Water please,” I said, as I lowered myself in the spot he directed.
A ripple of anticipation wormed down my spine, a jitteriness which did nothing for the nerves battling it out in my stomach. I felt a little sick. What I should do is leave. Right now. Before anything began. I should run, but I’d regret it. All the work to get here destroyed in a moment of self-doubt and weakness. Damn, why couldn’t I simply place my faith in his hands. Why wouldn’t my mind simply shut the fuck up? He said he didn’t bite. I trusted that. No, wait. That’s not what he said. Damnit. My mind is spinning. I don’t want to talk. I should say something. Shit. Why am I suddenly mute? Do something. Take fucking control before I implode. I’m so completely lost right now. Okay, just breathe, I don’t want to look like a fool. I’ll get through this. Play along as it were.
I smiled into her beautiful hazel green eyes, even as I heard her order water. “I’ll take a Jack Daniels on ice…” was my order. I let go of her arm and kept my focus on her. “Breathe baby”… was what I told her. I could tell she was shaking and didn’t know what to say… “Look at me…” “Say Hi, that’s a start…” I saw the smile and the quiet hi… as it rolled off her lips. I motioned around the room. This place is safe, or as crazy as you want to make it. I even have a room downstairs already booked and ready for us. You asked me to be your guide to Neverland tonight Wendy and that’s me. You can stay in the same room with the kids or you can come with me and experience a world you’ve only dreamed of.” The waiter brought our drinks, even as I watched her sip her water and nod her head. “I’m not going to do anything to you that you don’t want… this is after all, your first time. The stairs behind me lead down to the chambers of carnal desire. You said you didn’t want to role play…” I smiled wickedly. “We can do that later…” She laughed at that, even as I watched her face flush and her breathing slowly come down to an even level. “Shall we play a little… You’re safe Alice… I won’t take you any farther down the rabbit hole than you want to go…”
Down the rabbit hole? That’s exactly where I wanted to go. I sipped my water, wishing I had a little of that Jack to settle my nerves. Although, I didn’t really need it. He said to breathe, right as I was hyperventilating myself into a fit. The warmth of his words calmed me, but more so the steel in his eyes did something strange. The frantic beating of my heart calmed, even as he spouted on and on about Alice and the Rabbit and maybe even a Peter Pan reference?
Okay, I had caught my breath. My gaze skittered around the room, bouncing over the couples, who like us, sat in the bar and then it voyaged out to the darker places. Crosses and benches occupied by others, already deep in play. No, I didn’t want to stay here. I wanted down those stairs. I laughed, hating the burning in my cheeks. I flushed too easily, giving away my hand. Placing my drink on the table, I grabbed the remainder of his drink. Tossing it back, I stood. “You know where I want to go, Mr. Rabbit.” Now, let’s see if he could lead.
I liked her fire… That was the woman I had been talking too. It’s one thing to do it online… another to meet in person and bring it all into the real world. I took her hand and smiling at her, took her down the stairs into the play area. She reached her arm around my waist and smiled into my eyes, then kissed me for a second… “Yep, exactly like I imagined… delicious”. I smiled and we continued our decent… I pointed to the second chamber. I took my key card out and walked over to the door. “Security baby… Only hotel managers and us have the keys.” I reached into my shirt pocket and handed her the room key. “That way, you have yours in case we go all night…” I opened the door and she whistled, even as she looked around the room. There was the standard bed, but it was setup with hooks on the ceilings and bed, as well for my favorite hobby, Shibari… I know how much she liked knot play and I was not going to waste a chance if she was game. “Toss your purse over there and come here” She smiled at me and came over… Her eyes were glowing… This was what I wanted out of her and she was going to bring it…
He tasted divine. I could kiss him all night and be happy doing just that. Even now, I wanted his lips on me. We’d talked about so many things. Different types of play. I wanted to experience it all. Cuffs and collars. Whips and chains. I wanted hard, never soft. We’d even discussed take down scenes, but he said that would have to come much later. Only one time, had we discussed rope. A small insignificant comment I’d made early in our talks. He remembered. He fucking remembered. I walked over to the rope and ran my hand down its length, and then I turned.
I stood up and kissed her hard. “Do you trust me?” I asked her. She nodded, even as her eyes lit up… I patted the bed and told her to stand in the middle even as I pulled her hands together and slowly tied them together. She looked at me and licked her lips. Yes, she was enjoying this. I lifted her arms up and gently hooked her hands over the lock on the ceiling, leaving her enough room, so her legs could support her weight, even as my mouth started to work its way down her body and her moans penetrated the quiet of the room. I looked back into her eyes… “No safe word yet?” I asked her. “Nope… I’ll let you get a whole lot farther before you hear me use it…” I laughed… “Now that’s music to my ears, even as my hand came down firmly against her backside with a loud crack… She pulled against the ropes….”No fair!” she yelled… I just laughed… Yep… much better… This is going to be a most enjoyable evening…
Sharon Johnson & Michael Gagain 11-12 pm
Welcome to my home, pretty lady. I’ve had my eye on you for quite some time. I see you tremble, as you look upon my cage of anguish. I am quite proud of this latest piece to my collection… I had it built just for you, no worries my dear, it is not to cause you harm, but to completely enjoy what you have to offer…
I’ve never shook so hard in my life. His words were said in a menacing, evil tone. The thought of his touch, made every hair on the back of my neck stand on end. Why in the hell had I decided it would be a great night for a walk alone. I’d heard there’d been a mental patient that had escaped, why in the fuck hadn’t I listened. And Now…Oh my God and now, I was going to pay dearly for it
What beautiful hair you have fine lady; I must admit…my weakness. You poor thing, you tremble so…I always feel so lucky when the pretty ones have an argument with their husband and take to the streets at night alone, now if you please…. that’s it my girl, just relax. oh my…. you are nice and wet…a pussy always feels so much better through the fabric of damp satin panties…baby? Maybe you want this as much as I perhaps, or maybe the fear of god has made you pee yourself a bit…it’s okay sweetie, it happens, I see it all the time….
The man was obviously delusional. Before my argument with my husband Rick, we’d had great, hot sweaty sex… Of course I was wet. Bur after…he’d become a total prick. How in the hell could he ever think I’d agree to a three-some. I was a one-man woman. And now, because of his callousness, I was going to be subjected to God knows what. What? Wait. Did he say…Oh shit… he said he had it built just for me. Had he…I suddenly felt like throwing up, he’d been watching me, maybe even stalking me…
Oh…really, you had sex just before your midnight stroll…. how convenient for your soon to me unfortunate husband to ready that pretty pink pussy for me…off with the clothes and crawl into the cage…. I only ask nicely once…I shall taste of the sin between your pretty thighs….
“Why are you doing this? Why me? Can’t you see how wrong this is?” He actually smiled at me like it was the biggest joke in the world. I started to strip of my shirt then my bra off, I was mortified. I’d always been self-conscious about my body. “Hurry up before I finish the fucking job for you!! I hate to be kept waiting. NOW!!!” He snapped and I flinched.
She was a hot mess, I hate it when they cry…the only whimpering I want to hear, is when I am buried deep inside them…and this one, she was special I had been watching her for weeks…I slammed the cage door closed as she shuddered, I thought of her for so long and now, here she was…in my finest device ever…on her hands and knees, ass high in the air…one of the prettiest pussies I have ever had the inclination to invade….I dropped to my knees and began to devour her dirty, well used pussy, I lapped at her tart sweetness like a dog in heat…
I hated him for what he was doing so much, but as much as I tried to fight it, what he was doing to me, was sinfully exquisite. I tried not to moan, but it slipped my lips and he relished in it. “That’s right baby, just lay back and enjoy it” I wanted to take my nails and scratch the shit out of him, but what he was doing to me, was making me see colors, vivid colors, as I was losing myself in the sensations of what this mad man was doing to me
I felt her convulse under my tongue, and I would swear I heard her whimpering…hardening me further…she came hard in my mouth backing into the cage door hard…I love the feisty ones, I thought…I pulled my length from my jeans and rubbed the head of my cock up and down her soaked pussy…I entered her deep and hard in one push and felt her warmth stretch to accommodate my thickness…
I’d never felt anything so hard in my life. He’d already violated me in one of the worst ways, and what was worse, I loved it. And now, I was even more helpless. The asshole grabbed my hands before I could reach to gouge his eyes out. There was a pair of handcuffs I hadn’t noticed before. Quicker than I could scream, they were around my wrists, above my head and around the cage bars… I was in big trouble here and I thought he might kill me at anytime
After cumming deep inside her and nearly losing my eyes I pulled her from the cage by her gorgeous mane, dragging her across the floor to the basement door…. it’s where I keep all my pets, I lifted her up from the floor by her hair and kissed her pretty mouth long and hard…. I threw her down the stairs into the cold dark basement and quickly glanced at my watch…4:45…still time to hunt…I smiled as I walked out the door, hearing her muffled screams…time for a Brunette…
“You sick bastard!!” I screamed. “Let! Me! Out!” I ran to the door pounding on it. Then I slid to the floor in a puddle of tears. There I was, naked, his seed running down my leg in this dark place, that smelled of rotting flesh. I could barely see, until my eyes adjusted. When I finally did, I threw up and heaved until the contents of my stomach were gone. There were actual skeletons everywhere I looked. Then I knew…I knew…I would be the next. The end
Come see what the fuss is about…
This is from a previous event…
Live Write June 4th 2016
Marc & KL 7 PM
It had been a special night. The dinner. the dancing. And now I had her back in the hotel room, things were only going to get even more special
I love the way your firm hands grasp my body. That touch that says you want to claim me.
Her skin is silky smooth yet firm. I run a hand up from her hip just enjoying how she feels.
My senses are heightened by the fact that I know that he’s close. I can smell the familiar cologne and my anticipation grows with each gentle sweep of that warm palm on my cool skin.
I move closer, so that I can breathe her in. I recognize the scent but can’t name it, something French, I think. And her shampoo… It smells… divine. But there is something else. Something more… The unmistakable scent of her arousal.
As his hands become more exploratory I can feel an electrical charge coursing through my veins igniting my desire for more. My legs part…again in anticipation and the need to have him touch where my body aches for his contact the most.
This dress is driving me wild. All evening I’ve been catching glimpses of the delights hidden beneath through the splits up the sides. And now is my chance to finally explore them. I slip my hand inside one of those gaps and reach around to cup her breast. As I suspected, she isn’t wearing a bra
I knew as soon as I saw him earlier this evening we had an instant connection. That animal instinct that said we had to have each other. Even in that dimly lit, smoke filled room I could feel the air thicken as his gaze fell upon me. The way he was so confident in his stride, taking charge and within half an hour we were in the bistro. I want him. I wanted him as soon as I saw him. When he pulled out the blindfold I knew he’d left him with an encounter such as this on his mind.
While gently teasing her hardened nipple between my fingers, I pull her dress up with my other hand, exposing her near endless legs. But they did end. With a glorious round backside framed by the garters holding up her black stockings. And just as she wasn’t wearing a bra, she had forgone underwear here too.
Briefly I wondered what he was thinking that I had forgone lingerie. This dress is unforgiving and clings to every curve. I think he loves the fact that he’s discovered I’m bare. It excites him, I note the change in his breathing. It’s more labored and urgent as his hands sweep across the globes of my ass and settle with his fingers slightly teasing the lace garter. He sweeps my hair to the side, his mouth taking its first taste, and he bites softly on my shoulder.
While I kiss along her shoulder and up her neck towards her ear, my hand pushes down between her cheeks, teasing her puckered rose-bud before finding the the molten heat of her femininity. “I want you,” I whisper in her ear. “And I shall have you. You’re mine!”
My breath hitched at the way his hands have become more urgent, his large strong hand grabbing my left breast firmly before he spins me toward him, his fingers gliding down my wet seam in exploration and sliding back to tease my clitoris with an expertise I knew he’d possess. His words excite me and my body vibrates gently in anticipation of his next move.
Now she is facing me, I take her hands and push them up over her head. Holding them there, I kiss her forcefully, pushing her back against the wall. the kiss leaves her breathless. “Tell me what you want,” I say. “tell me what you want me to do to you.”
Everything. I want you to undress me slowly, I want you to take off this blindfold so that I may see the heat of desire I feel you have for me in those beautiful whiskey colored eyes. I want to see your lips when they explore my flesh and I am yours for your pleasure.
“You want a lot.” I say. “And you might just get it. But not yet. Because first, I want to taste you. And *Always* get what *I* want.” I fall to my knees so my face is level with her beautiful pussy. I breathe in deep. Inhaling her scent. Then I lean forward and snake out my tongue to get what what I want.
The way he spoke…that sharp, hurried gruff tone in his voice…the way he dropped to his knees and lifted my leg…those fast fluid movements. *Sigh. It was so masterful and the unexpectedly quick way his tongue was on my pussy he stole my breath and my heart raced…it pounds like a drum inside my ears. My blood pumping with passion and desire with every lick he delivers.
She tasted just as I expected. so sweet. So womanly. I’ve tasted many in my time, but none as sweet as this. I lifted her leg over my shoulder to open her flower up to my tongue. And while I teased her clit with my thumb, I slipped my tongue inside, know it wouldn’t be the only thing I slipped inside her that night.
The way he caressed me was unusually tender for someone who appeared to be a one-night stand. I had the feeling that the night was only going to get better. Our chemistry was undeniable. It was special and I could hardly way to have him inside me…
Sharon & Elias 8 PM
Were you in a dream or real? I couldn’t decide. The moon was as full as were your lips. Our dance of words were always exciting, but our dance of skin skin…euphoric bliss
My eyes were playing tricks… the moon filled the entire sky lighting up the scene like it was out of a movie. Standing there with her listening to the soft sound of big band playing from the transistor radio I had brought with us… to add the touch of ambience I was seeking… It couldn’t be more perfect a night to spend with her…
The night was cool and your body heat emanated so close to me. The light from the moon shown on your beautiful face, your eyes were gleaming as you looked at me with something…I think it was. Love? Lust? perhaps desire? Tonight you were all mine and I didn’t care
The look of reckless abandon in her eyes. The lunar glow bathing the whole scene in a soft blueish light even as I reached down to the basket I had brought and pulled out a bottle of chardonnay, opening the bottle I poured two glasses and smiled into the dreaminess of the moment… Savoring the subtle nuances of my beauty as she let me run my eyes across every soft contour of her beauty… The look of lust that glinted out of the corners of her eyes only added to the feeling of desire that was fountaining from within my soul.
As I drank the Chardonnay, it warmed my throat as it slid down. You’d thought of everything. My favorite drink in a beautiful place, you’d worn those black tight sexy jean and black shirt I loved so much. And as if you could magically call the stars from the Heavens, you’d even arranged for the moon to fully light our way, as our night of love began…
I leaned in hooking my arm through yours smiling as I leaned in to gently brushing my lips against yours even as the sweet taste of the wine played across my taste buds. I crossed my glass with yours and smiled as we each drank from the other’s glass even as I heard your soft laugh come out. I blinked… “What?” I asked… You grinned looking down. “You thought of everything for tonight”.
I giggled, you always made me giggle and blush. No one had ever affected me the way you do. You were, the laughter to my jokes, the soft shoulder to my pain. I got to choose every smile you wore. Always for me only for me…I thought. “Do you have any idea how happy you make me? How every time you speak to me on our many nights like this, you always make love to my ears and to every cell of my being?”
I leaned in and wrapped my fingers in your soft hair. Pulling you in I kissed you a little harder letting my tongue gently part your lips and probe… Then smiling wickedly, I reach into the basket and pulled open a small container of chocolate covered strawberries. (white chocolate and strawberries) have always been your favorite… I pluck one out and tell you to close your eyes even as I slide the dipped delight against your lips… “Open my dear” … I tell you… you open, “now bite”… you bite down letting the chocolate and juice spill against your lips. I watch you swallow even as I use the juice from the strawberry to coat your lips and lean in kissing you harder this time… letting my tongue part your lips darting in deeply….
“Mm” As I closed my eyes, I was lost in sensations of his silky tongue, the taste of my favorite treat and the taste of our drink of mixed together, creating my favorite flavor…you only you…I was suddenly aware, there was music playing in the background, just down the hill. I wanted you to dance with me, but not the kind you do in public. No, I wanted ours to be horizontal with you taking the lead. My body was your instrument and you my masterful conductor…
Smiling…I slide my hand around your waist pulling you in close and letting my fingers glide across the soft fabric of your top… I look into your eyes even as your tongue glides across your lips looking up at me… I let my fingers undue the buttons letting your top spill open even as my fingers reach in gently tracing the lines of your bra and teasing your hardened buds through the fabric as they strain against the bra holding them back…
My mind started losing thought processes and my heart was fluttering so fast. I’d worn the red matching lacey panties and bra that you’d chosen for me the month before. As my top slipped down my arms I arched my back, touching your lips to the top of my lace. Taking my very obvious hint, you kissed my neck so softly with your warm lips, wrapping your arms around me and very deftly unhooking my bra. Stepping back, you placed your fingertips under my straps and slipped each one over my shoulder and let it fall away to the ground below
Damn… my breath hitched for a second. Even after all this time… Looking in your eyes. Your body always takes my breath away… I reach out and let my fingers start to pull and play even as my fingers slide down along your legs… leaning in my lips gliding along your lips and neck… kissing my way down even as I feel your heart beating faster in your chest as my lips and tongue explore… finding your hardened nipples my teeth grip down biting playfully. teasing even as you gasp
All I can think is please… Oh my God please, take them into your mouth and have your way…our way with them. I knew I had something to tell you, but I couldn’t think right then, it would have to wait. Finally, as if reading my mind, you took me into your mouth, always biting and sucking with the exact right amount of pressure. I knew you were really getting into it as well, as your breath hitched, and I reached down to check what I knew would be your response to me. It pleased me so much that after all this time, I was your everything. And there it was… “I see you’re getting ready for me darling” I said with a knowing smile. Your hardening length betraying what it always did. You desired me…only me
I lean down and undue your belt and smiling at you grab your pants and slide them down… pulling them over your knees and ankles and sending them over my shoulder even as I look down at you hungrily my fingers already playing against your heat… watching you squirm as you firmly grab my length unzipping my pants and letting it spring free…
I had to have him, I could never wait to be skin on skin with him. While we would take our time with each other, deliciously enjoying each and every inch, I wanted you inside me, but…I needed your tongue inside me at that moment. As we lowered to the ground I almost had an orgasm right there. But before you made love to my essence I had something to tell you and it could no longer wait….”Honey I have a sweet surprise for you, can you guess what it is?”
Honey… my tongue exploring the insides of your legs… watching you squirm as I lick along your panty lines… teasing your lips… I look into your eyes… what is it baby? I ask…
“After all these years of hoping and praying… YES!!!! od Yes!!!” The end.
Zorha & Michael 9 PM
This battle needs to be over…We have been fighting for too long. I have to find a spell to stop this foolishness. This Magician needs to be contained or destroyed…
Battle ready…FUCK! he’s here and now it begins
walls shake, the magician appears.
you have again conjured me with your thoughts… you know I fear you not…why do you summon me with your feeble thoughts of being “The one” silly girl bow before me and join me as one…. your mouth spews words of hatred as your dirty cunt drips the seed of many unfortunate souls…I however stand alone and will not tolerate nor bow to your beck and call, you will drop to your knees and take me like the wicked little whore that you are…
Laughing…You think so much of yourself. I summons you to destroy you Magician. You have plagued my people and these lands long enough.
Such a shame the watch thought, that he has to die. he is a fine male specimen. Tall and such power. The watch began to feel the old staring in her belly. No! No way will she show this devil mercy
you are but the spittle that runs down my chin at the very thought of impregnating you with my child…you have no power over me nor do I have the will or want to feed into your childish games of retribution…you are not only feeble and weak dear lady but your dismal powers are that of novice magician at best, join me or forever rule your empire of the weak……
You’re such a Delight, your word games do not both me! the sheer fact that your raging at me only serves to tell me that you have the same lustful thoughts. You bark like the dog you are. you couldn’t even hold my interest long without becoming boring! As the Wytch spoke, she could tell that she affected him just as he did her…this might be a game for another time. no it had to be now, she could feel the power of his body taking hers and the magic that would intensify the sex. her body shivered and her core became wet with anticipation
You foolish girl, you wet for me as easily as the hell storms I conjure among the vastest of oceans. you do not harness the power to even resist my feeble attempts at attraction…how could you possibly consider ruling a ruler…Now down with you….”The weakened wytch dropped to her knees and offered her ass high in the air to the mighty voice that rattled her bones……
Your imaginations are endearing Magician, and i am sure you would have great pleasure with me on my knees, those chosen have died in great bliss. I have ruled in power before you were born, however the loss of life is a sadness to me. I wish for it o end. a race of sorts between us. I am willing to give you a small taste of the heaven you glorify and thus sealing the deal! I only allow you to see and know what I wish you to! you have fought long and hard to reach me, so i know what you seek! come and let’s speak and not to destroy all that we have both worked so long for! I will even concede to your chains of pleasure that I have heard such wonderful stories of!
Spread that pretty cunt wytch and give me nothing I will take what is mine…”The powerful magician threw his hand out and violently pointed his finger at her neck, A blinding bolt of lightning left his finger tip and a shackled materialized around her neck cinching her tightly to the floor…he fell to his knees and entered her hard and deep from behind as she cried in pain, as wet as the pretty wytch was, she was no match for his thickness, and as he repeatedly thrust deep into her warmth she began to back into him meeting his every powerful thrust…she was pinned and helpless her cries of pin and terror turning into cries of pleasure….
Surprised at the magic that was thrown, the Wytch found herself being violently taken. However, she has dreamed of entity with the brashness to be this cold. She could tell that he had used his magic to make his Cock bigger. At first the pain was great, but all too soon shivered wild with the pleasure and could feel the burst of her first orgasm in many of century. Goddess what else, she could imagine taking him into her mouth. she could feel the ride in magic. what a consort he will make!
“He knew what she really wished to have and at the blink of an eye his flesh of iron was within an inch of her pretty mouth, he need not intrude as she engulfed what she could take…he put his hand under her throat massaging it as giving a dog a pill, she took a bit more out of want and he thrust deeper, she violently choked gasping for air…he relentlessly fucked her mouth while thinking of how she had fought him and treated him over the ions of time that they had shared…he relaxed and withdrew entering her hard from behind…tearing her and fucking like her cunt like the Demon he was…He instilled his seed deep inside her and a devious smile rose upon his face…..
as she tasted his dirty cock, she loved what was being done! this was the answer
Her Heart was still ice, but she could concede to him for a time. She would rule him with sex and the kingdoms would know peace for a time. She had a Demon magician that could please her as she could please him. Yes, king he would be and Queen she would remain. This was the answer to end the battle for this time!
Lea & Riley 10 PM
Garret couldn’t believe his fortune. He kept all of them, their powers of elemental magic, but he’d never seen one with an aura like this. It was more than any of his pets, and it was stronger, a being of all four forces.
Ember looked at him. As if he could take her on. An elemental above all others. Smiling and laughing, almost daring him. “You really think you can take me?”
“Darling, I’ve tamed all the forces, and bent them all to their task. You will be more valuable, but no less controllable.”
Garrett raised his cannon, ready to cast the field to contain her, they all succumbed to its power eventually.
Laughing even harder she watches as he raises the cannon. Nothing has ever been able to contain her. She is a product of her parents combined. “Really you thing that little thing will hold me? Just because you succeed before. Silly man you know nothing of who I am.”
She had spirit, that was certain, more than he’d seen in a long time, but that only made it more fun. Pulling the trigger, the EM cannon cast its magnetic field. It descended upon her like a blanket, cutting her off from the elements that she commanded.
Grinning wide at Garret, Ember is ready. She splits, moving out from under the net. Like sand with the wind and earth. Coming up around his feet she wraps around his ankles. Pulling hard yanking them apart putting him off balance. You can hear her laughter on the wind. Just after taking him down. Ember reforms ready to fight this enemy. She will not go down easily
The wind flies from his lungs as he strikes the ground hard. His EM cannon would need time to recharge, it had been a long time since he’d needed more than a single shot. Rolling to the side he triggered the shield on his arm, prepping for attack.
She watches him, waiting to see his next move. She is ready to fight. Pulling that which she knows may work. Her eyes brighten as the fire warms deep within. Her father taught her well how to use this source. Not many could command it as fast as she did, she feels it warming from deep within. “Are you sure you want to play? I am no amateur; I know how to fight. Just because I am a female don’t think I’m weak human.”
She certainly wasn’t the run of the mill elemental. Most he kept had lost their will to resist, it had been many years since there had been any serious contest to contain them. Holding his arm before him, the shield force twisting the light that passed through it, he paced around her, waiting.
Looking around he sought a means of tipping the scales, he may need help to contain this one. Beyond her he could see the flare apparatus. It was for signaling equipment failures or trouble. Now he just had to get to it.
She circled as he did, watching his eyes closely. The eyes always gave things away. The thoughts humans had. She learned well. Pulling the wind slightly she sent it to the flare apparatus. Knocking it over. “Now human what do you plan on doing. It’s only you and me here. So let’s see what you have.” As she sent the wind she as well sent a message to ones who could come to her rescue.
Holding the shield before him, he charged at her. Fire flew from her fingers and deflected off his shield. The heat of it singed his arms and beard. As he reached her she dissolved into storm, water and air circling around him. He dropped the grenade as he rolled through, skidding across the ground on his shield. The pulse grenade burst in a cloud of charged energy, it would disrupt any elemental force in its radius.
Ember watched as he slid. The shock of the grenade hitting her. She was hoping help would come quickly. Laying there helpless for a time. It only stuns her for a short bit. The fire in her eyes deepens. “Human you are really stupid to think that will work.” Pulling to her the earth she whips it towards him using the wind to cause a dust storm. It will blind him so she may move behind him.
Garrett gets the shield up just before the storm hits, but the force of it drives him back to a crouch. Nothing can be seen, and that is dangerous.
Backing up, he seeks the safety of the wall. The grit collects beneath his feet, making his footing sketchy. A tone alerts him in his contemplation that his cannon is ready again.
Looking around quickly for a safe place, she hears the tone on the wind. Ready for it. She sees the boulder. Using the wind to carry her there quickly behind it. Knowing the dust is blinding him. She looks around while under cover. The cannon tries to aim at her as she moves with the wind. Pulling the water as well she makes the storms come. helping to hide her as she splits again to confuse the human.
Seeing the firestorm, he brings his shield forward, just in time, but he lost his shot. Too many ways for her to maneuver, too many elements at her command. The fog and storm is now around him, and once more he can’t see. Sheathing his cannon, his mind turns to escape.
Boldly he charges, holding his shield before him.
She watches closely as he tries to run. He isn’t used to losing she can tell. Pulling herself together she does one last whip of wind towards him taking him to the ground. Pulling the boulder close enough to trap his clothing. “Human are you ready to surrender now?” Ember asks smiling wide knowing she won.
A brilliant orb flies through the air, striking the pinned form.
“Showing off again Ember?” James speaks from behind her, the steam rising from his pistol as the electric sparks fly over the downed keeper.
Smiling at James. “Of course as always. Glad you could join the party at some point.’ She turns to him for the embrace she knows he will give her. “Thank you for coming”
Elias & Dawn 11 PM
Oh… he thought he had Me with that kiss… and yes… The way he grabbed The back of My neck did make My heart race. I won’t deny it… but I also know I have that effect on him as well… and two can play that game. I pull his bottom lip, sucking on it hungrily… then sink My teeth in and pull while I laugh…” I can play too, Darling”
You are such a vixen! Locking eyes with you I wrap my arm around your back… Baby has claws and teeth… kissing you back and biting your lip… Don’t want to draw blood at least not yet….
“Oh, my claws will draw yours, darling… don’t you worry. But I agree… don’t want you messing up My carpet.” I slide my hand up your hair… grabbing it as I lead you till you’re back is against the wall… I start nibbling down the neck… whole time My other hand is reaching for leather wrist restraint I already had hidden … all I have to do is slide and pull….
You are a naughty kitten and you know how to play… Grabbing my hair like your puppies my dear… Tsk tsk… what’s this… sliding my ankle and foot between your legs I push backward grabbing your back and sliding you back even as I grab your toy… oh look you brought a leather restraint to play with??? Let’s see how kitty likes it around her paws… Leaning down I grab your wrist before you hit looking down at you…
My eyes flare… “oh you think you are going to Top ME darling… just because you use My own toy against Me..” Oh… I want him… I want his body, his hands… his lips… yes his cock… but most… I want his heart and soul… and I don’t fucking settle. I keep his attention diverted with My voice and lips… I slip My nylon into My one free hand… aah… just a little…a little more to the left… YES!! His hand is on Mine that he is latching and My expertise with nylons… I have his wrist tied to Mine… I laugh at his surprised expression…” Remember darling… I have plenty talents that may surprise you.”
Grinning wolfishly… “Tied together my dear?” My, you are talented… I was going to tie you with your pretty little leather toy…” Looking into your eyes that are glowing red hot… I know what I want my dear… I can tell you have to be conquered… taken… but it’s on your turns… what you are willing to give… and what I will take… grabbing your wrist I pull you in kissing you for a second… letting it linger… even as you push back… “I’m not that easy”.. you growl… I laugh even as I wrap your wrist in mine… neither am I…
“Oh, but I think you are… I think You are a predator that has gotten lazy from easy prey you have access to in the dungeons… and you think to earn your bragging rights by having your time with ME” “Let Me just save you the trouble darling…,” I grab your neck with My free hand and kiss you long, slow and deep… letting you inhale My air into your lungs… Me supplying your breath… letting your breathing match Mine… as one… “I’m not one to have on an arm just for a night”
The kiss is beyond passionate… For a second maybe more… I slide into her rhythm… Everything they have said about her is true. She is mesmerizing… her scent overpowering triggering a hunger I have never felt in my soul. She is magnificent and she is right … she is not easy prey… She is worthy of fighting for and keeping permanently… but I will break her… I grab her wrists tightly and pin them together sliding her leather restraint over her wrists… Even as she gasps and I pin her back this time… My arms pinning her arms up… Now where were we my dear… Pulling her into my spell… feeling her weaken ever so slightly… I do so love the chase… I whisper…
I felt a change… a shift… in his presence…. something… I don’t know what. This at first seemed a game. but suddenly it isn’t anymore. I almost melted from the determined manner He pinned My hands up… To gain My ground back, I grind My hips against the large erection, slow and sensual… “Oh I can tell You do,” I part My lips in a moaning sigh “But so do I” My eyes half close reveling in the feel of his cock against me
Never have I had such a woman as this. Just when I think I have the tables turned… she spins it back on me… the feel of her hips pushing against my length… soaking through my pants even as her tongue runs along her lips teasing… the moan… the voice… my knees weaken… even as I push back against her and pin her harder against the wall. Letting my fingers roam down her hot little body… my lips finding her neck sucking on the soft flesh even as I tease her heat… “my, my… you are so ready for this… I like your eagerness beautiful….
‘Well, handsome… it’s one thing to claim My body… and that I will share… but that is all. You will not have Me as a plaything” “so come on, but I promise… I will have you begging by the time this night is over.” I lower My lips… sucking on his neck… tasting the salt on his skin… I nibble and moan as I do… “I can only imagine how delicious you are darling”
I feel her teeth biting down even as I pin her arms upward. meeting her lips… nibbling on her soft skin sliding my hands past her panties into her heat… I’m not the only one that is delicious… I could feel her knees weaken even as my own lips gilded down her neck and chest… so luscious. Letting my fingers wrap around her swollen nub…teasing her feeling her shake even as the slightest moan escapes… yet still there was the fire… the unyielding spirit… My teeth sink into the soft skin of her breasts teasing her… though the fabric… “You ready to yield… all the way to me baby?”
“and what do you mean by all the way, darling?” I respond breathlessly… my mind is reeling, but my hips won’t listen. They continue grinding back and forth… feeling His hand sliding smoothly against My wetness. The tingles building, electrifying my body with each nibble, kiss, lick…
I drop to my knees yanking her panties down as I fell… I want full access even as I grab her ass and pull her right onto my waiting tongue… I knew I had her… and I was going to enjoy all of her at that moment even as I felt her wrap her hands around my head her hips grinding as I slid my hand behind her holding her suspended as I worked my tongue back and forth… tasting her sweetness…
Oh… I knew He thought He had Me… Men…. so predictable… I began riding his tongue… feeling it darting in and out… He is so very good… I felt My muscles clinching around his tongue… I was moaning and squirming into his mouth… I knew it was time when I heard his own moans of delight in just tasting Me. I slide down and pinch his nose, sealing his mouth. “you get your air from Me pet… I’m the source of air for you… and you if need oxygen darling… You better make Me come”
My tongue is darting when she stops and pinches my nose… what a vixen… “Deny me air”. Both hands come crashing against her sweet ass until she yells I know that hurt! Naughty even as I grab her and pull her forward… Oh you’ll come baby… We both will… My hands grab her ass and hold her even as my tongue continues to work… feeling her bucking against me… I was going to make her cum… then take her hard after… what a woman… I was going to enjoy every inch of her and she was going to make me earn it… I listened to her voice go high even as her scream split the night… bingo…
Come see what the fuss is about…
This is from a previous event…
Live Write May 7th 2016
Elias & Sharon 8 pm
I love obedience… the look of you dressed in vintage corsets and stocking. the look of anticipation when you look at my favorite toys to use on that beautiful body. The anticipation is always brings me the most enjoyment… The mental part is always the first half of the dance that I have in store for us tonight. You look absolutely beautiful my dear…
You have earned my trust over time Sir. Your patience and training has made me want to do anything you ask of me without question. I wanted this night of play and passion to be enjoyable for us both
I love the interplay… the look. the absolute trust that you have given. you were not easy to break in. your rebellious nature at times was very trying. I know your bottom has born more than the brunt of my good firm hand along with my favorite paddle. Francois’ laughed when I asked to have one made for you for Christmas last year with your initials on it….
I never knew punishment could bring such pleasure. Your firm hand and all the things they do to my body, is like nothing else I have ever known. That is my favorite suit Sir. May I ask, as my eyes remain on the floor, did you wear that blue tie for me, since you know just how much I love it Sir?
It is our anniversary my dear. A lovely dinner at Le’ Chien’ followed by a night of carnal delight. I know how much you love that tie. It was the first tie you ever saw me in when we met. And your lingerie I picked myself… I always did have a thing for the vintage look… Such a lovely specimen of womanhood. I love the feel of your soft hair in my hand. how still you sit breathing gently. almost purring
I don’t dare move, not only because you’ve earned my obedience, but because I delight in the pleasure it gives you. I love how as we stroll through the restaurant to our seats. that every woman in the room wishes she were me. I do have a special surprise underneath what I’m wearing, but, that is for later, in our favorite spot. (smiling to myself)
You are a minx my dear. You know not asking permission before will always get you the paddle. But I digress. I am in a forgiving mood… You tease masterfully where before I had vanilla ice cream and one flavor you have expanded your horizons and now willingly explore all that I have to teach and offer… For me this is bliss my dear. The enjoyment I have with you as my sub. There is no other as it should be…
Our combination is pure poetic magic. You bring out a side to me that I never knew existed. The notes of music that you’ve written upon my heart are our symphony. I see my life in beautifully vivid colors. The way you taste on my lips after you’ve enjoyed my sweet nectar is my favorite flavor of so many I love to taste with you. But I’m sure before this night ends (I chuckle) you will want to use that Christmas paddle on my oh so firm ass Sir
Shall we begin the dance then? You always did love a little big band music… I think that will go lovely with what I have planned for tonight’s journey. After all your body has become the pathway for my delight… And I would be remiss with the look in your eyes if I did not start you on your journey…
I take your hands and the sparkle in your deep blue eyes always makes my breath catch when you look at me that way. I love the music they’re playing right now, “Fall Again” and that is what I do every time we’re together. You lead me to the dance floor and kiss me deeply right before we begin our first dance, but…I can’t wait for what I know will come right after dinner, as my heart continues to speed up with each passing moment
I always did love Vinyl. There is something so sublime in the mood even as Frank Sinatra wafts over our heads…. Grabbing your hand, I slide my hand around your waist and pull you tightly against me and look right into your eyes. Swimming in the still moments being reflected back at me even as I watch your shy smile play out across your lips…I love the anticipation even as I watch your tongue move across your lips and I lean in for a gentle kiss even as our lips part. and my hand comes firmly down on your bottom with a loud crack. Always expect the unexpected my dear…
My heart flutters whenever you watch me like that, if you’re not careful I will be a very naughty girl and beg you to take me right here in the middle of the dance floor. I know I promised to behave, but when I’m with you, I always quiver. You are what I need and what I never knew I wanted, I think to myself, that little surprise under my dress is going to make our evening so much better. and you catch me in that perceptive way as you always do right as I am about to be naughty
I lean forward dipping you into the melody… smiling wickedly. Pulling you up and spinning you out of my arms so you can move seductively around me, then beckoning with my hand and pulling you into my arms moving with the music. Almost a Samba. The way your body fits into mine even as I breathe deeply of your delicate scent. I watch the look in your eyes even as you glance in the direction of the bedroom. I lean in whispering. Patience. you will be consumed before the night is through my pet. I promise…
I love the way you dance with me. You’re firm but gentle hold, speaks to your patients and control you always show me. I want to be bad, for you to take me taste me, but more than that I want to be the woman you never stop looking like that, I want this moment to be us, just a man and a woman enjoying a love language that no one else speaks, I need to stay in the moment even though I know it’s hard
The music dips down rolling into the next song. The record player is loaded for a long night my dear. “Come…”, I walk you over to the wall. Pick your toys for tonight. But remember pick well. If you go to gentle. I will pick for you… And you know how much I love the fine line between pleasure and pain. Something soft, something hard, something delicate. something sharp, perhaps the wooden paddle with leather, or a belt or a switch. maybe the flogger but don’t forget the restraints my dear. I do want to make sure you can’t squirm too much. Smiling and looking into your eyes…
I’ve had several days to think about what you ask of me. I love the feel of the leather flogger, the one that has never been used for me. I would choose one of the many vibrators we’ve chosen together, but tonight, I will kindly and obediently ask that only your masterfully skilled tongue and hardened length enter my desperate need, my sweet spot, but first, remember those pearls you gave me, (I smile slyly) They need to be removed from my desperately needy pussy. they’re starting to slip out
My arm outstretched. To the bedroom now my dear. Let us see how well you have learned… I love watching your hips sway seductively even as my hand comes up against your ass. Naughty my dear that is one way to use the pearls. Lay on the bed.
I lay down, stretching myself up and spreading my legs wide. You see that there are no panties and you smile wickedly, suddenly the air in the room has become heated and our night of passion has just been taken to the beginning of our wicked night of play…
Lay on your back. Securing your arms above your head. My you are a naughty one. I wonder how long it will take to get your attention as I pull each one out gently. Even though you want speed. I push your legs back cracking your ass hard. I didn’t tell you to pull them off my dear.
Ouch! I squirm, but I love the delicious bite. I’m sorry sir I will try to be more patient, I need to quell my mind I tell myself. i know I am pushing this and I need to stop and just let it happen. I trust this man, I love this man and I want his best and I will give him mine just as I promised when he collared me. Yes sir I will behave,
I grab the leather flogger and work it across your soft cheeks. Then smile wickedly even as you wrap your hands around the restraints. I look down at you even as I reach over and grab a bottle of chilled water and give you a drink. Then setting the bottle down. I crack your bottom again hard watching the soft skin dip in from the impact. That was for your impatience
I know I should be ashamed but this man…omg this man is not only my sunrise and sunset, but he’s the yes on my lips. I feel my skin heat with each Whoosh, and the more it bites, the more it spurs me on, I finally stop moving and look him straight in the eye and say… “Take anything you want I’ll do anything you ask” and with that he does the thing I love the most…Mmm
Now what am I to do with your wet pearls my dear? Hmm…? My you have left me with a dilemma. Do I pull them gently out with my fingers? or allow my teeth to wrap around the clasp and pull them out one by one and listen to you squeal as they slide out from your soft folds. I so love making you squirm my dear. I think a little of both… but first let me secure your legs. There, much better…
I have just enough movement that it doesn’t hurt. I feel free instead of restrained. “Sir it’s your choice but…” I hope he’ll pull them out fast. The feel of those pearls as each one hits my clit makes me almost cum, just thinking about it. “You decide, I’ve been naughty Sir and I know the choice is only yours to make”
Leaning down letting my mouth pull against the clasp even as my hands gently massage. Watching your body move against me… This shouldn’t take long. and you have been so impatient. Yes, I will take what is mine. and my dear. Each one of them belong to me… Sliding a pillow under your bottom. Hold against the restraints my dear… I pull in a gentle rhythm watching each pearl emerge from your warmth…
I am about to lose it I know I have to wait as I’m always instructed, But…but…thump…thump I am about to burst just when I think it’s a lost cause they are pulled out
I increase the tempo watching your body move as I play you skillfully watching your body rise to its crescendo. I love the sound of your scream splitting the night. The way you shake even as I see your heart jackhammering against your chest. The gasps the look of release. utter bliss… This is only the beginning my dear. There are so many more to come…
Riley & Zorha 9 pm
The chains on my hands chafe, as I pull against them. I have failed. She lives, mere feet from me she watches as I am caged. But if they think they will take me quietly, they are mistaken.
Silly Man! in his folly he misjudged “The Lady of the Snow” Now where did that get him? he is a fine look specimen although. i might have some use for him….
I bide my time. Patience I have learned. Few know the true power of it, to wait, ready. My time is not yet done. They may have caught me, but while life still beats in my chest they have not defeated me.
What is your name and why should I not have you killed this minute? I know the name you gave me is not your true name! you used my need to feed as a way to get into my bed! Who send you? I will let your Rot in that Cage until you give me these Answers. if you do this I will make sure that your death is a quick one!
I lift my eyes and look into hers, showing her that I am not afraid. Lady of Snow, I an Syrth. My blade was bought and so with it my silence. Do what you will with me, you will not get more.
My hunger has yet to be filled… I could have given you your wildest sexual fantasy…You could have touch the stars in my bed. I The Demon Queen of Tarsus, Yuki Onna…My powers are Great Syrth. I might not feed from you, but I can promise you pain… So you thirst? or is your body still hungry for the meal that you interrupted with your blade? None can give you what I can!
“My hunger does not rule me, my Lady, but yours seems insatiable. I do not doubt there are pleasures you can provide, but they are trifles to me. You may be surprised what you yourself missed out on this eve.”
Her Boy starved for both Blood and Sex. She walks to the cage so that Syrt can smell her arousal, this is what will break him! he too is a male demon in his prime, and she was thought seduction by the best whores in the human realm! She takes the dagger off the Cage, and with the skill of a butcher, slices down Sort arm. Ah the sweet smell of the male blood and the male body…
The blade draws across me; its bite is sweet pain. I draw it in, and let it burn.
She is primed, I can sense it, in her scent, in her eye, in her movement. She has learned her arts well. But there are other arts.
Come out here where I can see you better. ah that is good!
The blade draws across me; its bite is sweet pain. I draw it in, and let it burn.
She is primed, I can sense it, in her scent, in her eye, in her movement. She has learned her arts well. But there are other arts.
His tall lean body was a thing of beauty… I see the glaze in his eyes…
Not to worry My pet, i see you thinking… let’s stop all of this, we both need to be sated! let’s call a blood truce for tonight, and see where we are tomorrow
His tall lean body was a thing of beauty… I see the glaze in his eyes…
Not to worry My pet, i see you thinking… let’s stop all of this, we both need to be sated! let’s call a blood truce for tonight, and see where we are tomorrow
She opens the cage, and I move out from its bars, rising before her. The blood runs dark down my arm, and slickens the chains upon my hands, but they hold. Patience. I stand tall, my eyes intent on this creature before me. Her body sways in the folds of her dress, emphasizing the curves beneath.
Licking the blood from the wound I have made, oh by the Goddess he is sweet. I feel him shutter. so much more Pet!
Her tongue across my flesh is sharp fire. It sears. I draw breath, sharp, and taste the scent of her, a liquor deep and powerful.
A growl rises inside me, unbidden, but not unwelcome. I advance against her, my body pressed to hers.
See I told you pet. give me your blood oath and the chains come off and we finish what was started! I lick and bit his beautiful nipple, hearing on growl after another…I see that his cock is beginning to harden
Just a simple Oath, one you cannot break and i am yours
The power of her is palpable, I can feel it around me, threatening. She is strong, but I am no weakling.
Her teeth upon my chest, I lower my mouth to her ear, drawing my tongue across it, before I take it into my teeth, and bite, just enough.
Again I advance, pressing her backwards.
The feel of his warm tongue and the stinging bite…Sets my body to heat and my hunger to rise. The battle yesterday has left me hungry ..as he forces her back…Okay then she looks into his eyes and bits his lower lip, drawing blood. Sucking and working the blood out Yuki’s need grows. she takes his chains and leads him to the bed chamber and waits to hear the words she needs
She yells at him. “SAY IT DAMN YOU!”
She drinks. She needs. The blood will be her undoing. He needs time. He needs her to need it.
Flexing my arm, the blood flowing freely, I move toward her, slow. My own blood in my mouth pools, the sweet tang. She stands her ground…. good girl. I advance and take her lips in mine, pressing my blood against her lips with my tongue. Drink deeply Lady Snow.
Sucking on his delicious Blood and feeling the staring of his body, send me into a feeding rage!
The wetness that has begun between my legs is flowing like a river.
My hands, now drenched in my own blood, the bite of steel moves across them, tearing. But pain I have known, and pain is no enemy to me.
She draws my blood deep, and her teeth bite deeper into my lip. I press her back against the bed, and follow her to its surface, my tongue dancing with hers as my blood flows.
The Need of my body is almost as great as my hunger. I whisper. I need your body inside of me Now! SAY THE FUCKING WORDS
My hand slides free, and I bring them round, sliding them over her body.
“I give no oath Lady Snow, but this night you live, and this night we dance. Tomorrow there are no promises. “I grip her dress and tear it from her, opening her body to my hands.
She hears nothing but feels everything, she wraps her body around Sort like a snake and pushes her hot core onto the bulge in his pants Take me now!
The scent of her, the fire, they burn and meld. I free myself from the clothing that keeps me, and I move over her.
My cock is hard and dips down to the core of her. My hands rise up her body as I move into her, filling her with me.
The completion sends her to vote his neck and bring her to and instant orgasm
Deep inside her, my hand moves to her lips, the blood still flowing there, I dip my fingers in. “Drink”
I say, as I withdraw and press again.
i suck and enjoy the fell of his passions. Goddess don’t let this end and she knew it must!
Again, I watch as she succumbs to her needs, as I press into her.
Dawn & Elias 10 pm
Aahh… there he is … the devil himself. I know what he’s thinking. I’m going to be a nice feral kitty to just play with like a mouse then toss aside like his other conquests. Not this Domme. Just like all the other tough Dom’s, He thinks he can take Me. Don’t’ I have a surprise for Him. Oh, I respect Him as an equal. His skills as a Dominant have been whispered at the dungeon We both frequent. But I am not one to play, and I am not one to bend the knee… not for just anyone. And I am not after just His mind. I’m claiming his heart and soul as well. And I refuse to settle for anything less.
“I see You managed to not get lost, and early too. Anxious are We?” I say with a purr… “It’s all right, Darling… I’ll let You worship Me all You wish… on My terms” flashing My seductive smile.
Why you little minx… I see the kitty has her claws out and is ready to play? I shall enjoy conquering you. One such as you require patience and skill. And I have both. I am never late for anything. It is a sign of respect for the woman as well as myself… Besides that, way I can take my time and enjoy the fine view that you are giving me… I see you like the art of the conquest yourself. This shall be divine. Almost like a Tango my dear. Let us see how we move together this night…. by the way my dear. We shall see who worships who before the night is through… Smiling back at your eyes glinting seductively…
Laughing with the thrill of the hunt. ” OH please, do dance with Me.” I present the prettiest pout I can manage. “So many have thought to sweep little ole’ Me off My feet but soon discovered they couldn’t keep up.” I gracefully get up…circling My prey. I let My southern drawl wash over HIs mind. “think You can??” “Think You have what it takes to tame Me, Darling?”. “I am sure You have heard how most of My precious subbies used to be on the other side of the whip.” “I will admit You do have courage, however I have always said there is a fine line between bravery and stupidity.” the playful gleam in My eye portraying My playfulness.
Oh you are the devil himself my dear. I do so love a challenge. I have heard stories of your converted subs… and how that beautiful voice washes over and slowly draws away their confidence. How you flip the game on them so suddenly that they crave your dominance… So what am I going to get tonight my dear? Will the Domme show herself fully or will I break you down and make you my submissive? I know you don’t give yourself fully to any man or woman. I also know it’s a right that is earned. To bed you is the highest form of acceptance by you. But you are a tigress that so must be tamed… I smile back watching you as you move around me your fingers and voice moving across my mind.
I purr knowing I’m enticing You already. Time to draw You in My web. The stakes are much higher than a tryst in the bed. Anyone can do that… I’m not just anyone… and I am going to have what I want. “Oh You do have that correct, Darling” the term of endearment whispered as I nibble on Your ear from behind. Running My hands through Your hair at the back of Your neck, you feel Me pull. “To bed Me is Me giving You everything. And I am not one to consider My submission a gift. I know it’s an expectation. That is why I won’t submit arbitrarily.” ” So do not try to make Me cry out that I belong to You, because I don’t” The moment You do, I will own You.”
Smiling wickedly. Listening to the whisper. I spin around locking eyes with you watching as you circle your tongue dancing across your seductive lips… Yes, you are a minx. I know what you want my dear… I don’t expect to just take you. that would be to easy… It has been months since we first started this Tango… just to get to this point. I don’t want you to cry out. not the first time or the third. eventually you will cry out willingly. my name rushing from that beautiful throat. the one I will have my fingers on before the night is through. I do remember how much you enjoy breath play. Reaching out even as you dance aside. Let us see who is the huntertonight. I am going to get what I want. you can count on it…
The growl rises from My chest as the tingles start to making Me drip. I stare back, determined, unflinching, daring You to prove Me wrong. Daring You to show Me what You’ve got. ” You have been a patient One. that I will give You.” My head falls back slightly, golden curls waving… lips parted thinking of Your fingers on My throat as My breasts rise and fall with the image dancing in My mind. “but I also remember how You adore My tongue and all the ways I know how to stimulate with it. “” You know I can bring You to Your knees even though I am on Mine.”
I raise an eyebrow and smile leaning… Oh I love to watch that beautiful face flush. I love the look of want yet you draw your line in the sand. Wanting me to cross over. I move toward you watching your eyes. the hair waving even as you smile. leaning down I dart my hand out wrapping it around the back of your neck and lock eyes with you. Something so subtle as a kiss… your lips draw me like fire my dear… you would deny one such as I something so precious… leaning in even as I watch your eyes close… meeting me in the middle… Shh…. don’t worry… it is only the beginning.
Damn it! I feel Myself blush. I bring My resolve back into focus and I’ll be if He isn’t enjoying this right now. I bring that edge back to My eyes. I feel My pride kick in. then…. I am only a small petite thing and those hands of His…. God those hands, one holding Me steady right at the back of My neck…like a kitten. His eyes locked… and I know. I know He’s going to kiss me…. I know it and so I brace myself as if preparing for a tsunami to my gut… it’s all I can do till I buy Me some time.
Now I whisper. my voice washing over you… I can feel her tensing her body even as I lean in my tongue caressing her ear for a second. It is only a kiss my dear. Not a submission. I can feel you wanting to push even as I touch the middle of her chest above her breasts feeling her heart beat. Your body says one thing. your mind the other. Your fight is apparent. I lean in my lips brushing hers even as I feel her push back against me… I lean back. smiling. my eyes glinting. See you did not melt into a puddle… not yet anyways. but I can tell your body is getting warm… so delicious… I say my tongue moving across my lips…
The fire back with His teasing. ” No I didn’t melt… but I almost think You are afraid You might. “” Afraid You won’t be the same after getting a taste of these lips… afraid I just might Claim You instead…” My eyes challenge… My lips red and panting from desire and frustration… My cleavage so close to Your palm where you feel My heart beating underneath it. “You are…. pet.” The moment I said it…. I knew… I did something bad……
Pet my dear?? Tsk tsk… I am no one’s pet…. I am many things. I say wrapping my hands tightly around the back of her neck and my other gently traces the soft contours of her chest between the valley of pleasure. I lock eyes with her. Leaning in. I am not afraid. My breathing is normal my dear. You on the other hand are like a map that I am reading quite well at the moment I say raising an eyebrow. I pull you in. The kiss has been long coming I say locking your lips and holding you in place…. Feeling your lips part as my tongue darts forward tasting what is mine… I lean back smiling. Let us see who is afraid tonight my dear. the bed awaits… To be continued.
Come see what the fuss is about…
This is from a previous event…
Live Write May 7th 2016
Come see what the fuss is about…
This is from a previous event…
Live Write March 5th 2016
Sharon: I can’t believe you remembered this spot. Remember how you came up to me when I was sunbathing and told me I was the prettiest girl on the beach?
Elias: I do remember it vividly; I asked fransico if he would let us have it again to celebrate our anniversary. It seemed only fitting since it was the first time I had seen you in all of your radiant beauty.
Sharon: I can’t believe it’s been five years since our first kiss. The way you looked into my eyes as if no one else in the world but I existed
Elias: I remember at the time being utterly captivated. Your smile was the start of it. Then I looked into your eyes, it was midday and the sunlight reflected against your face. The soft lines and contours as I took you all in. To say that I was smitten at the moment would be an understatement my dear.
Sharon: I remember thinking why you were interested in me. I was still so young and awkward, but you were so sweet and your gesture touched my heart and it’s never stopped,
Elias: I had Francisco bring the Don Perignon and it is chilled how you like it. Sunset on Rosario Beach is always lovely here. As a man when you meet the one that you want to spend the rest of your life with, the one that you want to watch all of your sunsets with, being sweet comes naturally my dear in both the good times and the bad.
Sharon: You always have made it easy, I remember thinking how amazing you smelled and with the soft summer breeze blowing its heady effects were multiplied. Your beautiful brown eyes were so warm and inviting and I felt myself getting lost within them.
Elias: Innocence and beauty go hand and hand my dear. It makes one savor the flavor all the more I remember thinking the same with you. You smelled of roses and your blue eyes were delicate, I wanted to dive into the waters of your soul at that moment and explore your depths in great detail. I felt like I had discovered the taste of what love was like at that moment,
Sharon: The very first time your lips touched mine, it felt like the first time, it was like my soul knew yours and had forever and when you took my hand in yours and asked me my favorite color and what music I liked, I’d never had someone care enough to ask,
Elias: I love the candles that Francisco added around the bed. I remember that you said 60s folk music and I did my best to sing all the song’s I knew. The bonfire on the beach was a lovely way to have a first date, even if it was with all of our friends. Remember the guitar? I still have it an old traveler, it’s gotten beat up over the last five years, but it still carries a pretty tune, just like you my dear, you do know the pathways to a man’s heart. I brought the music, I think a little frank Sinatra “Girl from Ipanema” will be appropriate, leaning down and taking you in my arms shall we slow dance to the sunset? Let the light dip into the cool waters of the pacific, I know I cannot think of anywhere I would rather be then with you at this moment at this place, watching the stars rise and your lips inviting me for the first kiss, how did you plan all of this without me knowing
Sharon: My love you’re always full of surprises. You spoil me and make me feel like a treasured gift. You make me want to give you everything I have, and so much more. I hope you always look at me the way you do now. You’re my reason to smile the laughter in my heart and you’re all mine.
Elias: (Smiling) It took a bit to pull off (laughing) it worked right? Shh…First dance and a kiss are mine. I always think of honey when I kiss you. I love how you close your eyes when my lips touch yours. The expectation is always the same right down to when the shiver runs through you.
Sharon: Do you have any idea how much I adore you? The way I feel is bigger than the heavens. You have made me complete and yet you always give me so much encouragement, “Do you remember the first time you held me in the water? I was so nervous and you my love, were the calm in my storm, my heart was beating so fast and at the time I thought it was because I was scared , but it was you always you.
Elias: The first swim I remember chasing you down the beach when you undid my bathing suit you vixen, when I caught you and kissed you and held you, even after you kept laughing and beating on my back, even after I had to grab my suit and hold it up so I didn’t give the neighbors a show.
Sharon: You want to know a secret? I was kind of disappointed, I was hoping you would continue, by that point, I didn’t care all I could think was please don’t stop, please never stop, but I was still too shy to tell you un-like now (she said with desire in her eyes).I can tell you anything, ask for what I want knowing you’ll always say yes
Elias: (Pulling the canopy closed on the bed) come here (Patting the soft spot next to me), the sun has set and the stars are playing above us. I want to be close and enjoy the moment. Opening the champagne and pouring two glasses, pulling your hair back and pulling you in for a deeper kiss.
Sharon: Mmm, you know how that excites me, is that music I hear? Or is it the song I love the most, your beating heart? Please tell me what I long to hear, what I can never get enough of. I wore this red dress, just for you, “Do you like the slit in it? The way it caresses my silky skin?
Elias: I love you, the dress is gorgeous …Running my fingers up the slit and watching that smile, a small shiver runs up your leg. Now drink up and smile, five years is a time to celebrate fully wrapping my arms around you and kissing you hungrily, letting my tongue part your lips even as my hands start to explore. Pushing you back into the bed and watching your arms lay across the top of your head, letting my mouth glide along your neck even as your breath starts to come in small gasps, I do know what it does to you my dear, letting my hands explore, even as I watch your eyes glow brightly and your hunger rising as does mine.,
Sharon: I’m so happy I chose this dress, no bra needed, as my hardening nipples are calling out for your moist mouth. My heart rate is picking up even more speed and there you are, taking my breast into your mouth as your other hand feels the weight of the other breast in your warm hand.
Elias: I love tracing my tongue along the small valley between your breasts, the way you hold your breath, as I playfully lick and let my tongue dart teasing the soft skin letting my fingers glide over your breasts.
Sharon: I love when you close your eyes not wanting to miss the sensations. I’m feeling my head fall even further back and my back begins to arch like that of a cat; then I remember how much you love what my hands do, reaching down for your manhood.
Elias: Sliding my hands between your valley between the warmth, I can feel you hungrily exploring fingers reaching down seeking my length pushing forward allowing you freedom even as my fingers glide past the elastic teasing your heat fanning your flames.
Sharon: I move away from your mouth even though it’s almost impossible, but I live to make you happy and my fingers slowly find your zipper and it’s just at that moment, you abruptly stop me with that familiar look in your eyes. I know we are both ready for our long awaited journey together. I love listening to the soft moans escaping your lip.
Elias: I stand letting the pants drop sliding on top. I pull your dress up and slide your panties down, leaning in I kiss you, even as you wrap your arms around me, guiding me in, it feels like warm silk bliss I never grow tired of it. Kissing you hard, as I move with you and the ocean’s waves, setting the pace that is soft and delicate, Frank playing in the background its perfect.
Sharon: Nobody does it like Frank and you my love, are the reason why romantic songs and dreams were created. I will never get enough of you as long as I live, so now, please take me I am all yours.
Elias: Grabbing your hands, riding harder with each crash of the waves, you look in my eyes deep, letting my hips buck with your rhythm, guiding me as your legs wrap around my back arching moans climbing as do mine. I love you arching into the release with you even as a loud crash of the waves greets our bliss. Thank you for five years, I cannot think of anything more beautiful….The End:)
This is from a previous event..
Live Write February 6th 2016
I love the complete obedience… on your knees my dear… Let me gaze upon your beauty and drink hungrily from the fire I see inside…
I love being your slave Sir you’ve trained me well and in my submission you make me feel beautiful and I love being your toy
Toy is such a harsh word my dear… I demand your obedience…Your submission is everything to me… but your heart your soul is not a toy to me… It is something I cherish as we start this journey together…
In my brokenness you found me and gave me the time I needed to learn to trust you and I never want to disappoint you or let you down
Smiling and slowly caressing your cheek… I am your teacher my dear… Your soul was mine to caress…I crave the journey from dark to light… from winter to summer… and all the seasons in between. You would never let me down… that journey would be yours to find first. Even in submission I demand some form of strength from you my dear…
You are the kiss upon my longing lips my I ache for your touch I become wet with longing for you just from the utterance of my name upon your lips
Come here my dear… put your head upon my lap… let me stroke the soft strands and hear the soft moan come from your lips… I love the feel of your hair… especially when it is braided… It is a thing of beauty to hold as I move with your submission and you dance with my dominance
I know how much you love my braid the touch of your fingertips as you run them through my tresses is like nothing else, your gentleness before we play and enjoy each other reminds me of the aftercare and what will always be something we both cherish
I would have you bend but not break… I would have you yield yet show strength… In all the subtle nuances that make you perfect to me… That is what I find so tantalizing… so delicious… The act of letting me have you completely… rubbing my hands along your cheek and pulling your head back… for the first kiss… open let me taste your hunger…
I’ve never done all the things we’ve done together when you sought me out I was looking and searching for what, I didn’t know but then you were there my complete submission my gift is yours because you love me so completely mind body and soul
Looking into the wells that bubble with light… into the eyes that pull a thousand sons from orbit and shine bright only for me… I savor your submission as I savor all of you….. The taste of your lips against mine… My teeth grazing… while I hold your face tightly taking what is mine that you have given…. letting my hands wrap around your head… holding you as you look at me and melt…
The way you bite my lips kissing me deeper and devouring me completely owning me taking me “Mm” I and losing myself to your touch and I hope you will start to lead me into that special place that is only for you choosing the ties that bind
Letting my tongue dance… across yours… the playful bite… teeth grazing your soft lips… letting my fingers glide down your arms… my other on your chest… exploring… waiting for the sharp intake of breath… savoring the road we are about to travel…
The familiar tingles down my spine the shivers you always give me the way you own my pleasure I need you like my next breath and I know you have always been mine just as I’m yours
Breaking the kiss… Stand baby… pulling you to me… Grabbing you… letting my lips graze across your chest… my fingers wrapped across the soft folds of your ass…. biting down on the soft flesh of your breasts… pinning you to me…. MINE……
I wait in such anticipation ready for the red mark that will be on my ass as I know the redder you more your cock hardens and I want you to be dripping with pre-cum and I love your marks of ownership
I love to feel you almost crawling out of your skin…. my fingers pinching even as you look at me and my hands rises and falls cracking across your ass…. I love to watch you wince even as you rock back. Both cheeks already glowing….
Whoosh! The sharp sting of your lash feels painful but I love it because your hand soothes my cheek and then I know I am getting close to sub space and everything will soon go white and I’ll see stars and there will be nothing but you and everything I need
Smiling at you my hand cracks across your cheeks again… the pain is exquisite even as I push you back… grabbing your gorgeous hair and spinning you around on all fours…. so beautiful my dear…. my own desire rising in my chest…
I want you to enter hard and fast I want you hard thrust inside my pussy the throbbing of your hard need your balls filled with your hot seed “Faster! Harder” I cry you reach under my breasts and squeeze my nipple hard as you continue
Smiling… my you are hungry my pet…. but you said you crave my length dripping for your taste…. your hungry lips would deny me and you both that pleasure before I enter so forcefully and crash down the gates of your pleasure… Holding your hair and standing in front of your lips… look at me… savor my pet… tonight… you will birth every dream you have so craved… enjoy the moment…
There’s nothing I want more than to take you into my warm waiting mouth the pressure the pleasure I bring you taking you deeply and then holding as long as possible tenderly enjoying your balls feeling the weight of them in my fingers
Savor and enjoy… ass up my pet… as you savor I shall command… cracking both hands across your glowing cheeks…. move forward against me then back…. Let my seed dance across your lips my pet… draw desire from deep within my loins…
I shallow every last delicious drop. I smile knowing only I can do that for you my Dom my Sir I know you are already hardening for the next part of our journey my ass stinging my stomach is full and I pray you’ll put your mouth upon my sex
Spinning away from your hunger wrapping my hands across your neck and hair… letting my length glide across your ass dripping looking for the door to your paradise… letting my still semi hard length move against your soft folds.. listening for the whimper…. the doorbell for my entry…
I throb and I tingle as the blood flow raises to the spot, my nub so full almost bursting at your first touch but I know you own my pleasure you I wait and wait until you allow me my release
Pushing you down into the floor lifting your ass into the air… allowing my length to glide into your warmth pressing against your nub. Holding you tightly I hear you whimper as I pass through your gates… my hips moving like a piston against your frame as I pull you into each thrust… your moans loud as you meet me slapping in the middle… My eyes roll back enjoying the bliss
The waves continue and your warm breath upon my skin is like a blanket that comforts my every part my soul my need for you I will never deny entry to paradise I am your gateway your addictive drug just as you are mine
Gripping you tightly the moment is building for us both… Grabbing your hair I pull your head back kissing you….You are mine my pet…. fully… give to me what I command… what I desire… I shall mark you fully… claim that what you have given… Increasing the tempo…. Looking into your eyes… riding the wave with you fully… Mine…..
My eyes closed tightly as I feel every sensation wash over me “Open your eyes” You say firmly but tender you feast upon my lips that taste like Heaven the bite and scratches and marks will be the reason why I will smile tomorrow as I look at my body and see only you.