Author: songtothedarkness

Conquest [vampire][mf][wife taken while husband watches]

We crossed paths with the vampire in an upscale city restaurant. Not necessarily the kind of place where you expect your life to change forever.

She noticed him first. Of course. We had been talking when her gaze flicked a bit to the side, but instead of returning to the conversation, she froze there. Her intensity made me turn around to see what she was seeing, and even though he wasn’t staring at me, I was instantly hit with a fierce arousal, as if some kind of forbidden spell surrounded him.

He was handsome, chiseled in features, and had dark, arresting eyes. I imagined that I was aware of my wife’s heart beating harder and harder. And I could sense his thoughts. His desire for her. His confidence. His primal determination to subjugate her to him. And my cock was throbbing to witness it, even though I hated myself for bowing to him.

He smiled and nodded slightly, not much of an effort, but the command in the gesture made both of us scramble up from our seats. We followed him down a hallway where we passed people who took no notice of us. After a turn, we stood alone, even though the murmurs of the room we left still sounded close. Read more »

Orchestrations [oral][art][mf][mm]

As he entered the concert hall behind Katerina, his arousal was already thudding red and molten.

The interview had been surprising and mind-blowing, frankly. Katerina was a Ph.D. candidate in music theory and working hard on her dissertation. That was the essence of the ad he responded to—participation in an academic project. The music she intended to create, however, broke new ground of human expression. He was walking to toward the stage to become a part it.

The curious arousal swam now through every pulsing blood vessel in his body. Katerina did not disclose what the capsule contained that she handed him. He just complied, swallowing it down with the pre-placed bottle of water.

The chairs on the stage were circled from the last orchestral performance. Only one chair was occupied. Another student, a guy, watched them approach.

“This is Nate,” she said. “He will be assisting me.”

Where the conductor would otherwise stand, a table was placed. Spotlights glared down on cushions that had been arranged on the top of it. Lastly, a large pillow was fluffed at the head.

“Are you ready to be naked?” she asked. Read more »

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The Unnamed [supernatural][curiosities][mf][voyeurism][obsession]

Even today, three years later, I cannot tell you what the creature is, whether it has a name, or a certain purpose. I have tried to speak to it, but then it eludes me, making it extraordinarily difficult to find again. But it allows me follow it. To watch. To feed my insatiable, unhealthy lust I suffer because of it. But a certain distance only.

It looks human, but I can’t imagine it is. At least not without mutation. It appears to be a reasonably handsome man, and that’s the first indication of abnormality. From the first instant it comes within close proximity to a woman, a change comes over her. He (I’ll call it “he”) is not nearly attractive enough to draw attention from across a room. And yet, when he is close, the woman turns almost in shock, like the most gorgeous celebrity in her fantasies just said hello to her.

That face these women first make is what imprinted on my mind and created my obsession. That flush, the widening eyes, the parting lips, the nervous self-consciousness—they all made me burn to see where such potent desires would lead. Read more »

The Night the Barriers Crumbled [mf][mom/son][18][virgin][nurturing][oral][age]

Growing up, when the first sexual desires stirred in him, they burned for the exotic. The far away. The non-familiar. But now that he was 18, about to go to college, and still a virgin, the sexual tension had piled to immense, pounding heights. The stakes had become so high. He was afraid to approach other people. He didn’t know how to make the plunge. The possibility of rejection felt too immense. Unsurvivable.

He had started to think about, and crave, nurturing. To be taught. Gently. Lovingly. But no girl would to do that. Girls were too young and inexperienced. Older women were tantalizing for that reason. And increasingly, thoughts had been drawn to his mother.

His mother protected him and evoked a deep, primal familiarity. These emotions drew him to her, but some barrier ultimately repulsed him sexually. Yet, she would understand him best, wouldn’t she? She would take that very special care.

The week prior had tortured him with nonstop arousal. His hormones must have been gushing through his bloodstream. He knew it was natural at his age, but the knowledge didn’t cure all that frustrated euphoria. His mother had caught him hiding his persistent erection throbbing against his sweatpants. The initial glimmer of shock on her face had quickly melted to sympathy, however. Regardless, he had taken to wearing jeans in the house. Read more »

A cock-worshipping fantasy [slow][so slow][m4A]

“How long has it been since you last let your cock cum?”

“F-five days.”

“Mmmmmm. Perfect. How does it feel right now?”

“I-I’m so hard, I could, I’m afraid, I might, cum in pants.”

“I can see it in your face. You’re so aroused, you’re losing your mind.”

[Closes eyes and moans.] “Oh fuck….”

“Does that feel good? On your hard cock? You need to get it out of these pants.”

“Oh yes. Yes. Yessssss.”

“Jesus, you are throbbing. Fuck, what a sexy, perfect cock.”

“I don’t know if….”

“Lie back. Yes, all the way. Let your cock be free. Let it do whatever it wants. Whatever it needs to do. Yes, that’s it. Let your cock dance. Beautiful. So beautiful.”

[Shivering moans.]. “Ohhh. Ohhhhhhhh. Oh!!”

“Your cock snapped to attention when I blew on you. God, your veins are pulsing.”

[Sudden, shrill moan.] “Ahhhhh!!!”

“Just one lick. You feel delicious. You taste delicious.”

[Arching back, thrusting cock higher.]. “Ahhhhh, fuck!!!!”

“Two licks. Every fucking hard ridge of your cock. Your pleasure is so erotic.”

[Panting.] “I’m so close. I’m so close.” Read more »

You Told Me (m4f)(m4a)(making wife’s lesbian fantasy come true)(restraint)

Many times, you told me that you did not want to go to your grave without experiencing sex with another girl. You told me how much you craved to know what a pussy feels like on your lips. How she would taste and moan. So I listened and planned.

When I found who would be the one, your face flushed to hear about her age, her aggressiveness. Your lips parted when I told you of her beauty and fierce passions. Your heavy breathing quickened, and you groaned when I didn’t wait a moment longer to tie your wrists and pull your arms over your head. Stripping you of your clothes, your protection, I left your chest heaving naked on the bed. Your breasts shivered. You struggled against impossible excitement to breathe.

Then, she came into the room.

You groaned long and deep and painfully.

The intensity in her eyes burned like black fire as she mounted the bed and straddled you. She leaned back, flaring her pussy lips and rocking her hips. She dripped her brimming river of desire onto your chest. My freed cock could barely stand it. Not throbbing anymore. Just granite-hard and shuddering. Read more »

Metronome [mf][age?]

She felt her face flush, and the music teacher smiled. The room’s quiet pushed down on her. Squeezed her. Could he hear her heart pounding?

Moments ago, she was convinced that it was ridiculous to have her pants off on the piano bench and legs up, but now it might be delicious. A few moments more, and the revelation was feet-in-warm-sand, standing on the shores of the extraordinary.

“We will start with largo,” he said, adjusting the metronome.

The arm began to tick back and forth with a single feather attached. She gasped, staring up at him with sudden adoration. Each brush of the feather on her most sensitive places made her mind open a little more to what promised to be beautiful, swirling symphonies.

A Bisexual Conversation [mm][oral][desire]

“Don’t make up your mind yet. Let me prove it you.”

“What are your going to prove?”

“That I understand.”

“You mean what’s inside my mind?”

“Yes.”

“And you think you can?”

“There are things you can’t admit. But wish you could. I can see it in your eyes.”

“Interesting.”

“So why hesitate?”

“Well, it seems like a no-win scenario.”

“How so?”

“If you are wrong, then that’s going to be a disappoint. And pretty damn awkward. If you’re right, then you are going to have way more insight into my mind than I care for.”

“We don’t know each other, right? Not much, at least. We have that distance of strangers, that attraction of strangers, which allows me to give something very special to you.”

“And what is that?”

“The experience you are so looking for.”

“Keep going.”

“Look around. There are men around us everywhere. They all have that sexual thing you find so erotic. And yet, not a single one of them is accessible. You can go through your entire life, and not a single one of them is ever going to be accessible. Not without great risk. Not without you having to slog through the realities of finding a partner. Just think of how hard it is to reach a point of intimacy with a woman, much less a man.” Read more »

We Invite You To Take a Seat [group][sci-fi][medical]

Odd chairs lined the room.

Not medical, really, but medical-like with much more comfort. Attachments supported feet and legs. Outstretched arms too. The people in the chairs would have seemed in perfect relaxation if it weren’t for their faces. She couldn’t stop staring at the faces. It was some kind of mix of religious rapture and pleasure so sharp and unrelenting that it bordered on pain.

Her knees felt weak and wobbly.

She couldn’t keep her composure knowing that she was probably going to be one of them soon.

“We hang the serum here,” the man said. “It is a very small tube and a very small needle. Most people don’t even feel it going in, so don’t worry.”

“What is it like?” she asked. “The effects of the serum, I mean.”

“I can’t tell you from personal experience. That is a strict condition of working here. You can’t also be a collection subject. It’s one or the other. But him right here, and that woman over there, they used to work here. They wanted to be on the other side after seeing all of this. They tell me it’s indescribable. As if your body is nothing but pleasure coursing through every nerve and blood vessel. The hormones we collect here are usually released in such small amounts. They are that potent. These people are producing them at one hundred times the rate. So that should give you a sense of what they are experiencing.” Read more »

Emancipation [mf][bondage][helplessness][poetry]

You sipped helpless pain like wine

Cutting wrists with ropes so your breasts heaved

With no prayer of crossing and covering them

But truly you dreamed of far more dangerous seas

Where so many have drowned with no name

No welcoming destination

And so I pulled your legs perilously apart

To expose your pussy like a wound

Cloven at the moment of your conception

And there the black leather slapped

No mercy

Not one fucking shred of mercy

And your silk curtains parted

Bucked

Screamed

Glistening thirsty

Desperate for annihilation

Exoneration

And your cries to my blows were vicious

To please stop, never stop

To

*slap*

Oh god, convulsing

Wrenching on ropes

Pussy opening, gasping

Wet with monstrous exhilaration

Destroying your hostile boundaries

And horrendously pretty praises

And still the blows

Marched relentless

Until your breaths were merely frozen shivers

As if you heard the most mesmerizing horrors approaching

Until the last slap

Splashed dripping pearl rivers

Across your thighs

And you gave birth

Roaring Read more »