She kisses him passionately as she pushes him up against the wall. She rips off his shirt and unbuttons his pants. Gently kisses down neck…then his chest…and stomach. Then, she pulls his pants down and softly kisses his inner thighs, making him yearn for her mouth to wander other places. She tells him not to worry, that she’ll get there. She stands back up and nibbles his ear. Whispers that her pussy is dripping wet. He leans forward to kiss her, but she pushes him back against the wall and gets on her knees. Without her even touching him with her hands, he feels her hot mouth on his throbbing cock. He moans deeply and she moans at the thought of how turned on she’s making him. She feels him get even harder and pauses for a moment. She licks the tip of his cock while looking up into his eyes. He leans his head back as he’s overwhelmed by such intense feelings. She takes his cock deep into her throat. He begins pulling on her hair and pushing her head into him so that he can feel more of her throat. She gags on his cock and that turns them both on even more. She pulls back just a little and licks the head of his cock while taking him in and out of her mouth. His body tenses up and he completely looses control. She keeps going, quickening the pace slightly. He takes a deep breath and as he exhales, he cums so hard. She moans at the feeling of his hot cum rushing into her mouth. She swallows every drop that he gives her, coaxing out every last bit of cum as he gasps and catches his breath.
Category: Erotica
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Releasing the Beast
I knelt down next to her and said, “I am now going to loosely place this collar around your next and attach a leash to it. Then, I will give you commands on what I want you to do.” In a soft tone of voice, she replied, “yes mistress.”
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Pleasure Principle – Article II of the Contract
Pleasure Principle – Article II of the Contract
You want to find what it would take to unlock the frustration pent up behind the gates of missing what once was & the bridge wondering what will be. You want to forget & let go so allow me to be your distraction & release. Let’s strip you of all your worries, take off the burdens, and remove the underlying issues.
Allow me to take those emotions & lock them safely away & replace them with the secret treasures buried beneath. It is time to allow your body an opportunity to speak. It has its own language that I happen to be fluent in, allow me to translate for you.
It says you’ve denied its needs for far too long. It wants someone to play in the dirt with, reveal its guilty pleasures, & unravel all of its kinks. I’m an expert in the excavation of pleasure so let us begin our first dig.
We will allow ice to drip on your lips & then drift across your body to cool the heat of previous disappointments. Transition to sliding the edges of the cube inside your inner thigh to melt away any remaining apprehension then gliding along the curves of your calf to entice your curiosity.
The Knife Thrower’s Girl
People think I must be lying when I say I’m not afraid. How can I not be, they say, standing up there in front of a thousand staring eyes, a flinch away from death? I try to explain to them, but it’s hard. When the spotlight turns on me and I spread my body against the scarred wooden backdrop it’s not fear I feel. It’s not quite excitement either. Really it’s like I’m floating. It’s like he’s holding me in place.
I trust him. Completely. Not just because he’s been throwing knives since he was twelve years old. Not just because I’ve never known him to miss a mark. Not just because I’ve seen him split a blade of grass at seven feet without any visible sign of effort. No, I trust him because I have chosen to trust him. Because my body instinctively trusts him. Because I can do nothing else.
A Twisted Tale Part 2
A strong, masculine hand clamped hard on her windpipe as a man’s body pressed her hard against the wall. She tried to push back, fight against it but whoever it was had leverage and mass against her.
She could feel his heart beating in his chest pressed against her back. His breath was hot against her ear as he whispered, “Hello slut. We’ve been waiting for you…”
Her mind reeled and she was caught off guard again as she was snatched off of the wall by her hair. She began to twist, intending to fight. Her body was strong and her anger was white hot inside of her. But as she turned, his foot drove into the back of her knee, buckling her leg and driving her to the floor. Yanking back on her hair titled her head upward painfully and she froze again when she felt the cold steel edge of his knife come to rest on the vulnerable, exposed flesh of her throat.
She stared up into HIS face. Her brow wrinkled and her fear and confusion only increased. They had RECONCILED. They had talked, mended fences. He had said he forgave her!
A Twisted Tale Part 1
(Note: Written in the notes app of my phone, first draft, don’t expect it to be polished)
Music poured in through her earbuds, the steady rhythm in time with her elevated heart rate. Her lungs burning with effort as she crested the hill, running shoes hitting the sidewalk in measured strides.
She can see her home from here, the end of her run and she is tempted to slow her pace. She has been pushing and her body is revolting against her. Legs burning, lungs on fire, her limits perhaps surpassed by the will and stubborn drive she has to meet her goals. She thinks about slowing. No one would know.
Perhaps at the end of the block. Certainly she could make it to the intersection. Maybe a little further? Her mind plays this game and at each “stopping point” she picks one just a little further down the road. Truth is, she doesn’t want to stop. No matter how much it hurts. No matter how her lungs scream at her. She doesn’t exactly like the pain, but it’s familiar. An old friend. It’s family. Maybe not the family you want staying for the long thanksgiving day weekend, but family that you were happy to see once they have left.
The Story of J
He stopped short of asking his next question. Leaning back against the front window, she pushed her legs out straight. He slid his body closer. Shifting his left hand to rest on top of her right, he leaned forward, his face almost touching hers. Her head tilted down, her eyes rose to meet his. He bent forward, hesitated, their lips inches apart. The first kiss was a gentle questioning peck. Was she receptive to more? She bent her head slightly to her right. He slowly and gently kissed her again and again. Her eyes closed, her head fell back, as he pushed his mouth on to hers.
Her head burned, her heart raced and all her inhibitions disappeared. Arms lying limp at her sides, she became lost in his passions. His hands raced over her body, rising to cup a breast and pinch hard on a nipple. Pulling it up and out, then releasing it to spring back in. She sucked in hard when his hand pushed down between her legs driving fingers toward her wetness. She grabbed his wrist, trying to push him away, but it was too late. A finger punched it’s way in. Her legs went limp, her brain crackled, as one finger followed the other.
The Story of J
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. Jenni wanted to scream.
It was all she could think of, slamming her fists down on the bed. Why the fuck me? Why was she the only one left at home to deal with the two of them? Why did her sisters have to leave? One after the other. Why did Carol move to Dallas? Why did Peter have to go off to LSU? Why did Will have to spend all the time at the camp? Why couldn’t she leave too? Why was she left to live through all the shit of her parents? Why?
Jenni could still hear her mom crying in the bathroom down the hall. Hear her fathers drunken rants from the living room. She thought of crawling out her bedroom widow the way she’d done so many times before and go for a swim. Immerse her body deep enough into the black water where all she would hear were the muffled sound of their fighting. All she wanted to do was run away and hide. To get as far away from them as she possibly could. But she new in the far recesses of her brain she would never get far enough.
Ideas to write on?
I like to write but it is much easier to write when I have an idea. Please give me suggestions, one or two words to include but a couple ideas, they can seem unrelated at the time but I will make sure they are connected in the story. E.g. oranges, flowers, deer. Mwah!