DeDe Deylnn

Surprise

2010-11-22T22:39:00.001-08:00

Her hand fell against the exterior wall as my breath left my body momentarily. The electricity between us ran like currents, lifting apathetic hairs to salutations up into my body as my fingers pressed to move but reluctantly didn't grace an inch of her body, no matter the little space that dwelled between. She just looked at me, with those magnetic eyes, until time stopped, my equaliberum melted and raw. Then she laughed. Lightly. Her eyes falling into a smile with twinkling ridges cascading off the sides to her impressionable dimples. She nearly broke me there with that look. But I held right where I was, wanting to be more vulnerable; to filter down into my shadow side. And then it came.

Her fingers at the base of my neck, not even intensely, but the mere fact that I could feel the lightest constriction sent my head reeling backward and my eyes to envelope closed, beyond any sensible persuasion. She draped her fingers down until I could only feel the pressure of her thumb angling perfectly at the tip concave, where my collarbones meet, almost, evolving my existence to be more naked than any other time with her. Her eyes grew more narrow defying any evidence of the sweet bumbling woman who stood only moments ago before me. And this, i must tell you, I love. This transformative quality making me question all at once any theories I may have had prior to this very moment; mostly if she was capable of what she spoke of only previously in poorly constructed grammar on parchment and silicone screens alone. Here my theories were turned inside out as my hands flexed outward, reaching to pull her toward me as her fingers formed tighter around my neck. I relaxed into those hands. Those hands I had watched before. At dinner. Through many a pixilated projections. At the very first awarkward hand shake she threw my way. Even as I hugged her warmly like long lost lovers later. At the time I only shook her hand out of pure curiosity. I wanted to feel their girth, the strength they held, and I wondered if she'd deliver when up to the handshake challenge with a woman like me. I garuntee you, she did. And I relaxed into those hands, letting my body fall into hers, her other hand sickling my lower back, pulling me off the wall, untill the only thing holding me was her. Isolated from anything else, my body marooned.

With my eyes drenched in darkness, I felt it. A sharp pain at my neck as her teeth tried to defying my bodies borders and inch their way inside. I'm certain they were leaving their impression, sinking further into my skin as my hands now restlessly reached for her, angling so that she curved into the crook my body created for her. I let her feast gainfully, running my hands further up her body. Over those hips that swelled and offered a blessing of leverage to pull upon. Up to her waist, tenaciously lingering over her breasts, defiantly pulling at her nipples, as I felt her body melt further into mine. I stayed there longer than one would think one should. To the point I was sure her skin had turned white below my fingertips and the only way to retrieve any blood flow was by pulling her nipple further from her body.

I was quickly rewarded by the suspension of everything else that could have passed my mind, like the first smile I saw in a photo she sent me (one in which she said wasn't her best; I replied: your perfect), or the feel of skin tingling when my arm brushed hers nervously many moments before we first touched. All of this was suspended by the core sound of her exhaling passionately beside my ear. With that one sound, I felt myself turning on the inside from docile to exceedingly dominate as I turned and pushed her against the wall. This, was well received with a tilt of that cocky grin from her as I was only challenged, urged on, to bring whatever I had it to the table.

Just earlier, mere moments ago, we had this conversation in matters of top and bottom, sitting in the restaurant with so many people near by. I never answered. Instead I left her wondering in true silence, almost. Wondering if the fire she could see behind my eyes was a possibility anytime soon in the near future. And here she was, mine. For the moment. That is until I let go control again. Or it let's go of me. But this here wasn't that moment.

I wasted little time, before her eyes could open again with my hands cupped with the girth of my palm pressing into her pussy until all that could feel was her pressing back into me. She had no words. Just sharp staccato movements that made me want to hold her down over a messy bed with my very body, my face cramped up in her neck till she had no choice than not resist my hand shoved between both our legs as I got myself off, just from thrusting, just from pretending I was fucking her with my own cock. And here against, this very wall, mere feet away from the busy Castro streets of San Francisco with other late night deviations and the susceptive innocents running home trying to avoid being caught in some black widows spider web, here I slipped my hand past her zipper and inside to find her wet, seeping well past the perimeter boxers could entail, and enough to actually cover the base of my hand. She was wet. You know, the kind of wet you feel that makes you look in their eyes with complete astonishment and at the very same time you just can't turn down the desire to own them right her right then and there. Hand inside, ill-solicit marks on necks and chins, clothing thrown down to shreds ( who says you can't buy more? ). The kind where you fuck her against the hallway wall, slamming that long stupid table that's always in the way against the wall too, as she screams out loudly in response and you know damn well the neighbors can hear, as well as anyone coming up the stairs. But you don't care. Because she's wet. Like you like it. And there my carnal desire was raging as Little slipped, not one, but four fingers inside.

You'd think this wasn't our first time fucking the way we intuitively read each others bodies. Not really testing boundaries, but more like demolishing them. This was indeed new and my fingers inside of her made her cheeks flair red and her eye sight to fall short until my voice was all that she had reminding her I was still there fucking her into the late night. Subtle suggestions falling on streams echoing off her neck. Like, asking stupid questions I knew she could answer in her sex dazed stage. Like, 'can you feel me? Can you feel how wet you are?' you know, those really obvious things that are so right during times like this. If it weren't for the busy street nearby and my naked knees and that gritty alley floor, I would have released my tounge from frugal words to manifest moans of my own language to vibrate up her skin. But I stayed right where I was. Fucking her, outside of restaurant we were just in and I could feel it. She was there. I could feel her pussy clinching my hand and I pressed on quickly attempting to get my entire fist inside as her eyes surprisingly flashed open and her two hand at once came at me. One at my throat tighting and the other pulling down at my hair, as I gripped her hip hard, as my full fist slipped inside. I fucked her hard. I was so wet. I even tried to rub my pussy against her pant leg but the angle made it nearly impossible; but that didn't stop me from trying anyway. I stopped caring what I looked like as I was lost in the smell and feel of her pussy and her moans growing louder in my ear.

Then she stopped breathing for a moment before her teeth suddenly collided with my neck, where I was sure she was leaving a mark, as she came hard against me everywhere. As I felt the last of her pulses unwrapping, I slipped my hand out very carefully, but her teeth stayed, and my eyes closed as I slipped further into a stage I was previously entangled in, as the warm steady sensation of pain made my clit ache. My hips moved on their own faster against her black pant leg. The feeling of my panties having had been engulfed by her effect on me, and knowing I was leaving a mark of my own, only turned me more on. Moaning against her hands still on my neck, against her teeth there as well, against her fingers wrapped in my hair and pulling downward hard, I came against her. My body exhausted and releasing every last drop of me I had inside.

Slowly her hands slipped to my face kissing me lightly as we fell into a fit of giggles high off the fuck. Looking at her I would never have guessed any of this than night. She surprised me. And she just keeps on doing that years later. Maybe I'll share some of that with you some time. Then again, maybe I'll keep it for myself. I can't just give it all away on our first date, now can I? I thought not. Goodnight...for now. ;)

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2010-07-13T17:50:00.000-07:00

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:: If ::

2010-06-03T17:16:00.000-07:00

I'd like to have taken you out back, griping your fingers intensely, as they danced between mine, tracing circles through a maze of sweaty sticky bodies, down the rickety stairs, where it wouldn't get any cooler, but would have made this hipster haven feel more like a punk dive place instead. There we'd have found one another breathing with lumberous tones, the beer, left behind listening to whisperings, inclined to not have been the only thing acquainting us light headed as we stand like before; trepidatious in a dance that is only serendipitous no matter the breath of time we allow air to fill the space between us, invading thoughts I'd have yet to display. We'd have smiled and giggled nervously until as our gazes fell on one another's full form with creeping silence left to remain where everything moves but us, until like two beast at war we'd collide. Our tangled limps anxious to exceed our fevered expectations.

I'd have backed you further into that tiny hole in the wall, where the coat check door would naturally have concede, had it not been for summers final arrival. Sweaty and musty of a full days work, I'd have licked a bit of you off your skin filling my nostrils with your fragrance.

Your body, your touch would be welcomed hungrily as it passed over unmarked skin, voluminous hips and breasts for you to embark upon. My own hands would be found scrambling on a lumberious journey of their own, scanning your body for signs of rebellious resistance, holding, pressing in with my chipped pinked polished nails, more connected as you unravel and respond. I'd have gotten lost in the reverie of your silent pleas, your body jerking away involuntarily and back willingly with your hips rising further to connect with my commanding legs.

I'd be swearing in my contempt to attempt to hold back, just a little, but continuously I'd think how I wanted to let my teeth break vessels in your skin causing alarm and shock, as cells panic to recover what they think they've lost. Ultimately, they'd end up confused by the bodies complexity and call to go 'down there' instead. I would've thought on how my nails could make better marks than those colored ones bared along your chest. You might smile differently after feeling it, even days after. Perhaps you'd get yourself off scaling across their tender strips, hoping they wouldn't heal just yet.

I'd have kissed you, letting reverent heat pass though swollen tongues electrifying spines. But I know it would have taken a hold of you too. That animalistic call. I'd been able to feel it in your chest. Your full hands would've gripped my hips more fully, beginning to let lust come in to control, as your hips made waves between my legs. Needlessly shy I'd become, yet my eyes would momentarily shift around the seedy space for captive we might have enticed, but only brief shadows would greet me along with shaking voices fading in the night.

I would have been surprised, pulled back swiftly from my caution by the strength of your grip sliding between my legs, holding my pussy like the weight of the world was just a slice of grass in your hands. I'd be so wet, leaking down, but it'd be hard to tell which was sweat and which was which. But you'd know and smile up at me with this look like you didn't already know you had me. As if I wasn't already yours.

And with that look, I'd have reached further behind you beckoning you closer to me, daring you to risk the threat of letting go, too, soon, as my hands crest under your ass lifting you higher and further into me. It's here that our games would have slowed, and stopped, as nothing but persistent passion remained, each attempting to devour the other before the night was threw. Our eyes would swing closed, but we could still see one another behind sheeted eyes, as your lips and breath would come crashing into my neck and ill sanctified prayers would leak into my ears gratefully received. My own lips would've whispered back wicked words, begging you, reminding you of others, telling you to let them hear you, wanting you more venerable here in this dank corner where the our scent was sure to out do the smell of piss from but five feet away.

With a swiftness your hands would've flown down, breaking past my buttoned pants and into my slick pussy. I'd have to have held my breath, cause I'd know for sure I would have screamed out something profane, and you see this. But you don't stop. Even as you would see that I'm not really breathing anymore, but holding, anticipating, waiting, not wanting to feel anything else, not even my breath, just your fingers fucking me into the wall bruising my shoulder blades in return. Your teeth would've descended upon my neck, wanting to break the silent threshold that held me in it's hands, as your hips would connect with your hand protruding your phantom cock. I'd known you could feel it. You'd know I could too. You'd tell me. Ask me. " Do you want me inside? " and I'd breathlessly say "....yes!" and you'd fuck me harder than before, as my legs would rise straddling you, my breast slipping out of my low cut cotton shirt, your mouth instantly sucking and biting, leaving your marks instantly. I would've been done with being quite, as my own hands swim down your face kissing you hard before I smash them between your unbuckled belt, mearly holding my hand there at the height of your clit.

Our bodies would've been a complete mess as we rocked against one another, wet, sweaty, and sticky from our own juices, between soaky clothes. My clit hitting my own hand hoping you'd feel the vibration tingling through, sending your own off into fits of mania as you fuck me harder, our breaths grow short with eyes rolled back. I wouldn't want to stop. I wouldn't. But, for christ sake, I wouldn't have been able to hold off any longer. My legs would wrap around you as I would attempt to find my words. Shaking in the way that is so venerable, almost as if tears would spring up any moment from pure desperation, and you'd say it. You'd say, " Cum on. Do it." and I'd have clinch down harder on your hand, leading your finger tips to, yes, that spot as my head would fall to your neck as I came hard, but you wouldn't stop fucking me till you had it all. My teeth would probably have left yet another mark in an attempt to disperse my bodies lusty call and you'd still be fucking me. Cause your hand would be in just the right spot. My fingers still bracing your clit. You'd still be fucking me cause you could feel it surging in you and with my other hand I would reach for your hair pulling down hard...and you'd cum. Screaming. And I'd have smiled knowing full well that was heard.

We would have fell, clumsily down, bracing ourselves against the wall, looking for oxygen that just wasn't there. I'd have smile and cleaned myself up a bit. It would have been much too hot to reach out to hold on to you. Plus, anyway, the lights would have just come on. Friends would have come staggering downstairs. They'd have that twinkle in their eye as they looked my way, slapping you on your shoulder warmly, like the butch buddies they were, and up you'd go smiling, shaking your head, raising your shoulders, as a brief apology for these stranger's enthusiastic intrusions. I'd have taken a moment longer before I came up only to find you still outside. Alone. My mind might have rambled on fantasies of you taking me back home, of seeing that smile, and those bushy eyebrows early tomorrow morning. But you'd have handed me a slip of something and left me with a kiss on that humid night. You'd have surprised me as I looked at the card on my way home to find not your number but a singular message instead:

8pm.

....and I would have already have known where......

......If I'd have taken you out back that night.....

*image by Issaquah Han

:: Reverent Humidity ::

2010-04-29T18:46:00.000-07:00

Boredom rides the crest of my eyes as I look toward you and watch you watching me and then slide off out the door and to the left. It doesn't take long before I snakenly sneak out leaving the monotone of the first day of work training behind. I slowly creep around the corner angling my body slowly through the door. It isn't that I heard you. But I felt you instead.

Your hands closing off sounds wanting to spill like sirens from my lips. My eyes, bristle open wildly. Your hands, wast no time, as they fumble with buttons, and zippers leaving my own clumsy hands to resign at getting in the way. You slam them to my sides, locking them behind my back. Dominate annoyance wonderfully received. My fingers dance along your buttons, temporary stalled as your hand is forced between the small space of my zipper and my legs; finding my hot spot, engorged and withering in your hand.

Your whisper comes closer and your own stifled moans come harsh against my ear as your fingers arch crocked, stinging my skin. Some how your fingers arch avoiding my clit in your fevered heat, teasing, not quite entering, but not releasing my tension as well. My own hands flicker madly against your chest wanting to pull your closer. To feel your sweat melding onto my skin. Yet, I am pushed harshly toward the wall, smashed, as your frustrations wain of my attempt to take you instead.

Your hand still taped across my lips as your teeth shrink my body down, curling into you, rocking further into your arms. Your teeth leave sooner than I need and mumbles bubble from your lips. " Oh yeahs " and "Dirty girl..." as you pull my hair, arching my head so that my lips meet yours, bruising them in your excusable haste to find solace in this outcome. Your tongue lush, pumping life into my body, making me harder, as you thrust against me absentmindedly. I bit my lip concealing all sound that would stir outsiders, intruders, that stray along the other side of the wall. My nails scrape along the wall and your own find mine immediately, slicing between fingers, numbing my blood flow. Your groans in my ear hot and humid. Heavy and wild.

My hips reach up to find yours, arching so your hands immediately drop to my hips, slipping around my curves, in, and finding my clit. The noise it produces is much to large exceeding past this tiny space in the lower church basement and with your lips close to my ear, I whimper, but you only coo words inspiring lust to spring forth from my lungs whispering " God, your so wet. I want you. I want you to cum all over my hand. Make it wet. I want them to smell our sex." Slipping a crocked finger inside " Soak me".

"Fuck!" I reply eagerly. You quickly slip as much of your hands within me as you can bending me slightly so I can feel the heat between your legs. I want so much to feel the liquid of your cum spread out over my ass, your pussy dripping as you cum, but I'll have to wait, and now your thrusting so hard into me as to bring both pleasure and pain. With one of my hands lifting as if I was holding up the wall, the other clumsily reaching behind me attempting, saying " Please.....fuck.....I'm gonna....!", beating at your other hand, directing it quickly to my mouth, and you seal it, closing your body in closer to mine. Fucking me harder, tonguing my spot with your finger tips. The one that makes me gush. I can feel it in my legs. You do too. Fucking me in a way that lifts my sinking body up in your arms.

My teeth dig deeper into your hand, as i feel your own grunting and swearing, loosing all sense of who I am, calling me all sort of dirty names; Your little girl. Your dyke boi, Your sissy girl. Yours...yours...yours...yours.
and I tip off cumming all over your hands. As my screams die down, much to loud surpassing your hand and your fingers fall from my lips to my hair pulling my head back, riding my ass. Another orgasm surges through me as I feel myself dragged up rapidly, propelled by your body, your teeth flying into my neck as your body jerks and you cum against mine.I know you've left a mark.

You fall into my shoulder laughing and I follow suit leaning against the wall. Too quickly we hear feet piddling along the floor and sharp voices vibrating our way. We smile at one another silently, zipping, sealing, prepping and I sneak kisses as the door opens and we shyly slip past the two women laughing under our breath. Our distinct smell in the air. We hear voices back in the room letting use know we've been gone far longer than excusable. As we hit the main doors, I whisper " Another time...?" You smile and I know your reply.

We walk back splitting to our separate sides and sit trying to focus on the original mission at hand. My eye flash over to yours avoiding others suspicious eyes. I wink your direction....smiling....cause I'm not bored anymore, that's for sure. Let's play this game again. Tomorrow? I say yes.....

When i say i want to fuck you....

2010-04-21T09:46:00.001-07:00

When I say I want to fuck you,
what I mean is
I want something in between
innocence and depravity;
that void of inexplicable longings rupturing like a minute gun,
catatonic, prickling on ecstatic followings
to be led back to your eyes, evanescent.

When I say I want to fuck you,
what I mean is
I want savage to become carnal, melding and mixing
our chemistry set of flesh and stains,
until you come exploding down
into my forgiving arms, vulnerably.

I want your fist inside. I want to arch crocked fingers
into your wetness and watch at your response, not shy,
as you wither and rock saturating my hand.
I want your body clashing like ocean
against my brick wall, whispering
" come on....." as you nest your arms around my body,
not disrespecting my woman; not belittling me for a child.

Your slippery concave sliding along mine
as I try to force the release of memories from shedding down
from my tangled lips and eyes.I want my breath escaped.
My lips, teeth, nose, tongue, cheek engulfed by your vastness,
the fragrance reassuring and confident.
I want to come undone. I want to fall apart.

I want your fingers probing, thrusting, dying, enabling my body
to remember it's base animalistic grace; nearly pounding my chest,
forgetting sense and sensibility; falling loose tendrals of hair.

I want cat scratched music etched along my body,
left for the next day.
I want your teeth marks. I want your...marks.
I want the echo of shattering convulsions startling my heart and soul.
I want to let go. Then connect. Flesh to Flesh.
I want what words can not convey.

When I say I want to fuck you, what I mean is " let make love " instead.

:: Illicit Lust X ::

2010-03-28T15:23:00.000-07:00

.....continued from Illicit Lust IX

With my head pressed firmly into the ground, my senses expand taking in as much of the scene as they would allow, her heel moves from my back leaving it empty and waiting to be filled again. I hear her heels click off into the distance as I wonder what she has planned. Other sounds grow rapidly around me, surrounding me, then all at once I am lifted from the ground, moving backwards, sending my mind into a manic confusion as blurred faces mangle and fondle parts of me as I float, my back slamming into a tree.

As my disorientation begins to settle it is then that I see hym. Standing boldly before me with the heat of just revenge and the rainfall of lust of being in total control. That look that streams like daggers from a tops eyes leaving little room for question of the next intention though you have no clue what it is. A large bundle of rope dangles freely swinging from her fingertips and it is only now I know what she intends. Other hands hold my body firm to the peeling tree evading any attempt at escape. My teeth grit against themselves as I watch hym coming closer looking at me with that grin of just victory. My body involuntary moves to laugh rebelliously in the tangle of fear and greed knowing my own strength and effortless ability to break splintering through weakened arms with merely a few kicks but I want to see where this hy will go. Hy most certainly can't break me.

So I only smiled. Challenging hym. Hys hands come up bundling my body with rope packaging me like a well kept meal insuring perfection in all apparent forms until I am deeply enmeshed with a star embolded on my chest. Hy steps back surveying hys work and circling behind me rustling leaves in hys wake.

And then it begins.

.....to be continued.

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*Image by ~ZKC-project

::Grabbling Gratings::

2010-03-25T11:26:00.000-07:00

The days have grown longer since you've been gone as the ground's become shallow, sinking below my feet, as it gradually fills with springs catatonic seeds. The lull that holds me sucks every fragrant moment into a guttural drain as if it were trash at it's concept. And I keep moving forward, a ghostly shell, gauging motion and intentions with great intensity. My heart, a compass, your hands, swaying back and forth, unable to find a resting place, content on just being. On. Just being.

The warm water doesn't even penetrate my mind as I slop through soapy water and dirty dishes doing what I never wanted to do in the first place.My mind skirts away rambling at the edge as nails dig precarious around the knives edge clearing what shouldn't be there. And then there you are.

Knife in hand. Teasing it between my legs as my breath grows still and small attempting not to the shiver. To allow this wanted molesting. My heart patters quickly as I swell against the volcanic feel of your body pressing tensely along my frame. Your own breath moist in my ear. Your words are few and far between. Icy and commanding; wonderfully welcomed, required, no needed, as the tip of the knife dances between my aching legs. The same knife drenched with static memories of tantric evenings on early dates long before your fingers even touched my face. Of luminescent evenings divulging secretes whispered over dinner and dessert and now this.

Me wanting so badly to move. Then I feel it slip inside me and I pretend it's not the dull rounded slope but the more dangerous round one instead as I my body rocks up and down on it's perilous edge. I feel the real edge pricking at my darkened skin turning it red. Leaking cum and blood down my legs. As you gain more control, your hands now daring to hold the blade, not caring about it's sharpened kisses marking your own skin.

And then I'm pulled back. Soapy water and the knife idle in my hand. I didn't eve realize I was gone. It's been a while since that happened. Since you. Since my thoughts ran like savages. I haven't felt much like myself.

But I finish putting the knife in it's proper place. Or is it that it is angling around my neck? And I'm gone again spiraling wildly into the vortex of my mind. Your husky frame arches across mine from behind tempting fate at my neck with the knife turned upward. It's bristles picking lightly but enough to remind me just how close I am to deaths edge. Channels of words liquidate my ears as my pulse pounds in your fingertips and your heat is so evident that I want nothing more than to press further there emancipating the isolation it has seen.

A noise startles me bringing me back. A vibration. The phone. I ramble about answering an unsolicited call that is not from you.

Later that night I lay steamenly awakened by authors words that I've been trying to replace in mist of your face. But it doesn't work. It's never does. My eyes find silence behind closed lids as my fingertips slip languidly down my clit making circles around my head. The first touch always shocking; a tiny death.

Here I see you. Me. In a bed tangled in each others body, arms, tongues. Your voice here again telling my sweaty body to cum. Can it possibly become any more humid in this room? My fingers move swifter as I feel your thigh fill that very space sealing my escape. I rock harder against you. I've held so much in.

"Cum, for me."

"Come on, let go..."

You coo in my ear whispering words like " I love you " and "Your all I need" and tears fly free from my eyes as my nails dig tearing into your back wanting to spew my love like hate for you but instead I cum screaming your name as your soft kiss flutters across my face reassuring me. Your there.

My eyes don't open immediately. I've got to pee but I don't want to leave yet. I feel your arms more real than I have before as I nestle a pillow, your replacement, releasing my sobs from their cage sending love to your ghostly frame. I can only remain here for so long. I open. Drag my irreverent body to release and return. I close. I can't find you again. I sigh and fall asleep looking for you again.....

*image by SeaFairy

:: She was....#2:::

2010-03-03T16:11:00.001-08:00

She was a Firecracker Facing Fictitiousness with the Flick of a Finger

She was Equinox Eclipsed Elaborately Electrifying your Ego

She was Militant Microstructering the Matriarchy... in a Mini skirt

She was Mollass Magnificently Molding Monsoons to your Monument

She was Exceptional Embodying Envy and Enchanting Effortlessly

She was Femme.....

:: She Was....#1::

2010-03-03T16:11:00.000-08:00

She was Bright Brilliant Beautiful Bumbling Blinding through Bliss

She was Uncovered and Unnerved Unweavering in this

She was Tantric Tintilations Trembling with a Toxic kiss

She was Carasmatic Condensecnding Cooys Catching me frantic

She was Hellinistic Highwalter Halting Hades to have a Hit

She was butch.....

::Perplexia's Awning::

2010-03-03T08:54:00.000-08:00

Right now
Your curls descend upon my mind
with such ferocity
as to drive me in to perplexia
as I consider all that has come before the
shiny bounce, your stableness.

Your neck revels secrets that resonate though the shallow space where
you never expected me clinging to split ends to
grasp what you say in our language barrier.

My eyes try and remain focused in this cozy nook,
this secret place, but the ambivalence of my soul
says "no" this couldn't be.

I though I was done with you,
with the river you carved with your bare fingers down my chest
when a lone one was the only formal thing that grazed my shoulder as you reached back
to say hello on your way out the door.

Or the way I freezed over my feelings, encapsulating them to save
for some other woman who
I wouldn't have to hid this explosion in the chest
when you did something as simple as say my name.

There is a familiar pounding distracting me.
Something I haven't felt in a while.
But here it is.
With you.
And in mere moments I won't deny restraining anymore.
With courage I will release unto your imaginary soul.

I watch your lips kiss mine
and your finger slip inside
causing reactions I just can't help.

There are some things
I just need to let go.

*Image by BrainWaves

::Karmic Casscades::

2010-02-26T13:52:00.000-08:00

There is a a tick tocking, barreling rocking, shackiling shocking
thing
that is happening in my chest and it rips at my skin surveying it's self
like
the wolfman
or Jekel and Hyde
or Bram Stoker's Dracula staring at the bare pale pale neck of innoccent flesh. Tempting.

It's a pulse that calls my name
echoing echoing
save me save me
screaming screaming
free me free me

And I want to cry.

But I've got better things to do.
Like freeze up my eyes
cause I can't stand the sight of you.
Or that lenting smile.
Or that fall in your eyes,
Or that form your body takes like a tortis shell leaning back in a mushy chair.
Yeah,
I've got better thing to do than to get stuck in days dreams of you.

So I carefully fold green stuff around onions around carrots around yellow sauce around rice around green shells and practice getting faster and rounder and smoother
not looking up as the world is compelled
to move on it's way.

The windows still broken from that rock
that broke it's face.
I haven't had time to repair.
You understand?

I'll be moving out of this run down place anyway.
I've want something more.
I want to move much faster.
I want to be there already.

But that counter calls my name
and that window knows my face
and my heart
plays
my heart
plays
and my heart
plays a funeral marching song as I grieve my former self.
The self, and you, and there, and where have we gone.

I find myself alone in this run down place and this dish needs more onions I think.....

:: Lucriferous Liaisons ::

2010-02-15T12:50:00.000-08:00

You
would come running down
buckling hills,
moving faster,
over well worn paths
that others had only glanced to try and conceive;
throwing flattery like cupids arrows
in a language embedded in some half shaken picture,
simultaneously destroying the code that may have kept you
silent in your shell.

No, you had room for your own dreams.

You were no catatonic snail,
inching forward on destiny's path,
looking for answers in grandparents iced over eyes,
building constructs to pretend what you have isn't a compromise.

I'd watch you suspended in animation,
repeating cycles in my head,
amiable, recoursed, exuding passion
branched out in fingertips
toward woman you have yet met.
She slipping silkily out your amours arms,
evading an eternities excavating kisses
from you,
who dared to believe,
that a single glance across a crowded room
might produce seedling buds breaking boundaries in the pit of your stomach,
make old crinkled men croon like a roosters and flutter fragrances across the room,
cause wood to spark and flare,
air to become water,
dark to bring in the light,
salacious cells to combust and disintegrate in your hand.

You believed in a thing called love
and you thought love was an adventure that you fed.

You. You were my hero.

And everyone thought I was crazy for feeling this way.

But unlike them I
had a dream too.

Yet, as my skin began to grow heavy with life's cause,
I persevered in following the nomadic creed I fell in love with
when I could stretch far past my ankles; all the two feet it allowed.
When I was just a skinny chocolate kid on a block stretched out in suburban clouds;
rambling around franticly creating new games.

My skin isn't so supple.

It began to grow heave with life's cause, some not even my own,
and I found myself further away from you,

prolonged in a dislodged perspective tilting over dangerous cliffs
where
there was no comic laughter at the impossibilities deed coming true.

Of anything missed.

My tongue became brittle
cutting at the edge of new lovers
and old the same
as I shamelessly wondered where was room for my dream?

I propose to you, was it all not an ounce short of a lie?

Funny thing is
that with each new prospect
that glint of gold still shines
within my eyes
and I set off
on an adventure
that I know might end
catatonically
regardless
of rafts
I perilous craft built for spontaneous escape
or of blaringly obvious life jackets
I wear just in case,
I fall,
or am thrown
over the edge.

But in the beginning, it's all the same.

Like I'm you...
Running down concrete catacombs
in hopes that
that single glace
could start a war in my chest.

If it wasn't for the mention of that passion
pervading pulsations from my past,

I might still wear my families' mask.

Silicon
and
unbreathable

I saw the light in your eyes.
But I realize now
It only reflected my own.

I'll never stop running toward you....love.

*Image by SayinBayan

::Monotony's Dissipation::

2010-02-06T11:22:00.000-08:00

The music is amplified in our ears as our voices are lost in a crowd filled with drunkenly dazed drama queens and soulless bodies bobbing to the beastly beat played by bright flirtatious djs amped up on a blow called ego. We aren't much different from the rest. Besides the simplicity of your fingers slicing between my legs holding me there as my body gyrates to the bass of the unusually non-monotonous music. Your other hand, encroaching around my waist and slowly sliding down pulling me so close as to destroy any remaining light that might shine between us two. We are one. My own hands finds you hips, your shoulders, your back, pulling you in as close to me as I can. I'm trying my hardest to keep my eyes open but they flutter closed each time your fingers tap at just the right spot. "Fill me" Comes rambling off my lips dusty and desperate to your awakening ear and you just smile teasingly holding my eyes with a drum beat that continues to undo me.

My head falls back only slightly but enough that I catch that disastrous glint surveying your eyes. A fury that is becoming harder to contain. I find my body moving backward and in my haze I have no concern for local until I feel a stable source breaking against my back. You press me harder against it creating a loss of flow to anything that might relate an area as vulnerable as my back. My legs shake in their eagerness needing to fulfill their obligation to stifle your curves yet remain heeled sliding against the slippery floor.

My thoughts go on a journey to a place I once told you about. The perfect fantasy. It involves this very place, this very crowd, these very circumstances and my body is almost at a breaking point wanting, not wanting, wanting, not wanting it to really come true. The improbably becoming a reality. You only smile as you watch my face go through the motion of realization bringing me quickly back to prsent with your other hand as it slides along my cheek, down my chin, with fingers flashing out over my throat. Pressing sternly but not enough as to bring unfriendly attention and I loose my breath. My eyes stay connected intensely with your own relinquishing control. Oh...you know.

One of your hands falls to my lower back; the other still a time ticking bomb bearing dangerously closer up my ridgest seam, pulling at my generous waist band. My eyes dart from you to the crowd, from you around the bar, from you, from you, from you to your hand. "Here?" I ask without words. You hardly nod but I'm able to catch it but I find myself out of time as your fingers slip down swimming to the very same spot your were drumming amiably wasting no time time and filling me as much as your wrist will allow.

My teeth fall into your shoulder and my eyes unwilling close. For a moment there is nothing else I can do but take you in allowing your fingers to take complete control directly my body in how it should respond. My mind splits off in a variety of vanity's directions flipping between my fantasy world and the world that continues to play out before me. If it wasn't for those eyes connecting with mine from across the room, I don't think I would be cumming so soon.

She just stood there, seemingly out of place in attire and age as she watched. She knew.

At the last of my pulsations preying on your penetration you gently slide from within me pulling me close for a very deep passionate kiss that for a moment stops us both from moving. Only our tongues are left dancing in a passion that is not inhibited to others. We pull away catching our breaths. I look over your shoulder to see if she's still there.

She's disappeared.

I check myself to see if I was just dreaming my fantasy real. I suppose I won't really know now anyway.

I pull you close to me laughing at our accomplishment and you smile that knowing smile.

Then I hear it.

Like satin in my ear....

"Long time no see......"

It was her.

*Image by utticer

::Aphrodite's Anticipation::

2010-01-26T15:57:00.000-08:00

Silence saturates the air with it's heavy musk as we darkly allow it to envelope the space between us like the quiet heat of an Alabama summer in the depth of July; the anticipation nearly breaks me. My mind floats on cracking icebergs that threaten to capsize me tipping over full speed into depths I had never procured and hardly knew even existed. And right now I want nothing more than to cross this barren dessert encircled by pimped up leather in a space that was meant to bring together, problematic promises built on someone else's self, luminaries repressed in their resolve to just be themselves, corroding wood piles creeped up incestuously on something that could never be lit, swollen wax held captive to produce fragrances to hid the loneliness and you siting over there in that chair and I stare.

I stare.... cause I want to walk this dessert and cross over to you drinking you in like a stolen glance of a mirage on the fifty ninth day and let my fingers grow rich from your immediate swell. Let me light what could not be lit. Let my lips reach down past the layers of your past lives skin to something more gentle. The part that you protect. Let it come in waves crashing full force with tiny bubbles that tickle reminding you that sometimes it's good to laugh instead of acting so infected picking old scabs when they itch. Let it drown everything I thought I knew. Let it take you the brink of death. Let it take your breath. Cause then you'll know you were still here.

And I'm right here. Waiting impatiently on pause sending telegraphic phenomenons five feet in the air hoping you get how I feel as you stare at precursors predictions and all I can think about is that kiss that plays like a monogram that won't give up till it has been revived.

My lips, your skin. The slight hiss of your breath. A rainfall waiting to cascade. I wait. Impatiently. Till....you decrease the capacity of the world wide web, scattering crumbled paper leaving it anywhere it stands rising from that chair into my arms with those eyes that twinkle when you look my way. Eyes that let me know I've lost everything I thought I knew as you surrender swimming in my waves. Your a tsunami on my land and the light and the wood will never be the same.

*Image by startwearingpurple

:: Liquescent Sensations ::

2010-01-14T08:17:00.000-08:00

In the middle of winter's icing sicklet fingers trees bloom in the smallest of ways barely visible scrapping swollen hills that rise like geysers trying to break through the surface with atoms and fragments huddled together waiting for five more degrees
to cascade and overwhelm forcing them irresponsibly out to greet the morning sun.

That's what it's like with you...

Though it is just the beginning of any of those stages where melting rocks drip from concaves buried away and the doundry scar that still cracks and pulls at my skin thinks it might just get a chance to heal. And I hope I'm not rushing anything....

Or at least I hope you don't feel the racers gun shot off exploding upon a competition to the finish line cause most of all I really do enjoy the act of just running in place; looking around at you instead of to some irrevocable goal. Wtching your how your skin peddles into mine gently as your eyes gaze back within my own illiciting beauty, quickly transgressing deliciously toward delightful meanderings, malintent rapidly conquers me, conquers you. The simplicity and depth of conversations edged over tea that we drink not for warmth but for a tease drunkenly dripping of my chin over only slightly trumped up 'Elvis' sandwiches of peanut butter and banana that you never did let me have.

Don't you know that even though I'm not suppose to, I do anyway?

I'm the temptresses reincarnate again and again.

Even this I'm not suppose to have....

Yet, this process amazes me each time how something so fragile but strong could continue to grow in the mist of the brutality of having almost everything taken away. The reminist of what it was laying scattered in dirty alleys, memories burning at the edges, suit cased arms held in; no one can see how beautiful it was.

But I know it's coming.

I can feel it in the air.

And before that glorious nature can be upheld to eyes that have been roaming far too long among greatfull-less grey clouds for days you'll feel a little cold. I know.

Just keep holding on.

Well there's really nothing left to do.

And just you watch as you will be irresponsibility forced out to welcome in the sun.

*Image by pacificdreams

::Unhinging Inhibited Memories::

2010-01-06T08:46:00.000-08:00

Bubbling barrenly breaks through our selective silence as we watch standing over a teasingly trepidacious edge that shallowly revels an ever expansive view with crumpling cliffs off on it's right. The water grazes by our side eagerly cascading over the edge and for a moment I want to be apart of that uniformed chaos and free fall splashing down into your arms. But I keep my obligatory hands sealed to the inside of my pocket picking invisible lint in avoidance of correlating my heart with your own through the solidity of my hand. It's quite chilly out as March only begins to reawakened from it's ritual hibernation and my heart begins to crack and peel each time I look in the oasis of your eyes hoping that I'm the one causing them to change color each time they change color; they change colors. From grassy green to steel blue to breaking brown and back again like the earth we stand so still upon. Our breath pauses like this moment in time creating heated clouds with tenacious tension making themselves more obvious than if they just stayed in where they were.

We begin our walk back to where we came from and I reminiscently remember again; you have presented this all for me. It's such a glorious view and there are so many things that I want to do. And later as fire crackles incessantly and that singer's voice croons in our ears from a mix cd you prepared we kiss for what feels like is the first time as my body quakes on the inside. Laying you down and learning how to speak what I feel instead of using fragmented words. Do you know that I learned that from you?

I've never been the same.

And as we wake from our sleepy slumber I gazed back at you knowing intuitively that you would be the one. You already had me grazing polls edges as my uncontrollable stare in your direction distracts me continuously, repeatedly tripping over my feet as the magnetic pull drags me closer to you bumping shoulder and arms, but then, not yet holding hands. Growing nervous and speechless cause each time I looked up at you I lost everything I thought I had. It's was like living apologetically in the moment.

Years later I don't think of you so much; this being the first of these moments. Listening to bubbling as it barrenly breaks through my selective silence but it isn't like it was with you. It's just a fish tank sitting on unsteady legs with needy creatures only looking to be fed.

*Image by yv

:: Rumblings Rehabilitation ::

2010-01-02T10:27:00.000-08:00

Tonight I'm angry...

It's intensity burrows a broth of soup that bubbles in my belly slammed down my throat irrevocably and I try my best to not let it cascade over burning my own battered skin. Yet it's flames expel from bitter lips. I try icing them down with idealistic fantasies but the rupture in that firewall can not be erased.

Cause tonight I'm angry...

And the effervescent war that's leaving splinters of your skin, digging deeper, as continuously your brittle nails stab into distractive skin over and over again for relief in this expanding irritation and I am only a tiny bit sad to say that I put them there.

I'm certain over time I may be more.

But tonight I'm just angry....

And I feel like wires have crossed, tangled, split down the middle with water frying over top. I have lost my grounding. I have lost my continental control. I am not cool right now. I am not "ok".

It's just my anger is like electricity, my mouth like conveyor belts of steel, moving forward with daggers sharp as swords for every word you told me that did not come from the helm of truths blessed battlefield. They seek out your heart. They are looking for blood.

It's true that tonight I'm angry but it really isn't with you.

I'm angry because peaches from the tree of life never did ring true. Romantic fairy tales ridding on the back of witches brooms never did make it over that moon. Time's tiring tick-tock telling me that change takes time. The hierarchy of history hedonistic books babble on about war after war over my starving dessert plains showing the repetition of protections that have been put in prophetic place. And I don't know my way out of this.

And I fear that no matter how I try to swim upstream I'll never make it to the waterfalls edge to be reborn.

I wonder if God made a mistake somewhere along my life. I can see from his saintly perspective that some never escape their own inner cells. That someone is someone I don't want to be. I've been her too long.

So I'll try yet again.

To let this warrior emerge and blast forth and fight for something because I know there is another world that is far different from what they've all said "that's for her".

My path is frosted over with hedges and bare broken tree limbs and I've got some cleaning up to do. I've got some forgiveness to let loose. If I plan on breaking free. I tell you I'm breaking free so I'm not angry Today.

*Image by zemotion

::Gratuitous Gratings::

2009-12-31T11:16:00.000-08:00

It seems I have been awakened

My souls tape spread out cleansed reshaped to reveal something I had forgotten about a long long time ago. The passion that existed within my own soul.

Yes, it has something to do with you even though I resist the urge to allow this awakening to find it's home within your shadows fall because I am much smarter than that inoriginality. Much smarter in my keen awareness that it has almost nothing to do with you but lays mostly in timing and my decision to let go.

Our chemical reaction combusted cosmically cascading through creases darkened over time and vehemently shaking our minds as our cells sought new forms of nonresistance and thought for once they might chart a new course and follow their own stars.

It's evidence left splayed out over succulent bubbles that barrenly bobbed through space vibrating our percussive manifesto from head to toe of anyone that dared to dreamily gaze in it's direction as it eagerly sought out our forms only to start all over again.

It's inspiration tipping my tongue, black ink on pale parchment as old memories drizzle from the eloquencey of songs once heard as I begin to believe again in this deconstructed world. There was something more than just this treacherous terrain blocked by icy cold. I warmed.

And let timing be the curses creed. Yet there is no denying the magnitude of how you spoke right to my heart even if the realization of the words never delved deep enough into your own.

I have been awakened.

I had been dreaming for far too long.

I can only pray to some divine divinity that this feeling does not leave me and it is here to stay no matter that you've left my world. I want it to say inside of my healing ribcage filling that space, restructuring old worn out bones to vibrate new, so that I can gaze at the world with something called love.

I had been dreaming for far too long.

Thank you for reawakening my soul.....

*Image by I-not-sana

::Incandescent Illuminations::

2009-12-28T09:52:00.000-08:00

Let your kiss enrapture me as the spark of our tongues sensually slide along side one another's seeking out the treasure of the breath in our bodies response irrevocably passed between cylinders of white porcelain inhaled as the other takes a breath. Fingertips nervously anchoring creating dunes that sink and rise back to their original form sailing past slippery bumps finding uncharted places on virgin lovers back to explore. Making imaginary impressions that can not be seen; only felt; only known. Cupping heated sides blazing like greased up sides of lust's inglorious poles pulling one another into laced arms letting tension build gradually; slow. The magnetic pull of our hips swaying like old reminiscing lovers til the gentle persuasion of uninhibited hands pull us daringly closer.

Our legs dancing between one another.
( as synchronicity in perfection like Ginger and Fred Astaire. )
Our muscles exercising extreme endurance.
( and earthquake demanding to hold )
Our eyes infested dreaming of non predetermined fantasies.
( our dream worlds colliding )

And this will be our first kiss.....

*image by duhitsmia

::Primordial Palpitations::

2009-12-26T13:31:00.000-08:00

My eyes heavy like a water logged shirt left at the creak of a river in the middle of december /stiff as it begins to freeze over /but I resist this proverbial hibernation that attempts to lull me away to a different place where everything isn't quite the same but it is but your not there

So I fight dreams that cascade upon me like religious visions but I don't know how much longer I can keep them at bay with their wolves circling up over head wondering why their welcome has been taken away. I can hardly see this paper and ink that amplifies your name but I persist

Because in this space between waking and dreaming I see you so clearly
at times it makes my heart palpitate even in this current state water makes rivers dance crevices on my face. My mind's logic thrown overboard for another day.

And in this blissful sea I feel myself there even thought I can not locate exactly where you are behind these walls of waves but my spirit is like a compass and you are north. I can never get lost. It would always lead me home.

And in my avoidance of the sandman's lies I find I have not been mistaken
that I have arrived here for a reason. This space between worlds giving me access to hypertension through time and space and to arrive where you are in that room that I can't quite see all of but I feel you.

I feel you
as I fall asleep. I feel you
when I close my eyes and open them
somehow you are standing right there in mid air and is it too much to early to say that sometimes that you and this brings tears to my eyes? It's something that is. A paradox's continuum. Where in heaven did you come from?

No.
Don't answer that.
Let it be our mystery and for now there is this, bliss, I long for your kiss and the first spark of your hand sealing to my hip. I wait for this under forbidden trees and in cities of sin. I wait for this under the goddess of love's wings Aphrodite. I wait for this in the catacombs of my dreams.
I wait for this. I wait for this. I wait for this.

Please come for me.

*Image by Zoeelyn

::Vivacious Voyages::

2009-12-22T16:01:00.000-08:00

She wasn't expecting the Captain as she heard a low whisper barely audible in her ear breeze through firing her synapses in immediate catatonic response. Her breath quickened as she jumped only slightly but just enough to cause the Captains firm fingers to wrap around the edges of her silkenly emblazed waist of fiery red holding her steady. The Captains fingers a stark contradiction to not only the color of her deeply enriched skin but flashed brightly over her waist decorating her form. A welcomed embellishment.

"Well good evening ma'am."

She turned only slightly to face this silken voice that made her lips grow parch as she generously allowed her lips to cascade over refreshing and plumping them all at once. As her eyes fell upon dusty eyes and a grin that acted as if it rested upon a sesaw she smiled to herself pleased with the butch that graced her eyes. Her black tie lay perfectly under a vest with sleeves that were rolled up just slightly signaling the encroachment of the end of the day.

It was customary that the Captain at some point during any voyage comes out on the deck to greet and welcome everyone upon the ship. At the same time being available to answer questions as they might come and also deciding who would be lucky enough to attend the Captain's dinner. This voyage in particular was quite large leaving from the bay of New York as it continued it's way down and around Florida and over to the tip of Mexico. This was day two and the Captain was still making her scheduled rounds.

She stuttered her greetings and followed as the Captain gave her a tour around the boat taking her to see little nooks and crannies and secret depots behind canvas screens and secret bookcases. She was amazed by the various spectacles in general and often found herself walking behind the Captain taking in her swagger and that look she'd give as she looked back over her shoulder. A kind of smirk.

The final destination was the Captain's deck. The Captain held the door open for her finding that place at her lower back with her hand, gently guiding her through the door, cautiously passing her over idle rope that lay on the floor and over to the main view that would make any butch jealous to stand not only next to this femme but in reverence to this view. She gasped audibly as she looked out over the expansiveness and noticed dolphins flying in the air and back into the sea causing a commotion in the ocean as if announcing they were on their way. The Captain intercepted her thoughts as she called the femme over to the helm, unlocking it, allowing her to steer the boat for a moment. The femme was amazed as she watched the boat respond to her control.

She hadn't realized the Captain had come so close behind her until her she spun around to say something and found her lips pressed to hers. At first her body resisted, not wanting to be considered 'that kind of girl' , but gave in in the end as her body loosened and fell gracefully into this butches arms. The kiss was warm and lite sending a gentle streak of lighting down her body. The electricity branching through her veins to extend to every part of her. The kind of kiss that would make lovers blush and growing in passion -in need- as the femme's hand flew up to the Captains tie, pulling at that little loose space up top, down to derail the tie from it's typical form till it dangled, two tails over hills that had yet to be revealed.

The butches nibble fingers rose from this femme's hips cupping the canyon that laid there, revealing it's self like a glorious sunrise, finding their peaks, pinching and disengaging from the kiss as the Captain pulled only slightly away but enough that the femme's breasts lifted with a slight pull. A gasp startled the femme's lips as she held onto the locked helm weaving her arms in between it's oars. The butch came closer till there was no room between their bodies as she pinched the femme's nipples harder making the blood flow find a alternative direction and causing the femme to rise to her toes as she moaned out loudly. Then with a quickness she released them relishing and bringing a different sensation all together. A tingling sort of pain.

The femme's hand flew up to the butches shirt pulling her back into a passionate kiss as her fingers scattered around the butches body to remove clothing that had once found a home, throwing it to the ground not caring where it landed at all. Her shirt split open and down her arms. Her pants zipped, down, past her ankles, with boxers hanging on the fringes in the corner. The tie still draping lightly over her breasts as the femme's dress flew free with one click at the neck and down to cherry red heels at her feet.

The butch disheartenly seperated her lips from the kiss pressing her fingers to the femme's lips to silence any objections that might come. She took the tie and passed it over the femme's eyes smirking at her one last time for all that she could see. The femme could only hear slight shuffling around the room as things were moved but remained firm to her position at the helm calming her breath and nerve as she stood too vulnerably displayed. Then she felt something very rough pass over her wrists locking them into place at the helm, down to her feet looping in between her heel, back up to her other wrist, and one single strand that looped around her throat.

Here she felt a strong pull at her neck as her fingers immedatly titlted upward in response flying into defense. But her breath is what decieved her as an erotic tremble crept along her lips. Playing with the edge of fear and possession. As the butch came back in for a deeper kiss this time the rope only tightened more until her breath was caught moving even more slowly. The butches kiss did not let up as her lips moved down her cheek, chin, to her neck suckling there and as she let go of the rope, tearing into the flesh leaving her mark. The femme's neck justed out swelling with arousal wanting more no matter how ghoulish it might appear later that night.

The mouth was not deterred as it continued to move down her body stopping only momentary at her breast to leave their mark there as well. Down further to her crescent cup that waited so patiently gathering moister and dew. Wimpers were heard from the femme as one of the Captain's hands flew up silencing her and her other lifted precious skin and began licking at her tender clit burring her tongue as far into the small space as she could. The femme's body jerked against the rope as she tried to move herself closer to the mouth that eagerly found just the right spots. She wanted to cum but the butches mouth moved far to quickly away as she stood. A low growl on her lips.

There was movement away and then back again and as the Captain came closer the femme felt something she had not felt before. Earlier. Moments ago. She wanted it. She wanted it bad and began begging loudly for the butch's cock. The Captain only chuckled to herself as she slowly undid the ropes and renewed them around the femmes wrist alone. Removing the tie that blinded the femme's eyes as well.

The femme flew into her body kissing every inch of skin she could get her lips on.

"Can I....."

"Yes..."

She dropped to her knees and as gracefully as she could she let the entire circumstance of the butches cock slip slowly around her painted lips and down her throat checking her gag reflex by opening wider. Further yet as she felt the butches hand find the back of her head.

"Just..... like...... that....."

Back and forth. The butch watched as she moved faster and couldn't countrol her hand as it clinched at the femmes hair making a mess and pushing her harder onto her cock. Taking control. Somehow the femme's finger found their way under the harness and began moving slowly over her center sliding wetness all around. The butch gasped releasing her head.....

"Come here......."

The femme rose and was immedatly flipped around facing the wall as the butch took no time spreading her legs with her own and slid her cock immediately inside of her. The femme's yell almost much too lound. One of the Captain's hand found her mouth again as the other creeped around her waist holding her against the wall as she fucked her hard with strong thrust that lifted her off the ground.

She couldn't wait much longer.

One hand found the femme's clit, her fingers biting into her hand now roughly.

"Come on.....Cum with me......Cum for me. Let me hear you. Let me feel. Show me what you've been wanting me to see. Show me."

Her fingers circled faster and as she felt the drum of the cocks base vibrate against her own clit she came biting into the femme's should causing the femme to do the same as well.

Their bodies drenched in sweat as they pulled away laughing to themselves and each other.

There was silence as they dressed separately and at the door...

"So yeah......"

"Anytime." replied the femme winking.

"You are so at my Captain's table tonight." The butch smiled that dashing smile laughing slightly to herself and opened the door allowing her way.

"Don't forget. 8pm."

"Oh.....I won't." The femme walk away smiling already preparing for tonight in her head....

*Image by Devon007

::Secret's Insincerity::

2009-12-14T15:08:00.000-08:00

The keyboard keys clicked furiously away as strained eyes tried to focus intently on numbers and alpha-grams frantically surveying across the screen, erratic but hypnotic as they directed my eyes to swallow up the remainder of light. I tried not to fall under it's sleepy spell. I was there for something greater than lucid stimulation of my captors inequality. I was there to break the code.

I brushed back bushy eyes and deterred my attention to individual figures instead of illusive codes hidden on a panoramic screen that stretched far to wide for my eyes to contain in the abbreviated night. A clicking sound to my right put my body on immediate alert. I maintained my position with a softening to my body so I was ready to go at any moment. I swiftly pulled the usb from it's holding and slide it properly away. I rose tentatively and toward the sound I heard before.

I crept silently across to the other side cursing my necessary but not practical stilettos, their click echoed against the grind of the clocks emphatic ticking. As I approached the corner I was puzzled by the enormity of empty space that presented it's self to me and when I looked down was graced with the ironic patter of plastic teeth chattering on the ground. It was then that I knew I had been tricked.

Out the corner of my eye I saw a familiar silhouette flash by but before I knew it I was pinned to the wall, my wrists off behind me in such a fashion I had to use all my will not to scream in accumulating pain least my temporary victor think less of my immaculate capabilities.

"I thought I told you to never come here again."

I recognized the voice right off the bat gritting my teeth in remembrance of the nearly fatal time we collided in an empty room filled with black and silence except that of a strange woman's screaming voice. We had both been betrayed. Her blazing eyes signaled that she had believed it was this woman trapped inside this bulky box of ill content that had tipped off the guards eagerly giving them away.

" What are you doing here, eh?"

I glared at this familiar woman dressed in shades of black that slung over her ample form, down her curve, to her docks that dress her well worn feet. I reproachfully turn my head spitting over her shoulder to the ground with disgust.

Her knee solidly found a home at my center, slamming into me catching me off guard and remaining there massaging the dull pain that was beginning to make my clit throb uncontrollably. I tried with all my will to push her away from me calling her all sorts names, anything but the name I once loved. Annabelle. She leaned in closer, breezing my ear with her breath, elevating the pressure, hurting me, making me wet.

"Christen remember......Remember when we weren't like this.....Remember when I...." Annabelle sighed with the memory still fresh in her sense memory. There was no need to pronounce it. I knew full and well what she meant. We had been lover at one point however the last "job" cleaned the slate of that idea completely.

"Remember how...."

Her moans were bellowing deeply within my ear echoing through my body.

"Remember when I would....."

Her hands began to talk for lips that could no longer move as they slinked over my body, rounding down my face, one hand pressed at my chest crushing me into the wall, another surfed down into my inner curves. Rapidly she ripped the zipper from it's holding and arched her hand bridging it across my moistness.

I knew we shouldn't.

There were so many reasons.

But it had been so long....

Her hand roughly graped my cunt, tensing her fingers into my skin, causing my body to jump. Her other hand pressed my body away from hers into the wall that laid cold upon my skin breaking my heated sweat. Her body came closer. Closer yet....until she was flush with me. Her fingers clumsily finding their way between my folds.

"Remember......"

Her teeth came down fiercely on my neck biting so hard I swore she was cutting uninhibited skin. She was leaving her mark as she always did.I loved this as I always did and my hands flew out enthusiastically around her hips pulling her into me wanting her to suck the very nature of my being through my skin and down her very being through her to that silken hand and back into my body through her fingertips.

With her teeth still at my neck her fingers slid into filing me all at once. My own mouth seeked shelter on her shoulder biting through the black cloth, soaking the fabric with my lust, as I tried to stifle moans that could startle our surrounding's silence.

I pulled her closer to me so that her body was flat against mine. So that I could feel her pelvis against her hand.

My mind flashed back to the last time we were on a job but stopped for a moment to revitalize. Oh, I remember. My eyes flashed open as I pushed her away from me.

" You.....You...!"

"What! What do you want from me?! I told you I had nothing to do with that."

I went storming toward her with all the rage my body could contain.

She effortless forced me forward past her and onto the desk bending me over it's frame as we nearly knocked the monitor onto the floor. She pinning my hands behind my back and I squirmed but quick slaps to my bottom silenced me immediately having had put me into a space of nonresistance.

"Come on baby. Remember.......Remember us....."

I thought I had felt something earlier but now I was certain. She was packing and she was packing hard.

She reached up and ranked my pants down till they were down around my ankles only held up by the grit of my blackened stilettos.

In rapid succession I felt my bottom grow warmer and more red as smack after smack left me longing for more until I was begging. I was begging her to fuck me.

"You remember baby, don't you? You remember...."

I could feel her pull out her cock slowly and immediately she slammed it inside of me until I could feel it stretching at my walls. I yelped out grinding my nails into the desk attempting to keep my voice down but I could not be contained. She fucked me hard against that desk top as I begged more and more to cum. Her hands slapping the sides of my thighs. Her hands reaching up pulling me back by my hair as I allowed my body to arch up and I push myself further against her till I felt that fine mix of please and pain. Her cock pushing past my limits.

"Please......"

"Do you remember now...?"

"Yes. Please...."

"Cum."

I kept bucking against her with all I had as I felt her nails dig into my skin and a final moan left my lips. She collapse upon me, our breathing labored, but only for a moment as she quickly rose, tucking, zipping, reting her shoe.

I smiled at her despite myself.

"Are you going to leave now."

I knew in my heart she had nothing to do with the mishap at the last job.

"Yeah"

She strolled out the door.

"You know where to reach me" her voice bounced back at me as she left down the hall.

I quickly dressed and considered continuing what I had started before.

I decided I would anyway.

I reached in my pocket where I had concealed the vital usb only to discover it wasn't there.

She couldn't have....

"You fucking cunt...!!" I screamed

I only heard the dwindling of laughter dimming down the hall.

Yeah....I know how to reach you alright.....

*Image by FullClipz

::We Have a Love Sung Out by a Thousand Sirens:: (working title)

2009-12-08T09:51:00.000-08:00

We have a love sung out by a thousand sirens; magnet that’s we are. And my heart is a tipsy cup waving back and forth unable to find ground cause I am your captive ready to be apprehended and held down.

I have to admit.
At times I worry I’ll never see you again.
Like my mom who abandoned me; never to say a word.
Now, though, her heart tells me different stories every time she opens that book.
It's well rehearsed.

And your heart is like a blaze striking fire in my eyes
and I’m afraid of what it could do If I allowed you inside.
I might break. I might crash. I might come tumbling down
to the ground from my tower way up high in the clouds.

And in my hand you have blossomed like a cherry tree
saying it’s all because of me, looking at me
like I am god Ra and do you know how nervous that makes me.
Do you know how nervous that makes me
to see you kneeling eyes wide
ready to face Goliath on a drop of a dime.
You say ‘you make me complete”
and it scares me with you willing to wait. So beautifully you wait.
I wonder if I am good enough for this thing we call fate.

Cause long before you I died a little inside. Same old story.
Same old lies.

When I look around and see how you have changed
my fear grows stronger unable to be erased
cause I see that your heart beats to a brand new drum
instead of tapering off to some well worn nutcracker song.
And yes you are my prince.
But not the kind we were raised up on but the kind that sees beauty in every female form, the respect you show me every time you open my door.

And you open my door.
Slicing through my body
awaking and igniting my body
and my soul.
And you fit me so well.
And I fit into you.
I’m afraid of this love and how it’s all so new.
You’re so young. What if you say, “ I forgot about you”

Just tell me stories I haven’t heard. Tell me stories of how we went around the world. Take down this Berlin wall. Cause we have a love sung out by a thousand sirens
and I’m not ready to crash. -I’m not ready to crash-.

I’d rather rise and live on. Carrying you, the heart of my song.

*Image by rustajb

::Restitutive Reputations::

2009-12-02T09:00:00.000-08:00

When I was younger I’d eat cough drops like candy

chase bubbles til I was frantic.

Manic I’d talk to dogs when I was panicked

about how lonesome the world was at five.

And sometimes I’d try to stand beside

or above, limbering on monkey bar’s greasy arms

just to revive smiles I knew were hidden inside.

When I was ten I learned that sometimes families lie

And when I was fourteen I thought I was doing the right thing

by trying to make you smile only to realize

when I was a thousand miles away at eighteen

how horrible that state of grace,

our restive games,

and I learned how sickening was your gaze.

When I was twenty two I realized the world could care less if I cried

When I was older I’d drink lipstick kissed brandy

Chase girls like they were magic. But tragic.

A hero resolved to be her own bandit.

To neglective to ask for her own forgiveness

cause the only thing I ask is to I live it;

Life with no regret of something that was furtive

with motives that are pure untimely not passive.

At twenty-five I learned that I could no longer hid; even if I tried.

When I was twenty-six I knew I was doing the right thing

by trying to make me smile as I realized

when I was when I was zero miles away when at twenty eight

how wonderful my state of grace,

my transitive game,

and I learned how affections was my own gaze.

At twenty-eight I realized I could care less about dying.

I dress femme with a bit of swagger.

I (still) chase girls like they are magic. It’s fantastic.

I play pool like it’s orgasmic.

And sometimes I try to stand beside

Or above, limbering on monkey bar’s greasy arms

Just to revive smiles I knew are hidden inside.

When I turn twenty-nine I know I’ll learn I won’t have to lie.

*Image by Lord-Kevinz

:: I Don't ::

2009-11-30T13:56:00.000-08:00

I don’t think of you,

In the sharp catatonic corners of my irreverent mind

In the volcanic aftermath that threatens to overturn my abbreviated breath

In my sense memory lines wielding my fingers involuntary to click yes. This time

I don’t think of you,

In silhouetted constructs scattered into invisibility as if you never did exist

In chaste constitutions reiterating manifestations of the evolutions your love

In treaded messages pinned up by broken lovers and dressed up as poetry instead.

....Or writings. Or art. Or telephone calls.

I don’t think of you,

In well worn marks where your body once fit mine

In fortressed phantoms that tempt me by taking on your form

In the things you once called home.

I don’t think of you.

I don’t think of you…

I don’t think of you and that dream

I don’t think of you…..

But I think of this dream that lays with me like

the combustion of eyes on fresh cake mix right out of the bowl.

It still lays emblazed on my skin, resurfacing

as we darted up toward heaven following our stargazed maze phase.

I didn’t think of reason to stay on the floor

where I sat. I didn’t think of reasons to run to brush my teeth

and slipped onto the bed instead of doing that.

I didn’t think of reasons to regret my bodies response

as I fell like a drunken lover rumbling on silken clouds,

into your warmth, and into your arm.

I didn’t think of all the benevolent trail of broken hearts

and who would break mine next.

It starts with me not thinking on how

this is still our goodbye.

Our perpetual purgatory

I have a feeling this is all a lie.

::A Lover's Decree:: Emancipated

2009-11-20T12:51:00.000-08:00

When midnight walks upon my darkened skin I find you linquiring in the shadows of my mind and an air of resistance breezes by bringing my warm skin to a chill. But ultimately I am the joker to myself as I release and allow myself to feel your presence even though your really not here. Your smile forms like the sweet nectar of watermelon in July in my eyes as I pull you closer toward me and my heart smiles along it’s Judean trials and gratitude swells for this moment, in this darkness, where I can behold you without any contempt. Or the remembrance of anything else but this.

Your body slides on top of mine effortlessly as I feel the gravity of your frame flushing pressing my own down with my fingers left to linger over your body memorizing your tones as the internal flames lick at my parched skin.

I have not forgotten you.

My passion for you runs like an eternal well that is open allowing you access to dip and replenish yourself; hoping the fatally of being with out, will keep you around.

If nothing else.

And at night I feel you again.

I allow you to compel me to forgetting everything and remember why I loved you in the first place…. and why I still do. Letting your fingers slip into the creases of me relinquishing any hold I have left within me rapidly curling into your transparent form slipping into dreams, or memories, or dream…….

….or memories.

If nothing else.

At night I feel you…..

*Image by Xarv-Marx

::A Lover's Decree:: Evanescent

2009-11-20T12:30:00.000-08:00

Our frozen night song lay still on the hallow floor as the first peaks of this season snow comes briskly down to cover it as if it never did exist. The stained glass honeydew of your skin, thought once to be impenetrable, cracks and peels revealing something richer in it's internal essence. Something that had not been seen before. Each layer transgressing back to it's original form; before life had taken a hold; before you lost control.

Our song was but a silent whisper that danced along the breeze bringing back memories of old tattered pictures that never did have the chance to take form. And I let snow flakes become my tears dropping pictures of our affairs to grungy rats to drink on the streets and not to you.

You.

You are unaware. Stiffened lines creasing around my emasculated eyes and the viable echo of what might surprise; Why.
But there is nothing left to do.

And there are no kind strangers with soft smiles that will raise us up toward the sun speaking of how wonderful we are Are. As they cascade us skipping across the current of the river.
Rapids we could do justice to.

No there is only this dingy spot we lie resting reminiscing over what it is we have lost. Like painted performers and ambidextrous cast a ways we remain, because it's the only place that has a name.

A name which seems to have fallen away form our skin, although I do wish it'd come again, but the seasons are changing and I don't know how to walk backward on a tight rope fifty feet in the air.

*Image by DarkCorey

::A Lover's Decree:: Epiphyte

2009-11-20T12:23:00.000-08:00

There is warmth that swirls around me, in my body’s memory, causing a ruckus upon my cells as its exuberant nature calls to break form, to dismantle, to ring out mission bells.

But my skin is old.

My skin is well worn.

It doesn’t know quite how to bend; It only knows how to let go.

It sags slightly now.

Calling upon my mind for abbreviated distractions of the illustrious kind. But with each step it takes to verifiably tighten it only feels the well contoured edge of resistance cutting bitterly in denial. Its sharp inhale bringing up flakes of a love that went passing still remain on my skin and even the nurture of my soul feels like a betrayal

Silently, I let that edge drive in deeper, slicing through my magnitude. My ego dwelling in snapshots of what past memories. And when the wind come asking, creating a storm upon your name, I realize that I still see we. Even though you are no longer there to agree.

And yes, I’ve received your cupid arrows and your dragons flames and your name rings out like cathedral bell in my head. A pendulum of yes and no but unable to find a home just ringing on and on. It’s fractionation driving me deeper into this well of darkness where I see that there were snakes her all along.

I remember whispering to the water that although I was afraid of what I couldn't’t see I believed the murky waters mysteries would not deceive but I was too busy looking down to see the debris that had settled around.

And my skin grew cold.

And my skin grew old.

It doesn’t know quite how to bend; It only knows how to let go.

*Image by Nicoweb

:::Wanton Inequity::

2009-11-16T15:40:00.000-08:00

I've been waiting days for you.

Around this corner propped against old tattered bricks with plaster rapidly slipping to ill stained concrete as my back readjusted against it's fierce eternal nature. Each night. I waited as the moon progressed through paternally pregnant cycles pulsing at my veins calling for the beast within to break down it's hold. To rip forth from it's mental cell and inhale the life in which it considers a hedonistic hell. But I held like Greek statues emblazed in their immorality.

Until I saw what I had come looking for.

Your foot creeps around into my space in it's black ice of Armani or Aldo. None the less a flavor that fits you and my head snaps to the side sending my mind into an orbit causing me to reassert my quavering universe. I watch as you slowly slide around the corner and I take in a view that I had well memorized like programing that concludes and reappears every ten seconds. Tonight. Tonight you look striking and beautiful in your unoriginal simplistic nature. White shirt. Blue Jeans. Dark Shoes. Slick Back Hair unmercifully falling from it's coerced place. Classic.

You walk right toward me with such a gaze that I don't move an inch even in my awkwardness as my body flushes and my breath descends to somewhere else. Your stormy blue eyes hypnotize me and I follow your bodies clock as you smile and slide right past me and further into the alley to the back door.

I wonder if you even know who I am.

As the door to the back of the club closes our battle song is heard. I swiftly move to the front door and into the a darkened mass of bodies tying to stimulate bodies by betraying minds until their acquisition is eventually arrived and I squeeze in between this organic game and wait again. At the edge of the the wooden island where all drinks have found home in some one's warm hand and there you are. As expected.

You stroll through the door on the opposite side of the bar realigning yourself and smoothing out your hair before it resides to falling anyway. This time you stop as you see my full on intentionally awakening stare. We hold here seeing who will loose it all first if at all. Of course I'm willing to loose if it means you'll keep holding that pose so I drop my head shyly looking back up at you with a hunger that can not be mistaken. You only smile in my direction and instead of heading to your usual spot in the far off corner of the dance floor you recede to where you just came.

I'm smart enough to know to follow.

As I open the door and stride through into darkness my body is immediately slammed against the hallow wall as your hand slips firmly over my mouth evading any vocal response. Your knee slices between my legs pressing against my fire. Your body is stronger than I once thought you were as I feel your tightness against my curves. Your smell mingling in my amplified senses building as sweat begins to break out on your skin.

"Don't say a word" your voice comes huskily out and descends upon my wanton ear.

My wetness is immediate and startling as I feel my body wanting to let go of what it's been holding on to for so long but your leg moves away far to quickly for any of that as your icy fingers replace it riping into my pants making buttons fly like speed cars on their final lap of their most important race. Sliding right back my nonexistent barrier and right into me as I feel your body shudder and smile as your cockiness improves.

This is what I wanted. This is what I had been waiting for.

And I knew you were the only one who could.

Sometimes I wondered if anyone else saw it. If anyone else knew. It wasn't written all over you but it was in the subtle things. It was in how you didn't say "please".

And now with your hand demanding to find room within me you say

"You really think you have the upper hand? Did you really think I never noticed you standing out in the cold. You were waiting for me and wait you did."

You slip two more fingers inside of me causing me to almost buckle over as your hand moves removing the seal over my lips to clasping my very breath. Your lips come even closer to my ear biting the tip as you say, "You were mine all along and you didn't even know."

With this your fingers slide away from my neck swiftly as your teeth replace the empty space biting so hard my body jerks inward toward you and just as my voice begins to rise above the music your hand seals it again.

I feel you loosen and my body moves toward you so that you are against the wall with teeth still bearing their marks in my flesh as my body so heated with passion uninhibitedly stokes it's self against yours in an attempt to increase our intimacy. So close. As close as is humanly possible as your teeth pull slowly from my flesh and fingers grip my hair with such intensity that I stumble backward and against the other wall with you leading the way. My entire body softens like a rag doll in the teeth of some well intended dog as your hand swirls my head around and around. I feel lost inside myself. Inside of this moment. My fingers seek out your hips slamming them against me like two cars going south into a brick wall.

"I....I...."

"What is it you want girl?"

"Please...."

"Tell me what you want."

Your fingers still entangled in my air and your breath warm on my neck leaving supple kisses on my shoulders, on my neck.

"I.....want to feel you. I want my hand inside of you. I want to run my hand across prohibited territory relinquishing your upward bounds. I want to kneel down on the ground and taste you with your hands in my head like this. I just want you. I want to cum."

Your fingers twist me around by my hair until I am facing the wall and your skillful fingers slip down below me as I feel your gyrations rocking against and away and against the wall. Your hardness proving you do indeed pack as I press further back into you wanting to stimulate you too but your fingers are a quick distract as they find my clit rubbing in a motion that sends me quickly over the edge to cumming all over your hand. My breathing cools as you embrace me and small tears fall from my eyes and lay creating pools on your warmed skin.

I press further into you melting.

"I waited so long for you." I silently say.

"And here I am again love." You say as your arms buckle further around me.

The music and noise outside has slowed down a bit as most have retreated to smoke breaks outside making me remember the first time I was here.

I smile, glad to have finally returned home.

*Image by Adour

::Licentious Languidly::

2009-11-04T09:26:00.000-08:00

You were playing romantic games of spin the bottle on pebbled stone streets with an old rusting can of soup that you meant to save to keep you warm from fear. It’s liquid languidly making its way down the gutter; a dessert only the ants can fully appreciate as you squat low to the ground awaiting your serpent songs desire. And there it came. Like mist, off the lake, rolling in at dusk covering everything, causing an eerie glow.

Your own light clogged within its strings wavering as the mist played a staccato on your heart. Encircling you until all that you could see was it icy demeanor and in that moment it every possibility came true. Like the mist bringing heaven’s gates. And you leaned in and danced bleeding out your tortuous heart on the ground until all that remained was a distant whisper of my name.

Your chains unbound. Your swan song degraded. Enrapture taking over your eyes; a much stronger force than any arrows cupped in the crest of cupids unfurling hand. And as that grey kiss entered you slipping past your lips, filling you, inching past your voice, shrilling you, breaking through our doors and breaking you as you cosmically collide and lay catatonically by its side. Was it the cold that left you behind? When the mist fatally cleared?

Or was it my light that drew you as it came into view from within it’s starched stained encasement of my heart and I distantly drifted into delicate dreams that had nothing to do with mist, or bottles, or spilled ruminates of memories and awoke to blood stained sheets; an abortion of our floridity.

And it startled me.

Our fruition yet to be conceived and I collapsed into rages of fits brought on by Zeus’ satanically sharpened blots that descended upon me fragmenting me into bits and pieces spread out on the tear sodden floor. Completely come undone.

And you returned with words built for lovers, with x’s and o’s and forget me not scribbled brilliantly on bitter blue clouds preceding you in the sky. But there was a snake hiding under your collar and I saw its bloody eyes staring back at me as you tried to shake his tantric rhythm controlling your lips but its tail could be seen slicing your throat and locking on to your shameful heart. As you asked, “How do I stop?”

At that moment I wanted to run away into woods where witches and wolfs and sweet grandmothers stood but reality had quite the intense hold. So I let go hoping that maybe the puzzle could be glued down this time.

With each day we moved gracefully from lovers to friends and back again trying to maintain a place where we felt safe. I attempted to make my commitment stronger and to blast through walls placed up by grieving mothers who felt my pain and knew there was not much more I could do.

But I tried.

I laid with you, skin to skin, and tried to disway the images and thought that flew into my mind but their intrepid skeletons haunt your body making it so that every time my fingers lay on their ghastly shell I am forced to quickly disembark. I fell into darkly draining clogged up tears as I curled into you convinced that one way or another I’d make it through that forest and reawaken myself. So I squinted my eyes to blocked out that blazing sun that tempted to destroy me, closed up every memory and forced myself to forget everything. And I released with biting equity as what I thought would solve everything shattered on to the floor as grief took hold.

I laid numb and out of breath heaving for something to save me from myself. My muscles tensed as my insides screamed to be redeemed batting invisible fist against your chest.

I laid numb out of breath heaving for something to save me from myself. Why didn’t that can point you back home to me? Tell me, why did the can lead you away to her?

Can you see the illusion in the mist?

*Image by c2photo

::Anticipated Reprise::

2009-10-22T12:36:00.000-07:00

Someone had told her she to carries time around on her chest as a reminder to never rest and so her heart kept going till the point where she gives up the chance to believe in anything real. Cause time seemed something to conceal. With it’s sandy arms marching out a staccato in her mind, it’s hypnotic rapture devoiding her of everything that is kind, it’s steadfast requiem taking her till she is blind.

It makes sense that she sits lonesome longing to be entwined with someone. Anyone, that is not carrying time around their chest and instead of building sand castle, idolizing the past, they put that all on blast, again and again. Destroy and laugh. Create and stand back. Instead of building sanctimonious monuments so the world knows you exist, blow up that shit… and start all over again. And laugh with that wit that reminds you that the sun does rise after it has disappeared by your side.

Come rain or come shine.

And you can hear her heart ticking away at time, waiting for someone. Waiting, like some like me, down in New Orleans. Not sure if their fate will end down some muddy river bank, another unrecognized face. Or if they have done enough, believed enough, to feel blessed enough to rise. To rise into the sky past these unjust lie, to another city, another town, to turn that clock back around. As if it never happened. As if it were so easy to forget time’s debt.

And what would happen if we accompanied death instead listening to the witches of Macbeth. Would we be walking to our graves or would we rise out the ground for the zombie revolution to take place; finding out we aren’t really dead. It was just the next phase; our evolutionary grace.

And in the ground a clock still grows but this time things aren’t so dire, cause the seconds glow, and if you look close you’ll notice those aren’t numbers. And they never were really there.

But, I don’t know if she sees it or if she ever will cause she holds that clock clutched to her because it’s all she has known. And with sovereign eyes she waits for the zombie apocalypse to arrive.

*Image by aimeelikestotakepics

:: Ignited Reveries ::

2009-10-15T13:45:00.000-07:00

I let myself free fall into the depth of who you are and I hope that you won’t engulf me completely

Cause even as I feel myself loosing air I stay there.And there is a light that I am receding from slowly in the molasses of your soul and it doesn’t take long for me to realize that there is no going ‘home’.

But death isn’t as unromantic as it may seem.

And sometimes falling in love is like shattering the American dream

of what was suppose to be

like pictures pinned up in 1917 saying

“We want you” and secretly we kind of disagreed.

Because there were pictures that we had yet to create of a world where there wasn’t so much hate. Where I could say, “Yes, this is my wife” without turning heads. Without feeling a knife. And as everything goes black and the fear sets in all the colors begin to reappear. I find myself caught up in the beauty and the magic and the grace and our secret meeting place and for a moment I forget for some that this is my tragedy but I only see you.

And nothing else.

And I let go.

And I reset myself.

And for now there is only this moment and I hope someone does not pull me up out of this sea. Thinking they’re saving me. Thinking they are setting me free.Believe me, there is no other place I’d rather be.

And I know me. Yes, I finally know me. And no it’s not through loving you, and no it’s not through hating a few and no it’s not through being alone cause trust me that marquee was wrong.

And yes, I’ve been cold withdrawn into my own little world. How is it I feel like I have been reborn. Experiencing the world for the first time again shattering the amnesia that once had a hold.

And when I feel your skin so soft on mine I want to stop the world. I want collapse upon your skin and fall asleep on the soft parts of you and climb the mountains of the hard parts of you and wonder what built a grand canyon there. Such a grand canyon it is.

Cause in every ounce of pain a bit of beauty flairs. And what we remember is how we’ve grown as we let go of our despair and find forgiveness for the ones who tried to force us into depth that didn’t even exist.

So why resist.

And I can’t.

And I don’t.

Instead.

I let myself go, free falling into the depths of you and hoping that you won’t engulf me completely

but secretly wanting it all.

:: Hedonistic Heights ::

2009-10-06T18:52:00.000-07:00

We are on one another like terminally torridly mangled steel caught in a magnetic storm. Uncontrolled and unforlorn. Anticipating our next destination. We are both hurled forward attempting to avoid lighting buttons in our accidental awakening and pressing 67 instead. Our bodies unfolding immediately upon the closure of the doors as secretly our minds wonder if someone one is watching us behind capped lenses on mirrored walls but the mirrors on the side only grace me with the gift of permission to be a voyeur in your eyes as i kiss you with open eyes surveying your body and how it moves like molten lava rumbling under your core.

With each ring of the bell, admitting we were indeed moving, destroying our omittence of time, we become that much more hurried. My hand spans down your open pants and studded belt, past your neutral boxer and to your cunt. Soaking and pooling around your legs. My fingers hammer into you fast and without restraint as your moans ripple from your lips and I know that as we hit different floors, our sonic song is heard.

There is no time for I love yous, I missed yous, or never let me gos. There is only time for this fuck. My fingers probe further inside your cunt where I want to release the bounds of the treasure that lay in there. I want it to sparkle against your walls and pearl up on my hand.

My hips find that place between your legs lifting so that with each thrust it is as if I had my own secret manifestation arched on my body penetrating your cunt. Yes, I am fucking you in the shallow spot up against the elevator walls and I know by the rings progression that time is fleeting. With the melodic voice of a bulldozer in the haven of a million trees I demand you cum. 63...cum...64....cum...65...cum...and you explode as I slip out leaving your pussy convulsing against it's self. My hand warm with your creme and our fragrance left for others to savor.

You didn't even bother to button your pants or fix your belt that is only slightly visible through your shirt surveying a impermeable insuffurable yearning yet to be dispelled completely. Our eyes meet others as we soakenly stroll out the elevator not looking back. I smile saying, "Here's my door. I've got to go." You smile too. I don't know if I will see you later. Tonight. Tomorrow. At all. But I sure hope I do. For this.

And so much more.

* Image by ~henriklj

:: Revolving Requiem ::

2009-09-30T08:34:00.000-07:00

You captured a picture of me that reminded you of her and you put it up on your wall and told me that it had never occurred to you that I resembled a girl from days long ago but I saw it and I didn’t let go of that fact that maybe you loved her more than you did me.

On cherry street, Do you remember?

How you dressed my ears with rosaries of incomplete promises strewn on repetitive lines of time and how you’d be the one to finally break that lie saying “just cause he died doesn’t mean you can’t survive” and I believed you.

Like a broken down follower on Jezebel street.

And I believed you as I followed you down yards and all about town. You were my light and with the incompetence of a moth I burned myself harder than Jesus up on that cross believing biblical lips that sparkled like gold when you spoke, each gesture came unreserved like a book laid on it’s back unafraid to break it’s spine to revel the right signs and I went left when you said left and your holy words never told me wrong until they did I came unfurled. In the pictures that you captured of me and I was nothing more than something here to bless your inadequate degree.

A photographic inequality. Lying in my eyes. Lying in my smile? Is she creeping in the shadows of my golden face? You are such a disgrace. But then again, so am I, cause here I stay when every ounce of me says pray, to be redeemed, for her to not be like me, for these unspoken words not to disagree, for this dream to not have been conceived, to know how to fly free.

So I peak at you trying to obtain some newly awakened pose that perhaps will reawaken your soul to the uniqueness of my vitality and let you know how you stole the breath out of my life years ago and how much I regret the fact that one of these days we might exchange place.

And I’ll be painting pretty pictures of a not forgotten face emblazed in my eyes; this seems to be my unrequited fate. My disrupted reverie. And I wait for my revolving requiem to play.

:: Microfantasy Monday XI :: (Illicit Lust Part IX) ::

2009-09-14T16:14:00.001-07:00

:: Illicit Lust VIII:: Continued...

We move down the hallway with soft peddling feet and enter into the dimly lit courtyard. Nothing has stopped form before and even our entrance into all this ferocity is side stepped for each and every selfish attainment of satisfaction. Each person still maintaining there own little world until Mistress blows a whistle, pulled form her voluminous breasts, stopping everyone right where they are. It seems I didn't understand my Mistresses role until just now. She didn't just own me. She owned each and every other person standing around.

"It's time."

Everyone very quickly tosses the remaining bits of clothing clinging to their bodies and form a circle around the three of us in an even flow.

"Now."

The young slave girl scurries off returning with items sealed in a large leather bag.

I feel exceedingly vulnerable with this much attention on every inch of my naked body I want nothing more than to just run. I lean into my mistress just slightly with a great deal of innocence and she swiftly pushed me forward separating me from the comfort of her skin.

I look down at the ground. Embarrassed at my inability to maintain hold of myself.

It's one thing to put on a show an another to be the absolute center of the world.

I hear clamoring behind me of metal objects and other instruments whooshing in the air.

"Kneel."

And I drop to my knees uncertain of what will happen next.

"Some time ago you came to me wanting to learn and grow and love me, your Mistress and here you are now. Here. Now is the time. A choice has to be made. "

"You have been my acting slave but now the question is do you really want to be my slave alone. To do as I say without question. To leave your old world completely behind and grow within mine."

"I promise to give you the very best but believe the best is in my judgement and not within yours."

"I have to tell you that with this agreement comes a price. It will not be pleasant and there is nothing I can do about it if you accept but I swear it will only be a momentary pain. Pain you can give up and unto me."

"So, do you agree? Will you be my slave?"

My eyes gloss over as I consider all that I had here and all that I have become. I wonder if I really could leave my past behind and start anew. I wonder if she would not keep her promise and later give me away to some unreliable Domme for her use. Loosing control isn't always my forte but it is still something I enjoy and allows me to go to a place that doesn't exist anywhere else. But still as much as I love this.....could I really do this.

I hear her walk around to face me and there she is before my eyes. When I looked up I see nothing but love even though her face remaines hardened where she stands. I knew it is because she needed to keep up the game, yet her soul speaks of what she really desires piercing right through to my own. That I be hers.

And I stammer out,

"I am yours."

She smiles and I want nothing more than to reach out the her and pull her toward me but I resist and instead I fold down into slave pose with my body long and pressing into the ground with arms and fingers extended reveling at her feet. Her heel finds it's place in my back and pressing lightly. Enough to reassure me.

"Stay there....."

....... to be continued

*image by ZKCproject

:: A Daring Dedication::

2009-09-11T13:44:00.000-07:00

Don’t you go down that street. Make a left. Make a right. Go around this daunting feat past the oblivious roads that round about in your eye. Could you even stand behind? Cause the ghost of it still haunts this very sight and you’ve got such a beautiful mind I fear you’d get lost within it if you didn’t make a left. Make a right. Go around. Go around and round making circles in my eyes. Your hips sway like a pendulum keeping track of time, keeping place, keeping faith and I never did forget your face.

Swollen like a melon on the forth of July with celebration cascading from your lips as fireworks ignited inside. I keep coming back for more in my apparent greed to concede to not believe that you are gone. I mean with a name like grace it seemed the god’s had made a mistake. Artemis! Apollo! Who believed in gods anyway.

But I did.

I saw them hiding, creeping in the shadows of your face when the light would strike there or you saw a butterfly float by or you laughed until your insides pulled me within. You were so innocent.

And the innocent shall we reborn. Or so I’ve heard.

I hope it’s true. Cause ever time I see a butterfly I think it’s you.

It’s just that when I go walking down that way everything replays like some broken recorder dropped in the middle of the street and I can only see what my eyes say I see. It’s not pretty. It’s not ok.

Cause when those towers fell I felt myself go empty inside as I eyed my pride sitting lonesome by the waterside like some vagabond in 1928 not quite seeing what the world had next in store for him. Surprise.

But you were survived.

By me.

And baby I promise you that one of these days I’ll metamorphis out my gilded cage and embrace the sun with blazing love like Icarus cause this can not be undone, or replaced, or dismissed with dismay and yes I still feel you with me each and everyday.

And sometimes I wish I could erase that consequence for our defense. But I wouldn’t in a million years. I wouldn’t if it could dry up all the tears. I wouldn’t if I didn’t have to hear it year after year cause, did you see how so many strangers dropped, fell to their knees and found god, and found you, and I, and themselves and themselves they had left behind.

Grace seems to have brought us back to a more innocent place.

So let’s celebrate.

The smiles. The laughter. The joy. The bliss.

Let’s kiss. To her. To him. To the life within this body remaining whole. Remaining Firm.

Thank Zeus. Thank the gods.

Thanks for this.

:: Anticipated Reawakening ::

2009-09-10T16:38:00.000-07:00

I could hardly breath.

My chest constricted upon it's self begging for the collapse of my body instead of this intensive run at full speed. As fast as I could possibly handle. I could feel my legs weakening below me almost to the point of buckling but I could see your doorway. There was no way I would allow my self to succumb to my bodies pity now. Not when you were so near.

So I zoned.

I let my mind drift off to where you were waiting for me letting you know I was on my way.

I was so

very close.

And then I was at your doorway panting and jumping at the buzz that descended upon my ears as I raced through both wooden doors, up stairs, down halls, until I was face to face with you.

Your smile brightening my view but only for moment

cause

My arms enraptured you creating a cave that you could hid away and satisfy your lust. Please satisfy it with me. Begging behind closed eyes.

We moved around the tiny room with memorised steps until, it was, at the edge of your bed we sunk into our passionate amour. Two hundred and fifty eight days of savage love held within. Our oars breaking at our shores.

Your lips so soft I felt as if I had rested them upon the water it's self. Your body full and plump in your reserve as the seasons changed and you waited for me.

It wasn't long before your clothes lay spewn about the floor and mine silently alongside of yours. There was no need for words with bodies speaking unsung words.

We rocked in between one another, the sweat gathering on your skin, and we wanted nothing more than to be so close that we'd melt into one another creating one form. Legs arched between legs reaching for wetness to meet wetness and with even the temptation, the knowledge, that we were so close to that treasure, we both let loose to explode.

Your tears streamed down your face and my own in equal fold as we just held on

Promising never to let go

*Image by theluckynine

:: Sintilating Sundays ::

2009-09-06T11:53:00.000-07:00

Her lover was far far away off to some nondetermined destination that required both her body and her mind so she was left here waiting for her. Counting the days. Counting the hours. Reading letter after letter filled with oric proclamations she was required to obey. Only every month or so was she allowed to respond surveying her obedience and displaying her ownership to her.

But she had found something tucked away in a drawer that did not belong to her and traveling through her trepidation she slyly pulled them out as if her mistress were waiting on the other side of the door and quickly scurried back toward her idle room. In the bright sunlight she placed each glove on her finger carefully making sure not to break the delicate thread or stretch it too wide. Any evidence might mean something quit different from the memory that played out in her head.

Oh, she remembered it well.

A night out on the town and she was pulled over into a darkened alley by a woman, this woman, whom she had been intrigued by for quite sometime. She wasn't sure if she was a tom or not but the look in her eye made her certain it was worth the chance to find out.

She, the woman, had known all along about this sweet little angelic thing that longed for something more. She knew how to break her folds and she began. Hands against bricked wall scraping gentle skin. Dirting fresh white linen. Heels breaking at their seam under the stress of following orders executing her body in perfect forms. Bruises from lips and nails and hands and knees.

Those gloves are what she took as she walked off saying over her shoulder,

"Find me.....and maybe you'll get them back one day."

She inhaled the sent that had lingered of her mistress enmeshed in each stitch and seam and fold.

She wanted to do what she was not told.

She thought,

It'd be worth the confession.

It'd be wroth the confession after all.

She'd write the letter later,

After.

After she came.

*Image by ~st3fan3lboby

:: Intrepid Revolutions ::

2009-09-05T06:26:00.000-07:00

Your body pressed to mine does not feel like a bloody massacre but like a goddamn revolution. And I know that at times it's hard to tell the difference between the heat of my tears falling on your skin revamping hidden memories and my howl, with buried nails bruising your skin, as my body contorts and I release to you. But in the heat of that moment there is a difference as subtle as it might be. You only have to look in my eyes to see.

And when I said last night that I was scared of the world, I meant of you. I meant of us and what we could be and have done and might one day say 'that was us' Cause love scares the shit out of me. I've kept it locked away in some dark corner where the atomic catastrophe of Hiroshima could not touch it and when your fingers are pressed to my lips I feel it pulse. It's immorality of being hidden and kept so far apart. It couldn't even comprehend the damage it's done to it's own house. Cause you have caused some sort of implosion that echos through every cell in my body begging a response, causing a fractionation, a desperation, an automation reshaping me down to my core.

and everything is everything but typical with you.

And we have broken the rules and shattered the bridge that was once open to all and are now content resting on the country side where once a war was battled dividing us on two sides decreeing who could and could not combine. Most certainly not you and I. Cause you have skin that is warm as steamed milk and as smooth and sweet as the carmel on my whipped latte. I drink from you each morning; My awakening to the world. And I have skin as rich as the earth in it's greatest form a split dichotomy of winter as we brace against the cold.

Can I tell you,

I have so much gratitude for being born here. Now. Instead of in a time where we could not coincide. Where raids were common and the required trash would only put you in some god forsaken drag where not only the color of our skin separated us from openly knowing one another but the fact that your pussy looks a hell of a lot like mine when I go down on you in the alley with hand bracing the back of my neck and your breath short and sharp as you came hard against my mouth. So I want to say thank you to all those that made it safe for me to stroll down the street day after day with you leading the way, my arm laced within yours, my lipstick creating beauty on your cheeks, my eyes sealed to yours and the sunshine rising on our backs.

Yes your body against mine does not feel like a boldly massacre but a goddamn revolution with no signs of surrender waving in the air. Only the sweet smell of non resistance swelling gaining force. A torpedo.

*Image by EeehOoops

:: Luminous Longings ::

2009-08-31T09:50:00.000-07:00

With my lips pressed firmly to yours I attempted to inhale every fabric of your being so that I could feel you swirling around my insides and when I'd run out of breath return you again to your original form. In this way, you'd know me in a way that no other has. Down to a cellular level. Down to my DNA. I heard your breath distinctly drown out all other sounds in my ear as the revelation of who I was danced along your insides. Yes, a bit of me followed you there.

Your eyes flashed open and I felt you pull me closer to you, grounding me against you, your fingerprints writing a secret language all over my broken skin filling the cracks with the tender sigh of your awkward amorous words. Grail in language that does not require eyes or mind or logic or thought. It only needs to be felt to be known. I longed to see this, your breaking forth to passionate pleas with your unbridled lust coasting on our waves taking over collapsing upon your magnificent shore. The here and after and the maybes and why nots and temptation to fall to not to fall are thrown to the wayside left to collect themselves as they scrabble stumbling somberly out the door.

We melded into one another rocking softly as we threw our inhibitions off like old tattered clothes and gave over to an energy that was larger than us both. One that could shadow our memories if we just give it a chance. It's a 110 degrees in the shade. Why, don't you come on over. Have some lemonade.

Do you know?

Do you know how your touch, something as simple as your lips upon mine, has me on edge wanting to sacrifice my idealized you just to keep you around? Your way better than any Zeus can be realized and I have been waiting for that thunderous lightening to hammer into the middle of my mountains and create new form. Can you feel me all around you? Surrounding you. My release a cosmic flood puddling you, out numbering "just you". Hot and smoldering touching you at your core.

Let it inflame you. Let it blaze in you. Haven't you heard that the greatest beauty comes from death? The greatest victory is your transcendence. We are not caged birds. We do not have to sing.

*Image by perlesdepluie

:: Sintalating Sundays ::

2009-08-30T15:09:00.000-07:00

Her eyes spoke for her in the silence of this room as she pleaded with her body half closed half open and it's vulnerable attributes emblazing the horizon of your eyes as hiding such illuminations seemed impossible to say the least. You stood sorting through tattered trinkets that occupied multiple boxes all marked in permanent ink, etching of past lovers that had left a piece of themselves with you.

You were searching for something that appeared to be lost within these not so forgoten remains as she waited silently for you to return. She didn't want to beg. She didn't want to plead. She wanted you to come on your own. She did see the occasional look of longing that luquidated your eyes as you gazed over and just almost tipped your foot her way directing your energy, letting her know your on your way.

For one last time she let her eyes pierce your way startlilng you clashing tricket to the floor. Even in your distress of allowing something else in you realized that it was here and now or never ever more with her. Tipping your foot her way, directing your energy, letting her know your on your way.

She wondered how long it'd take to make those five leap for here to there to her.

:: Sintilating Sundays ::

2009-08-30T14:05:00.000-07:00

Her sigh was heavy in the hair as it hung off invisible drops of ragget endorphins and if only you stopped for a moment you too would hear how it rattled the soul into a place of inconsistency, reckless and selfish in it's abandonment. She sat for a moment just breathing in the reanimation that had taken her body hold burying idle unrequited consummations of the mind. She just breathed in that voice that infused the room with the sweet nectar of spring blossoms in a winter cherry tree's fortress and penetrated her soul resoluting her to a place of silent content.

Her body sensual and languid as she perched herself on her golden thorn relaxing into herself and what had just occurred. Her eyes closed replaying a scene. The rapture taking hold of her as you disappeared and returned and disappeared and returned into the fold of the room collapsing upon her and crashing ilded memories to embrace a new reality.

Even from far away she could feel your presence on her skin titillating, teasing, tempting her to just fall upon the floor shivering in release again, again and again. And you haven't even touched her yet.

::Sultry Saturdays::

2009-08-29T09:33:00.000-07:00

There was a new beauty budding within here betraying previously perpetrated personalities. A beauty that embedded it's self so deep within her soul that her very cells screamed out with joy at the unconventional intruder and embraced it creating change that oscillated her ill content right out the back door. She found herself within a space where the appearance of others no longer determined her own happiness. Where the inclusion of iridescent acquaintances was of little importance.

She had her inner joy.

And even as she stood before characters chattering of abandonment in fluffy voice and shadowy resemblances of her past she stood strong holding her head away.

She stumbled upon herself one day and instead of denying entrance she admitted her self full access to all that she is...was...could become.

She was home.

Image by miamojolene

::Cascading Corelations::

2009-08-28T11:25:00.000-07:00

We found ourselves spread out on dirty sheets that welcomed uninvited quests with the solemnly of old long lost friends. The room was damp and the air was filled with vivacious humidity that only moments before seemed languid in it's silent content. The time between us seemed vast, exasperating both our bodies and our minds till a forge revealed itself to us. Sliding in-between. Dividing.

Your finger danced along my lips gently provoking persuading and prolonging me from even moving from where I was as I held myself solid, holding form, holding firm, watching your elusive soul through your eyes.

Your finger dazzled and sparked on my skin as you encompassed my chin fanning my face with the tap of your fingers landing firmly in place. I felt my eyes grow dewy in defiance of the tremorous trepidations that had fallen resolved years ago melting and at a moment when I thought I'd fall to the ground and descend into despair allowing death the final illuminous blow, I seemed to bloom.

When your kiss landed on my skin it was like I was starting all over again.

Your fingers moved langorously across my skin reading me like grail as you pressed into my scars, my small dotted marks, the wisps of my lingering hair. I allowed for this.

You slide on top of me and wrapped me into the crock of your arms. That place where I could nuzzle in the warmth of it's shelter and without your eyes protruding through concealed windows leaving shadowed images of the my own puppetry to find a place of silent vulnerability.

Your leg conceded to it's reservation between my own rupturing my vanity and my resolve and my breath against yours, we rocked like this, one giant ball rising up and down becoming a cresentoid of the bed. There was no other thought in my mind as the silence pervaded all that was me. There was only this moment. For once, there was only this.

And as my tears fell freely from my eyes, puddling upon darkened skin, I emancipated my soul.

As I came down from my residual high I looked back into your eyes and realized that we had crossed over to a place where the light that proceeded precariously threatening to pulverize us was nothing but a light welcoming us home.

I smiled as I felt you curl in behind me.
I smiled as I slipped into pleasantly remembered dreams.
I smiled as I awoke and you were still there.
I smiled for the picture that previously dominated my life lay in shatters on the floor.

Taken over by the here...
and now...
by the you and I.

And the reality that dreams really can come true.

*Image by kabedD300

:: Microfantasy Monday X ::

2009-08-24T11:24:00.000-07:00

Timid Walk.
Grazing Eyes.
On hard shelled wooden floors
On dense dingy fixtures
On illustrious islands
Holding form, holding shape
Of every woman's' curves.

Timid Walk.
Grazing Eyes.
On me.
On you.
One me.
On the floor.
On my fidgeting hands.

I am positioned across the room from you in a familiar spot where you are visible through angled arms of awakened lovers leading a clear shot of you. You eyes are glossed over with dark frames that disguise your intent leaving only your body for me to rely. The room humid and warm but you keep that freshly polished leather jack on your body as you light your cigarette. Cool in your well worn persona channeling James Dean.

No more waiting.
No more wanting.
No more wishful
wishful...wishful..
Epilogues.

Intrepid Walk.
Brazen Eyes.
Rising,
Moving,
Sultry,
Tempting,
Steaming,
Seducting.

Reaching,
Writings,
Bold, full strong ink smashing into thin paper made for clearing not creating.
Numbers,
Slowly one by one by one by one by one by one by one by one.

"Pass this one, sweetheart, there."

Intrepid Walk.
Brazen Eyes.
Rising,
Moving,
Back to here
Where you are visible through angled arms of awakened lovers leading a clear shot of you.

She delivers.
I wait.
I wait.
I wait for your eyes to lift to mine.

And with one look and that smile of yours I grap my own matching jacket that only pronounces my femininity more against the darkness of yours. I head for the door.

Sultry Eyes,
Over naked shoulders,
Push,
Swoosh,
Out the door.

At the glass,
You rise,
I head for you bike dropping my heels in the right place,
Owning you before you are even mine.

You strutting out and saddling over
My hand searching rooming
Letting you know

Up your chest to your breast (not bound tonight) as you moan and pull back into me.

"Drive" I whisper

Instead she flips around facing me.

"Come here. Let me show you something."

...as she unzips her zipper and reveals her cock....

:: Sintalating Sundays ::

2009-08-23T10:11:00.001-07:00

She was at odds with this dichotomy
that presented it's self
flushed out filling space
she wasn't even aware she had not
been
occupying
until
it's image startled her reflected solemnly
in the bathroom mirror.

It was a side of her
intricately pervasive personality
that she attempted to suppress,
to bury,
to betray,
to bully away
but it seemed that it's hunger to invade
her every day form was much stronger than who she thought she was.

Alluding an admission in all that was
consistently destructive
and rebelliously uncommitted.
It only had one in mind and that one was
it's self, was it's self, was it's self it had in mind was it's self.

She was at odds with this dichotomy
that presented it's self flushed out
tempting to overwhelm the totality her space
in it's enrichingly erotic ethereal embodiment,
form persuading form,
hypnotic hell against her tender skin
propelling her forward enmeshing
her closer to her skin to her skin closer to her skin
to her skin to her skin closer to her skin closer to her skin
closer to her skin to her skin to her skin
to her original form.

How her breath fell away.
Fell away into her own sintialting form

Complete. Vulnerable. Whole. Unrecognizably turned on.

At odds with the honorable and the malice of her soul.

*image by by bye omoide

::Sultry Saturdays::

2009-08-23T09:13:00.000-07:00

She had so much passion
she was born with it's emblazzment dazzling brilliantly in her hair.
Like a phoenix
she appeared in my eyes transforming herself
over and over
behind those flying stray tangles; her illuminous hair.
Her eyes where the only signal given to me
as she performed miraculous metamorphosis
making mediating unnecessary and enchantment compulsory.

It's strange.
We never proceeded past the point of
magnetic pulses grapping at one another,
eyes upon eyes,
lips parted to speak denying intruding thoughts,
a touch here and there,
but never past this point of perpetrated pervasive preliminaries.

How odd it seemed to me that I had not taken her to bed.

I'd seen it many time in my mind.
Her legs dressing my own as my cunt pulsed for her tongue,
her hand, to fill me, to dive so deep I'd never let.
My body sliding against hers wanting to know how each and every touch
startles, surprises, stimulates her casing her to shudder and cum.

How odd it seems to me that we hadn't any level of intimacy.

But indeed, she is a phoenix.

And I, nothing but the rest of the world in her eyes.

*Image by little me whatever

:: Illicit Lust VIII ::

2009-08-20T15:24:00.000-07:00

::Illicit Lust VII:: Continued...

A smile creases around my lips as I feel the solidity of over fifteen set of eyes melt into this view.

I let my hands rise up spreading the young slave girl opening her so that even in the dim filtered light of the room the glint of her brilliantly shiny cunt would be obvious even from ten feet away.

I let my tongue slide along her clit, only for a moment, noticing how hard it is. How it has no means to remain hidden within it's size as it's overshadow disappears and trails off to dress her gentle folds.

Then I pull away, standing, instructing her.

"Go on. Touch yourself. I know you want to."

Her eyes meet mine and a hunger fills them and spreads as her finger trails from my lips, slicing my breasts and down to where she lightly taps my own clit drawing an invisible cord to connect mine with hers. Then her head tips back, her jaw growing slack, and a low rubble of moans come running from her lips. I drop to the ground myself, on my knees, spreading my legs, reaching for my clit. Keeping my head just below the slave girl's eager fingers.

I keep my eyes open as I gaze at each and every person standing outside of our glass menagerie. I watch as their bodies grow tense as they try to refrain, to maintain, to not giving in to their own rampid tendencies. But I do notice one couple off to the side having already given in refusing to wait for consent from the idle remaining group.

The dominate, clad in a red leather corset pressing her breast firm and high with a suit that creates a silhouette of her body displaying it's glorious curves. The girl with her was dressed similarly but with no collar. I watched as they kiss and fondle one another as the power struggle is only begining. The corseted woman knows her tricks well and her lips sink low and deep into the girls neck. It was clear who had won. For now anyway.

I continue rubbing my engorged clit. Wanting so bad to cum but I know to wait. To suspend longing a little longer.

When I look up and away from the captives outside I see a vibrator dangling from my mistresses hands and a troubling smile cross her lips. I reach out for it and she steps back off to the side, her own hand rubbing her clit from the outside.

This show is for them.

I let my fingers dive into me momentarily, wetting them, before placing the vibrator on my clit letting my whole body display how turned on I am.

The dominated female and her girl on the left are wrapped up, denying, releasing, denying, releasing, denying, releasing in their power struggle wrestling on the ground neither of them giving up. Both using their teeth, their hands, their knee jutted in a cunt in an effort to control the other. The cunts realize how futile it all really is. The end goal is the same.

Another having broken their formal stride lay directly in front of me. A slave with crystal blue eyes, completely unrobed is down on all fours staring longingly at my pussy as her Butch Sir spreads her from behind, her cock entering the wet slave's vulnerable cunt. She doesn't go slow. She doesn't go fast. She slams into her making her thighs shake with the vibration and suddency. The slave's finger braces the glass tracing the image she sees as if she were closer touching me. Filing me with her hand.

There are others fucking, sucking, grinding and yes, even a few that are still sitting too controlled to let go. They just want to watch the show. What unfortunate bastards.

I quickly realize that the crowd is diverse in it's nature and unlike any I have been around before. The gay leathers boys are off in the right corner with one on the ground and the other's hands clenched at the back of his head forcing him to take the cock in his mouth further. You can see how strong both of them are as the crease of their muscles is only accentuated by the supple leather they are wearing. The one standing closes his eyes and with a burst of intensity fucks the boys faces harder. The one of the ground holding on. I wonder if he is bruising his lips. The back of this throat.

Another couple sits on a bench further back, barely visible. More the swinger type than the leather type of straight couple. Her hand is stroking his cock in even fluctuations and he buries his fingers deep inside of her holding within to rub her spot. The one he knew would make her cum with liquid poring out like an undamned river if he just stayed.. right.. where.. he.. was.

There is so much happening that I hear my own orgasm rip from my throat startling me with it's eagerness as I cum feeling it drip down on the floor. Leaving evidence of my silent intent.

I rise up and reach over to the young slave girl.

"Let's play a game. I hold this here and you cum as many times as you can." I chuckle to myself knowing she doesn't quite know what she is in for.

She nods and I place it hard against her clit. She must have been waiting for me because she cums quickly, shaking, moving so much it's hard to keep up with her hips. But I don't move it. I let the vibrations navigate her as she cums and cums and cums again loosing control of her own body to it's deep seeded desperating desire.

I can no longer see what is happening outside but I can hear their voices like erotic angels praising the infinity of this moment, this scene, and gracing themselves with their own cum. For a moment I look over my shoulder to see multiplies, trains, entourages of people fucking and connected by their tongues, cocks, and hands.

But my focus is here. Back here. To her.

Her hands begin to attempt to slap my own away but I don't loose control for one moment. Her cries ascend to my ears beckoning me to stop but even as she asks another orgasm takes hold.

Then I hear,

"Stop"

from across the room as she struts over in those glorious heels.

"Let's go outside."

.....to be continued.

*image by ZKC project

::Microfantasy Monday IX ::

2009-08-18T10:08:00.000-07:00

My breath came heavy and hard in the cold crisp night air as I continually tried to keep my body as far away from the bricked wall as I could but it's icy demeanor enchanted my skin into paralysis as I was pushed further into it.

All I could see were her hands in front of me pressed solidly against the brick wall as if she were holding it eluding it's collapse upon my precious skin.

She wanted to be the only one to leave the marks.

Her body was sealed to mine from behind flattening me making it so that I could not move. I could not turn around to kiss her milky skin that knew my own so well. I could not reach out causing her to descend upon me with such passion that the alley rats would fill with regrettable jealously. Yet, I could feel her legs; the muscle taunt and tense as she smashed herself into me. I let my nails run along the seam of her jeans frustrated by my inability to maintain any grip.

I wanted more of her.

There was no other sound but that of the slight struggle of my body against hers. My heels clicking into the cemented floor. The scrape of my nails bruising the wall. My gentle moans begging for more.

She did nothing more than remain in that position eluding grace within her strength to endure and withhold and tempt even herself.

It wasn't until I heard the keys, that were tangled in her fingers, fall to the ground that I wondered,

I wondered what she had in store with those hands....

*theme thanks to Sweltering Celt

:: Sintalating Sundays ::

2009-08-14T09:54:00.000-07:00

She was the kind of femme that you longed to cherish
in your arms for eternity diving forth
into future lives with bliss saturated hearts.

She was the kind of femme that was
light hearted, free spirited, bright
as if the jade of life had yet to encroach upon her beautiful eyes
cascading her into tribulated territory old, tattered and warn.

No, this femme

She took you back to an age of innocence
when you could float on clouds without a thought of descending
holding dreams like visions predicting a perfectly perpetrated path.

Plainly, she graced your presence
with an acknowledgment of a world you never felt the need to enter.

A world that never quite seemed to fit in it's drag of quixotic repetition.
-No, on her it felt like home-

And you reveled in existence.

And now you bury yourself in her absence
with only a few frayed images resolving that
at one moment she was yours.

There will never be a femme like her in your eyes.

*image by ~h~ellosunshine

::Sultry Saturdays::

2009-08-14T09:53:00.000-07:00

Who is this brazen femme daring to stand before me with such a look about her?

Only recently had we shared the solidity of our bodies twisting into masses of unrecognizable forces and deviant creations.
Her playing the role of the bottom until her eyes sparked, fizzing submission, awakening a new dawn within her golden body. Firm and strong.

Yes, I allowed this beauty to overwhelm me.
To overcome me.
To embellish me.

and

Here she stands surrounding me with the swell of trepid temptation within the simplicity of her undaunted vulnerability.

I want her. Again, again, again and again.

Fuck the coffee.

*Image by angrymouse

:: Lascivious Lingerings ::

2009-08-13T12:52:00.000-07:00

I find myself walking down a mostly solitary street beside the few men that are lingering near by. My ears plugged but not filled with sound; I am aware, ready with any necessary retort. This is old hat to me. It seems no femme can walk down the street without being oogled and followed with cat calls as she tries to silently parade by. And just like clock work, they proceeded with the forecasted programing. The usual ways of saying hello while proceeding to unwelcomely invade my space.

Like I said, Old hat.

I just continue mostly ignoring them letting my in-interest completely aware. Yet this time one of them doesn't stop where I anticipate and instead he grows closer. As I look into his eyes, mine growing stone, but I can see that he isn't all there. What exactly is he on?

"Why won't you talk to me? Uh? Pretty girl, look at me."

Stopping.

"Look, I'm not interested."

Continuing.

"Why wouldn't you? I'm a guy. What you don't like guys. Are you some kind of dyke."

"Come on we both know your too pretty to be a fucking dyke."

My teeth grind.

"Naw, come on I can. I can treat you good. Just talk to me. Let me get your number....Ok as friends. Ok, not. Your too fine to be just friends. Damn you look good."

I am no where near home yet and with this occurring I have no intention of leading the way.

"Look, I'm not interested."

He laughs as he reached for my arm and I pull away from him moving faster down the block.

"Don't touch me. Leave, now."

"Aw, why you got to be like that."

"I said no."

With that I find my arm pulled roughly toward him as I hear the wine of sires blare and lights flash sporadically behind me. And then she walks out of the car.

"Is....there a....problem here?"

His hands drops my arm.

I am so pulled into the moment watching her short black hair mostly hidden under cap and sparkling blue eye with the physical body that signals she could take this guy down at anytime.

"Um. Yes. He won't leave me alone." It sounds childish. Almost pouty coming from my lips.

She looks at him. She may have been shorter...but that look in her eyes was cold. If you could kill a man with a a glance......

She cocks her head to the side.

It was a dare.

The man stumbles upon himself, collecting, then loosing it all again.

"Um Sorry.... ma'am." He says to me.

"Sorry, Sir." He says throwing his hands up and backing away.

With that he is gone in a flash down a dusty alley.

She looks at me and smiles. I just melt.

"Need a ride?"

Regaining a bit of my composure. "Sure." How can I decline.

I perch myself in the squad car, buckle up and tell her where as we proceeded on. Our conversation is light as we quickly find common interest and dissolve into comfortable banter. My eyes keep drifting over he body, her hands, her lap. Is she packing?

I am so hungry for her.

As we near my place I divert her, directing her off and down a different road. Smaller. More isolated.

"I know this bar....."

She turns off something lit on the dashboard, signaling she is now off duty. I smile as we drift down a long stretch of road.

"That isn't really what you want."

"Uh."

"That really isn't what you want."

My body trembles. I don't look at her. I can't. She knows.

Without stopping the car her hand reaches over traveling up my leg.

One word.

One word escapes my lips.

"Please."

Her hand slides down my bare leg dipping under my denim skirt. She grips hard searing my flesh with the heat of her nails dragged down my thigh to my knee and back up again. I moan out my hand slamming against the open space on my seat.

How does she know, like this?

She slides her hand further and further up until a smile encroached her lips as she realizes I am completely bare. Her fingers rubbing across the warm fuzz.

In my desperation I roughly grasp her hand, noticing that for a moment she looses control of the car, and push her fingers down to feel how wet I am. Sliding them over the river that is flooding from within me and taking them diving inside of me as my eyes close and my head falls back. I am silenced by movements of her hand even in it's awkward position and in how she still manages to pull me forward with her finger massaging my spot.

When I look over at her, her eyes are glued to the road trying to focus. Trying is the operative word. I know she is all feeling. I can see it the way her mouth hangs gently open with gritted teeth and that clench of her jaw telling me she wants more.

My hips thrust into her hand more as she slides more even more of herself inside.

One.
Two.
Three.

I being to wonder if she can possibly get her entire fist inside of me from this strange angle.

"Fuck this."

She pulls over to the side of the wheat lined road, shuts of the lights and moves her self so that she is straddling the center piece of the car--her hand never leaving from within me.

Her eyes meet mine. Piercing blue right through me as I melt further back into the seat. I want nothing more than to lean into her and kiss her at this moment but I don't dare. I don't really want to move. I don't want to slow what she is doing to me. It feels too damn good.

Another finger and her pinkie moves to slide inside. I know what's coming and I want it so much.
She holds my eyes willing them to remain open as she fucks me with the girth of hand.

"I...

I....

I...."

"Yes?"

"All of it--Inside."

"I've got a better idea....."

She slides her hand completely out of my wet pussy then popping the door open she instructs me out the car.

"Yes Sir" I say with a wicked grin as I watch a growl radiate all over her beautifully strong body.

I am facing her as she moves in toward me slowly, strutting in that way that she she does, turning me even more on. As she approaches me she quickly flips me around and slams me up against the car. She doesn't hesitate as she reaches down shoving my skirt up till it is wrapped around my waist and her hand is again inside of me. Three of her fingers tirelessly fuck me as my hips arch up and back into her. Grinding against her.

Yes indeed, she is packing. I press so hard into her cock and know she can feel it beat against her clit. Her teeth come down on my neck biting me hard, sucking, pulling at my neck, leaving her mark.

"Come on. Scream. Let me know. Be my noisy girl."

I do.

My voice disappears down the road and to what end I do not know but I spread my legs further to allow her easier entry as I feel her drop down hunching between my legs. Again her hand slowly slips from inside of me. This time slower. Deliberately torturing me.

I feel her lips slide up my thigh making me shiver where I stand. Up my other side. In that place where my ass cups my thighs. Closer. Edging on my pussy but not touching...it...yet. The tip of her tongue miraculously able to touch just above my clit while the heat of her breath invades my wetness.

I can't take it anymore.

I drop down on her waiting tongue and her hands immediately find my hips pulling me down further. Her tongue resting so that I can move my hips. So that I can fuck her mouth with my clit. My hips moving back and forth so frantic that I can feel my orgasm on edge as my finger dig and slam into the top the the car. As if she knows, she open her mouth wider to take all of me in and forces her face as tight against me as she can.

"Oh, fuck!"

I cum then exploding into her mouth. Pulsing upon her lips.

"Stay there." She says.

I rest my head on the top of the car in amazement.

I watch as she goes to the other side of the car and turns the head lights on.

"Come here."

I follow over to where she is now like a moth to a flame in front of the lights. As I approach she quickly grasps me lifting me up in the air and sitting me down on the car. Her finger gently move over my blouse buttons opening me. Revealing myself to her.

"Tell me. Do you like to be watched." Her knowing hands moving to unsnap my bra.

"Do you like knowing you can be caught at any moment?" She slide off my shirt and my tosses it with my bra to the side. My breath is becoming shorter and shorter. Even shorter when her nibble fingers find my nipples pinching and holding there.

"Do you want me to fuck you here where anyone can us?" Pulling my nipples now. I do not respond. I can't.

"Such trouble we are. I want to fuck you. Right here. Right now. I want them to see. I want them to watch. I want them to fuck each other while my cock is deep inside of you." Her hand slides to my throat lightly pressing there. Lightly clutching holding firm. Her other hand moves to her zipper as my head falls back in anticipation.

"I want you to watch. Watch me go inside of you."

I look down and my jaw drops at how large a cock she was packing. I know I can take it. That I have no doubt. She rubs just the head against my lips and I try to hold still as to not push forward yet again. Greedy woman that I am.

With a grin and one hand at my hip and the other directing her cock, she slowly moves it further inside. Pushing....pushing until the head of it is in. I can feel my pussy pulsing against her.

I don't want to come. Not yet. I try to hold still.

She pushes further and I watch as the cool light cream of her cock moves deeper inside of me until it is at fully saturated by my cunt.

We stay like this for a moment. Not moving, just looking into one another's eyes.

Then she begins. Slow measured thrust. Her eyes still locked with mine. The back drop of the city and all the eyes I know that could be watching us at this very moment makes me moan out loud. Her impact upon me grows stronger as both her hands wrap around my waist lifting me up and down on her cock as she fucks me harder. My hair falls down from it's holding making a mess around my face. I can feel it coming again. I can feel it again.

My lips reach down to her ear, "Please. I need you. I need to cum."

"Do it girl."

I cum so hard screaming out with such intensity that I can feel my throat grow sore within it's self. My hands fall away from her and down on the car. A twinkle gathers in my eyes as I push her forward and out of me standing and slowly in such a seductive manner with on finger at her chest turn her around so she is resting in my cum on the cars head. My finger moves to her lips to silence her and I slowly move down.

I know what's she thinking.

I know what she wants.

I drop my knees getting them all muddy in the wet leafs and moist grass.

I hold her cock in my hand and slowly move towards it with my open mouth.....

...and past it down to the spot I know is revealed; her dripping wet pussy. My tongue flicks it while one hand remains on her cock pressing it down on her clit. Holding. Moving in small circles. My tongue taking long strokes across her pussy lips diving in just a bit and then fully in as far as I can get. My mouth taking in her pussy as I feel the first waves drip down on my tongue. My other hand reaches for her leg pulling her closer to me griping her with such intensity. I feel her hand move to my head holding me in place as her other hand move my own hand off her cock as she takes over. Her hips are moving so hard on to my tongue that I have to use both my hands to keep myself in place, from falling over. She wraps her finger through my hair pulling and pushing me in at the same time....

"Oh, shit....now!"

She screams out as she cums on my tongue and her hand slows on her cock.

I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand smiling deviously. I rise and move into her arms only for a moment resting upon her chest. She's so warm. Her heartbeat still full and loud.

I pull her hand in the silence opening the door for her to sit down. She does as she puts her cock away and buckles up without a word. I move around to the other side of the car standing within the light as I put first my lacy red bra back on and then my white blouse. I come around to my side, sit and buckles in.

We look at each other smiling.

"Want a ride home?" She says.

"Anytime."

::Microfantasy Monday VIII ::( Illicit Lust::Part VII)::

2009-08-10T10:21:00.000-07:00

:: Illicit Lust VI :: Continued...

She moves her hands down from the slave girl's head and encroaches upon her neck as she leads us both down a narrow hallway. The walls bare with a sheen of dust and cobwebs giving it a sort of eerie glow that penetrates my mind startling my fears of crawlers and flooding forward memories of so much earlier. Earlier... yes earlier. Oh, time? Time elapses me. There seemed to be no sense of time in this place nor any need to ensure it was maintained.

We continue down the hall making turns here and there until we arrive at an open door marked in golden colors speaking "Do Not Close". First she thrusts the slave girl in and immediately she drops to the floor arriving at a well rehearsed position on the floor. Kneeling; back stretched long and taunt with her fingers resting far way from her head.

I, not knowing quite what to do, stumble into the room stopping to take it all in.

There is a wooden table in the center of the room punctuated by glass windows stretching from ceiling to floor that, for once, allowed admittance to the secret of time as I saw moonlight bathing the insides. A neglected greenhouse it is, indeed. I can see we are on the ground floor with displays of a darkened courtyard looming outside and voices gently wading into the room. I can only slightly glimpse a gathering farther off centered around a embered fire.

Her voice was behind me whispering in my ear, "Enjoying the view...?"

I didn't move.

Her hand begins to move around my body lightly caressing my curves and my rises.

"You know what I love most about your body? How full and vivacious it is. How it responds to me even I'm not touching you. If it's only my voice. Do you know what I love most about you? You need this. Not just this touch, but so much more. You need to feel me intensely as if my whip could rip through your body and touch your soul. Even though we both know it can't, we keep on trying don't we? That and....your such a naughty girl. I'd never have you any other way."

Her hand was nailed gripping my breast pulling at the nipple stretching it slowly away from my body. I feel the small biting spikes of her hair against my neck...the side of my head and her growl low in my ear. I know she wants more. She's trying to overcome her rampantly sadistic mind. I know the signs well. I know how her hunger flows.

"Up." She directs the young slave without moving. The girl moves till she is standing right before us.

"There." She point and the girl crosses over to the table.

"Undress. I want to see you." She does.

She slips out of everything she is wearing until she is shaking slightly with the chill in the room. My own body long ago having adjusted. Her arms and hands relaxed at her side in her deep self assurance.

"Now turn, sit, and spread." She does. She does this so that her open legs bless the glass with their view.

"Now....." My hair is pulled sharply downward as I moan out for more. To feel that exquisite tug.

"You, my girl. Since you enjoy taking your pleasures into your own hand I want you to do it again. On repeat. But this time you won't be alone."

She pushes me forward out of her grasp and with her eyes alone directs me down so that I am positioned between the slave girls legs. Kneeling. Waiting. Wanting.

A whistle sounds and suddenly I hear movement outside of the glass. Voice chattering in laughter and crunching of leafs below sharp femme heels and firm leather soles of butches. I glimpse for a moment their thirsty grins.

"Put on a show for them."

.......

"And don't disappoint."

.....to be continued

*image by ZKC project
*theme thanks to Sweltering Celt

:: Sintalating Sundays ::

2009-08-09T09:10:00.000-07:00

A: .......

B: yeah?

A: Please.

B: You are so desperate for my touch.

A: .......

B: Insatiable.

A: .......

B: Tell me what you want.

A: .......

A: I want you. To know you body. To make love to your body.

B: ......

A: I want my fingers to graze along your inner lips and just lightly to slip inside of you causing you to loose your breath. I want my lips upon your breast peaking them. Biting a little to hard. I want to stretch my body along yours melting into you as my cum slips from my body to yours.
I want you more.

A: I know.

B: .......

A: You do realize that this doesn't mean-

B: I know.

A: Well, come here girl....

*image by TrixiePixie

:: Sultry Saturdays ::

2009-08-08T10:20:00.000-07:00

She let me take this picture of her.

Not quite where I wanted her but vulnerable non the less.

Her image in her own mind dilated shattering against empty walls begging false promises;

She did not want it reproduced.

But here I laid her down and spoke sweet soliloquies in her ears blinding her of memoried veils that shadowed her eyes and revealed herself seen through me.

Beauty magnified ten times eluding a depth unimaginable in it's exquisite nature rolling off her shoulders and down her golden arms.

An appeal that continuously astonished me as it reverberated a million times in my mind.

A soul...

A soul...

Her soul...

A soul....

A soul....

Her soul...

A soul....

A soul.

Her soul...

A soul...

A soul...

Her soul....

Her exquisite soul....

She let me take this picture of her.

And all that I ask, is she let go.

*Image by TearsOnThePiano

:: Illicit Lust VI ::

2009-08-06T12:54:00.001-07:00

:: Illicit Lust VI :: Continued...

I submit to her kiss willingly. Eagerly.

It's warmth spreads through my body and I long for nothing more than the continuous of this. I follow her as she rises up off her knees and moves me closer to the wall so that my back is pressed flat against it. Her lips graze my ear...

"I know I'm not suppose to...."

"Please."

Her lips return to mine with even more passion as her hands begin to explore my body finding my breasts swollen and hard in her hand. She touches me gently. More gently than I have had here. Her lips dribble down my neck leaving small bit marks that turn my skin to goose flesh as her hands roam all over my body until I feel just the tip of her fingers on my clit moving in small circles.

At the first moan her hand is over my mouth and her eyes tell me not to make a sound. It's imperative not to make a sound. Her hand there stifling any sound is received in gratitude because I can hardly contain myself as one of her fingers slips inside of me finding my spot. Speaking to my body as to say, "Come......here. Come here, now."

And I follow her completely.

And she continues past the point where I can stand. Past the point of delirium. Past the point where I have any control. I am bouncing on her hand jerking my body this way and that no longer caring for the maintenance of grace.

Only wanting to please. Her. Me. With my release. My orgasm.

And I feel it rooting itself within me cresting and pushing me over the edge. My entire body shakes against her as I feel her trying to hold on to me; rocking everywhere.

Oh but....

Just as quickly as I hear it....

"tsk...tsk....tsk...."

I see Her standing strong right behind this small girl pulling her up by the hair and away from me. Her eyes wonderfully closed. A mix of pleasure and pain sparking behind her eyes.

I look up wondering what will happen....

What will happen next....

That stone cold look in her eye and that wicked glint in her smile let me know she won't let this get away.

She's gonna have some fun.

*image by ZKC project

Listen to me tell you dirty stories August 22nd Chicago.

2009-08-05T10:52:00.000-07:00

:: Microfantasy Monday VIII ::

2009-08-04T11:13:00.001-07:00

I know exactly what she wants as I slip out of the days dressings that confine my body into a form of solility and dominace in a world that wants nothing more than to see me crumble under the heel of their disgraceful disgust; but I'd never have that. Not this fierce femme. But here, I can release. Here I can let go as I strip down out of my secretarial look that peaks many an eye letting them know they could look but they better not dare consider the slightest of touches. And if the choker around my neck wasn't an obvious indication then the look in my eyes quickly clarifies everything. I fold everything seamlessly and placed them all on the edge of the bed; My black stilettos their shining glorified crown.

I position myself on my knees on the floor. I know she will be in within moments and as I hear the click of one door closing and her boots moving swiftly down the hall I bow my head and spread my leg so that my pussy is visible even from this position.

I only hear her sharp intake of breath and a chuckle rumble through her throat as she drops everything.

She walks over to me.

Taking tip of her boot and sliding it between my legs sealing the open space and giving my clit a resting place,I try not to move.

Even as her boot begins to shake.

To vibrate.

My wetness glistening there. Shining them up.

This has all been done before.

I know....I know....I know.....I know......I know.....

But I consider, for a moment, breaking the rules......

With a wicked grin I lift my head disembarking from our normally welcomed ritual and with a twinkle in my eye I dare to lick my lips.

She laughs, knowing what is coming next as I rise.

It's my turn.

Its' my turn to run the table, girl.

*theme from Sweltering Celt

:: Sintalating Sundays ::

2009-07-31T10:27:00.000-07:00

A: This is it. This is the day. Your initiation.

B: Yes, Ma'am.

A: You will do as they say?

B: Yes, Ma'am.

A: Even if what they say contradicts some of our rules?

B: ......I......

A: If you want to be mine....

B: Yes.

Yes.

Alright, yes.

A: Your training will not be easy but they will show you how to be a proper lady. They will show you how to be my femme slut. You will learn to breath in that corset that stretches you thin. You will learn to walk in your heels with a sway that makes everyone jealous. You will learn to laugh and flirt and smile and work your femme magic for me. And in the end, you are mine. You will belong to me alone. How will the others take their eyes off of us?

B: They won't Ma'am.

A: Now spread your legs and raise your arms like a good girl and let me feel how wet you've become. Open up for me. Let me in.

*Image by ~MadleyCreative

::Sultry Saturdays::

2009-07-31T10:03:00.000-07:00

I wonder if they knew.
I wonder if they even had a clue.
Exactly what she did in the shadows of the night.
The leather that tangled around her warm fingers.
The steel that glisten in the sight of her eyes.
The strength exerted in the palm of her hands pausing cells in the body tell them all to just

stop.

Perhaps they knew.
Perhaps they only thought about it with fear and revulsion.
Perhaps they were more disguised.
She didn't care.
She saw it.
She saw their fear
Pain
Pity
Sympathy
Disgust
Submission
and
Lust

Let them wonder. Let her fills their thought. They've already lost.

*Image by ~Ciriel

:: Sinuous Ambiance ::

2009-07-30T12:02:00.000-07:00

My body formed a giant X in the center of the room. My hands and feet bound and spread. My breath slower as my ears tried to perceive any movement that might foretell of what was to come next but there was no sound except that of the viola and concerto pianos streaming from the speakers around the room. I let my body rest in my bounds feeling it's tension already swelling and sweating the skin there.

Then I felt the slide of nails racking down my back and her voice like liquid in my ear, "Did you miss me girl?"

Her tongue flicked at the tip of my ear tracing down my neck and biting intensely. I couldn't help but moan jutting my neck out further to her open mouth wanting her to break the skin just a bit. Begging. But she pulled away. Instead Her hands brushed through my hair pulling my head down to the side forcing my neck to glisten even more in her direction.

"Oh, you silly silly girl. Thinking you can just have whatever it is you want. Don't you know you play by my rules? That I'm the one in charge here? Don't you know girl...."

Her other hand came up dazzling in front of my eyes. The once concealed glove bearing leather and many small sharp points made my pulse beat faster within my veins as I tried to remain still. I had a fear of sharp objects but I didn't fear her. I watched as she brought it closer and closer to my skin until it was right up against my neck. Slowly she added more pressure as she hissed in my ear chocking me with points that felt as if to threaten my life. I wondered if it was sweat I felt dripping down my neck of if it was the steal coolness of my own blood leaving my body. I held my breath insuring I didn't flex against the metal that pressed so closed in on me.

"Your such a good girl. I love watching you grow more and more submissive to me....just me."

"Yes!" I tried to get out over and past the archery of her meaning slicing into my flesh at my throat.

She moved her hand...slowly. So slowly that even when her hand was far from my neck I could still feel the psychic pull she on me in that spot. As if she were pulling little cords from my neck. The tension wonderfully riddling.

"I've got a little surprise for you." She marched off behind me. I heard the click of the door and then I heard nothing for quite a while. Then she was at the door again but this time I heard more than one set of feet. One soft and padding along and the other strong and forcefully clicking into the wooden floor as it approached.

She pulled a young girl in front of my eyes. Naked and shaking slightly. I could tell she was just beginning her training. She still had fear in her eyes.

She was warmed with a cool tan that perfectly blended along her skin, hair short and cropped with nose rings and lips piercings. Such a dykey little queer. Her frame small and shorter than my own as well as her breast that stood firm and on alert with nipples as dark as a raisins thin skin. I began to wonder if they were as sensitive as well.

My Mistress had the young girls chin clinched between her fingers as she said,

"I want you to hold her gaze and only do as I say. Only as I say. You do not want to upset me girl. Not today. Understand?"

The young girl agreed and immediately I felt her stare piercing my eyes forcing me to look at hers. I struggled between glimpsing my Mistress in her leather bodice jutting her breasts out beautifully and her little boy shorts and that of this girls eyes. But I couldn't stop looking at the way my Mistress' ass looked, so firm, held up by her red patten leather heels.

She only smiled that knowing grin and moved out of my view so that all that I was left to face was this young pup that stood still shaking. I could tell she wanted nothing more than to cover up her body and pull her hands over her chest but she knew that wasn't allowed. I took the moment to drift as I am not often allowed to do but how would Miss ever know. I Allowed my mind to find a space where I was in charge of this young one showing her the hunger and lust in my eyes. Letting her see what her body does to me. How much she turns me on. I could feel my body tensing and a growl escaped my lips before I could stop it.

My hair was immediately pulled back and my Mistress' voice flooded my ear.

"If your thinking of getting feisty think twice. This girl is mine. If she touches you, you'll allow it. If she slaps you, you'll allow it. If she fucks you with the heel of my shoe....you'll allow it. You are mine too."

I instantly slipped back into a submissive state of being....

But this girl inspired so much within me.

I only hoped I'd get a chance to have her to myself. Show her what this is really all about.

Before I could think any further I felt a sting at my back that made me arch forward and away catching me by surprise.

"Focus girl. One me. On this. Feel me in all of you."

Again it came. Her flogger lighting up my skin and I surrendered to it's biting kiss. Over and over again following a rhythm directed by the music that still played. I felt myself getting lost within her. Slipping.....

I heard her voice suddenly invading my head but it wasn't me she was addressing.

"Hold her gaze girl. Hold it strong. I want to you instruct her body without even speaking. Make her scream. Make her cum. Make her beg for more. With your eyes. I know you can do it. Do it now love."

With that the young girl moved just a bit close to me. So close I could feel the heat radiating off her body onto mine. Her gaze penetrated me and I stood there letting her inside. I melted into those eyes as the heat on my back continued reinventing itself with each stroke; shaking me at my core. It's like I could feel this young one touching me all over though I knew she was doing no such thing. I swear could feel her hands stroking my breast and pulling my nipples out so they extended far away from my body. It sung and I found myself wanting to cry out at something that didn't even exist. But when I held those eyes I felt everything.

The leather at my back came stronger and faster now. I knew she was leaving marks. I could fell them forming but now it all felt so erotic. So sensual. I felt the young one moving all over my body kissing me everywhere. I so wanted to close my eyes but I didn't dare break the connection.

"Down now girl!" The young girl fell to her knees.

"Keep her gaze but do as you are told. I want your tongue on her clit. Go on. Taste her. See just how wet she is."

She does. Tentatively. Shly her tongue find my clit rolling around at just the head and then moving down my slit drinking me in. I know I'm wet. I can feel it sliding down my own legs. Then suddenly I feel her overwhelmed as she covers all of me sucking me off showing her hunger for me. How much she wants to please. I only wish I wasn't bound so I could hold her head down into me. Even to the point where she can't breath. And then...I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna...

"Miss.....Please....!"

"Please what slut?"

"May I come Miss? Please. I'm right there...."

She stopped the flogging and proceeded to walk close not answering.

"Miss!!!"

In my ear..

"Yes. Cum hard for me. Cum right into that girls mouth."

And as I came "Yes!!" She dug her nails into my back and dragged them down following my orgasm as her other hand held the girls head to my cunt. My body shoot between both of them as I screamed out bloodily.

Then she pulled away. She didn't say a word she just grasped the girl and walked away. Out the door.

I was left in mostly silence except the music that slowed in it's own rhythm to something that was lulling me to sleep. My body limp in my binds.

I was awaken by her voice, " You are such beautiful girl. My girl, you've done so well for me."

She didn't know that I thought she was more the beauty than me as she stood before me and I gazed at her with sleepy smiling eyes. I felt her remove one after another of the restraints and I allowed my body to be directed where ever she wanted.

"Come on. Wake up. This was only the beginning girl...."

She walked me to the door and out to a new adventure that waited for me by somewhere around the corner.....

With fire in my eyes

I wondered what.

....oh this will be continued

*Image by glitterscene

*Image by glitterscene

::Microfantasy Monday VII ::( Illicit Lust::Part V)::

2009-07-25T11:08:00.000-07:00

::Illicit Lust V:: Continued

I awake to silence. Deafening.

When I move to rise up from my back I feel a stiffness around my cunt that amazes me. It feels as if I had been fisted without the use of lube. Without the liquid workout on my clit that drives me wild.

I try to ignore this pain and begin to make my movements around the room. It feels like the same room I was in earlier. The one where I was surprised by my discovery laughing in the wake of it's realization. Quite the mind fuck that was! Well, this time with clear eyes I start surveying it's bareness and the extreme darkness of the wood that covered the floor completely. It almost feels like a giant black hole. A catatonic boom.

There are only two doors. Both so dark you almost wouldn't know they were there. Reaching for the closest door I find it locked and I rapidly run over to the other but find it locked as well.

I fall resolute against the door sliding back down to the ground.

When my Sir and I first explored this idea I was crazy for it and thought that there would be nothing that she could surprise me with.

I was beyond wrong.

Here I am wondering what I have gotten myself into and yet I keep consciously pushing myself further and further wanting to not only please her but to please myself. My ego. My bravado. To show myself that, yes indeed, I can. I can do it.

And I will.

Naked and lost in my thoughts of what had taken place I am surprised by the feel of the door lightly being nudged against my back. I move rapidly off to the side a bit nervous of what might come next and am filled with wonderment as I watch this beauty step in and gently close the door behind her. She has the marking of a slave and a plate of bread and water in her hands. I dash for it and begin scarfing it down as quickly as my body can process it. My hunger surprises me. She laughs lightly.

She leans against the door and I kneel down watching her. She is beautiful.

Leather halter. Leather shorts. Bold black boots that run up her long legs to her knees.

Her eyes dash all about the room but do not land on me even for one moment.

And then they do.

I feel my whole body respond to that look, exploding inside. Even more so at the smile that arched along those luscious lips of hers. I am completely awestruck in the presence of this Goddess.

I watch as her mind flips through ideas rapidly and she opens the door looking down both ways and then closing it just as quickly. She moves down to the ground on her knees directly in front of me.

"Kiss me...."

.....to be continued

*Image by ~ZKC-project

:: Sintalating Sundays ::

2009-07-25T09:43:00.000-07:00

A: You thought I didn't know.

B: I thought....

A: How could I not.

You are so wet.....

B: ....

A: You've been waiting all day for this haven't you?

B: Please.

A: Like this?

B: Please.

A: Or like this?

B: Oh yes...

A: Quite girl or you'll not have it either way.

B:.......

*Image by Noir Feu

::Sultry Saturdays::

2009-07-24T13:13:00.000-07:00

She breathed in deep.

This was the place.

Here.

Where she found herself forced against the wall and take by her lover.

Teeth / flesh / nails / skin / fingers / fists / sweat /

/ cum dripping down the wall.

Go ahead.

Touch yourself.

Do it.

"But, she said...."

Then don't.

Just rest on temptation....

*Image by Kedralynn

:: Sweet Surrender ::

2009-07-23T09:15:00.000-07:00

I opened the door to Salations and strode in confidently. My eyes gazing over everyone around and nonchalantly catching a few eyes as I made my way up to the bar ordering myself a drink. I watched women dance and talk with one another as I sipped on my Bourbon on the Rocks. In particular I was watching one woman. I had seen her a few times before but tonight it seemed she was here alone.

Her white shirt allowed me to see right through down to her pale skin that just hinted of her brown nipples poking through emancipating themselves from the rest of her body. Her jeans hung low revealing words embedded along that flesh at her hips. I wondered what my tongue would feel along those words. Could I make her forget for a moment the why, hows, or inbetweens? Would she shiver at the touch of my fingers wondering if I would progress lower sliding between the edge of her belt and her center finding it hopefully smooth and sleek? But it was her eyes mostly that caught me. The piecing blue eyes outlined by the shadow of her dark hair had me hypnotized. Inside them I saw mold-ability. I saw that she would become whatever it was that anyone needed.

I took another sip.

I ordered another.

As I turned around I found that she was not there and I wondered if she had gone for the night. I quickly scanned the bar.

Looks like I'll have to find another.

I graped my newly refreshed drink and went for a little stroll around seeing several eyes sizing me up wondering if they could have me tonight. Did they know that I saw they were attached to the hips of another who eyed me just as well but with more of the slanted judgmental eyes than that of liquid lust her partner conspired? I just strolled on, past them, ignoring the game that was initiated to play. Not my kind of game.

Then I saw her again.

Siting alone in a booth with a fading drink in her hand.

"What'll you have?" I said with quite the devious smile rimmed on my lips.

"Long Island." She said with a small grin.

I provided her drink with a flourish causing her to smile and the ice to crackle a bit into small sounds of laughter. We chanted a bit about the usuals; work, hobbies, life, the weather while my foot continued to get closer to hers under the table. As we touched I saw her pause within her words and her eyes gloss over slightly as she tried to gain a bit of composure and continue her current stream of thought. I relaxed against the backing of the booth watching her try to keep her cool. I didn't say a word as she rambled nervously on. My foot moving further up her leg, her ankle, her calf, her knee, her thigh.

"Um Hum." I said as my foot found that warm place between her legs and pressed, circling there.

There the silence was.

She wasn't even moving.

Just sitting there, eyes wide, mouth slightly open, hands gripping her seat in an effort to not reveal to everyone why her cheeks were flushed or why the world had just suddenly stopped.

I felt her hand grasp my foot pressing it closer directing me to get her off but I smiled and slide slowly away back the way I came.

I stood and slide over onto her side of the booth moving close enough our bodies touched and the tension in our muscles could be felt between us. My hand slid around her hip and into her curve, her heat, and pressed through her jeans as I watched her eyelids flutter trying to remain open.

"It's alright. Close them. Let them watch."

Her eyes fell closed and her body softened against me as she let go to my touch.

"Just let me tell you. I didn't come here for 'I love yous' or ' I need you' or ' When will I see you again'. I came here to have you. Can you handle that? Are you still down?"

The nod of her head let me know she agreed as she tried to stifle back a moan that was cresting within her.

"Then come with me." I removed my hand and began walking to the door not looking back to see if she was following. I knew she would be. I walked out to my car, my heels clicking on the pavement announcing my procession, got in and unlocked her side. She quickly found her way in.

I started to drive.

"Do you trust me."

"No."

"Good."

Those were the only words exchanged on our short trip over to my place. I took the back way in and let her walk up the stairway first knowing she was a bit too disoriented, not knowing where she was going. But my voice had it's way of guiding her.

Up the stairs, down the hall, through the door, in almost near silence. I let her stand at the door awkwardly not knowing what to do or where to go as I moved about in my normal ritual placing the keys in the red and gold leaflet tray, pulled my hair down out of it's beautiful tangled mess, pulled two glasses out this time and filled them both with a crisp sweet white wine. As I slid it forward she moved toward it taking the entire apartment in as she walked closer.

We stood like this for a moment. Sipping. Enjoying the wine, the warm, the silence of each other.

"I just..."

"There is no need. Come with me."

I graped her hand this time and led her toward the bedroom stopping in the hallway to press her gently against the wall. My passion for her intense. She melted under me as my lips spread from her lips to her shoulders to drifting to her breast sucking on them between the fabric. They grew so hard at my touch.

Her hands tried to reach out to touch me but I protested, even as much as I would have loved her to feel how wet she's gotten me and to take me right over the edge. No, I protested for now. I was going to have her my way first.

Back at her ear.

"Take them off. Take it all off"

She complied standing naked before me. Shaking slightly with nervousness and lust. I let my eyes rest and roam over her body taking in her milky skin, her brown nipples, the words written in a secret language just below, her shaved cunt. My hand like a magnate found her here. Diving swiftly into her wetness. She lifted upon my hand and her neck found my shoulder resting so she could moan into my hear.

How she was turning me on.

I felt myself coming alive watching her wither and thrust upon my hand.

I had been so cold for so long. Uncaring. Selfish even, to the point of neglect.

But this beauty stirred something in me I didn't expect.

My thrust continued as my teeth found her neck, biting, wanting to leave my mark on her body. Leave a reminder. Leave her wanting to come back for more. She tried to move my head but I felt her hold on tighter as her first orgasm ripped through her body. Her pussy pulsing on my hand.

" I want more....."

I pulled her into my bedroom and layed her down gently aligning my body with hers. Staring into her eyes.

"I remember what you said before. At the bar. Don't worry. I won't." She said.

"Let's pretend. What do you say? Let's just pretend and have this for whatever we want. Say what we like. Lie if we want. And when we wake, we say we enjoyed what we had together. We can make it so it's a wonderful memory. What do you say? "

"I say, lets."

She laughed and rolled over on top of me.

"But if we are not playing by rules then I don't have to stay on bottom."

I laughed this time letting her take my wrist and pin them above my head.

I couldn't look at her. Not right in the eyes. It was much to hard.

It had been so long.....

She reached down kissing me making my mind spin. Her lips moved down my body and her head rested on my thigh, looking up at me sweetly.

"I'm going to taste you love. And your going to let go of control. Are you ready for me? Are you ready for my tongue?"

I nodded, suddenly shy as I felt the tip of her tongue on my clit. She lapped at me her tongue able to lay flatly against my clit and my pussy engulfing me. My hips rocked against her face as my hands reached for head pulling her closer in. She stayed right there. Just like that. Letting me fuck her tongue. I did. I did. I stopped caring about shyness and the what if and let go of control as I rocked harder and harder against her knowing full well it must have been hard for her to breath but that only turned me on more.

Then I came. Blinding. Screaming. Her tongue still there. Wanting more. Diving into me. Drinking all of my cum. I felt the second one coming on and as her finger entered me finding my spot I exploded again squirting against her mouth.

My eyes closed as I rested back on the sheets. I felt her rise up and fall onto my chest listening to my heart beat.

The tears came then as I tried to roll off to the side but she held me there. Pulling her body on top of mine wrapping me into her arms. I cried hard. Sopping until I felt refreshed and wiped my tears away.

"I knew it. You aren't so cold after all."

I laughed so hard both our bodies shook.

She laughed lightly too.

I just smiled and held on to her as we fell asleep.

I knew this was special.

I knew it wouldn't last past morning.

But at least I had this with her.

I knew I could have it again.

Image by Maroon

:: Microfantasy Monday VI ::

2009-07-20T11:03:00.000-07:00

She threw me against the wall and the keys immediately fell from my hand colliding with the floor with such force that it's sound could be heard ringing in my ears moments, even minutes after.

She said she would do it.

But, I didn't believe her.

Her lips found that place in the curve of my neck and made a home there. Pulling, tearing, drinking me away. My hands tense, flexing against themselves, letting her indulge in my body completely.

Momentarily.

As her hands reach further into me, encircling me in her claws, I push her forward off me and down onto the ground. Several things go flying. A balmy red vase given by her girlfriend as an anniversary present, falling, shattering on the floor. Bits and pieces lay resolved by the edge of her fingertips almost framing that wonderfully full hand. A picture of the two of them last year at the base of the grand cannon, the glass smashed, splintering around their faces. A baseball of all her past times that rested on the entryway table lay now between her legs. Having gotten there before I did.

I walk over slowly, my cherry stiletto echoing down the hall echoing my call. I rest the tip of my toes on the crown of the ball and roll it into her, pressing against her clit. My eyes beginning to sparkle as I watch her body dance in response to me. Shivering. Moaning. Touching herself. Wanting to get between her pants and her pussy to find some relief.

But there was to be none.

At least not now.

I keep pressing. And pressing. And pressing. Harder each time. Getting her right to the edge...and then rolling it away.

I know she can see the laugh in my eyes. How I know, this was not what she planned. This was not how it was suppose to be.

And when I turn my back for only a moment I feel her hand reach to grasp my ankle, tripping me, causing me to fall onto my hand on the floor. Both her hands around ankles now. Pinning me.

"That's more like it......" She sensually oozes.

Her boot lands harshly in the center of my back holding me there as I struggle against her.

Refusing to lose.

Refusing to give over to her.

Refusing her.

Until I feel something enter me, stretching my wet cunt beyond what it anticipates producing a scream of ecstasy to pound out of my veins, past my slippery tounge and moisten pink lips and into her sacred ears.

She laughs.

She laughs again.

And again.

I can't see.....

But I have a feeling she isn't the only one here...

:: Sintalating Sundays ::

2009-07-19T12:14:00.000-07:00

A: Don't tempt me.

B: Don't fall for me.

A: Your such a....

B: ...naughty girl?

A: Your such a....

B: Tease?

A: Fuck.

B: Come're, sweetie pie. There is no point in resisting.

A: But....

B: Shhhh.......

A: But.....

B: Kiss me, now.

A: I think I'm in love.....

B: Shut up.

*image by ~StefaniBlack

::Top Sex Blogger Nominations::

2009-07-17T07:57:00.000-07:00

It's back.

2009.

Top Sex Bloggers.

To nominate me as one of the Top Sex Bloggers! Click Here

....................................................

.........Really.

Do I have to beg????

:: Amorous Vulnerably ::

2009-07-16T08:38:00.000-07:00

I looked at her, my eyes moist, red and on pause. Our wrists wrapped around one another's forearms holding close but not yet fully entering each other's space. We just stood there. Staring. Looking directly in one another eyes because that's the place where we can't hide. That's the place where our truth lies boldly.

I broke first.

Clutching her close to me, tightly holding her in my arms as if my very life depended on it.

Falling apart, my tears pooled on her skin/shirt/edge of her fingertips. I didn't have words for what was happening. All that I knew was that I needed her in ways I had never imagined nor anticipated. This new feeling bubbling up and for once my legs not running me far away.

She held me close, kissing my forehead, allowing me to feel the strength that laid in her arms. In her soul. In the sound of her voice echoing within my head.

Her kisses moved down my face as I felt myself begin to stir. My hand not gripping out of fear but out of passion for her.

A passion that has been there all along but as been held back, kept safe, not exposed and uncontrollably vulnerable at that moment.

Her kiss moved down my face to find my lips passionately in her own / just at the rim. Lightly stirring the color within them. Teasing them, getting them ready for her tongue. But it was me that moved in first darting my tongue swiftly between her lips as our bodies slammed into that wall. Our hands circling one anther's bodies creating a vortex between us two.

But then she pulled me away, her breath rising and falling around her shoulders, until I was at a distance that was just out of her touch.

"Undress."

I looked at her shyly. Smiling. Giggling. Nervousness soaked into my bones.

"Let me see you."

My laughter stopped as I noticed the need in her eyes. The need for me to let go.

So I slowly dropped the stringy strap on my red dress down my shoulder, not looking directly at her but at the floor instead. My cheeks appealing the same rush of color. I slipped the other strap down as well pulling my arms through the slot and smoothly stepping out of the dress, carefully one foot at a time.

My hand crossed closed in front of my body with my eyes still looking at the floor. I knew that I was not done but I was a bit shaken never having been the center to any woman let alone her.

But here I am.

"Let me see you.

..All."

I sighed a bout of fear and slipped my silken panties down my legs puddling them at my feet and then kicking them to the other side of the room. My fingers reaching behind me unhooking my bra and slipping it down and aside as well. My arms, hands kept wanting to suffice the need to cover up. Feeling a bit ashamed. Feeling all my imperfections risen up with nothing I could do but stand still.

"Your arms......"

I dropped them to my side and was surprised when I finally looked up and saw instead of some hidden disgust in the crust of her eyes, I saw admiration. Love. Trust. Honor.

I grew calm

"You are so beautiful."

I smiled shyly a part of me not believing her. Wanting it to be a lie.

She knew.

"You are so beautiful......
..... Hear me love."

I looked directly at her knowing full and well she meant what she said. I smiled a bit, still shy standing lone under her powerful gaze. I began to see her eyes change and cross over from love to passion to lust to need and waving between.

She walked slowly toward me. The tension in the air magnetic...and I didn't resist.

I let her lift me into her arm laughing lightly at how much her strength always amazed me. She lifted me full off my feet and put me down on my back in the messy bed. She kissed me all over, slowly, lavishing in my body with her tongue. Down, down , down my breast biting lightly. Down, down, down my waist to my hips finding that spot so close making me moan uncontrollably. Down, down, down, further yet. Surprising me as she moves past my wetness to my legs, my feet. Wanting to kiss love into all of me. Up, again, past weak repeatedly twisted ankles. Up past my healed and stitched over knees. Up past ruminates of old bruises that have yet to fade. Up, up, centering on me.

Her head slides between arching my legs up, placing my feet flat on the bed. Her tongue found my clit sucking gently. Her tongue sliding between my folds and her lips kissing my pussy. My hands tried not to reach for her. Tried to reach for the sheets instead.

But I couldn't help myself.

My hands ran through that short hair running through out. Massaging it as if I was touching myself through her. Pressing her head a bit against my own head peeking out from the fold.

Her tongue became more insistent as her hands moved around to grip my ass below the bed pulling my hips up and further into her face.

I could feel it coming. I could feel it rising up inside. I clamped my hips around her head and just as she squeezed me the tightest, her nails digging in, I screamed out her name and came against her face.

But she didn't stop right away. She continued. Even through seeing me so sensitive, how my body squirmed below her with each and every touch. She laughed when I pushed her head aside roughly telling her to "stopppppp".

I laughed as well.

She pulled up holding me in her arms. Her in my arms. A tangled beautiful disaster.

She held me as the tears spilled down my face and my body shook against her.
She held me as the tears dried and I was lost for words.
She held me as I fell asleep feeling safe but still scared.
She just held me.....
and held me.....
and held me....
and held me....
.............

Knowing. Giving me space. Time. No, she's not leaving. She's not going anywhere...

*Image by ~csusza

:: Microfantasy Monday V ::

2009-07-13T08:23:00.000-07:00

We sat giggling in her little cubicle facing the wall. Sitting on her lap with one arm swung around her neck, my head thrown back in laughter, her gently pulling me toward her trying to quite me. We just collected all our laughter and mushed it into hushed voices that we were sure could still be hear across the room. We were just in that kind of mood.

My legs crossed over one another and my skirt riding higher and higher as I shifted back and forth over her. Her hands were spread over my legs holding me up so that I wouldn't tip over and fall in my silliness. I could feel the love for her spreading all over my body as she mostly ignored the silent looks from her co-workers panning over their computer screens every now and then. Knowing their jealously.

My red nailed finger traced down the curve of her face, her chin and to that spot where her shirt layed open, slightly. Tugging there. Looking directly in her eyes I let the fire for her to be seen as I reached down further, holding her gaze, and cupping her breast; clawing down to gather her nipple into my claws. Pulling gently. Her mouth opened slightly remaining silent as her eyes glossed over with lust. I just smiled down at her as she mouth the words, "no...". I knew she was worried someone would see but I had a pretty good angle and from here without even looking up....

I'd know. But, did I care?

No.

She should know me better by now.

I keep squeezing, wanting her to make a sound so that others would instantly look over and wonder. Judging. Criticizing. Getting hard.

My hand snakes down lower as I watch her eyes grow larger and then zone in, the pupils pulsing. Her hand rises and slams into my wetness, bare and ready for her beneath the rise of my skirt. I can feel wet spots already sleeping on the black fabric waiting for more to gather.

My body freezes.

Still, as her fingers work over my clit.

The only thing moving is the flutter of my eye lashes rapidly, frantically, trying to remain controlled.

I feel my orgasm rising and my body jumps a few times before her hand leaves me empty knowing where I was. Not having it happen. Denying me. I look at her with full lust as my hand reaches for her knowing she's strapped and pushing it hard against her clit. She moans despite herself but she only gives for a second before she pulls my neck down to her ear, "Bitch!"

Her nails claw into my thigh making me bend over slightly just below the view of the cubicles privacy screen. Her grip firm on my neck. My clit throbs for her. Throbs for more.

She bends down toward my ear, "You fucking brat. You think you are the one in control? You think you can come into my work place and play me like that in front of my co-workers? You little femmy devil. You'll rise and follow me. Now."

I did. My hands locked mentally bound behind me being slowly thrown into my submission. She smiles as she passes co-workers occasionally making conversation. Me not saying a word. The look in her eyes says, "You'd know better not to."

I know they were curious looking at my shyly wondering what game we were playing.

Eventually we reached a door. "Emergency Exit only" it read. She smirks as she pulled out her keys and opens the door. She shoved me quickly against the wall and slid two finger inside of me. I gasped out as her other hand flew around my mouth silencing me. She fucked me hard up aganist this wall as I lost all control, bouncing on her hand. She pulled out suddenly leaving me empty laughing as she moved to the other side of the landing leaving me at the wall.

I fall to my knees.

"Show me you want it. Show me you need it. Show me just how bad of a girl you are."

My eyes twinkle in desperation as I slid one strap down my shoulder and my finger finds my clit.....

::Illustrious Intention::

2009-07-09T17:11:00.001-07:00

I could feel her breath in my ear but all I could see was the brick wall crumbling where I stood; my eyelashes batting crusted plaster out of the way as it fell. My head hurt from where she had it gripped pulling up and toward the wall making sure I'd not see anything else. Her knee was arched between my legs spreading them far part knocking my heels with the girth of her boots. My muscles burned in my legs where I was attempting to hold myself up. Attempting not to rest my wetness on her knee that rested between my legs remaining close but not close enough.

She held me here wanting me to feel the energy in her body, to feel her heat, to feel her sweat,

to feel her need. to feel how she had changed.

Her eyes glazed over changing color and growing in depth inward like she just spotted her prey. Her body hard and stiff over mine slowing down in every way to make her intent known and insured. Her language, changed no longer needing words. They were right there. In her hands.

Most of all to show me she could have me without even trying.

I saw it before I felt it. She flashed it's dazzling brightness before my eyes between the space that remained below my eyes and breasts. She twirled it in her hand and then !!click!! she opened it.

My breath caught. My body paused.

And then it disappeared and I knew it was somewhere, I just didn't know where and I stood wondering but I never felt her move-Perhaps she wasn't going to use it- Perhaps that was all.

Then I felt it.

Right between my legs.

I could feel it slide over my wetness and my blood pounded in my ear and I tried to stand absolutely still trying not to waver on my heels. Back and forth it went and then it was held still.
!!Click!! I felt it's vibrations against my wetness as it slammed closed aware of the dangers. Of how it could have...almost...might have....almost......

I stood still.

I wanted it in ways I'd never imagined.

"I'm going to mark you, love."

-"Here."

"I'm yours Sir. Please....." It was whispered off my lips barely audible.

She suddenly slammed my chest into the wall releasing my head. My breasts scratched. My nipples intensely hard in anticipation. She pressed her palm into my lower back pushing me further against the wall as her body aligned with my own. I could feel her breath moving through her entire body and her heart beat pounding against my back.

She stood like that for a moment.

Longer. Longer yet.

-So long I lost myself in her breath.-

She started slowly serenading my ear telling me "Good Girl" and "Hold still now" and "I love you, Girl" all while she move against me pulling my hips into her center. I pressed out just a bit tensing my ass so she could get a better feel.

She never lost contact.

She just moved harder against, strong, against me.

Using my body as her tool. Me, enjoying her voice. She reached down with her left hand around my back and entered me quickly. Not the whole hand. Fingers. Filling me.

I couldn't keep myself from crying, moaning, screaming out loud.

My face gritty from where it pressed against the wall.

Her hand felt so good inside of me that I had forgotten moment ago until I felt the sting of it above my hip bone. Her knife digging in lightly. She held my body so tight I couldn't move out of fear or out of lust. My mouth hung low, open, wet, not a sound coming out as my eyes flashed open.

It's as if time stopped.

I felt the sting move across me further than it probably did........

..............................

.................. and then it came again.

......................................................................and again.

...............................................................................and again.

My breath on hold except a few gasps in between each mark. Her hand now gripping my wetness from behind close to her.

.................................And again it came.

................and again.

I heard the knife clatter to the ground far away as she held me close circling me in her arms. She held me close as my breath returned and the tears streamed down. The releasing the thought that I'd never find a woman like this. That I'd never be able to share this with another. That I'd end up used and alone.

Not with her. This was an act of love.

As the tears stopped I said my only one word there in after,

"Please."

With that her entire hand entered me, fisting me, full force.

-I was so wet for her.-

Within an instant I was cumming, wetness flooding her hand leaving my evidence on the floor. I fell into her arms and she just held me leading me to another room. I smiled as she handed me my favorite pink blanket, a pillow, a bit of pound cake and water and curled up on the floor alone as she closed the door behind her whispering "I love you girl." Thankful she could let me have this. All of this. With her.

*Image by SubterfugeMalaises

:: Microfantasy Monday IV ::( Illicit Lust :: Part IV)::

2009-07-06T18:01:00.000-07:00

::Illicit Lust IV:: Continued ....

And I just laugh......

I fall backward laughing even as he, she lifted me off the floor obviously pissed ripping my blindfold off.

"Cunt" she seethes.

I think of all the things...I shouldn't say/ and laugh as the ramped images fly through my mind/ tickling me. That one fatal stab I could blow at her heart.

She tries...She tries...She tries....tries...tries....

to gain a sense of control but my laughter continually brakes her, rips of anger, having no effect on my current state of mind.

In all my amusement, I don't see that we've moved. That I'm now flattened against a wall.

She moves her hands to my throat holding me off the ground making my laughter recede into the background as the only sound heard is my breath caught.

I see it in her eyes.

That....
.....blaze.

She's had enough.

I stop.

With one swoop she pulls me up/higher/higher yet, by my throat, opening a door, dropping me inside. I quickly reach for the door but I'm too late.

I hear it lock.

Her foot steps moving far, far, far, farther away.

I am left in total darkness.

I begin to panic banging at the door, kicking, screaming, yelling for someone, anyone to release me.

--But no one comes.--

And my mind becomes my worst enemy......

In the darkness; I think I see a shadow move across in front of me brushing lightly against my skin.

In the darkness; I think I hear small feet, (mice?) paddling across the floor.

In the darkness; I think I smell what can only be the stench of mildew and moth balls.

In the darkness; I think I feel small creatures crawling conspicuously up my body.

---Suddenly the room doesn't seem so large.---

I am frozen curled up against the wall growing both tired and hungry all at once. The darkness causing my heart to pulse and my breath to stop. Yet, my body overpowers my fear as my hands begin to pad around the room searching for anything..... A key, a blanket, a scrap of food, a fucking way out of here.

I'm surprised as my fingers, shocked, pull back from puddle of water and next to it I discover a bit of something soft and sticky, cold, in my hand. A quick sniff. It should be food. I stretch my tongue out tasting it's bitterness, it's gumminess. I'm so famished. I take it down repulsed. The strong stench waving over my nose. I lift the bowl finishing off the water in an effort to clear that grotesque taste from my lips.

It doesn't take long before I begin to feel funny.

Strange. Floating while sitting. Dizzy in my head. Frustrated that there is nothing here but darkness to validate normality causing me to feel myself everywhere all at once.

Was there something in that...?

But before I could consider that they would taint it, I pass out.

.....
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....
...

I awake, my body covered by hands, off the ground and I could hardly see through the haze of whatever was eaten before. I could see shadows, shapes, figures moving about. There seemed too many to count.

Voices beginning to fade in an out of my hearing.

Then a spot light is on and she is illuminated in my eyes.

I am mesmerized by her beauty as fuzzy as it is. At least I think it's her.

She walks toward me.

In my ear.

"You've done so well girl. Would you like to be reward? I know you would. Here"

She leans me back against the wall, the light continuously brightening her. My pussy throbs and I long for her.

But I didn't expect to feel what I felt next.

Who was that?

Was that down there?

Sharp. Hard. Wet.

And I pass out.....

*Photo by~elvybeauti

::Tortured Soul ::

2009-07-03T12:43:00.000-07:00

My fear of the past penetrates me like your knife flush upon my skin. Scaring me causing a fright that overwhelms my view with the danger of it all.

I watch as it moves across my body and I

stand

completely

still.

Knowing that one slight movement in a alerter direction could mean destruction to the outer sentiments that I hold to dear and near. My breath languid and low as if saying, "I don't know...." My mind void of all thought except this....

That I want.

That I need you.

That my world falls apart without you.

That....

this.....

all.....

I've seen before.

The totality of its destruction still marking my skin/Her knife still lodged icily in my rim of my back.

But, I look in your eyes and I melt. All my nightmares fall away as if to say that this time...

This time...

/this time

might be different.

The motives disengaged.

So I let that deadly weapon ripple over my tense body, down my side, around the curve of my breasts, making my legs spread at it's suggestion there. I even let it slide over my wetness proving that even through my fear, I enjoy this. That even through my self retaliation I enjoy this. My conflicted soul battling what I love, battling what at the same time hurls me on the floor.

Please hurl me on the floor even though, in the end, I know it will hurt.

"Please" I beg in your ear.

You say nothing.

You

Your hand lands harshly against my cunt moving fiercely as the blade rest against my hip; the sharpest point angled downward. I can feel it prick my skin but I can't see how much blood is dripping from that spot.

It hurts.

But what you are doing to my cunt turns me on. And then....I can feel it. I can feel it coming on.

You can see in my eyes.

You want it.

You want to pull it out of me.

With your eyes so very intense, you say, "Cum Dammit!"

I don't cum.

I explode.

Into a million little piece all falling upon the floor.

But before my eyes can even look up....

You walk silently to the door.

You leave me cold, shivering. Alone. You, fading into the night but I know you'll be back.

You will return.

Only when you want to.

When you want me.

You'll return when you know, I want to be yours.

*image by nocturno

::Shiny Titillations::

2009-07-01T15:25:00.000-07:00

You were out working on your platinum mustang in the heat of the shadowed garage. I could only see your legs stretched out long and lean in your Levis. Your work boots ashy from the dirt outside. I stood watching in admiration of how simple this was for you. How easily you moved below advancing quite quickly through the evening.

You slowly slid out from under that beautiful machine on your back, your ribbed tank pulling up slightly to reveal the smoothness of your milky side, smudge marks dressing your upper body and your face revealing that smile. You sat up pulling your legs up to meet your chest dusting dirt from your hands.

I watched your eyes register my appearance across from you leaning against the wooden tool shelf that you installed yourself and I owned that space with my hands parched on the edge holding myself up. My flimsy black skirt danced around my legs as the wind grew closer for a better view and my red tank hung close to my body, low and revealing. There was a light sheen shinning along my body from the intense southern heat.

A glass of ice water rests limply in my hand.

You smile that cocky grin and chuckle as you take me in.

I stride over to you handing you the glass sliding my leg between yours. I wondered if you could see that I was not quite dressed. Or were my heels to much of a distractant?

As you take a swig I pull back only slightly, enough so that you can move about if you so please to do so. Back against the car spreading my arms long aside you looking forward instead of down at you.

Not a word has been exchanged.

The tension crackling.

You rise up coming close.

Closer yet.

Reaching toward my side.

So close our lips almost touch.

But you reach past me- smiling, pulling a wrench out from the back seat of the car and walk away with a light chuckle following behind you in my ear.

I stand too heated to move. I watch you like prey. Wanting you.

In an spontaneous instant I pull up my shirt, talking it off, revealing my large beautiful breasts and float out onto the driveway into the burning sun stretching my arms wide tilting my head back.

Fuck...!

I didn't even hear you coming behind me but there you were in my ear growling pulling me backward back into the garage faster than I could move having me tripping over my heels. Slamming me against the freshly restored mustang making a mess of me. Your hands shoves my body down over the car as much as would be allowed as your other hand pushed my legs forcefully apart.

You came close then. Flush against the back of my body.

Slowing.

Slowing.

But the growl in your throat reveals your inner tension.

It gives you away.

I pressed my ass back into your center. Are you packing? I pressed further. Oh yes, you are....

Your hands dig into my hip as I turn back toward you with a wicked grin glazing my lips teasing you. Seeing how far you'd let me get.

Your eyes flash over growing darker and you grasp my hair pulling my head back.

"You think you can just come in here and like this. Dressed like this. Acting like such a bad little girl and I do nothing? You've go another thing coming girl. I'm gonna take you like you've never been taken before."

She bit into my neck sucking hard.

I knew she was leaving a mark.

She pulled her mouth away releasing a famished moan throwing my head down and into the car quick as she could. I was bent over the door revealing my legs, my ass, on the outside spread wide for her. She didn't waste any time and before I knew it she filled me with her cock.

All the way. Deep. Hard. One single deep hard thrust.

I cried out feeling completely filled.

Then slow.

Gentle.

Thrusts.

"Your mine girl. Don't you forget it. Your so fucking beautiful. I'm going to take you. Take you hard. You'd like that wouldn't you? But I want you to beg for it. I want that wet cunt of yours to beg for more. For all of me. Beg for it, girl...."

And I do.

My pleas become trembles as my body shakes. As my hips try and thrust to meet her cock but are unable to move with her hand holding my hips still against the car. My clit hitting the new shiny exterior each time she goes full tilt.

"Please. Please. Please baby. Fuck me. I need it hard. I need it to hurt. Take me, I'm yours. All yours baby. Pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeee......"

With that she was slamming into me harder causing the car to shake where it stood. I grasp for anything, everything in the car trying to breath, to hold on. I could feel sweat dripping from her body on to my back and this was only turning me on more.

"I want you to cum girl. Cum for me...Just for me."

"Just for you love......" I whisper loudly as I clinched down hard on her cock, cumming, cumming, cumming all over her. I slow my frantic movements, pausing my body.

She pulls me out from inside the car to the outside, against it, her back against my ass, her cock rubbing against my pussy with it's size. Dragging her hand down to my wet pussy circling as her other hand comes up to my throat holding tightly. Taking my breath away.

"My little slut......"she whispers between clinched teeth.

I could not reply.

I could only respond......

as another orgasm rips through my body spilling down to the dirty floor as I squirted against her hand. Saturating her.

My body grows limp against her. I rest. Trying to catch my breath.

"You think your done girl? All the teasing you've done? No.

Come here.

Turn around.

Now down."

I fell to my knees feeling the pain of the concrete tear into my them. She strokes my face softly. Lovingly. Looking in her beautiful eyes remind me just how much I loved her and I can see that passion vibrating in hers as well. She grips my chin with her fingers tightly shaking my head a left and right.

"Now suck it...."

My mouth went right for her. Hungry. Needing this as I felt her hand reach to the back of my head holding me there.

"Hands behind your back girl."

There they went.

But.

It was harder now.

I feel myself tipping over forward as she took small steps back demanding that I follow and still take all of her in my mouth. When my hands accidentally hit the floor in and effort to prevent myself from falling face down she grapes my hair hard, taking control of my body, growling angrily, fucking my lips.

I watch as she looses herself. As she forgot about me. As she uses my mouth to get herself off.

When she cums she throws my head back. No longer needing me.

I sat up against the car door as she wiped the sweat from her lip, her brow, her hands.

It wasn't until now that I remembered the open garage door. Realizing that in our haze anyone might have passed by and leaving us unaware.

From across the way I thought I saw a window curtain drop.

She just smiled and walked toward the entrance to the house.

"Thanks for the water, love." She said winking and smiling away.

Thanks indeed.

*Photo by ~Hajee

:: Microfantasy Monday IV ( Illicit Lust :: Part III )

2009-06-25T10:11:00.000-07:00

(Warning. This story contains situations that are not consensual in their nature.)

Illicit Lust:: Part III

"Get on your knees, Bitch."

The voice came deep. Hard. Unfamiliar.

My eyes were quickly blinded but not my mouth....

"I want to hear your cries."

His fingers curved around my face and he propelled profuse proclamations of admiration curling my stomach, making me sick.

I could feel the gruff of his hands. The proof he would do what he said hidden in their crevices.

I was told to rise and walk. Where? Over to the far corner. But which one where?

I stumbled around like a child taking it's first steps and he just stood where he was laughing at my reckless abandon.

I was desperate to concede into the corner he addressed wanting to prove his cackles wrong.

Wanting to prove that I didn't need him at all.

And then....

I was falling, falling hard as I shrieked out. It seemed I was flying in the air momentarily before I came down with a thud on the ground. I instantly felt the heat of new bruises burning my skin.

I growled in anger and stood then.

I was not going to take this.

Not from him.

I ran as hard as I could toward his voice using every once of muscle to take him down.

Again/ It came / Down I was.

I sat on the floor.

Listening closely.

My anger at a breaking point.

I stood slowly.

I walked slowly.

Ahead.

I could hear nothing but my own breath.

And then I stopped.

There was a ticking sound. Somewhere. Over there? It seemed to move. To surround me. Then it stopped.

I don't know how it happened but I found my self flat on the ground, tripped, face flush down, him spread on top of me. I was screaming and kicking and punching and he did nothing to stop me, all until the tears came. The force of his body on mine suffocating me. He held me, my body repulsed, still not wanting to give into this man. But the warmth, comfort took hold. Took over. I stopped then letting it all out, moving almost fetal as he curled further into me. My mind, my body confused and conflicted.

As I calmed he drew me upward and weakly I walked descending limply down a flight of stairs. When I reached the bottom my feet landed in something cold that covered halfway up my calf.

Where did the water come from?

There seemed to be a rush now as he pushed me forward forcing me to move faster to some undescribed destination. He threw me down on my knees covering half my body in water. It was cold and I was so very tired.

I heard rustling. A zip zip zipppppp down. My face grew large with a "no" and my head began to shake.

"Not this."

"Please, not this."

He once again stroked my face in that gentle way and my head fell to the side when he slapped me hard.

"You'll do as say." he hissed.

I tried to calm. My mind thinking of what I could do to harm him, to hurt him, to make so he'd never do this again. It was futile these thought. In this case he had the upper hand.

"Open."

And I did. Trying to hold back my gag reflex. Something I was sure he just loved.

I felt the tip of it first. Foreign. And as it slid further back into my mouth I discovered......

This boy wasn't who he said he was.....

:: Illicit Lust :: Part II

2009-06-25T09:58:00.001-07:00

I didn't scream at first.

Nor later....

... as I watched with closed eyes as she pierced my skin causing warm liquid to,to drip down my body. I wasn't even aware of it seeping from me until it landed on a new spot, cold and solid, startling suddenly. My mind disappeared as she continued, falling into some black hole where I was left floating. Out of control. Out of my mind. Surprisingly I began to long for her proverbial etching to permanently become engraved across my skin so that I would know that I was hers.

So that they would all know that....I was hers.

**!!!!!!**

I was awoken by a strong, hard, slap to my back that activated every sense in my body all at once causing me to pull forward and away afraid of any other breaking blows...but they came....causing me to pause.

Almost at full force.

Her fist flashed into my shoulders, into my back as I melted into the floor.

She didn't stop.

I lay in comatose feeling each strike ring through my clit as my body was giving over. My hips to moving/Rising/ Falling/ Rising/ Falling/ Rising/ Falling. I reach up to meet each blow.

"Not yet, girl. Don't you cum!"

And then she stopped.

I suddenly became aware of the floor, cold and slimy tasting bits of silvery salt on my tongue. She was moving around but I couldn't tell where, my eyes rapidly growing drowsy falling into exhaustion. Yet, I couldn't mistake the shadow that penetrated my view.

I stayed there only pulling my knees up into kneeling with my back out stretched. Arms long. Fingers pressed flat.

Why was she waiting so long?

I knew better than to look up but I couldn't help myself.

What I saw took me by complete surprise.

I looked into a strangers stone cold grey eyes and asked,

"Why?"

They only chuckled and I prayed no.

Why was she doing this.......

....she knows I don't play with boys.

Those boots can down on my fingertips silencing my mind forcing the blood in another direction.

I silently wondered if I'd come to regret this....

I silently wondered if I'd come to regret her....

::To Be Continued::

*Photo by Dor-ris 8

:: Microfantasy Monday III ::

2009-06-22T10:54:00.000-07:00

I am forced by the back of my neck out of the room, down the hall and into the restroom stall which is slammed behind me as my body is followed by the same. Her hand at my neck, not hesitating, entering me, filling me off the bat. I was so wet that I knew within moments her fist would easily slide inside of me.

Her other hand went from my throat to my mouth covering it silently telling me,

"shut the fuck up"

I try,

but it's hard to stay silent when my body demands a response.

When her fist does slide fully into me, impaling me on her hand, my body grows still as my eyes grow large and I hold in what I'm not to expel.

"Your mine, girl. My little slut. You do only as I say. As I need."

"----Please!-----" I mutter through the confinement of her palm against my face.

She only chuckles fucking me harder.

".....don't you dare cum......"

It seems I didn't want or need it so badly until she uttered those words. The tension in my body growing with each thrust.

She loosens the grip on my mouth only to reach upward pulling my hair down and toward her.

Closer.

Closer still.

"Your such a dirty little girl making me pull you in here and take you like this. You just can't help your self, can you? Your a cum slut aren't you? Anything to get off?"

" You think I'm just going to let you cum....? You better not. You better not, girl. Even as I do this."

She descends down my body immediately placing her lips, her tongue, her mouth on my clit. My body shook hard as my hands tried to resit not reaching for her head, to pull her closer, to cum in her mouth.

I stood almost frozen.

Almost.

For that lone hand that could no longer hold back reaching for her head greedy for more. She rose immediately, slapping across the face, pulling my hair, my head down to her lips.

"Girl, you know better than that....."

And that's when I heard it.

Her voice.

"Callie?"

"Callie, is that you?"

My Sir just smiled at me with eyes that grew brighter by the moment. She just swung open the door, her fist still inside of me, as the other woman entered.

"Stacey?" I said in surprise.

"I'm Miss to you slut. Now bend over and take it like a good girl."

The next thing I felt was a rope descend around my neck tightly as Sir's hand slipped out and Miss's cock entered me. I could hardly breath let alone moan out.

Sir's voice was in my ear.

"You think this is it, girl? Oh no, there is so much more."

I suddenly heard other feet, many, walking around as I was blind folded, dragged out to unbeknown eyes.

"Oh, this is going to be fun...." she said as I fell to my knees unaware of what was going to happen next but wanting more. Needing more. And as the first sting awoke my body I knew I was in for more. I was in for so much more than I could ever imagine.

:: Illicit Lust ::

2009-06-17T17:19:00.001-07:00

I was kicking below her.

I

............was

.............................kicking

...................................................hard.

She lurched far above me, another woman's hands at my throat.

...This wasn't apart of our agreement. This isn't what she said.....

The rage in my eyes spewed out toward her but she only smiled pleased with her sadistic mind as I kicked harder aiming to swipe her off her feet. Unsuccessful even at my best attempt.

I was growing weaker by the moment, lack of air enforcing rules I again didn't propose.

I suddenly felt my legs covered by several hands, fingers crawling around my ankles, my legs, weighing their resistance down. They remained there strong in their resolve. Stronger than anything I had left remaining within me.

Just as my eyes were to close and my body lie numb her boot landed sharply on my chest- hard - expelling all remaining air reserved in my lungs as the hands around my neck just as quickly dissolved. I inhaled- sharply- rising my upper body away from the floor.

My breathing, faster and faster and all I could see were her magnificent legs clad in leather spread before me. I so longed to stroll my tongue up that leathered leg. To worship that which protected her skin from harm. Show her my vice. Show her how well I could do.

How I hated and loved her at this moment.

My head was sharply pulled upward so that my eyes met hers instinctively. On command. She growled.

"Oh, your gonna get it girl."

My heart thumped fast and I felt fear bubbling under my skin ready to burst forth. I didn't dare move.

Her fingers entangled in my hair pulling me up releasing me from other invading hands, she spun me around slamming my back to her chest, the strength of her arm across my chest again declining my breath. She moaned into my ear, high off my fear.

I dared.

I said.

"This wasn't apart of our agreement. This isn't what you said......."

Her voice of soft like liquid in my ear. "Does it look like I care?"

With one hand at my clit, circling, driving me wild, I felt something sharp prick my back.

"I'm no where near done with you girl. I'm only getting started......"

:: To be continued ::

*Photo by Dor-ris 8

:: Microfantasy Monday II ::

2009-06-15T15:19:00.000-07:00

I arrive off the elevator saturated in sexiness.

Click

Click

Click down the hall in my heels.

My eyes find yours instantly, sharply and intimately with an inability to break such a sincere hold.

One.

Beat.

Two.

Beat.

Three.

Beat.

Four and my eyes falls away but keeping you in my periphery enough to see you do a double take.

I smile.

__________________________________________________________

Sitting, writing, I rise and move to get water and return once more to where I had been but I am startled when my arm is pulled backward, awkward in it's angle, pinned with my back against your body.

"Do you think I didn't see that look?......Do you think I didn't see that look in your eyes?"

My breath slowing, deepening, my body at alert. Her other hand moved down my stomach to my spot and grapped tightly causing a startled moan to be forcefully expelled from within.

"you see, I've been watching you.

I know.........what you need.

I've got........what it takes."

She pulled me in closer my body involuntary moving against hers.

"You little slut. You don't even know me, but you'll do as I say, girl. Wont' you?"

"Now follow me."

She pushed me forward guiding me around the corner toward a concealed door down the hall. All was dark within and as she closed the door the last thing I saw was a look of ill intentions flash across her eyes as my body was slammed against the wall. Lights out.

"Now take it girl."