Two down, one across

He's got the newspaper open to the crossword, balanced on his knee. The tip of a pen resting on his lower lip and his right hand hilted in my cunt and arse.

I'm on my back wiggling an squirming and moaning. I come in an aching wail.

He puts down his newspaper and goes to the sink to wash his hands, theyre smothered in my blood and scrapes of feces.

Steff

She's on top of me on the sofa with her hand down my knickers. Im saying "think about this, is this what you want" she went upstairs and took her clothes off and came back down. We laid her out on the foot stool and I got to licking her pretty little cunt. She's oozing all over me and enjoying herself. He's torturing her nipples. We though she was only coming over for dinner. She lays me down now. Guess I'm dessert. Her fingers are thrusting in and out of me and I'm squirting fluid out as she pumps. She's so pleased and she keeps calling me a good girl. Sweat and fluid glistens on her face lit up by the fire in the room. We cuddle afterwards skin on skin and she tells me I'm beautiful and I'm just somewhere else because I want to be her girl. Good, like she said.

Sick Girl

I have all these dark fantasies about him. I long for a violent entanglement. Our new routine is that he fucks my cunt and arse harsh and hard. He spreads my holes open until the skin splits and I'm bleeding and crying or wishing that I could cry. My moans are guttural now. Vile yelps of agony and love and suffering dedication. I long for him to push and use me more. I long for him to fill my vessel body with cum and piss and spit. I long for him to use me to urinate on or into, to run his dirty, yellow tipped fingers against my gums. To push them down my throat until I vomit in his hands. I want him to make me disgusting. I want to feel disgusted by myself. I am painfully aroused by these ideas.

Simone Again

We hook up in this bar and you spend a lot of time trying to talk to me about emotions and my behaviour and here I am thinking, that I've got just about no idea what I can say here to get you into bed with me.

You've got my knee clenched between your thighs. I can feel the firmness of the muscle and Im fantasising about the heat and the smell of your cunt. You keep leaning in to talk to me and my skin fizzles when your cheek brushes against mine.

You've got new tattoos on your right arm, girls with long swirling hair. I can feel the rise of the fresh ink while I run my finger tips up and down your skin.

It takes me a while of pretending I'm listening with depth and understanding and then you start telling me I'm beautiful and hot and blah blah blah and I'm still just thinking about your flesh and how it looks under your clothes and how it's going to mark when I bite into it, come and spit and mess leaking from your eager holes... But I digress...

We kiss for a long time, brushing noses and lips, touching skin, squeezing flesh, I stroke your neck, your skin is soft and I'm feeling desperate to fuck, I'm pulsing in my jeans and I'm aching and I feel sick in the pit of my stomach and I want you so badly.

I invite you home, but youre staying with a friend and I get sick of the anticipation so I make my excuses and leave

Consensual non consent

I am coming awake and I can feel a cool lubricated finger sliding between my lips to wet me. Two knuckles gently open my hole and he pushes his cock into my half asleep body. I close my eyes and try to wake myself up. It is uncomfortable. I am not aroused.

I sigh in my half asleep and roll onto my belly. I bend my knees as he kneels up and expose my holes to him. He begins to fuck me hard. His hips bounce against my rounded bottom and he grips my waist tightly so I can't escape him.

I squeak in discomfort. My cunt is sore from where he stretched and fucked it with his hands the night before. I let it carry on a long before I ask in a small voice...

"Can I touch?"

"Yes you may"

I begin to rub my flesh and gather pleasure. His thrusts are endlessly hard and smooth. His moans indicate his enjoyment. I feel his sweet sweat drip onto my back. He removes himself from me and pushes his fingers into my bottom to stretch me. He pushes his cock into my other hole and begins in violent deep aggressive thrusts. It feels abusive. I can feel my orgasm build as my body begins to ache awfully. I feel him coat my insides and I come against him in bucking rubs.

Mine.

"Who's are you? You're being very good, so I may hit you"

I smile and exhale a breath and fantasise about the impending potential moment

He quickly rises to his feet and wraps his arm around my throat instead. He squeezes tightly. I gasp and grip his forearm, feeling the long muscle. My scrabbling gets more frantic as my head starts to feel full and empty of blood. Im scratching at his arm with my nails but my attempts to escape are getting weaker. My shoulders drop and my eyes close.

He lets me go. I gasp hard and feel frightened by the outburst of violence. I clutch at my neck.

He potters around like he's done nothing and then gets into bed next to me.

"Come here. I want to feel your soft arse against my lap". I quiver and spoon in to him. "You are mine. My property. I own your body. It's mine". I whimper as he rocks me. "My good girl. Go to sleep, now". I do as I'm told.

Tweak

He spends hours stretching my cunt on the sofa and hurting me. I am out of control of my body and spurting liquids all over his hands. I can sense a grin on his face as he starts to tweak a muscle that makes me yelp. He just keeps tweaking away. I think "Why? You bastard. You abhorrent sick and twisted fuck" The tortures makes me so satisfied that I leak and ooze. Im deliciously uncomfortable and feel a little sick.

Thin Lizzy

Liz is a gorgeous creature, she is skinny and toned and her bones jut out. When she enjoys herself she shakes and whimpers, she's deliciously fun to play with.

Her cunt is exquisite, pale and hairless with stuck out inner lips. I watch him hit her effortlessly. Not a fantasy of flavour of my own but he enjoys it and I enjoy that. She is so gorgeously compliant, she bends and stretches as he ties her up and bruises her bottom and thighs. Her nipples are clamped and she yelps at that.

I whisper to her, as he hits her "You're a disgusting needy slut. You're so willing and perfect for us. Enjoy how it feels. Just fade away. Shush shush shush". She whimpers into my cheek. He beats her more as she attempts to lean forward and snatch tastes of me as I touch myself. Inches from her aching mouth

She licks and fucks me with her hands later and I squirt hot fluid all over her face. He strokes my cheek and tells me how beautiful my face looks when I'm being eaten. He presses his thumbs into my arteries and stops my breath.

In bed I bury my head in her cunt as we all fuck around. Her skin is so soft. She gets to be with us both and we fuck each other. She is smacked and stretched and hurt and satisfied.

Fear in the Living Room

He's got me sitting on the couch watching him tie rope to the bottom on the other ones legs. He's gonna, tie my feet to the ground and my arms behind my back and above my head. I hate being tied up.

He starts to knot me and I can feel the fear bubbling. I start craning my neck trying to see what he's brought to hit me with. The tawse, a crop a, cane, a carriage whip, other things I cant see. He pushes something expandable inside and pumps me open. My slippery over excited cunt contracts it out and I apologise to him. He deftly pushes the toy back into me and expands it until my back aches, from the fullness.

The minute he starts to hit me and I know I cant escape I start to panic. I start to snivel and cry as the beat comes down. Snot runs from my nose and sweat starts to drip from my paws and arms. The arch of my back is damp with scared and sick perspiration.

I am struggling and panicking. I beg for him to let me go. He leaves me hanging suffering, scared, as I hurt my wrists and shoulders trying to escape the restraints. He kindly unties my arms. I love him, at this point. I glug the drink he offers me. I place his palm on my heart which is running mad in hundreds. Hurtling from beat to beat. Im drooling and snotting. I bend back over the sofa dutifully.

He continues to hurt me in various fashions. Hit, smack, weighty thuds of implements. The tears start again. There's the anguish and the resentment wrapped in a cold arm of understanding. He puts his hand between my legs. There's liquid arousal oozing from my slit. Its making my thighs itch as I try to clamp them together to stop him.

I beg "Please don't touch me. Please don't touch me".

Im crying "Please stop. I don't want you to touch me. Please"

I can feel his satisfied smile scorching a line in the back of my head and I hate him, but there's no one else.

He run's his fingers over the welts he's made on my bottom and the bruises are beginning to form already. He taps me gently with a whip and makes me take a few more hard beats before it's over for me. He unties my ankles and puts down a cushion for me on the floor next to his feet. I feel safe down in the dust on the floor.

We talk shop and my bottom aches. When we go up to bed later our sex is deep and satisfying. The climax I give him is wet and prolonged, I cry in fitting sobs as he stretches my puckered skin and makes me suck my own filth from him. My brain feels clean, washed by his hands. Satisfied in my achievement I get to sleep hard and sound, for the first time in a while. No stress. No music. Just me, Trying to be what he wants.

Strangled

He clasps his hand around my throat, tightening his grip on my arteries. I take a startled last draw and start to hear the red blood rushing to my ears. My eyes begin to bulge and loll in my head, and my shoulders drop like a broken neck. I desperately scrabble at his hands with my nails, before giving up slowly and starting to fade away.

And then.

He lets go and the blood comes back in a wash and I gasp. My body is filled with good warmth and I can feel wetness between my legs. Fear ebbs out like liquid from a leaking cut and I want it all again.

tip toes

Im across his lap up on my top toes with his hand on my lower back, positioning my oiled and stretched bottom over his cock. He is so hard. He allows me to push myself down on to him. It feel agonisingly tight and filling. It makes me feel a bit sick and I gag in the back of my throat. He makes satisfied purring sounds and tells me how fantastic this feels as I snivel and being to bob up and down as best as I can. He tells me it'll be over quickly.

Ahem

The best bit about having difficulties is getting over them

A Letter To Sir

When I am with you and not pleasing you it makes me feel uncomfortable, when you seem irritated with me or are displeased it makes me feel anxious and physically sick. I am trying very hard to be everything you want me to be, half submissive pet, half regular girlfriend and partner in crime, a smidge of eight year old boy, digging up worms together in the garden.

This is very hard for me to balance. I find it difficult.

I find the things you say to me deeply affecting. I don't think you understand how much so, sometimes. Every phrase you say to me that relates to my character or behaviour I analysed critically, in order for me to attempt to find points to improve on. When I feel like you have said something just to disrupt me, or that you know I have difficulties/complexes over, it is painful in my head. Like that I am demanding attention, like that I am demanding sex. I have never demanded you do anything for me. I am not allowed to demand and I don't expect or want to. If you pick on a point I cannot improve upon, its irrational and it hurts. It makes me feel sick and scared that I’m not being what you want me to be.

We are friends. I think. But you're current indifference towards me is hurting me a lot. It is making me doubt my compliance. Which is uncomfortable for me. I am reacting by saying things that I don't really want to say, to you. Silly mean things, like that I don't care, but I do care, a dumb amount. I want you to be happy and I want to be making you happy.

You probably wont read this, but writing stops me crying and helps a bit. I have spent the day beating myself up. I am loath to my own company right now. I am alone and I am lonely and I feel like I have misbehaved.

I try not to annoy you, because I love you, but at the moment I feel like I cannot do anything right. I feel like I am being punished and I don't know what I have done wrong. I desperately want to know what is expected of me and how I should be. I want to feel like I am being good again. I want to feel loved, at the moment i feel tolerated and stupid and low.

Girl

You see, I’ve got this new girl and she's small and she curves like a glass.

She’s been telling me about all the things she likes and wants to do,

But what I want to do to her,

Might not be what she likes,

But I know she’ll try, because she seems good like that.

I want to tie her down, wrists and ankles shackled with a thin hard rope, cutting grooves into her flesh, making her distressed and uncomfortable. I want to see her on her back, with all the smooth skin laid out for me to touch.

I want to see fear flicker in her eyes when he raises his hand and threatens to hit her sensitive parts.

I want to see her split, smooth and hairless, red and pulsing like raw meat. I want to smell her sweetness and taste her skin. I want to bite and gnaw at her flesh and kiss and probe her holes and gaps. I want to make her ooze that sweet, white mess, all over my face and then make her lick it off.

I want to whisper in her ear. Beautiful sharp words. Cold and easy

“You are mine. You are ours, to do with, what we want”.

I want to know her penetrated, physically and in her head.

I want her to eat my mouth and cunt and tell me I taste delicious. I want her to know how important I am and how much it costs to please me... him and both of us. I want pleasure and pain and ecstasy and for her to feel far away, floating in a good warm place.

I want her to want it to end and feel like it never will.

I want her to say no, but really mean yes.

I want her to cry and be good and try very hard

But I know she’ll try, because she seems good like that.

Vintage trends always come around

Im at a party and I see the vintage man. We go outside to chat. Im standing pretty in my black heels, and my playsuit. He lets me take a cigarette, I lean towards him and he lights it for me. He watches my pursed red lips dragging on my marlboro. "You know I like you" he says "No one looks like you look now". I suggest we go upstairs.

We walk quietly into the bathroom together and lock the door. He grabs my face and pushes my head against the mirror. He pinches my cheeks together and kisses me hard. My lipstick smears across my face and my hand slides down between his legs.

He gestures. I sit on the chair next to the bath. Brown hard wood. I close my eyes and appreciate that exquisite sound of metal clinking and he undoes his belt and unzips his fly. He pulls his cock from his trousers and pushes it into my eager mouth.

I suck and purr and listen to him breath heavily. There is submission and power in what I do to him and he to me. He smells so fucking good. I gag and choke him down until he tells me he's had enough. He redresses. I reapply my lipstick in the mirror and we leave the bathroom together.

Friday night in

He smooths his palm over my bottom and then pincers my waist, gently pulling me backwards. He holds my head up by my chin and strokes his finger tip against my cheek.

"I'm going to do awful things to you".

He leans into me and kisses my lips, I close my eyes and slide my tongue into his mouth. He pulls his head away from mine and spits in my face.

The Girl

Im kneeling on the floor with my small wet mouth taking inches of rubber into my throat. She's standing above me looking down and smiling as I push my fingers inside her.

She fucks me on my knees with her strap on and she eats and delights me.

I sit on her lap and ride her. My sir pushes his flesh into my arse as I bob up and down. I ache and feel awfully stretched and out of control. She cums beneath us, holding onto his hands.

I suck and lick at her perfect, tight cunt. It tastes divine. She tells me to push my fist inside her, which I do. She loosens and its astounding. I shiver and feel her muscles clench and look at my wrist between her thighs.

There are so many moments of pleasure, out on control breaths and thrusts. It feels generous and perfect to be touching her soft womanly flesh. I am very lucky. I feel used and high when we pause to finish.

Afterwards we have tea and cake.

Used

My sir fucks me as his feet slip on the juices that I have sploshed onto the floor. I can feel the familiar thump of his skin and bones hitting mine. Someone kneels infront of my face and jams his cock down my throat. Every time I gag I clench and I hear my sir moan in pleasure. I do like to suffer for him, so.

Tawse

He makes m kneel on the bed and give me three hard smacks with the tawse. I cry and scream as each hit strikes. I get another two on the mirroring cheek of my bottom later that day. Just for symmetry. I admire my bruises in the bathroom mirror.

The Victim Lucy

The victim Lucy is sipping her glass of wine, trying to seem easy, but laughing too readily. She's awkward and nervous, hell I would be if I was her.

She's raising a cigarette to her lips and I can see a tremor in her hand. She gets to finish her drink and then my Sir tells her to sit on the table and he kisses her. He allows me to kiss her and I do so. She tries to grope my chest with her clammy desperate mitts but I put her hands at her side. I take off almost all her clothes and start to gently kiss her neck and chest. I role her left nipple between my finger tips and then I pinch, tightly, very hard indeed. She yelps. The first of many.

She gets to lay on her back as I eat her. I sink my teeth into her thighs, bite after bite on both sides. She tells me later that her legs are bruised now. Good. I lick her cunt and get her menstrual blood and cum and smell all over my face. My Sir clamps and tortures her nipples while I eat.

After her first orgasm with her nipples still clamped we make her kneel in front of us on the table. She asks for water. We give her some. I yank the clamps on her nipples as she goes to drink from the glass and she gets water all over her dumb face. I smile.

We make her kneel in front of us on the table and my Sir inspects her holes. She has mentioned her reluctance to have her bottom penetrated so I of course begin to poke my finger inside her. She seems more than amenable. I poke a few more fingers in her and can feel her faeces sloshing around in her colon. Disgusting. Sir tells me that she's blushing. Myself and he, push our fingers into her holes and make her space out and cum in whimpering tremors. She makes delicious little mousy noises.

She gets to come on her back again. We decide so. I talk to her, whispering in her little ears and he smacks her cunt and fucks her with his fingers. She is shocked and away. I tell her how nice it feels to be gone. How soft the air is. How warm it is. How lucky she is to be there. How lucky she is to be in our company. I make her tell us that she likes us and I make her tell me I'm beautiful. I know I am. I am powerful and I am in control.

15 small words

I sit and swallow his urine in satisfied submission, one slow gulp at a time.

Swing

We're sitting in the jacuzzi and I ask to kiss her and she lets me so I do and then I start stroking her genitals. Her and her husband get out, so do we and are met by a man touching himself. I ask "are you jerking yourself off while having a conversation with me?" He nods. So I kneel on the tiled floor and finish him in my mouth. We get up, adjourn to the changing rooms, where our pool girl shows me that she has no clothes on under her coat. I invite her to sit down and start to eat her, thinking about the cum already coating my throat and hoping she'll add to the potion.

15 small words

"This feels so good, please don't tell anyone".

"Don't worry, this is our little secret".

Me, Sir, Girl

Im leaning off the edge of the bed and her paw is thrusting mechanically in and out of my cunt. He has his inserted into my arse and they are touching finger tips through my flesh. Feeling around inside me and using my body for their own entertainment. I buck and moan and clench and feel used and enjoyed.

The Woods

There's the noise of the engine turning off and two car doors slamming shut. He raps his hand around my fingers and leads me down the bank. My feet are getting wet in the grass. He leads me down into the trees. Into the woods and the darkness.

He lets me squat on the floor and take a piss, it trickles from my cunt onto the ground and runs down the slope of the earth. Still squatting he allows me to suck his flesh. I gargle and moan and start bringing in the air like a dog. I sniff and run my lips up and down his cock. His flesh is warm and swelling.

He pulls me up by the collar of my top and I stumble and trip forward. I lean against a tree and he kicks my legs apart with his foot. He spits on his hand, rubs the drool over his cock and pushes it into my cunt. I whimper. I lean into the tree as he starts to put some weight behind each thrust.

I look down and there's shadows of trees and blackness. I sheer drop on to the path far below. Fear begins to bubble. I feel like I may die here. I start to scrabble and try and get up and right myself. He snarls into my ear "Get back down so I can finish".

I expose myself to him and hold onto the tree tightly. The brambles and the hard bark start to scratch at my face as he unceremoniously shoves himself into my arse and starts to fuck me again. I am crying and whimpering and begging for him to stop. I tell him how afraid I am and how much I want him and how I feel like I could die here. Just a slip of the foot or a push and I'd break my neck. My legs ache and Im shaking and crying. He thrusts harder and holds my neck as I start to give in.

He picks me up, helps me dress and takes me home.

Post dinner fuck

We crawl into bed together and start to fuck with solid intensity. He lets me kneel, how I like to best and pushes his flesh in and out of me. I climax in tight crashing waves. Once. break. Twice. He penetrates my bottom to allow me a third chance. It is difficult to stop. The atmosphere is toxic and I feel like I'm smouldering. My cunt is swollen and pulsing and tight around him. I am playing with myself hard.

He is talking to me from high above my back...

"You are such a good girl. Such a good little slut. So perfect. I love penetrating your tight little holes".

I moan. "Please sir, please daddy, thank you, please more."

"From up here I can see my cock sliding into you and I can see your puckered little arse hole twitch. Such a delight".

He takes hard breaths and groans as I push back on to him and fuck him hard. He leans forward and allows me to work my flesh to please us both.

"Good girl. Come on, push back on me, there we go. Good."

I work and sweat and snivel. Pleasure is filling my body. When he's in my cunt I gush around him, when he's in my bottom, my wetness drips from me on to my fingers.

"Fucking your tight little hole, gets you so lovely and wet. Thats disgusting. So good"

I want to carry on for ever. I don't ever want to stop. It feels perfect. Just me and him and the hot still air and I'm so tired that all my body aches and my mind is full of awful thoughts from the evening. Him, her, my desires, my acts and services. My Sir, his pleasure and this sordid sweet devotion.

Dinner with friends

We have him and her over for dinner and we've eaten nice and were smoking cigarettes and drinking.

I kiss him, he plucks at my lips softly and grips the back of my head. We go upstairs to fuck in the bed and he contorts me into a maze of positions. I suck him dutifully. We return downstairs to my Sir and his girl who are kissing on the counter top.

Acts and functions start to slip out of my mind from here on in. There is a moment where I am eating her and she squirts into my mouth. There is a time when he fucks me over the table. When she sits on his lap and my Sir and I watch.

I am at one point laid out flat on the table top, eaten, probed and stretched. I gush puddles of fluid underneath myself and feel ashamed. Sir tells me I'm being good. She tells me to come for her.

I sit across her face as he fucks her and we kiss. I kneel on the hard cold kitchen tiles and choke on his cock while my Sir watches and touches her cunt. Fluids and partners are exchanged. Words are pattered into sensitive ears. I am gone far away for most of it, enjoying being used and servicing our guests.

A small and violent fantasy.

I am lying next to him on the bed. He's looking at my face, how he usually does, soft and happy. We haven't long woke up together and I'm thinking about him, about coffee and rubbing my eyes.

He threads his fingers into my hair and hisses at me quietly "Get up". I hesitate. "Get up now". With him still holding my hair tightly ensuring my face is pushed hard into the pillow, I scramble to my knees. Bent and crooked, head down and to the side. He pulls more on my hair and pushes harder on my skull. My ears throb painfully. "Good girl".

He yanks bank the duvet and exposes my trembling skin. He runs his fingers down my side, pinches the rolls and dips of flesh, pokes and prods my rib cage, smacks my dangling breasts hard with the back of his hand. I whimper and he spits in my face. "Be quiet. Shut up". He spits in my face a further few times. My flushed skin is wet and cold and begins to itch as the saliva settles.

"Turn towards me". I don't understand. "Turn your fucking holes towards me". I try my hardest to curl my lower spine and tilt my hip as far as I can. He yanks my legs towards him as my body bends and U's unnaturally. With his one hand still holding my head he uses the other to forcefully push open my cunt with his fingers. I am wet and excited from the spit and the fear and he smirks at my sodden little face. "You're fucking disgusting".

He pushes his fingers in an out of me with painful force. He retracts them and smacks my genitals with his palm dully. He goes back to probing my front before dragging his sodden fingers back out and smearing my fluids over my arse. He fills both my holes when his fingers go back inside. I wince at the discomfort and sniff in a breath. He uses my hair to shake my head back and forth. "Silly little girl. This doesn't hurt. I can make it hurt a lot more".

He pushes his tongue into my mouth and makes me drool on myself. He bites my jaw and my ears and my neck. More fingers continue to stretch and hurt me and I've lost all hope of pleasure or satisfaction. He starts to twang sensitive internal muscles making me flinch and jump. My neck is strained every time I move from the pressure his palm exerts on my skull. He's smiling. He spits in my face for the last time and pulls it close to his. I can feel the heat of his breath and his fingers continue to contort and manipulate my body. His teeth sink painfully into my cheek. "Mine to use. Mine to hurt. Mine to fuck"... Your's forever.

Stretching

He fucks my cunt and stretches my tight arse open awfully wide. I feel skin split and he moans and stares down into the gaping hole he's created. I come like this. Broken in to.

Omi

"Open your mouth."

I call hesitation

"Open your fucking mouth and show me your teeth."

He puts his middle and index finger into my mouth and runs them along my sop pink gums.

"Wider"

I open as far as I can. He puts his other hand in my mouth and uses the mirroring fingers to hook under my white pots. He shakes my head around with ease.

He removes his top claws and uses their spitty surface to smack me a few times across the cheek.

He pushes down hard under my tongue with the other set and makes me wince my orbs.

He gives me a big old smile.

Nudge

Im drifting off to sleep, gently rotating my bottom against his groin absent mindedly. The holes are all slick and wet already. With prior preparation comes perfect performance. He clasps his hand around my throat and starts to push and nudge me harder, spreading the flesh, looking to get in. He slides into this tight hole and begins to thrust. He places his palm on my lower back and bends me forward, into a crouch. He rocks and rubs. When he gets bored of that he places his hand on my white stomach and presses his weight into me. He rolls me on to my belly, my face hard down on the edge of the bed. He pins my legs together leaving his legs on the outside and starts to fuck me hard. I cannot move. I am trapped. The thrusts hurt. As his actions speed I place my hand in front of my eyes to stop my face smashing into the wooden side table. I start to snivel feebly as he begins to reach his climax. He extinguishes the ghost of the moment into my cavity and gets off me. I don't move. I feel relieved. I smell the heat and sweat of the body next to me, and feel the fluid drip out.

One swing too many

Im sitting across her face and she's eating me and I'm watching him slide his fingers into her holes. Im drunk.

Urine

He pushes his flaccid piece of silken flesh between my lips and releases. I swallow glug after glug of fresh sweet urine down into my throat. I keep sucking it down and gulping hard. He rests his palm on the nape of my neck and smiles. "Such a good girl". It tastes strange and unpleasant but manageable. I drink more and more and concentrate on my devotion and that desire of wanting to be where I should be, not empty, in my place, with him, being used.

Seedy Swinging #2

We sit in the bubbling pool and the man across me stretches out his leg. He rests his foot between my legs and starts to rub my cunt with the tip of his toe. The water swirls and foams and glistens, masking the action. I breath deeply and close my eyes. I lean across to my Sir and whisper in his ear that some bad man has his foot between my pins. He looks at my face and raises his eyebrows, "Good".

Simone

Her soft, small mouth gently plucks at my lips. She takes the flesh of the lower half and sucks it. I purr softly into that little puckered hole and close my eyes. When I raise my hand to her cheek her skin is silk smooth. She smells soft, not feminine, but clean and delicate. She brushes the tip of her nose against mine and kisses me again. I think about how pale and easy her body is going to be. How firm her small breasts are going to feel in my palms. The split at the top of her legs. Her wetness. How much I can excite her, and how excited she is already.

Modern Living

"Come over"

"Fine, but I want you wet and waiting"

I sit on the doorstep like a bad kid, finish my cigarette and when he arrives I let him in.

He fucks me quickly and forcefully, and his thick, generous cock makes me orgasm.

We go to sleep, get up and fuck again in the morning and then he leaves.

The Vintage Man

We stand outside in the warmth of the summer air. He is dressed in a perfectly tailored three piece suit. His jaw is sharp and the blue in his eyes gleams. He offers me a cigarette and lights it for me. I touch his hand gently as I cup mine around the flame.

We walk upstairs, back to the party. He pushes me against the walls and drags a kiss from my lips. I purr into the warmth of his mouth and feel his stubble scratch my jaw.

We steal more time together later. We sit on the step outside the party and start to kiss again. He begins to smack me gently across the cheek as we kiss. Just a little more than a tap. Just a small amount of control. I can smell the leather on his hands, from where his driving gloves were. I can feel the pulse in his neck and smell his cologne.

It makes me feel weak.

A Perfect Evening

He is running a pinwheel over my bare flesh, resting it between the cheeks of my bottom and then spanking me hard so the pin heads stick into me.

He is biting my flesh and pinching it tightly.

He is lifting his blood covered fingertips to my mouth and I lick them completely clean.

He is stretching my insides with his fists. Smacking my cunt and whispering into my ear.

"Such a pretty good girl. My girl"

He fucks me on my knees and I come.

He drags me downstairs and smokes a cigarette. I sit at his feet. I fetch him a drink. I wait attentively.

He lifts me up by my chin and spits in my face.

He smacks me back and forth hand until I cry.

He takes me back upstairs and throws me onto the bed, his hands wrapped tightly around my throat.

"I could just squeeze this pretty little head off"

I smirk crosses my face and he smiles back at me. He picks me up by my hair and flings me forward, onto my knees thrusting his fingers into my bottom.

He pulls me back by my hair again and jams these fingers into my mouth. This continues endlessly before he penetrates me again and an orgasm crashes through me.

I am snivelling and shaking, and this is barely half of what I can't remember.

The Seedy Swingers Club

Theres a darkened room with a sponge covered platform. The whole thing's sealed in leather and there's a one way looking glass on the wall. People can see it, but we can't see them. Things like that excite me. We're kissing and nipping at each others lips. We shed what we have on and then I suck on him until he swells up. I squat across his lap, feet flat and position his cock underneath me. I slide down onto him and begin to bob up and down. I can feel the pleasure clenched between his teeth. He looks satisfied and that makes me happy. He stands up and I kneel down and he starts to fuck me from behind and it feels so good. I can see some faceless cock standing at the door and I say he can come in. He touches my back. I say "Don't touch me". My Sir strokes my hair and I say to this other guy "You can fuck me if you want" He rags himself in and out of my cunt, rubbered up, with force and ferocity. I lay my head flat and zone out. My Sir lifts me up by the neck and smacks me forcefully across the face. I snivel and drool as some other guy finishes in his latex bag. The feeling of being used washes around me and the room smells like sweat and sex and rubber. It smells good.

A lot

He has thrust himself into my holes and molested my body, to the point where I am sore and bleeding internally. I push myself to let him carry on with what he wants. It is perfect.

On the second day he enters my cunt and I beg him to stop. I tell him how much it hurts and he smiles at me and sighs gently and he just says "No".

He bends me over and enters my bottom. I feel skin split and blood begin to pool inside me somewhere. I say "Please God, I don't know if I can take this" and he holds my waist and he tells me that "Its OK. I'll come quickly".

My body slumps and he hurts me until he is happy.

Caned

"Bend over the box.

Now I would gag you, but I know you don't like being gagged so you're going to have to try hard to be quiet.

Back down

Bottom in the air

Back lower"

He pushes the base of my spine down towards the wooden box.

"Good"

I panic, I fret, I cower, I shake and I'm so scared.

He hits me three times with my interjecting whimpers as I force myself in between each stroke, to regain position. I beg how many more will there be. He says..

"I think you can manage six".

I have gentle soft dots of grey where the cane has bruised my skin.

Bite

I sit on his lap, taking my hips across him hard. He is throbbing and solid inside me, and I'm oozing that stuff onto his lap. He grabs and fondles my chest. He takes my breast into his mouth and starts to bite me. I orgasm pitifully, quiet in gentle pain and shock.

I admire my chest over the next few weeks. The underside of my breasts are covered in small purple bruises.

Good Times

I stand in the living room, hands pressed flat on the foot rest. He stands behind me, fucking me hard. We go upstairs. He eats my delicious damp groin and I suck on him. He makes me come thrusting his sinewy strong fingers into my holes. My body convulses in silent absolution. I lay still and limp, he wraps his arm tightly around my chest to keep me still and slides himself into my arse. He fucks my listless body aggressively and releases.

Snap.

I stroke the back of his neck and kiss him "You can spare five minutes to fuck me, can't you?" He turns me around and I place my hands on the bed. I feel his hand lift up my dress as he smooths his palm against my bottom. I hear him sigh. He walks away from me.

I hear the familiar creek of a chest opening and the clank of metal pieces knocking together. I close my eyes and think "Oh for goodness sake". Resignation quickly seeps in. "Inner or outer labia?" he says to me, while clamping the clamps onto the fleshy part of my cunt. I sniff in air, sharp. He adds a weight to the clamps and my groin is being tugged hard.

He pulls down his clothes and slides his cock into me. He starts to fuck me. The swinging weights numb my enjoyment until I give up and start to purr at the sensation. He picks up the weight attached to the chain and I panic. I start "Please no don't. Come on. Please. Don't" He holds the weights in his palm. I start to snivel. He drops the weight, tugging my cunt hard and snapping the clamps free by accident. I burst into fitting sobs.

A bit more Mod

On my knees again, how I like it best. Filling the gap my Sir cannot currently stimulate. I like feeling your thick pulsing cock pushing in to me. The pain from you stretching me is what helps me orgasm as I clench juice out onto your bent knees.

Taken

We have spent a lot of time inserted. We are sore. I am bruised and split in certain places. He lets me sit on his lap until I'm happy. He tells me, "Now be a good girl and roll onto your side so I can take you how I want to". I am reluctant. It will hurt. "Turn over". I slowly turn onto my side and he quickly jams himself into me. I yelp in pain. The discomfort is sickening. Sobs and gasps rise up in my throat as he stretches my bottom and splits bleeding nicks into the puckered skin.

He thrusts hard. I am snivelling and shaking as he releases his thick white slime into my opening. He moans and clasps his hand to my throat. He whispers in my ear that I am a good and that it feels so good when he is hurting me. I would not hesitate to agree.

At home

At home, in bed, I sit on his lap and fuck him and it feels so full and filled with sensation. I talk to him about how much I enjoyed watching her cunt bob up and down on his cock. How good it felt when her partner was thrusting himself into me so violently. How much I enjoyed it when her boy put his hand on the back of my neck and held me down as he took me from behind.

He purrs at me, closes his eyes and grips my waist, pulling me down onto him. Deeper, aching, painful. He says "Good. I'm glad you enjoyed yourself."

Climax comes in a slow build of endless pleasure and pulsing. He lets me relax before rolling me over on to my side and pushing into my bottom. He fucks me in jerking heavy motions and it feels humiliating and perfect. It reminds me who I am.

Swing while you're winning

My sir asks them politely if they'd like to join us upstairs and they agree. Her with her soft hair and big breasts. He is enthusiastic.

My dress is lifted at the waist, pulled down below my chest and I am eaten and licked and pounced on. He thrusts his cock into my mouth and I choke on it, which he seems to enjoy. She rubs my cunt forcefully with her finger tips. It is silky smooth and strokeable. My Sir has waxed and plucked it for me, all better to show me off.

Later he fucks me forcefully on my knees and I get to watch my Sir's cock slide in and our of her cunt, within a licking distance. I can smell her sex and his sweat dripping on to me. I buck hard and orgasm and I think about my Sir looking at her and what he's thinking or doing or both.

There are pleasurable noises and sounds. Energy and enjoyment. I feel flushed and fucked and happy.

My Sir

Today when I see you, no matter for how short or how long I want to be your good girl. I dont want to be anyone else or anything else. I want to be yours and I want to do whatever you want.

The Mod

Your cock was thick and big and filling. You were eager and so was I. You fucked me stretching me out, pulling my flesh aside to see my holes. You liked to look, so I let you look everywhere. Visual, pulsing, perfect pink flesh. You adored how smooth my waxed cunt is. You spat on me and rubbed me and admired me. While we fucked on our knees you smacked my bottom and took delight in how your hand print showed. You said that you liked seeing the marks come up, because it's like seeing a photograph develop.

Patience

I lie in my bed and think about his fat, wet dripping tongue, sliding down my ribs. I think about his lips and spit on my soft stomach and his mouth pressed hard against my pulsing cunt. I languidly fantasise about his bristled chin pushing into my tender flesh. Hearing noises like tasting and eating and enjoyment. In my thinking, he grabs my breasts in his palms. Squeezes them like raw meat. Pinches my nipples and tweaks the sore flesh. I think about the heat of his breath on my genitals and my mouth. How his skin feels pressed against mine. I close my eyes and a breath catches and I hear soft, demanding, nurturing words curl around my ears in wisps of white smoke. "You are mine. My girl". There is a burning and bubbling ache that I long to touch. I think about the sated way he smile's and sighs when I am spent and leaking on his lap. He how pulls me in and kisses me as I curl my spine and whimper. Time stretches out so far in front of my eyes and hands. Not long now. Be good and wait. Be good. Be a good girl and he will reward you.

Good form

He strokes my body, resting his hot palm on my cunt. I quiver and let him pet me and beg for him to eat me. He smiles at my desperation and indulges it. He licks me and I squirm and enjoy and ask after a short while, if I am allowed to fuck him. He leans back on his elbows, flattens to his back and looks at me. I feel desperate and over eager, such a silly slut. I ride his lap, he tells me he is enjoying this. He pinches and twists my nipples untill the bruise and the skin dries and crackles. I wince and yelp in pain, already over used and sensitive from previous clamping and gentle tortures. He pushes me upright. His heavy palm against my ribs sitting me up. He frees his other hand and smacks my breasts. He hits me hard, several times across the face. All my essence flicks free and is replaced by compliance and pleasure and submission to him. I snivel and my vision clouds and I come in gushing excretions onto his lap.

Hm.

blind and low and ugly

the slugs fed up and angry

her slimy trail, against the pale

is lost in all the shrubbery

garden gnomes and broken pots

grey and shiny sniffing dogs

broken stones upon the path

and a long salt bath

snails have homes and friends

the slug is tired of her mes aimes

bored and brown, and on the ground

slugs dont suffer growing pains

eating leaves, chewing bark

waiting for a pick me up

warmer weather, fleeting pleasures

Wetter in the muck

69

His body is on top of mine, his head is buried in my cunt and Im rubbing my flesh into his face. His cock is sitting hard in my throat and I'm gagging and sucking and spluttering up my own spit, which is starting to run down my cheeks and neck. I moan as I please him and he me.

Gone Swinging

I kiss and lick the brown swollen nipples that centre point her breasts. I run my finger through her silk soft hair, dark and smooth like rope, it smells divine.

Her husband is behind me, driving his solid, rubbered mass into my cunt. I bend my elbow, place my hand at the back of his neck and tell him to "Let go". I want him to fuck me as I kiss and lick his wife and tell her how beautiful she is. Which I have done, which I'm still doing. I repeat it to her husband. "She is so beautiful. Her hair, her face. I love the taste of her skin". Husband buckles at the hip.

I look at him, we catch each others eyes, the sea and the grass, green and pale blue. His mouth is muzzled in her cunt and we stare at each other as he pleasures her and I kiss her chest. He touches my cheek and gives me a small tap, enough to remember who I am pleasing, who I want to please. He talks to her and I feel a twinge of jealousy but block it out. I think "Don't speak to her how you speak to me", but rationalise in a drunk, yet sober enough mind, that I do it myself. It is not distinctly us, just distinctly passion filled.

I do like the fun we have. With each other, with other people. I lay on my back I get eaten. I get bored. I get up and drift off.

Happiness

There is energy between us

We are violent together, a swirling tranquil disease. We riddle each others blood in poisonous bouts of infection. When we fuck we stare hard into each others eyes. I sink my teeth into his flesh. He drives his fingers inside me.

I write this now ragged and sore plagued with swollen tenderness. The seam of my jeans pushing tightly into my bruised and engorged groin. I have been used. I feel over used. I am perfect and unfortunately in love.

I cannot resist him. His lips stroke my tongue when we kiss. He knocks my legs apart and fucks me bent over furniture and fixtures or just plain bent over. I sit on his lap and we rock effortlessly. There are waves of crashing pleasure. There is doting compliance. There is skill and passion and favour.

I am his. He owns me. My body is his, he has that too. He grooms me and makes me perfection for his tastes. I am perfect, now. I feel it.

Lips and Thighs

He clamps the outer lips of my labia, with grips that tighten as their pulled. He threads a rope through them and then ties the ropes in loops around each thigh. When I open my legs, my flesh is pulled painfully and stretches me. It is agony.

He begins by tracing the wet tip of his tongue against my slit of flesh. I battle with myself, I want to open my legs to feel a firmer sensation. I try to find a balance between the pain and tasty pleasure. I shake and shiver and bleat.

He takes off his trousers and bends my knees to my chest. He pushes himself inside me, swollen and firm. He begins to model me. Bending my legs around like a doll, catching my whimpers and gasps. He lifts my pins over his shoulders and I gag in pain.

I say to him, "Do you know how much this hurts?"

And he says to me "Of course"

He begins to fuck hard, thudding his pelvis into the clamps. I look at him and watch him smile and his eyes flutter and close as he absorbs my dedication. Fear, pain and struggle. He breaths it all in. I drip and swirl and think he's beautiful. I would do anything, right now.

He decides I have had enough when my eyes begin to water and my cries turn to yelps.

Saturday Afternoon

I am eaten. I am touched, there is some other thing that happens (I always forget that I don't remember everything) in his favoured hole he penetrates me making us both buck and clench. He makes me melt against his hand and hardens. I am taken again. The room is awash with sweat and sensation. I drool onto the pillow and dampen it with my clammy hot cheek. We are in rhythm and running. Flying on loose thoughts and dulled pleasures. He tempers my hole with his fingers to keep it perfect for him (A perfect hole in one). He pushes against me relentlessly and I reciprocate with flicks of my hip and curls of my spine (all my magicians secrets). We pant and heat up and fuck and enjoy ourselves dreamily.

fifteen small words

The surgical metal of a thin tipped needle pushes into breast tissue. Blood bubbles out.

A weekend away

He fucks me on my knees, him standing. He slides his fingers into my arse and stretches me. He hooks them upwards and hangs me from his hand like a carcass. I swing on the finger hook like meat. I drip and ooze and spoil. He tweaks tendons and nerves inside me and makes me feel sick and fleshy.

He makes me vomit later, his hand threaded into my short hair, fucking my mouth with force. I gag phlegm and indigested matter onto his turgid flesh. I scrabble to clean him carefully. Disgusted with myself, then I carry on sucking.

The Older Man - Sorry

We are coming together in intense pulsing waves. I am stretched to break and aching for you. You are making me gush pale fluid on to white sheets and I am lost. I talk to you, trying to bleed connection from you but you do not respond. You do not talk to me and I am so alone.

I feel lost. I long for my sir. I feel lost. Please find me. I feel guilt and pain and heady anguish. I feel lost. Where is he? I am alone. I am dumb and I am needy. I am naked and getting cold. I am hurting. Please, where are you? I miss you so. I wish you had your arm around me. I wish this lump or bump in my diaphragm would go.

Friend I am sorry, it is not you its me (don't women always say that?). I try to talk to you and explain how much it pleases me to think I'm pleasing someone. You say nothing. It is uncomfortable. I love you today, but as we say, not in 'that' way. I don't think I'm cut out to be me anymore or to please you. I am cut and hurting. I am cut out. Dark in there. Its dark in there and no one is talking.

I don't cope all too well with my own emotions.

An amalgamation of a few days

He puts me over his lap and stretches me out, he lets me suck him and I gag up spit and vomit. He spanks me, he hurts me. The lips of my cunt are swollen and bruised.

I am leaking from over used holes.

He fucks me and its so painful. I sob and he doesn't stop and he doesn't care. He lays his weight upon me and holds me by the wrists as he penetrates me with intent and violence. I am all broken up and flying. I fuck him some other time. Sitting on his lap, scrapping up my insides by thrusting so deeply. We twist each others brains in to rung out rags. Bones and flesh are blended, blood is drawn, pleasure is palpable.

A Request For My Sir - #3

He gives her that smile that he usually does. A man who’s pleased with his work. There’s cost but no charge. She is still... and still so scared. He runs his fingers down the taught zig - zag - stich - line. She whimpers. He probes a finger between one of the gaps and strokes her clit, receded between her inner lips. He pulls back the probe and licks its pink, white coating. Blood, moisture, fear, arousal.

She looks at him, open mouthed, with wet eyes. He choses another inch of thread to probe between. Her cunt is searing hot. He clangs his finger between the muscles. He slides in another to see what he can stretch and she screams. “To much?”.

He slides underneath the stitching at the base of her and scoops putrid matter from her cunt. Spit, sweat and her oozing fluids. He smears then over her small gaping hole, unstitched and free to brutalise. He stretches her to fit him and pushes inside her deftly. She doesn’t make any noise anymore. He holds the back of her knees with his palm and fucks her arse. She tries not to squirm. Loops feel like they're popping. He smiles at her and strokes her cheek as he bends her legs forward and fucks himself to a climax. Tears well up in her eyes as she feels his body release. It is warm in here, it is hot. The exhaust is leaking too.

A Request For My Sir - #2

Fear bubbles like tarmac and boils over onto the ground, her tears flood in startling quantity onto the bed, on to her face, her pale neck. She gasps and tries to breath without moving so much as to irritate him.

She is so scared. There is regret and terror. He has lit a match in the process, and the energy burns.

She begs his name.

Her blood and her liquid continue to ooze into clots and there is a distant clatter, clatter as he decides what to darn her with.

She knows she would have healed without assistance. She knows this is for show. She knows she is the show. He sutures her with surgical thread. For complete effect.

He pulls the fleshy lip at the site of the first cut, pursing the incision together and bunching up the clot. He threads a single loop stitch and then another. He lifts the needle over her central human opening and copies these same two looped stitches on the other lip’s cut and travels back again. The pain is monotonous and filling and oily. She feels ill and on fire.

In inch gaps he stitches up her wounds over her cunt in a zig zag pattern. She can move her legs and thighs but not pelvis or groin, for fear or splitting the dainty ties. Or herself. Her sobs still patter, she watches him loop a finishing knot and admire his work.

A Request For My Sir

It is warm here. It is hot. He smears the sweat from his forehead with his filth covered hands. He breaths in all the pollution smouldering out from between her thighs. Oil is dripping from the core of the mechanism.

He lays his head between her open legs and starts to feel that steady drip return. It rests on his philtrum, that gap between his nose and lip, perfect for catching fluid and blood.

He has split the epidermis of each outer lip in half, with a scalpel, two straight thin lines that don't quite meet at either end. The blood pools in the cuts and rivers down to drip into her cunt (It is that central cog. Which bubbles with effluvium), and on to his face which is warm and wet and red and coated. He slides his tongue between her splits, artificial and genetic. Iron, sour, metal.

She is probably crying, more than likely snivelling, wet and stupid, but trying at least.

He nuzzles his face into her cunt, pulls her lips aside as he doesn't want to get her dirty blood on his cheeks. Or nose. He cranks out yelps and twitches with every twist of lip and tongue. He runs hs fingertips along the wounds. He talks into her. He says. “Im going to sew you up”.

Back to regular programming.

He rubs his cock against my wet swollen lips, leans the weight of his pelvis against mine and talks to me about all the pleasure. He dips in and out of me in rhythms and has no intention of making me finish like this.

Later he uses his hands to stretch all my holes. I can feel him making my nerves twitch and stretching tight ropes of internal muscle, like he's bending rubber. I orgasm in pain and desperation. Fluid and confusion, wet the bed.

The Boy - A hard fuck

He's been working on his body. His muscles are fattening, his ribs are prominent. Im on my knees and he's bashing his hard cock into my sopping cunt. I squirt huge gushes of fluid all over his groin. I come in multiple doses.

I feel guilty for not asking my sir's permission to do this.

One, Two, Three

She is lain in front of me on the bed and I’m looking at her strange body. Flat and straight, from rib to foot, like a little boy. Her large flat breasts sit above her ribs, like pert globs of muscle. Her thighs are spread and I can see sinew and hair and slithers of exposed genitalia.

I take her nipple in my teeth and purse it in my lips, and wet it like I'm sipping through a straw. Sip. I stroke her with my palm. She moans. I can feel his breath and his eyes through the back of my skull. I yelp when he drives his thick fingers into my cunt as I'm eating her out.

He is inconsequential, an irritant in the pleasure. An unnecessary addition, a fly in the soup. Waiter there's a fly in my soup. I’m sucking her clit and nuzzling into her pubic hair and waiting for her to come for me.

When he leaves to take a leak she tells me to the lock the door so I do. We’re naked in bed together. I can feel her little fleshy body. I cup her breasts in my hand and gently stroke and play with her nipples. I twist them in my fingers and I use all my best words.

I rest my face in her soft dark hair and tell her she’s very beautiful, that I love her flesh and that I like touching her. I snake my palm lower over the flat body and dip my fingers into her cunt, still wet from where I ate it. She bucks and rolls onto her back, like a dog. I start to finger and stroke and fuck her pretty clit and lips.

Her moans are so loud.

I want to choke her pulsing neck and tell her to shut up.

Shut up mouth and quivering vox. Shut up. Be quiet. Shush

I whisper that she must be and that her cunt feels full and damp and that she’s a very good girl for being so wet.

The moans soften and she tells me that...

"I am so arousing". I ask her does she like that and she says “Yes”.

I smack her cunt gently with my palm. She asks if I have anything to push inside her. Pushy push push, inside her tight vagina. I take a glass cock from the bedside draw with my spare hand. I take my other from her cunt and run my finger tips over her pretty face and let her suck them. I ease the ice cold glass into her boiling groin. She moans like shes in pain and starts bucking her hips. I take her hand and let her fuck herself with the glass. I lick my fingers and carry on fiddling with her skins.

I whisper in her little pierced ears. I tell her that she would do anything for me right now. She gushes that she would. I tell her to fuck herself harder. I'm rubbing her more. Quicker. More quickly. I tell her that she is perfect, that she is going to come for me, shes going to think about how her pleasure is mine right now, and how good she’s been, and how lucky she is to be in my bed, playing with my toys.

She climaxes hard and asks me to stop. I rub her harder and then I comply. I pull away then go to put my hand back. She moans a startling "No". I say “You don’t say no to me. I’m just going to cup you”. She blends into the heat of my hand and sighs and catches her breath and mumbles something about it being good.

I say I am good and that shes nice to play with. I wipe my slimed palm up her thigh, then scrunch the remaining damp into her hair. I kiss her cheek softly and then I tell her to go to sleep.

Enough romance! Back to raw proceedings...

Its morning and the curtains are drawn and the light is smog. I start to lick the meat of him, dabbing with my tongue. I suck him into my mouth and he gets all whet up. He gets all hard for me and he starts to buck his hips.

Im thinking he's hurting my throat. Im thinking he doesn't care. I glide my lips down and Im sucking. Gobbing and tasting. Tastes good to me. Tastes like its getting me wet. I think about sitting on his lap (greedy juicy thoughts) and I cover him with my phlegmy spit.

I drag my head back and pull it away in strings. He puts his hand on the back of my skull and pushes me down so he can gag me with his cock. I gasp and suck and rearrange my teeth and my eyes feel like their rattling in my head when the air stops coming 'cause I'm choking so hard.

I love it. I taste it all. His flesh and his muscle and the drip drip drip of sweet fluid, like a leaking tap. I feel every buck and twitch and watch him thrash around, I want to drain all the life. He pushes his hips up, fucks my head, my drooling open mouth, gasps a last and feeds me.

Together

We come together with such intensity.

The rhythm is slow and ebbs between

Feeling pleasantly lost (and physical climax).

He talks to me and strokes my cheek.

His fingers are like soothing beams

(of light) and mental comfort

I am the reflection in the eyes of the man that I love.

Pins and Needles

The plastic rips on the packet and he holds the capped pin in his fingertips. I scramble to the bottom of the bed and I duck there watching him.

"Come back".

Im spitting out nervous giggles and I'm looking at him and I'm thinking you know you know this pain, don't be silly. Be a good girl.

"Come back".

I straighten up, slide on to the bed, roll onto my back and look at him. He smiles at me, he's pleased. He kisses my chest, strokes my ribs and my collar, pinches and rolls a nipple between his finger tips and he slides a needle through the areola.

He copies on the other side of the rise. He looks at me.

My brain swarms empty, air fills my lungs as I inhale endorphins and pleasure.

He pushes a needle through the centre of my nipple, deep and tapping the nerves. I gasp and make noise in discomfort and pain. He runs his finger along the plastic bases of the needles like he's playing an instrument. I go from mute to moaning song. He mirrors this delivery upon my other breast. It hurts so much more the second time. It always does, because you know, exactly what, that pain is going to feel like.

He smiles at me, he talks to me, whispers threats and fantasies, creeps his fingers between my lips and wets them and eats me and promises he will push pins into my labial flesh. I take them cap from him and rest it between my teeth and bite and he pushes in the metal. The pain is encompassing. It sits under me, like I can almost ride on it. Twice. He flicks his tongue and makes the pins wiggle. My head swarms. It goes on.

He is dabbing feverish words into my ears, about being in a powerful place.

When he pulls the pins from me they mark against my lips and the darkest blood oozes from my breasts. He laps at it, he mixes it with spit and kisses me. Droplets for into a steady trickle until it clots.

Cwtch

When we lie still in bed the safety and warmth of his arms cocoon me.

His chest rests against my back and his knees lift my legs tucked, as if sitting on a chair.

There is so much comfort and warmth an safety in his arms.

The muscles in him keep me there, his hand sits in my waist's dip. He rests his head on the back of my neck.

I am safe. I am warm. I am a little bug.

Cruel

He clover clamps my nipples and the inner lips of my labia, threads one chain through another, tying me together and puts me to sit on vibrations. Every judder sends a spine tingling pain through the ropes of metal. Every contracting pulse tugs and smarts. Release is held just out of my reach. He puts his fingers inside me and watches me suffer.

Caution

Sometimes he pushes me too far. Sometimes he makes me forget who I am. Which I don't like. I have worked very hard to be who I am. He will not take that away from me.

Domesticated Sundays

I kneel and stack books onto shelves and brush up the rug. He walks behind me and pulls down my clothes. He begins to play with me and force his fingers over me. He kneels behind me and slides himself in. I am on all fours, hands on the wool, balancing and getting fucked.

He chases pleasure and pushes his fingers into more holes. He stretches me and slides into my arse. He tells me. "Im going to fuck you like this, so that I can come inside you". I whimper and fantasize about his release. I beg, please and he does as he said he would.

Later he urges me over the arm of a chair and takes me again. Later still I sit across his lap and ride until my body melts. I pleasure him with my mouth. I do it perfectly. He tells me so. I gag and snivel and suck. He coats the back of my throat and I breath hard and happy.

Emotional Panic

Do I love him because he controls me or do I let him control me because I love him?

I am happy to be dragged around by my lips, but to be yanked around by the heart is terrifying.

Am I having a crisis of faith or a lonely panic or is this natural? When you forget what it feels like to feel strongly for someone the fear kicks in.

Shall I take a few crumbs of me back? Or shall I let him eat cake?

The Party

We wander around the party, watching people, smoking and chatting. We go upstairs later and lay close to each other stroking skin and talking. I suck him and he eats me and people watch us. I lay on my back as my sir devours my flesh, completely lost in his world of control, gnawing at my meat. A man stands close to me watching my face contort in pleasure. He's jerking his firm, hard flesh close to my face. I look at him and take him gently in my mouth and suck him for a while. I let my sir pleasure me. I feel watched and adored. I feel powerful.