The meadowland #3

He drives me home, quietly in the dark. My hand on his thigh, him occasionally stroking my fingers. We giggle and chat. We get to mine and I invite him in to see my space. I lay down on my clean bed and he lays next to me. I nuzzle into his chest and he strokes my hair. We kiss and I run my hand over his flat exposed stomach. He strokes the dip between my hip and waist. I know he's hardening. It surprises and excites me. The relentless arousal is arousing in itself. I wiggle down the bed and pull down his pants. I slide my hot wet lips over his semi hardness and caress him. I drool on him and suck softly like it's a pacifier. In a way it is. He's moaning quietly and letting me enjoy him. I want to fuck him. I always do. He takes me on my back. My legs tucked up. I say to him how good it must look his cock sliding into me and how I wish I could see it. We stare at each other, the first time we have chanced to witness pleasure on each others faces. He looks vacant and primitive. His bottom lip curls with every thrust. His eyes are half closed. He pushes deeper, thrusting up. Leans into me. I come again so shatteringly it makes jaw hurt. The nerves in my legs jar and tingle. I pull him down on me and feel the heat of his body and smell his hair. It smells like cut grass and damp meadowland. I go back to pleasuring him slowly with my mouth until he releases into me. Were both spent. Breathing deeply, half away, used and degenerate. It's been a long night. He has to leave. He kicks on his shoes. We kiss and he's gone. I turn on my side, close my eyes and I'm asleep, I can taste him on my lips.   

The meadowland #2

Back at the car he skins up and I lean over the farm gate that holds in the meadowland. He stands next to me and we smoke. He 'mms' and giggles at my provocative positioning. He stands behind me and pulls up my dress. He runs his fingers between the lips of my cunt and I am absolutely soaking. He gnaws my earlobe, kisses my ear and I hear him mutter extremities into my skin as his fingers touch the swollen, sodden mess of me. He starts to rub me and I flatten one leg up high  against the top of the fence. I can just about here fluid drip onto the dirt. He's reaching through the sleeve of my dress and grabbing my breasts and squeezing the skin. My legs are shaking and the noise of passing cars is making me more excited. What can the divers see. What if one stopped. I hop down and grab the blanket from the car and usher him back behind the gate. I drop it on the ground and demand to be fucked and he obliges and I come again. He stands after and I start sucking him. Long hard soothing licks blend  into desperate choking. He grabs my head and pushes down. He jerks himself with his hand and rubs the wet tip against my lips. He spurts down my throat and I grip his thighs as he shakes and steadies. 

The meadowland #1

He holds onto my hand tightly and walks me from the car through a brush of trees and long grass. We cross through a gate and were through into a vast open meadowland of long grass, yellow flowers, thistle and gorse. He picks one flower and tells me the name of it, it's delicate and wild and smells like wet hay. We lay a rug down on the grass and sit. I have been stroking him through his pants in the car on our way here. Our anticipation is palpable. He rolls and lights a joint. He passes it to me. I inhale the deep green smoke and look at the sky which is turning a rich navy. The colour is punctured by stars and a beautiful half moon. We start to kiss. He takes off his clothes and pushes my dress up to my neck. He traces his fingers over my quivering chest and watches the shadows dance on my skin. It all looks pearlescent in the light. He murmurs appreciation of this fact. Admiring. He drops his head and starts to kiss me, lips, neck, collar and chest. He sinks his teeth into the softness of my flesh and sucks my nipples. He stays here for a while and it's good. I feel the pulse between my legs quicken. I start to get slick. He moves lower and spreads my thighs, running his tongue along my swelling lips. He sucks on me, bites me, spits on me. He contorts my legs into stretched positions. My lips part and spread, and the pink, edible flesh opens up to his mouth and touch. My eyes are open, staring up into the sky and the moans of our pleasure echo through the strands of grass. I beg for him to smack me. He pulls his hand back and brings it down in hot slaps onto my aching wet groin. I groan as the sting spreads. It feels so good. I want to get fucked. I'm desperate. I urge him back towards my mouth. I lick my cum from his lips. I can smell my scent on him. He rubs his bare flesh against the mound of me before he gets safe and I turn on my knees. He fucks me hard and aggressive. I'm on the brink of an orgasm and I've barely registered him. I push my head down into the dirt and breath in the smell of the damp grass as my body aches and releases. I clasp his hand and breath hard. He kisses me. I giggle. I lean up onto the bench in front of us and stretch. He pushes his tongue between the cheeks of my bottom and rims that little hole. Im twitching and getting wetter. He pushes back in. He's so deep and god it hurts. He slips his fingers into my hair and pulls my back into a curl. He covers my mouth with his other hand and slips his forefinger between my lips. I gnaw at it as he pushes in. Harder, deeper, more intently with every thrust. I gasp and beg into his hand that I want him to come for me. He does. We separate and kiss. Were both cut and bitten by bugs. Spit drips from my mouth. He holds me as we settle back and watch the stars flicker. 

Need

It doesn't go away. It never leaves. When I close my eyes I can hear it. I can taste it in my mouth. Cool iron fillings, drying spit. I can smell it on my lips and under my nose. Sweat, cum, fluids I spurt out, it could be piss or blood, it doesn't fucking matter to me, as long as I get to do it again.  I can feel it in my chest that frantic heart, bah boom bah boom, it quickens. A gasp. The tingle of tension in my finger tips. They feel on fire. Scratching my nails into sheets. Wanting to tear up the cotton on rip them from the cuticle bed. Heaviness pushing into me. Hot breath on my neck. Hands gripping at my flesh and flab. Gasps again. Breathing in out, in out, more, more. His skin inside me feels hard, it's stretching me out, opening up. My thoughts drip into another dimension where my head can float and fuck and forget and god is that a good feeling and that is why it never leaves. It doesn't go away. It needs. It wants everything. All the time. Sometimes it wants too much. It forgets that other pleasures come around. It forgets that this is not validation. It's desperate. It's wet. I'm wet. It aches and pulses and throbs and twitches and orgasms build and whimpers echo or get muffled by hands and pillows. White light or darkness, I can almost hear the ocean, heat spreading through my body. My groin convulsing in contractions, puckered hole twitching. Oozing. If it's enough my thoughts don't come back for a while. If it's not enough I'll want another. I can taste it in my mouth...

Holiday

Im lying on those clean cotton sheets, crisp and white, with the plug in my cunt, inflated to capacity. Im trying not to moan. He comes back inside and grins at me. I can smell sweet warm air and cut grass, as he pulls in the breeze.

I beg "Please put your fingers in my arse and feel me come".

He comes over and deftly pushes three fingers into me and I start to orgasm. He sighs and smiles...

"I don't think thats an unreasonable request".

Nature boy, the car.

We cruise around on your car in the dark, rain shattering on the window pane. We chat about life and choices and listen to a record roll in the background. The journey is aimless our intentions are not. We pull up for a while and kiss and stroke and I suck and you touch and then decide to drive further to a spot of seclusion. You have one hand on the wheel your other is wedged between my warm white thighs. One foot on the dash board. You're stroking my clit and my eyes are closed and I'm moaning softly and breathing deeply and hoping you don't kill us both with reckless and abandoned driving. The rains still hammering down as we pull up in some secluded woody shade.

You roll a draw and we smoke slowly. The warmth of the effect mellowing my brain. We start to kiss again slowly, sucks and pecks. I run my tongue languidly up and down your neck. You touch my collar bones and tell me that you like the line where my décolletage curves into my breast. We clamber into the back of the car. I lay back, my feet pressed to the ceiling your head buried in my cunt. You're licking me and it feels fucking good. I tell you how good it is and you 'Mmm' in agreement. I'm so wet and excited and I beg for flesh inside me, your fingers, your cock. I stroke your with my hands and lips until the hardness in my clutches is to much not to have.

 You skin up and I sit over your lap and push onto you. We both gasp. It's so tight. I push down hard and bounce and clamber up on to the balls of my feet and bop up and down. You're muttering extremities and holding my hips and fucking back hard. We twist so I'm on my back and you start to lay into me. You're thick and it's painful and exquisite. I tell you to pinch my nipples how I like it and you oblige and twitch as a moan. You push harder. My head bumps against the car door, the windows drip with condensation, the air is palpable and reeks of latex and sex. You sweat onto my skin, your t-shirt sticks to your back as your muscles flex. You pull out and harden your cock by rubbing it against my clit and then you thrust back inside me.

My orgasm has been building insistently. I'm touching myself and you spit on my slit to make It slick and easy. It, the orgasm, hits me in a hard contraction and I moan and clench and gush sticky hot liquid all over you and me and the seat of the car. Your thrusts slow. I sit up and we giggle and you ask if I'm OK and I smile. I ask you where and how you want to come and you reply, while we kiss that you want to come in my mouth. I suck hard, choke, spit and pleasure you with my hand until you coats my throat in a shudder. I swallow a little and spit the rest onto the floor outside, we kiss again and I smile.

Pre filth

He drags the large wooden chest to the centre of the room and loops some rope under the base and through handles. He makes me stand over the chest and spread my legs. Its uncomfortable. He cuffs my wrists and ankles and ties my ankles down. He loops rope over my head, through my wrist cuffs and the other handle. Face down. Arse up.

 He starts to hit me, first with his hands, then with a whip and a cane and a wooden bath brush. I yelp and bleat. As the pain starts to get too much he draws back. Stands by my side and pushes his cock into my mouth. I suck and lick as best as I can, twisting and craning my neck. I start to drool and loose my head. My spit drips down my chin and onto the box.

"The better you do this the less quickly I'll go back to hitting you". He says and pulls back.

 He begins to paddle and hit me again on my thighs and my bottom, it stings and Im suffering. He slides his cock into me from behind. "You hate it and you're scared but look how wet you are".

 He slides in and out of my seeping contracting body. "Such a little slut".

 I groan. He pulls out and hits me some more. He runs the brush, bristle side up against my sopping, swollen groin. Its an itchy, giggly, horror. Its uncomfortable and unlike no other feeling. I squirm and squeal. He returns his cock to my mouth. I can taste myself on him. Its salty and white and delicious. He starts to fuck my throat violently. He grips my head and twists it as I gasp for breath. He drives himself in harder and faster. I gag awfully and vomit slightly onto the chest. He pulls out of my throat. Im a sobbing mess.

"Clean it up".

I look at. Putrid, human, vomit. Failure and achievement in one lumpy puddle of bile. I push my nose closely to it. Breathing heavy, not really noticing that he's untying me. I poke out my tongue and try to lick it up but the smell makes me wretch again.

He smirks at me "You can get a tissue..."

"Really!.... Can I?"

"Yes. You're untied arn't you?"

 I wash my mouth out and clean up my mess. "On your knees on the bed now". He fucks me until I climax. The heat in the room makes us sweat. I come again. Its delicious. His thrusts are heavy and even. He chooses not to. I wish I had been allowed to make him... I curl up and hope that I might later.

Filth

He beckons me to kneel by him and he pushes me with his foot. A decent kick under the stairs into the corner. 

 There's shock. Tears start to whell up. I'm confused and unsure of why or what or what's to come. He puts my glass of water down next to me on the floor. "Drink. Now". I snivel and sip, snot running from my nose. I finish the glass and hide in my corner under the stairs. He ignores me completely bar refilling my glass and commanding the same order again.  The water starts to travel through me. Im desperate to attend to my bladder. I ask. He ignores me.  I beg to be allowed to use the bathroom in a sniffling yelp. He says "No. Where you are".

I hold for aslong as I can but it's too painful, the feeling gets too strong. I start to release. My knickers become completely sodden. Piss starts to pool around me on the floor. I'm crying again. I feel humiliated. He ignores me. I beg to be allowed to clean up. I'm on the floor of my knees. My shins are bruising. I'm cleaning up the urine with pieces of kitchen towel.  He beckons me towards him. He's smoking a cigarette. He tells me to open my mouth and threatens to put his cigarette out on my tongue. I panic hysterically and try to scuttle back into the corner. He grips my arm tightly and shouts at me "Open your mouth". I can't do it. I'm shaking and trying but I can't make my lips part. I'm so scared. He let's me go eventually and I slide back into my corner and cry again, this time in pathetic failure.

 He continues to give me glass upon glass of water. It hurts to drink it. My stomach feels swollen and my lungs hurt. He ignores me but to pass me glass upon glass. I beg not to have to drink any more. I beg not to have to releave myself on the floor again. He walks to the bottom of the stairs and looks at me through the gaps in the steps. They feel like bars in my cell. He pulls my head through the gap, yanking me by my hair. My neck stretches and the bones hurt. He kisses my lips and spits in my face. I hear that mental zing as he unzips his jeans and he sighs and pisses through the slats straight onto my face. His urine is in my eyes and on my cheeks. I poke out my little pink tongue like a dog and catch droplets of clear gold. I can feel arousal seep between my legs, mixing with the drying itch of my own effluence.

 Next time I have to beg to urinate he allows me to piss in a water jug. I squat over the jug and easily fill a litre. He's still making me drink, constantly and my body is straining not to vomit. He tells me to stand and take off any clothes I have left on.  He picks up the jug and pours it over my head. I am soaked. I beg to be allowed to clean up and he let's me mop down the tiles. I go back to my corner. I'm very cold.

My teeth chatter. My skin itches. I reek of piss and patheticness. I have asked if I may smoke a few times. He has ignored me. He gives me a cigarette now and lights it for me. Im shaking violently. I look into his eyes and smile and whisper a thank you. He is everything here. Now, what else is there? I can see the flowers on the kitchen table through my itchy red eyes. They look so beautiful. The air is humid with the musk of human waste. 

 He leans down into my space, takes me by my little hand, helps me up and walks me upstairs. He stands me in the shower and begins to gently wash my hair. I can't cry anymore. Spit and drool drip from my mouth. He runs soap over my pale, ruined flesh. He wraps a towel around me and we go to bed.

Make Love Not War

I'm thinking about his fat cock sliding deep between my lips. The feel of rubber flesh inside me. His soft wet tongue lapping at the heat of me. Membrane and thin skin being licked and enjoyed. We kiss a lot. Lips sucking lips, brushing necks, gnawing. Finger tips gripping flesh. Hands stroking, holding, dipping into holes, moans from my mouth, hazy glances. Nipples being toyed with and sucked, feeling flexing muscle under freckled shoulders.
Clocks ticking in the back of heads, somewhere faintly, what's the time... frantically picking off each others clothes and cool white winter skin like frothy cappuccino foam.
Warming each other up, getting hot, bucking, breathing, coming, clear sticky fluid, on him, on my chest, lips, chin. The smell in my nose, drawn in for a kiss. Wet. Spent. Breathing. Grins, giggles. Texting about it after. Frantically pleasuring myself over it now. Wanting it again. Getting what I want. Good.