Red

Below are the musings of a new story, inspired by a new friend. I won't be reveling too much at the moment but just a taste.

She huddle there in the darkness of the hole in the wall It had "given her", peeking through the slats in the wood of the thatched door. There was a warm glow as the fire licked the walls dancing its way from across the floor to the ceiling of the room where she had left the woman. It washed over the woman's skin and hair, tinting it into some inhuman tone. Red held onto that fantasy, that the woman was some kind of wood nymph, not a possible mother, not a wife or sister, she couldn't be. She was just a copper skinned woodland creature; something from the cycle of this dark and twisted place, therefore this was just giving back to that very thing. Red kept telling herself that, building the the story in her head, as the smell of earth and musk began to trickle it's way back to the hut. He, It, what ever the fuck It was, was coming.

It was so quiet, Red did not think she would ever understand how It could move so silently through any space. It's mear size made seem an impossible thing. The only way she could tell It was even near was It's sent, she knew that by heart now, that and when the shadow of its massive form filled the frame of the doorway. It looked like such an effort to hull its long limbs through such a small space. Red could see there was twitching and tightening of muscles under the skin and hair on It's body. as it wandered into the room and passed by her little door. She could just now hear the heavy breath with each strides, deep deep breaths like It was trying to inhale the whole room.

The woman was unaware passed out with the warmest smile. Red could still see it behind her eyelids as she closed them tight, not sure if she could watch. The boards beneath her vibrated with every step It took, up through the balls of her cold feet, up her calves and thighs, shaking her to her core and back down through her lips. She could feel heat flush her cheeks. I wasn't an entirely unknown sensation to feel, but not there. She gripped her eyes tighter and bit her bottom lip. letting her teeth feel the tender meat underneath them

Extreeme

So I love the idea of having some lil ass slut cuckold sub to tease and torment. There is something to be said about having that sweet thang that looks to you for every pleasure you can give it. Of course the traditional aspects of making them watch as a bigger cock ravages you is fun, but the only drag about the lil sissy ass sluts,..... they tend to be complete whimps when it comes to pain. So now after chatting with you, mmmmmm Papa Bear my lil hamster just went flying off it wheel it was running so fast. ;)

I want a whole nights session with two men, that wild bull who loves the sting of my leather, and my sweet lil ass boy who just aims to please.

Want to strap the bull up nice and tight before making him kick like the Bronco he wants to be. Then with my lil pet on hands and knees assisting me with toys, tools, water and a well placed towel watch me purr and worship the glorious stud in front of me as I work that tough flesh up one side and down the other, smelling his musk as it fills the room and his cock as it swells into a baby's arm. Mocking the lil bitch on his knees on how he'd never be a real man like this one. Pushing the pain and pleasure till the beautiful beast is all growls and taught muscle on the edge of busting through that chain.

Then I'll let my pet have the pleasure of undressing me and rinsing me off in a quick shower while the beast twists. Pet would turn down the bed as I lay myself in it naked soft and smooth, then he'd have to go release the lion I just provoked.  Pet would have to kneel and watch as that sweating aching man covered in his sweat and heady aroma walks to the bed and begins to devour every inch of my flesh.

Symphony

              It was just another night, well another night for me, which tends to be something of a wet dream orgy porno for others, still it was just another night. I had my wine, I had my conversation, my dress was poppy and cute and I had a smile on my face, yes it was a pleasant evening indeed. Little naked pixies ran through the house giggling and playing, begging for pets and kisses. Cocks wondered about at 3/4 mast almost ready for anything willing and wanting of attention. Yup just another ol'night of sex debauchery and enticement. Sitting back, pulling the little strings to see who will laugh the hardest, fuck the longest and beg the loudest. One more ordinary night at the club house.

            I was tending to a random conversation on the topic of music, one of my favorites I will admit. Even with the moaning from the back room and the wonderfully enthusiastic display of oral gratification going on the chair across from me I was truly distracted and enjoying the discussion at hand. Funk was the topic, times you were exposed to it, how it made you feel, acumpanied with mild threats of punishment to the younger little faeries in the room who claimed ignorance to the names and songs being played on the Pandora station. It was a good conversation and there would not have been much that would have taken me away from it, well not till a milky white form came tippy toeing though the room hidden behind little kitten mittens with a gift in them. Doe eyes fluttered as they purred a please, "we need spankings" We???? well well who did little kitten find to play with? A second  nymph can scattering up behind the kitten. Mocha forest fay, lucious and not so draped in all the right places in black lace, she had tasted the sting of my wrist's snap before. My attention was officially taken from the conversation.

           I took one more long sip from my wine. It was a bit warm now, of cuorse its to be expected when "room temperature" had gone far above the norm with all the skin and motion floating through the place. It was like a boat being softly tossed from side to side on a sea of lust. I set down my glass and called for the kitten to hand me the toy of her destruction. It was a stiff lil crop. She did have a thing for hard stiff things, so no major surprise. Hard short tabs of thick leather ran over the palm of my hand, quick snap to test is metal and tension. As the playful lil creatures crawled their way on the the mattress on the floor in front of me, face down ass up, such good little pets, they remember so well, well after they have been made strawberry red a time or two anyway. It was just the two of them, whimpers whines and little yelps came from their lips as I began to flick, rub and warm their flesh. The symphony of moans cries, and my personal favorite "Oh fuck" wove its way down and around the hall ways and reached the ears of another goddess ass. I's never had the pleasure of this one before, in her silky slip of 1950's pinup lust and pin curled loveliness. Without even a second of hesitation and a devilish curl to her lip she too slipped her way onto the mattress assuming the posistion, this was obviiously a skilled wench who would be a chalenge for my skills.

I wanted to cry out "babalou" with this line of beautfully crafted percution  insterments for  me to play upon was just too delcious for words. Big round bass drums, smaller tight snare, and a great little set of bongos too. each making their own sounds of delight with each smack, slap and thud. The symphony grew and swelled as my tempany was growing warm with heat. The devlish grin was not so devils any longer but just a coral account of god and her tankfulness in her life. The nymph begged for to be finished off, something about "can't stand it, please fuck please" it was hard to tell with the a kitten whimpering and crying and whining like a bart, and needing a little extra insintive to behave. Fingers wrapped up in goldy locks and teeth finding soft flesh seemed to do the trick as soft milky skin went soft and fell limp. Other trusted hand move in and take over. Now back to cream the coffee of this hungry nymph. She was wrything eating the face of her man's face. The litany of every fallen angel fall put of her mouth when a crack exploded from her ass, the imprent of the crop welting up nicely. She ground her hips into the mattress riding the imgenry cock there before her ass snaked it's way back up in the air waiting for more. I let my hand do the work while I let the rod of the crop rest between the folds of her little forest bloosom. Pinching the pettels ever so lightly wiggles and sighs float and find my ears, it's a bbeautiful things. Again my hand flys and meets with the meat of the gorgouse beast benath me. Heat and friction clap like thunder in the room, it is almost defaning, but still her crys of lust cut through it like the sharpest blade in a razor. She shivers her muscles ripple under her skin.

   

One Finger Two Finger Three Finger Oh My

I've been asked on many an occasion, what I consider myself to be a Top/Bottom Dom/sub that sort of thing. For the longest time I would always say a sub, well because I love to give and please, and not have to think too much about my pleasure, but there a few situations that had me have to rethink that drastically. One such time was brought to my memory after bumping back into the person it happened with not that long ago. 

I had developed quite the kinship with a love man-child that lived in LA. I was down and out, on my last 200 hundred dollars and had reserved myself to the fact I would be packing it in and moving back to my hometown. It was all rather depressing. It was October during my favorite time of the year and Halloween was just around the corner. A flurry of contact had been going back between my friend and I, and the topic of Halloween came up and what were my plans for said festive day of the year? I hadn't really thought about it since I was getting ready to have to pack my things. He had a suggestion, a really outrageous suggestion that would be completely impulsive and irresponsible of me if I were to take him up on it. "Come to LA for Halloween and stay with me." It was crazy, completely nuts but some little voice in the back of my head stood up and yelled out. "FUCK IT!" That my lovely children is just what I did. I checked the bank account, searched around on line for plane, bus and train even the gas it would take to drive there myself  found the best price and booked everything for a go. My money was spent and I was going to LA for Halloween. 

I have been to LA a hand full of times but it never held that Ooo Ahh kind of feeling for me. It was always just another crazy town. Still it's always nice to have your own personal tour guide take you around all the stops in a lil convertible car just because you can. It's all the hole in the wall places I liked the best and the stolen bum squeezes hand holding and kisses stolen along the way. The first night we shared together was lovely simple sweet fun with giggles and tom foolery the only way a man-child like personality can provide. It was almost like fucking Peter Pan, you know if he was in his 30's hot and German. 

The week flew by, it had been fun and lovely. It was our last night together and there was to be something a bit special on the menu for this evening, I just didn't know it yet. The play began as usual, all fun and giggles when my play partner needed to excuse himself for a bit. When nature calls... He was gone for a bit, and when I say that, I mean a bit more than your standard bit, especially when sex is on the line. So I lay there and wait, for about 10 maybe 15 minutes or so... Like I said it was a bit more than your normal bit.... Finally my play partner had returned! Pretty body glowing in the street lights seeping in though the cracks in the window blinds made it's way back to me and tumbled me back under the sheets. Play continued and it was fun and giggly and sweet. He was strong fucker considering he looked each other eye to eye flat footed. I wound up on top and rode my lil pony for a while till he pushed me of and plopped me back on my bum just below his knees. There was a coy smile on his lips. Damn he did that well, better than me even, would have to ask for some pointers later.

So there I am straddling the cutest German boy with the cutest little pout and he whispers in that cute fucking accent about giving him my hands. I do and then they are slowly pushed back down his body but past the spot I thought they would be placed they kept being pushed, down the thighs and being wrapped ever so gently under round a nice tight ass. Slowly spreading cheeks and there it was. Now at this point and time I myslef had barly had any experience with lovers even flirting with that part of my body let alone having someone else presented to me in such a bold yet cute fashion. It was bizarre.... Damnit he was being so fucking cute though it was kind of hard to say no. At least I knew why he was taking his time in the restroom. Which I was very appreciative of I mean never been to this end of the world before at least the first time it's clean.

I get shy, I mean shy as shit... I know not something that you may imagine for moi. Still some more play some more coxing and the fucking cute as grin and luscious lips rapping round my fingers before he slips my hand down between his legs again. Okay okay I'm horny, he's cute and purring in my ear just right begging and pleading for it, and I do like to make people happy. One finger slips in.... Oh and the cooing that comes from out of his throat. I get turned on I mean like really turned on. I'm making him do that? Two fingers.... cooing turns to a moan. Oh I am totally doing that. There was a tingling that ran from my had all the way through my arm to the rest of my body. He tilted his ass so I could to him easier, he was rock hard. I'm doing this. The third finger slides in like satin an oh my.... He started to thrust back and light growing asking for more harder faster head back and for some reason in that accent it was all just too easy. On top of his body baring down just the tiniest bit it was such a powerful moment, intoxicating actually. I felt drunk with strength and a bit of power. Either way I was giddy and my partner was more than pleased. There was tumbling giggling and more fun before we where both left sleepy and tired from our little adventure. Curling into two little balls of blissful lust we drifted off to never never land.

Mine is Bigger than yours

So there is something that I truly enjoy when it comes to play time. I by nature am a "giver". I love to please, there is something so wonderful about hearing the whimpers and sharp breaths being sucked through lips and teeth. They asked, with either words or eyes, you give, they receive and damn if their heads don't roll back and a smile curls up on the corner of my lips, like the cat who caught the cannery. Got ya. ;)

Now being a said giver, I like to make fantasy come alive for a lover. What ever it is that tickles their pickle and puts that goofy ass smile on their face, I am more than happy to comply. One request that has become a bit more popular over a year or so. "I want to watch you." It's such a intimidating, scary, sexy, hot and ego boosting request. Perform for your lover become a full on live action porn to turn them on, make them want to fuck like the a ravenous beast in need of flesh, (umm yes please). Once in a while, just once in a while, there is one more lil twist that is thrown into the mix something that sounds so innocent, but truly is so very fucking loaded... "Do you have any toys?" Oh Darlin, do I have any toys... Does the pope have a million fabulous hats?

I don't know if guys really know what they may be getting themselves into when they ask this question. I mean it's the heat of the moment and all you can think of is lust, what could be hotter, what would crank it to that extra level, really put it over the edge? I understand these things oh yes, but when in the those moments we do not think it all the way though, we just want and want now. With this being said, I can't speak for all women BUT when it comes to my toys, I tend to only use them where there isn't a playmate to be had. So lets just say that my toys are a bit "more" to help ease my need. So requests are made and I, like the very thoughtful and giving lover I am, I bring out the toys. Hot sticky messes are made, sighs of satisfaction are had and yep there is that grin again. Then tick tick there is a moment, "ummmm" he says. You roll on your side prop our head up in your hand, "yesss?", you see the eyes dart back and forth across the ceiling looking for the word.s Tick tick and then it slowly trickles out. "am I big enough for you?" Oh sweet baby jeebus here it is, Pandora's box has been opened and there is no unseeing the things that just happened, honestly you don't really want to unsee because to be honest that was hot as shit but still, ya the toy is a bit on the bigger side, not huge or monstrous mind you, but ya a bit... bigger.

Okay boys listen up cause I'm going to let you in on a little secret. Yes mine is bigger than yours, BUT!!! Mine does't have hands with nibble and hungry fingers to touch and tease my skin, mine doesn't have lips to kiss, mine doesn't have little surprise moves that make me squeak and squirm, mine can't whisper naughty nothings in my ear making the hair stand up on the back of my neck. You see boys, with out all those lovely extra appendages in the mix with your oh so very lovey manhood's, a girl sometimes needs a little something extra to make up for the lack of fingers, lips, hips and all the other yummy things that make you, you. Fair trade I'd say, but please do be careful what you ask for. ;)

Fucked so bad....

Have you ever been so frustrated so hungry that you can taste the blood on the inside of your mouth from your teeth chew away your cheeks.

Have you ever had the ache inside your stomach that you writhed and pulled at your flesh to feel what it is that is amiss.

Have you ever stood and heard the sounds of rapture floating down to you, skin on skin, metal shifting, and needed that for yourself.

Listening waiting for the encore of some great pleasure only to be cut short by your own lust.

You stand and look at your hands, they are on fire, you can smell the smoke rise into the ether above you where the sounds of pleasure floated, and then died.

Thinking its my flesh that should be hot and sweaty, it's my hair that should be pulled till my back arches, waiting for the all familiar sting of the whip as it falls across my cheeks.

You stand, wanting to be striped naked to be bare and open, you wait for the words to pierce your ears, "you are mine" before you are enveloped by the smell, the hands, of the body that you imagined while alone in your bed at night.

You burn, you shake, your skin becomes flush with desire and you want, god do you want to be that thing, that one thing they desire most in that one second. The lighting in the eyes as they look over your trembling flesh.

You want to loose yourself and let the pains and anger of the day melt away with every thrust, with every sigh, with ever quivering moment, then breath and beg for more.

Have you ever wanted to be fucked so bad.....

Down the Rabbit Whole

I never wanted to think of myself as someone for having a "type". I never wanted to think I was that simple or predictable. I was though, and if you throw and accent on to it.... Ya I was a total sucker for a type to be sure. It would be that type, that would so unassumingly lure me back into the dark little secrets that I had tucked away in the back of mind from the first time that I had felt a cock penetrate and rip me open.

There were many things that I was exposed to that pointed me down this dark and velvety wrist tied world, but there was one thing that was so undeniable, so very much, "shit I think I may be a bit stranger than I thought", moment it scared the crap out of me. I couldn't resist it though even if I wanted to, its hold over me was too strong, stronger than my lovers lips and breath on my neck or their fingers gripping my hips. It was all so innocent it just started with this man's voice. The thought of it now makes the edge of my lips curl, dear god how could I have almost forgotten? The memory was brought vividly back to my mind, and when it did fully reform a long forgotten chill, hunger, fire, what ever the hell you want to call it consumed me. Even exhausted as I was from my day I had to find it again, remind myself of the words, the ideals, the meaning behind the infatuation this man created deep within my body with just words.

He was a thousand miles away, I never physically felt his finger gently wrap round my neck, I never actually felt his lips brush my ear, but when I heard his voice as it dropped deadly low, and serious and heard him say those three little words, "You are mine" the uncontrollable chills, my body couldn't stop from shivering, hair stood up on the back of neck, my flesh was covered in goosebumps, my nipples ached. My god I could do nothing but shiver as if I was stripped naked and thrown out into a heavy over cast morning. My mind could think of nothing else in that moment than I will do anything to make him happy. I was his, to do with as he pleased, and he would keep me and protect me for he was also mine. His words possessed me and without even a touch, I felt his fingers rest gently round my neck, forming their little circle, every time he would say those three little words. How dare I, how could I have almost forgotten the most crazy and amazing feeling my body has ever had? I suppose time is needed to heal the scars people leave on us before we can look back and remember the good. Thank you Mr. Stephen Streeter.