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.