Swinging around the pole...

Swinging around the Pole….


One of my favorite pastimes is to visit strip clubs….of the female variety. I love watching women scantily clad (or completely naked) swinging upside down on a pole. I especially love receiving lap dances and having a firm breast pressed against my lips. The atmosphere is heavy with cigarette smoke and the air reeking of sex and alcohol….a heady combination, one that fills me like an aphrodisiac, intoxicating my senses. The outside world is a distant memory, if it is a memory at all, as I am mesmerized by the gyrating hips on the glossy stage in front of me. I love it so much, I have worked on and off as a stripper in many a strip club around the world. I love the feeling of watching someone’s eyes glaze over as they watch my tight body sway to the heavy techno beats or when I loudly smack my ass in response to the crowd’s cheers. I love knowing they, my dear paying customers, can look, cop a feel….but never truly penetrate the invisible security blanket of “no sex in the champagne room”.

This Saturday night I am with a group of my girlfriends and we are at one of my favorite strip clubs (and one where I work. However, this was my night off) A young lady with FANTASTIC breast implants works here…her name is Leslie. I am in full blown lust with this young lady. She is about 5.6 (just a few inches shorter than me) and SOLID. When I say solid, I mean she has meat on her bones. She is not skinny, nor is she “heavy”. She works hard to keep her body in the perfect state it is. Her legs are shapely, her stomach is flat and her long black hair falls down her back, grazing the top of her perfectly taut ass cheeks. Her skin is always silky smooth, faintly perfumed and I love when she touches any part of my skin. (Nothing too heavy and it is the perfect mix of sweet and sultry). My group and I sit at our favorite table off to the left of the stage in a dark corner where we can observe all the dances on the main stage. Drinks are flowing, laughter echoes in our little corner and occasionally we will hear a song get up and dance. This is our time to relax and enjoy ourselves, our lives and our never ending youth. Husbands, boyfriends, work problems and whatever are left outside as we act stupid and enjoy!

Leslie is of course, is sitting on my lap as always (she knows I always spend money on her and no one else, even though she had told me she liked me enough to not charge me) talking about her upcoming economics exams. We are sharing funny stories about our professors when my best friend leans over her dancer and taps me on the shoulder. “Khym”, she hisses, “isn’t that your husband coming in the door?” My head quickly swivels to the entrance area and sure enough…there is my damned husband followed by the husbands of my best friend and another friend. We groan, hiss and spit on the ground as we watch the men approach our table. Damn, how did they spot us? How did they know we would be at this club tonight? We have a total of about 7 clubs we visit….rotating them so we are never at the same place twice in a month. (It makes it harder to track us down). Well, fine. The husbands are here, which means we can empty their wallets and make them pay for ruining our free time.

I am sitting in stony silence, watching the ladies on stage crawling on the stage towards seated customers. The flashing lights, the loud thumping of the bass from the stereos would normally put me in a “sexy” state of mind. Not this time, as all I can think of is the fact my dear (said with a sneer) husband is sitting next to me, chugging another beer, joking and laughing with his buddies. Who the fuck invited him to MY table anyways? A curtain of silky hair falls over my face and soft arms wrap lovingly around my neck. “Relax”, a soft feminine voice whispers against my ear, “it will all be okay.” I then feel soft lips pressed against my cheek and the anger churning inside of me instantly disappears. Ah, Leslie has come to my rescue and thankfully, is not mad at the way I threw her off me when my husband finally approached me. As if I had anything to be guilty for!

I turn my lips to meet hers and kiss her deeply, loving the way our mouths fit together so perfectly. Her tongue pushes into my mouth and her teeth lightly scrape against my bottom lip. I moan and tighten my hold on her waist, my free hand caressing one of those perfect globes seated on her chest. (her tit, in case any of you are truly THAT damned slow). I lightly nip her lips as I break the kiss, my vision blurred, a delicious ache throbbing in my belly. The beast of desire has stirred, soon to awaken. Leslie squeezes my left breast and dances off into the darkness of the club. That little minx! I trace my lips with shaking fingers, reliving the past few seconds. I hear the beginning chords of my favorite sex song blaring from the speakers and I inwardly groan. Oh my. I am definitely horny and ready for some action now. (The song, in case anyone is wondering is “White Rabbit” (SPC Eco Mix) from the Resident Evil Extinction soundtrack). Whenever this song comes on, or one like it, my movements become even more seductive, my nostrils flare and I just want to FUCK. I turn to my husband who is just….staring at me. “What was that?” he asks me in a bewildered tone. I smile and slowly blink at him, a plan forming in my head. Oh, I was about to be….NAUGHTY. He didn’t know I worked here, so his eyes almost fell out his head when I ripped my T-shirt over my head and straddled him in the chair. I grabbed his head and shoved it in between my tits and then back against the headrest of the chair. “That”, I breathed into his ear, “was the motherfucking prelude to what is going to happen to your stupid ass”. I rub my tits against his chest once; quickly jump off him, yanking him on his hand and pulling him to his feet. I drag him to the stage area and throw him (literally) into one of the chairs where he will have the best view of the stage. I look towards the bar and nod towards the manager, who just laughs and shakes his head at me. He has seen me do this to more than one customer and knows what the deal is. The DJ also knows and as I strip off my heels, jeans and bra, I hear another one of my songs (every smart girl has a playlist and makes sure the DJ has a copy of it) beginning to play. (Scenotaph DJA Infected Remix by Emanuel) My poor husband is just sitting there in his chair, beer hanging limply from his hands. He is still in shock the poor dear. He sits there speechless as I perform my routine on stage, his mouth slightly ajar.

As I walk off the stage amidst screams, cheers and whistles my husband grabs my hand and yanks me to him. “You sexy bitch” he growls at me, “I had no idea you had an inner stripper”. I grin at him as I back him into a dark corner where I then throw him against a wall. “Well baby” I purr as I rub against him, “there are a lot of fucking things you don’t know about me.” I smile again and bite the side of his neck as I take his arms and pin them above him.

There is a glitch in the fucking Matrix as I swear to everything that is unholy I have written this before!!!! Pause for a brief moment as I break character and freak out. This is fucking freaky. I know I have written this story before, but can not find it on my hard drive. Maybe I dreamed of writing this story. Okay, let me calm down and get back to the story. Sheesh. It could be the song I am listening to as I am sitting here typing this. I am not sure…but back to the story. I was about to fuck my husband stupid, wasn’t I?

My husband groans and his head rolls to the side as I nip his neck, his chest. “I want you”, I whisper to him over and over again, “I want you inside me”. (yes, I am still naked) He is rubbing against me and I can feel the outline of his penis through his khakis rubbing against me. He is semi hard, not quite rock hard yet. It is time to turn up the heat a little bit. I release my grip on his arms and slide one hand into the waist band of his pants. “hmm”, I purr, “what the fuck have we got here?” I grab a hold of his penis and stroke the head with two fingers. He is now breathing heavy…but I don’t have too much access. The pants and the boxer shorts are still in the way. I pull him away from the wall and push him into a nearby empty chair. “Take them off” I say to him in a tone of voice that could freeze hell over, “I want to have my wicked, nasty way with you.” He quickly shoves his pants and the offending boxer shorts to his feet and sits back. I take a moment and admire the scene. His cock is standing straight up, twitching slightly. He is breathing heavily, unsure of what is about to happen. I drop to my knees in front of him and slowly lick the shaft of his cock, savoring the texture and the taste of hard cock. (Yes, there is such a taste as hard cock and it differs a great deal from the taste of soft cock. Trust me on this!). He throws his head back and moans as if he is in a great deal of pain. I plant gentle kisses up and down the shaft, never once touching the head. I gently cup his heavy balls in my left palm and gently massage them as I slowly lick his shaft…up and down, slowly ever so slowly. I am now tired of teasing myself and quickly flick my tongue across his swollen head. I grin as I watch him jump off the chair and his eyes roll back in his head. I want him to suffer dammit!! How can I make him suffer without torturing myself though?

No matter as I wrap my warm and slightly sweaty hand around the shaft of his cock and shove the whole cock inside my mouth at once. He yelps and once again, damn near comes out of the chair. I close my eyes in bliss as I taste his pre cum….good god, the man tastes so good! Nothing like the taste of rock hard cock I tell you! I suckle every last drop of pre cum from him, alternating the pressure of my mouth on his cock. Gentle and slow, then I suck hard and fast flicking my tongue across the head, up and down the shaft, nibbling with my luscious lips at the little known spot directly underneath the head while my thumb traces the veins popping out on his shaft. I make sure there is plenty of natural lubrication so my ministrations are smooth and there is no chafing of dry skin. He leans forward and tweaks my nipples, pushing his hips into my face, his cock deeper into my mouth. Ah yes, the face fuck. I feel his hands on the sides of my head (not gripping too hard, as he knows how I feel about hands on my head in general. The only exception to my no hands on my head rule is a face fuck.) His hips pump furiously, his cock hitting the back of my throat (did I mention I never had my tonsils taken out?). I am almost in heaven…not quite. I don’t want him to cum just yet, so I quickly shove him off of me. (aww, I know. Kinda upset me too when his cock left my mouth. I felt so….empty.)

I have him sitting in the chair again and I straddle him, rubbing my cum soaked thong against his rock hard cock. I stare deep into his eyes as I am grinding against him, his grinding hips matching mine in rhythm. “Tell me, “I snarl to him “tell me how bad you want your cock inside me. How much you want my pussy squeezing your cock, tell me you want to be wrapped in my warm, cum soaked pussy.” He doesn’t say anything, but pushes aside my thong and shoves two fingers inside my pussy, hooking them towards my inside wall. He flicks my engorged clit as he withdraws them again. “How is that for an answer” he asks softly while staring dead at me and sucking my cum from his fingers. I shake my head, wanting to play some more. “Not good enough, “I reply angrily, “show me how much you want to be inside of me right now! Tell me how bad you want to fuck me like the slut I am!” I smack his chest, quick stinging slaps, leaving red marks on his fair skin. He moves really fast and before I know it, I am in the chair and he is standing on top of me. (hmm. Nice…….I love a display of manhood). He pushes my thong aside and with his cock in one hand, he slaps it against my clit. OH, OH, OH, OH FUCK MY LIFE!!! The smack of a rock hard cock against my cum drenched clit already swollen with desire and lust….OH OH OH OH! Each smack brings a not so quiet gasp from me and I grasp my tits and tweak my nipples. I am writhing in the chair, trying to escape the stinging smacks and trying to get closer to them at the same time. I am almost out of my mind! I must have lost it! I am becoming more and more aroused, my pussy already opening for him. He pauses from the cock spanking (sigh. I love those) and rubs the head of his cock against my clit, around the outer lips of my pussy. I am beside myself in sexual distress, erotic agony or whatever you want to call it. If he doesn’t shove his cock in me now I don’t know what I will do next!

He grabs a hold of my chin and turns my head so that I am looking at him. “Now, you tell me “, he whispers, “How bad do you want my cock in you? How bad do you want me to fuck you like the silly slut you are? You want this cock inside of you? Tell me!” I blink, trying to clear my head of the hazy sexual fog that has engulfed me but he smacks my clit with his cock again….and once again, I am plunged into a hazy sexual fog. I can feel the head of his cock just outside the opening to my pussy and I whimper. I want him inside me, completing me in the way no one else can. My breathing is harsh and shallow; I can’t seem to catch my breath. He is rubbing his cock against my opening again and all I can imagine is….his rock hard cock teasing my pussy. I hear my pussy crying out for cock….she wants to be filled! I try to scoot my hips down so that his cock slips inside me, but he catches on and backs away. “Naughty girl!” he admonishes as he delivers quick stinging slaps with his cock, “Naughty, naughty! You’re being very bad. Tell me how bad you want this cock and you shall have it!” I toss my head from side to side, banging my head off the not so comfortable cardboard sides of the chair. I am not willing to give in yet and he senses this. He drags me to the floor and positions himself on top of me, so that his body shadows mine. He lowers his head and nibbles my neck while the head of his cock is grinding against my clit. I groan, I moan, I want him so badly….”Please” I whisper, “please fill me with your cock. I need you inside of me…I need you to fuck me”. I am looking him in the eyes as I say this, tears in the corners. I have never been this sexually tortured in my life. It is too much for me, I am calling uncle.

He smiles at me and kisses me long and deep. He breaks the endearing kiss and pulls me to my feet. I stand shakily, not sure of what he has in mind. When had he gained the upper hand in all of this? No matter. He faces me towards the chair and he is standing directly behind me. I feel a smile spreading across my face. Oh, fuck yes. Please, please! He bends me at the waist and I grip the sides of the chair, quivering with anticipation. No, wait. I raise my hands off the sides of the chair and hold my arms directly behind me. He grabs my hands in each of his own and in one fluid motion, enters me.

Well, it was such a relief to finally be filled, everything after that passed by in a fog. I do remember him slamming his cock in me, over and over again. Deep and hard, his cock hitting the front wall of my pussy. At one point, he let my arms fall to my sides (he was riding this cowgirl hard! My arms were the reins!) and as his cock entered my pussy, he free hand was fingering my clit, making my pussy even wetter and spasm uncontrollably. Yes, the good old reach around. I felt my pussy muscles clenching his cock tighter and tigher…..then, a scream. A loud roar and a blinding light engulfed us both…



It was the best sex in a public place I have ever had!!

Naughty Doctor!!

I stride into the waiting room of the doctor’s office, ten minutes late for my appointment. What can I say? The subway held me up, as always. I never did like going to the doctor for anything. I always detested the sterile and lifeless environment, the waiting around while the nurses stood in the back gossiping about who knows what. I quickly glance at my watch and sigh heavily. I knew I was late and my tardiness would not matter. I would still have to wait a full half hour before being ushered into one of the exam rooms. This was such a tedious ordeal! I am the hurry up and go type person. I have things to do, people to see, worlds to conquer. All of this would have to be put on hold as I fulfill my womanly obligations. It grated on my nerves and hard. I hate waiting around. I paste a smile on my face and walk to the receptionist to sign in.

I am leafing through another gossip rag (hey, I had to read something to pass the time. The big red letters of “NO CELLPHONES” was tacked to the wall behind me) when I hear my name being called. I glance towards the door that leads to the exam rooms and down at my mother of pearl watch on my left arm. A scant fifteen minutes have passed since I signed in. This was a pleasant surprise, as perhaps I can get out of this office sooner than expected. I smile at the waiting nurse and follow her to the exam room. She takes my temperature, asks the same old questions that are asked each time I visit…no changes to note. She finishes quickly, hands me a paper gown and informs me (in that toneless voice that indicates she can’t wait for her shift to be over) that the doctor will be with me shortly. I quickly don the paper gown and sit in one of the chairs sitting to the side of the exam table. Sitting on the exam table makes the paper gown gap open and I like to keep some form of modesty.

A brisk knock on the door brings me jolting out of my daydreams and musings. “Enter”, I say in a bored voice and the door swings open. There is a brief pause and a sharp intake of breath from both the doctor and myself. My doctor is a beautiful tall young woman with lustrous brunette hair that cascades around her shoulders, down the back of her white lab coat. Her green eyes are slightly widened in recognition and her luscious pink lips are slightly parted. I slowly smile and raise out of my chair, gap in the back of my gown a trivial matter pushed to the back of my mind. “Hello Janine” I purr, “how lovely it is to see you again”. Janine shakes her head and chuckles. “Hello Khym dear,” she replies, “this is a most pleasant surprise”. We both stand in front of each other, the nervous energy bouncing back and forth between us. I had met Janine a few weeks ago at a bar in SoHo. We had a few drinks that evening, played a rousing game of beer pong and another drinking game. We had a blast that night! We clicked and corresponded online and over the phone a lot since that night. There were casual flirtations, heavy lidded glances and careless touches that night, but nothing occurred. We had breakfast the following morning and parted ways. Our schedules were both hectic and trying to schedule some alone time with each other seemed impossible. How fortunate! What luck! I knew she was a doctor, but did not know where she worked…this was indeed a most pleasant surprise. I grin and hop onto the exam table. “Well” I say with a careless shrug, “at least we can have some stimulating conversation and this visit won’t be as staid as the other visits.” Janine walks over to a drawer and pulls out a paper cover. I notice a pretty blush creeping into her cheeks, tingeing her creamy pale complexion a sexy pink. Oh, if I could only know what she was thinking at this moment! I settle myself for the exam, wild thoughts darting around in my head. I take a deep breath to still the adrenaline coursing through my body. I was her patient, she was my doctor. No hanky panky in the exam room!

Ah, there is nothing more nerve wracking than having a doctor exam the most private, most secret part of a woman. I personally hate it and always wish the exam would hurry up and get done with. Laying spread eagle while a stranger pokes, prods and shoves surgical steel inside you is not the most enjoyable experience. (I will ask those who have read my Prince Albert stories to refrain from unnecessary comments at this time) This time though….i found I was even more uncomfortable, full of excited energy. I feel Janine’s cool gloved hands on my inner thigh, gently pushing them further apart. Why is it I only have a problem spreading my legs when I am in an exam room? I grit my teeth, struggling to hold on to my decorum. I feel my womanly juices gathering inside of me…oh please, please! Do not let me embarrass myself this way! Janine’s touch is impersonal; she is just doing her job. I feel her parting my nether lips and I involuntarily clench, willing myself to remain calm. I know! A conversation about nothing would do the trick!! I ask Janine how she likes her job, what plans she has for the coming weekend….just general nonsense. Janine and I happily chat about everything and nothing and I feel myself calming down, I am relaxing again. “When was the last time you did a breast examination on yourself?” she asks me in her calm and collected voice. I shrug and roll my eyes. “Quarter past never “, I answer her with a grin, “I check to make sure they are still there, still perky and they look healthy.” Janine chuckles and instructs me to sit up on the exam table. “Khym”, she admonishes me, “you know full well you are supposed to check for abnormal lumps, extreme sensitivity…yadda.” She reaches around my neck and unties the laces of the gown. She is so close to me, I can feel the heat vibrating from her. I smell the shampoo in her hair, a combination of sweet and sultry. I think it is the scent of strawberries. Our faces are so close I could brush my lips across her delicate cheekbones. She deftly unties the gown and pulls it down to my waist. “When you get out the shower “, she says, “ you stand in front of the mirror with your arms up….like so….that’s right….and you start in a circular motion around your breast, three fingers.” As she is explaining this to me, her three fingers and going around my breast in the circular motion she described. My nipples are taut and swollen with desire, begging for her attention. I glance down at her fingers and my eyes fall across the front of her lab coat….which is open. When did she open it? I can see her rosy nipples through the sheer black fabric of her bra. Her nipples, so pink and juicy looking are standing at attention as well. Her touch was so wonderful, my breasts aching. Her fingers are caressing my skin, the feeling of silk sliding against silk. I smile to myself as a plan forms in the corners of my mind. (you know me, I always have a plan). I lower my raised arms and settle my hands on her firm shoulders. Her breath quickens as I push the lab coat off her shoulders, where it drops silently to the floor below. I slip my fingers under the straps of her bra and push them slowly and gently off her shoulders. Her face is that pretty pink again, the pretty pink I find so endearing and lovely. Her chest is heaving, her breathing is now labored. I watch in admiration as her lovely full breasts raise and fall with each breath, straining against their lace prison. It is time to free them of their exquisite confines. I push the cups of her bra down and cradle her breasts in my hands. They fill my palms, warm and heavy to the touch. I look deep into her vivid green eyes, alive with the glow of anticipation. “So”, I drawl as I lovingly caress her taut nipples, “you are saying I should only use three fingers and not the whole palm?” I watch her face as I gradually increase the pressure of my palms against her breasts….so wonderful! Janine is desperately trying to remain composed, but her eyes are half way closed, her skin flushed. “Yes”, she replies with ragged breath, “that is exactly what I am saying. Start from the top and circle the whole breast area. Once you reach the top again, move your fingers down a bit and repeat the circle.” As she is explaining this to me, I demonstrate with my fingers on her breasts. I pause and quickly suckle on her left nipple. A quick closing of my warm mouth on her nipple, withdrawal and a gentle tug with my fingers and she groans, her groan sounding like the sweetest of music to my ears. Janine shudders once and pushes herself away from me. “We need to finish the examination” she says tersely. “lie back please.” I raise my right eyebrow but say nothing. Oh, I must have hit a nerve and her self-control is frayed. Good. It is not fair she can play with me and not expect a response. Oh, this is a most interesting doctor’s visit!

I settle back on to the exam table and Janine drapes a paper cover over my spread legs. She guides my feet into the stirrups (I HATE THOSE! ARGH!) and with an air of indifference, drones on about what the cotton swab is doing inside me, to spread my legs more or to prepare myself for the shock of surgical steel being shoved inside of me. (once again, those who have read my Prince Albert stories need not reply!)Ho hum, are we finished yet? It appears our brief but blatant sexual interlude was just that…a brief interlude. I stifle a yawn and my mind begins to review my internal to do list. (I keep a running to do list in my head as I have fifty million and one things going on at any given time. I have to stay organized somehow.) Wait….what is going on down there?? My body is quietly humming and I realize Janine’s fingers are caressing my clit. How did I miss the start of this?? My mind may have, but my body was responding to the soft caresses. I feel two fingers slide inside my pussy, slowly in and out as the fingers on her free hand work magic on my now swollen clit. I try not to move my hips, I try to slow my breathing, to enjoy the assault of physical sensations. “This is nothing more than the routine quality check” Janine says in a husky voice, “I have to make sure your vagina is as good as it looks”. I nearly raise off the table as I feel her fingers withdraw only to be replaced by a long languid lick of her tongue. Her tongue started at my clit, slowly traced the contours of my womanly lips, down to the opening of my quivering pussy, where her tongue invades the dark confines with ease. When her tongue enters me, I feel it all the way up to my stomach. She is touching the inner most womanly part of me…with her tongue. I want her long pink tongue to be buried deep inside me, never to leave. Her firm tongue darts in and out of my now shaking pussy, her hot mouth greedily sucks my clit and I know I am going to lose my mind. I am no longer aware I am in a doctor’s office, on top of an exam table. I do not see the glaring fluorescent light above me, I do not see the sterile pale blue walls. All I can see are the lacy gates of heaven looming before me. My legs are still inside the stirrups, thus giving Janine complete access as my legs are wide open. I feel the soft caress of her hair against my inner thighs as she continues her sensual assault. I throw off the paper cover and look down at the beauty between my legs. Janine senses I am looking at her and with her tongue flicking rapidly across my clit, looks up at me with a twinkle in her eyes. To see such a beautiful woman enjoying herself while pleasuring me is….one of the great wonders of this world! I reach down and wipe my juices off her nose….and I bring my fingers to my mouth and suck on them. Ooh, I taste so good when thoroughly aroused! Janine increases the flicking of her tongue and I feel a great rush of wetness gathering inside of me. I want her face covered in my fuck juice. I want her to smell me and remember, even after she has washed her face clean. Janine takes her hands from their grip on my thighs and moves them closer to my pussy. She places them on either side of my vulva and gently pulls the lips back, fully exposing me to her. “So beautiful”, she murmurs with awe in her voice, “and all mine. It’s time to make you cum darling”. With my outer lips parted, I don’t think I have much of a choice! Janine uses the juices that have already dripped to the outside and starts sucking anew on my clit. Her tongue traces the outline of my pussy and dips in and out of my pussy, causing me to softly moan. I hear the smacking noises of her mouth enjoying my pussy juices, she is increasing the pace. I close my eyes, my hands at my side clenched. I don’t want to grab her head and force it deeper inside of me…besides, how much deeper can she go? I feel the coiling of sensations inside of me getting tighter and tighter The lacy of gates are right in front of me, bathed in a soft golden glow. I feel it….oh yes, I can feel the storm about to break! “C’mon darling”, Janine coos, “come for me. Come all over my face, drench me in your fuck juice. I want to taste you, all of you….” Her talking has done it for me. With a loud gasp, my hips leap off the table and I release all that I possibly have…..

Janine and I remain unmoved for a few seconds after my explosion. Her face is still covered with my essence and she is smiling broadly. “Well Khym,” she says as she picks up her clipboard, “the examination is complete and I am proud to announce your pussy is in fine working order”.



I chuckle. Janine will get her release with me…but that is for another story.

Faster Kill Pussycat...Faster!

Greetings deviants...this post will introduce the fantasy that is Domina Morphyne. Who is this woman you might ask? She is an extension of the Sinful Angel...a woman in control of any situation. A woman who shows you carnal and taboo worlds unseen to most people. She is one who does not care about anything but achieving her true release and letting her inner beast out. She can be cruel, demanding and heartless. She can be sensual, erotic and down right filthy. This post is a fantasy involving her...and the man lucky enough to be deemed worthy of her attentions.

I am excited. Why? Well, my lover is in NYC to see me and act a fool with me. I flew to his location last time, it was only fair he fly to me this time. It had been a while since I last saw him...the anticipation of our meeting was making my stomach churn. My hands are clammy and my mind a whirlwind. I am not sure what to expect or what we will do. Well, take that back. I have a faint idea of what will happen...but how will it play out?  Would I let him take control or would I scew his brains out? I had to make amends for our last meeting, as it was not up to my high standards. This time, I would be ready for him. Ready to rock his world. I had to remain cool and calm..and in control of the situation. Hey...I should introduce him to Domina Morphyne! When I am in Domina mode....ooohh wee!! The gears in my mind start turning as I plan how this will all play out....

So, after weeks and fracking months of long conversations, bullshit, haggling and driving each other sexually insane, the day finally arrived. I was to meet him at his hotel in the city...early in the morning nonetheless. Thankfully, Starbucks is right around the corner from where I live...I was going to need all my energy. I stroll through the doors of the plush downtown hotel without a care in the world. Aloof and with a bored air of one about to attend a seminar. I stop just inside the door and pause for dramatic effect..I do love making an entrance. Let all gathered around me gawk and pay homage to the awesome goddess that is me. I take off my black Dior wraparound shades and scan the lobby....searching for the one worthy of my attentions. I spot him in a chair in a somewhat secluded corner of the lobby, playing with his phone (again. That man stays glued to his phone). He hasn't looked up yet...but I know he senses I am in his vicinity. The tips of his ears are a pretty pink and there is a tiny smile playing at the corners of his mouth. I grin wide. He wants to play hard to get, eh? He wants to act like being near me doesn't affect him in any way? My eyes narrow and I chuckle. This could prove interesting.

I sedately walk over to where he is seated and stand directly in front of him, not saying a word. A few tense seconds pass by before he slowly raises his head and peers at me from behind his eyeglasses. He just looks at me as I drink in the sight of him. It's been too long since I saw him last. I had forgotten how long his hair was or how incredibly sexy he looks in glasses. My memory has faded the image of his strong arms and the crinkles by the corners of his beautiful brown eyes. How could my memory have faded like that? I smile prettily at him, disguising the fact my insides have been thrown into a tailspin. All the memories of our previous encounter come rushing back to me...but I can not entertain a trip down memory lane right now. I am still in control.  Anger swells up inside me. I lean down and rip the phone out of his hands...and give him a viscious, long kiss. I bite his tongue as my lips bruise his. My free hand grabs his hair and I yank his head back, wanting to inflict a little bit of pain. He tries to grab me, but I smack his hand away. I finally pull away and stand up, feeling triumphant. Act distant will he? Act like he isn't glad to see me? I smile sweetly as I say..."Welcome to New York City darling". With that, I hold up the key card I took from his pocket and start walking to the elevators. (hopefully, this man catches up to me before the elevator doors open. I have no clue as to where I am going. Hey, I like to make a scene!) My heart is racing. What just happened was....pretty intense. Did I really just forcefully greet him? I smile to myself…yes, yes I did. I hear him approach me and I put my game face back on….the dominant one. Without a word, the elevator doors open and we step inside…on our way to an incredible world where only he and I exist.

The door to his suite closes behind us and I stroll around the room to gain my composure. Plottimg. Scheming. I have to make sure this man will never forget who I am. When he dreams at night, it will be of me. Anytime he masturbates, it will be my face swimming in front of his eyes. When he is on the highway headed to work, just the thought of me will make his cock harden painfully. I want him addicted, I want to drive him sexually insane…as he has done me. Every woman he fucks, his mind and soul will call out for me, will call MY name. I continue my inspection of the suite, making idle chatter with him. I ask about his flight, how his businesses are doing…just catching up with him. I set my purse on the loveseat, my mind still furiously working as I continue the inane chatter. He comes up behind me (silly me, I had my back turned to him) and wraps me in his arms. I lean back into him, not wanting to tip him off to the idea I FINALLY had. I have to be cool. I have to play this off, remain calm. He kisses my ear and tells me how glad he is to see me…and asks what the hell was that in the lobby. I arch an eyebrow and grin. Let the games begin!

I quickly turn around and push him to the nearest wall. “What was that in the lobby” I breathe into his ear, “was my way of letting you know what was to come.” I trap his head in my hands and begin biting him, alternating with kisses. “I missed you asshole” I say over and over again. I tell him how wet just the thought of him makes me. I tell him how he sends my heart into overdrive everytime I hear his voice. How I dream of him seducing me, touching me. How I fantasize about him taking control and having his wicked, wicked way with me. I can feel his excitement growing, his pulse quickening. His thudding heartbeat reverberates throughout my whole being. I kiss his face, his nose, his cheeks, his throat. I want to devour him right there on the spot, but I know I must be patient. I must drag this out as long as possible. Drive him to the brink of insanity…and with a gentle nudge, send him headlong into oblivion. I stop suddenly and push away from him. His chest is heaving, his eyes slightly glassy. I see red marks on his neck where I have bitten him…and I grin. Those are MY marks on him…and more are to come. I grab his hand and march him to the bedroom. My blood is rushing, I am tripping off the adrenaline coursing through my veins. I feel as though I am on top of the world! This man is mine and mine alone…and I will prove it to him. There is no other for him…no one like me. I am the best he is going to EVER have. I just want to make that clear to him is all.

Once we are in the bedroom, I slam the door shut and throw him onto the bed. A part of his senses must have returned, for he instantly sits up and glares at me. “What the fuck is that? Have you lost your mind…again?” he demands of me. I hold my finger up for silence and give him my deadliest seductive look (you know, the LOOK that inspires a fear of God). “Silence,” I command, “you’re in my city, on my stomping grounds. I promised a rematch..one you will never forget, didn’t I?” He narrows his eyes…calculating his response. A second pauses, then two, then a few more. Finally, he nods his head. I rush over to him and jump on the bed, my legs to his sides. I yank his head back and hold his chin in my hand and whisper in his ear…”Then just lay back and enjoy the ride darling. Don’t worry though. This won’t hurt…much”. I jump off the bed and retrieve my bag from the couch. His eyes grow a bit wide as he sees me stroll back into the room, a Cheshire grin on my face. I order him to sit in the chair in the corner of the room and with the ropes from my bag of goodies, secured his arms to the chair. I pull out the blindfold and he makes a noise of protest. I turn from my task and glare at him….how dare he? But then again, I had not spoken of the rules yet. I shake my head and walk back towards him. I throw one leg onto the arm of the chair and lean down so that our noses are touching. “Rule number one,” I say, “no bitching. Rule number two is no touching umless I say you can and after you have asked my permission. Rule number three is enjoy the ride. Anything else goes.”He nods his head in agreement and I tie the silk scarf around his head, sealing his sense of sight. I slowly unbutton his shirt and leave it open, exposing his chest. All of it, just for me to have my way with. I trail my perfectly manicured nails up and down his chest…lightly. I circle his nipples and grin in glee as I watch them come to attention. The power I have is making my head spin..but I quickly get it under control. I have a supplicant to destroy, after all. I stroke him lightly for a few minutes, watching his chest raise and fall. Watch his body strain for my touch when I pause. I caress his face, gently tug on his mustache and goatee. I feel he is ready for the next phase of this torture, so I slide my pants and panties off in preparation. I do a quick check…yes, I am good and wet..and we haven’t done much yet! I chuckle softly to myself

I snatch up my leather riding crop and straddle him….grabbing his chin and forcing it upwards. “How are you doing darling? Still hanging in there?” “Of course” he replies, “this is nothing new to me”. I struggle to hide my grin. This arrogance is what attracted me to him in the first place…but sheesh. The man annoys me at times. I smack him on his left nipple with my riding crop, leaving an angry red welt. I then lick the wound and blow a cooling breath on it. That ought to teach him. His face turns red and I hold a finger to his lips (god, I can not wait until those lips are all over me…sigh.) I ask if he is going to behave and save the smart ass comments for another time. He grins and shakes his head no. I cock my head to the side and bring the crop smacking down on his right nipple….and this time, I pinch it between my fingers.I ask the same question and he gives the same reply…no. His defiance is so magnificant. Both of his nipples are beet red, glaring at me, angry welts. I shift and dip two fingers into my soaking wet pussy…and trace his lips with them. His tongue darts out immediately and right when it does….I quickly smack his nipples again! He jumps this time and bares his teeth. I laugh, a hearty laugh that fills the room. This is just too much fun!! I am enjoying this play….so much it hurts. I dip my fingers into my pussy again and hold them just in front of his lips…not quite touching. I grab his hair and yank his head back. “Ask me permission to lick the fuck juice from my fingers” I whisper to him. I watch his nostrils flare and his tongue dart out to lick his lips…but no word from him. I yank a little harder on his hair and repeat my demand, lightly tapping his bottom lip with a cum soaked finger. A few more tense seconds pass and I hear him whisper ever so softly, “Please, let me lick the fuck juice from your fingers”. First, I am shocked. I mean, I really didn’t think he was going to play along. This man is always full of surprises. I can never figure him out. I clamp down my elation and tell him to open his mouth….and quench his thirst. Whoops…I forgot that magical tongue of his! His tongue swirled around my fingers, sucking on them. His warm mouth feels like a silken glove….so sensual and…oh my! His tongue dips in between the gaps of my fingers, exploring every crevice, nook and cranny. Every last drop is sucked from my fingers…I feel as though he is sucking every last drop of my life essence. I stifle a moan and quickly snatch my fingers from his mouth…aww, look. He is pouting a bit. How adorable. Fine, he will pay for making my heart race. He will pay dearly for exciting me! How dare he!! I am the one in control here. It is okay. I will make him pay. I work quickly and strip his pants and underwear off him. This fucker is going to pay dearly for this one. I blow my breath on his penis….first with my lips just barely touching the shaft, then from a short distance away. I look up at his face as I am giving him my breathing technique. Slow, gentle breaths on the head of his penis, on the shaft. His face is a study in ecxtasy. His mouth is slightly parted and I can see him struggling to control his breathing. I smile and pull out more secret weapons…my pearl necklace that I wrap around the shaft and my turkey feather. No, no silk for this torture. I trail the feather from his neck down his chest, in circles around his nipples, down to his stomach. I alternate strokes of the feather with loving licks. As I use my mouth and feather on one nipple, I am squeezing the other one…then I switch. I want to drive him to madness. To a lust he has never experienced before. He begins to squirm and moan, but I quickly snatch up the riding crop nearby and give him a light smack on his chest…when his squirmimg is getting a bit out of hand. I stop the torso torture and give him a lomg hard kiss and then resume the torture. I slide down a bit to a kneeling position in between his legs. This man has no idea of what I am about to do to him. I trail an outline of his penis with the feather…light gentle touches to excite. He is rock hard now, the veins popping a bit. I lightly tap his swollen head with my riding crop. “uh uh”, I admonish, “you are NOT allowed to cum until I give permission” His reply is a tortured groan that sounds like music to my ears. I flick my tongue across the head of his penis and watch in glee as it jumps. I chuckle and watch in awe. I see his cock straining against the restraint I have wound around it…so swollen! So juicy! My mouth is watering as I watch his ever so beautiful cock dance for me. I flick my tongue across the head again to make it dance the dance of lust. I glance up at him….oh yes. He is trying so hard to rein in his desire. Time to turn up the heat

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I position myself so that my hand has access to the object of my desire and my mouth access to the upper half of his body. I bite down hard on his chest as my hand strokes his cock….and wow. I did not know he could jump like that. I was almost thrown off! I immediately suck the bitten area of chest to soothe the sudden shock. I look down at my handiwork and am pleased to see teeth marks swelling on his skin. I grab his hair and pull back (yes, again. This seems to be my favorite thing to do to him) and nibble on his neck. I am lost in a world of hazy lust now. There is no going back as I continue this journey to sexual insanity. I whisper dirty little things in his ear, praising him for being such a willing supplicant. Telling him how much I adore him, how much I missed his cock inside of me. How I have dreamed of this day since the last time we parted ways. He moans and strains against his bindings as I kick things into overdrive. His breathing is erratic, chest heaving, a fine sheen of sweat breaking out above his brow. I nibble, caress…bite. I sink my teeth into his shoulder….trying to consume him. I want him to be one with me…I want to eat him alive! His moans are getting louder and turning me on like I have never been turned on before. I quickly scramble to a kneeling position between his legs and shove his rock hard cock deep, deep into my mouth. His reaction is a very very loud gasp followed by a prolonged groan. I slowly suck upwards on his cock, toying with the head. Tickling the area underneath the head. Using the turkey feather to tickle his heavy balls. I continue this for a bit, going slow then fast…then slowing the pace again. His whole body is covered in sweat, he is straining to be free. I know he is dying to place his hands on my head, shove my mouth down his shaft and to release his load into my warm mouth. His cock is doing a happy dance inside my mouth and I feel myself getting wetter and wetter. I suddenly take my mouth completely off his cock and sit back on my heels, watching him catch his breath. I am not ready for him to find his release yet…not yet. I dip my fingers inside my aching pussy, withdraw three cum soaked fingers and place them on his lips. “now, what do you say?” I tease him, “taste what you have done to me.”. His face looks pained but I hear him ask. “Please”, he groans, “allow me to suck the fuck juice from your fingers. Please, I must taste you…”. I lick my own juices from my fingers and give him another kiss for being such a good boy! Our tongues tango, swirl and dart rapidly to and fro. I groan and bite his tongue. I am so turned on. I want him so badly…inside of me. Filling that void only he can fill. Sending me hurling into the depths of insanity. I want his arms around me, crushing me against his chest. Now is not the time though. I still have much planned for him.

I remove the blindfold from his eyes and he blinks a few times to clear his vision…and then he stares deep into my eyes. What do I find in the murky depths of his eyes? Promises. Retribution. A threat. Lust. Desire. I pull him to his feet and untie his hands. I am not done. Now the fun begins. I shove him onto the bed and straddle him. I remind him of the rules with quick smacks on his legs and torso with my riding crop. (I love that thing). I look down at him, the beginnings of bruises making themselves known. I grin at my handiwork. I lean down and whisper in his ear….”Now it is time to get you off. Give your body to me. Let your body be free, free your body, your body with me”. He looks at me and smiles. Oooh!! There should be a law against him smiling at me like that. Thus begins the full body attack. I blaze kisses/bites all over his heated skin. No area of skin is left untouched by my hands or mouth. I take the riding crop and whip his nipples, his shoulders and his chest. I am rough. I am not nice, not at all loving. The inner beast in me has awoken…and so has his. I make my way down to his cock…oops. I forgot about the restraints. I tear the necklace off his cock, scattering pearls all over the bed, against the wall…I did not care. My inner beast was out to play now. She wanted to enjoy her freedom as long and as much as possible. I take his cock in my mouth and suck hard. Long and hard, as if I was dying of thirst and his cock was a spring. I dimly hear him gasping and feel him bucking….oh yes. Both of us will be driven to insanity it seems. My mind is…..hell, I don’t think I had a mind at this point. I was consumed with this inner fire….this primal urge to go insane. I nimbly jump off the bed and pull him to his feet….and both of us went crashing into the nightstand. We didn’t care. We hopped over the mess and I threw him against a wall. “trust me”, I tell him, “and go with the flow. Give your body to me”. It has become a chant as I repeat it over and over. I shove his cock in my mouth again….ah yes. I feel…happy. Happier than I have ever been. This is what I have dreamed of, this is what I wanted…almost. I suck and caress his cock…oh my how it fills my mouth. I shoveit as far deep down my throat as I possibly can…wanting more of it. I want to choke on it. I feel his hand on my head to assist. I snuggle up to his cock. I kiss it…I am WORSHIPPING this damn thing like it was my one and only savior. This is what I have been craving. My mouth is so hot and wet….I am making one hell of a sloppy mess all over his cock. I don’t want him to cum just yet, so I stop….and stand in front of him. Ha!! He is not even standing all the way up, he is leaned against the wall, knees slightly bent.
I am like a woman possessed as I kiss him…..deeply. Bruising lips. Pinching nipples. Squeezing the head of his cock. His head is thrashing side to side, his eyes closed tight, mouth open. Wide open. I see this and slip my fingers into my pussy…yup. You guessed it. I watched him watching me as he sucked my fingers dry. I lick my parched lips and gulp. Oh, I want him. Now. Hard. Fast. Slow. Rough. Gentle. However I could get him. Am I trying to kill him? You bet…and I may die in the process. I cup his balls and kiss him on his neck, rubbing my breasts against his chest. I want to completely cover him. Consume him. Be consumed by him. This man….my lover….there is no other for me. Ever. My alpha, my omega. He wraps his arms around me and holds me tight….as I emotions swirl around me. Now, now it is time. My inner beast will mate with his……in a blinding light seen only by us. I push him off me and we both collapse to the floor. He kisses my neck, my breasts, my stomach, my inner thighs. I am writhing in sweet intense pain. It is such torture for me…..he is touching me on the outside, but not the inside. I want him inside of me, to complete me. Oh god. Yes. In one fliud stroke, my lover fills me and I gasp. I look into his eyes and see his inner beast staring back at me. I am filled with awe and wonder……so beautiful. So majestic. So…..free. “Give your body to me” my lover says, “set your body free”. I numbly nod my head and he begins slowly pumping. Grinding his hips against mine. The carpet beneath me…eh. I will worry about the rug burns later.
His tempo is increasing and his body is aglow with sweat. His breathing is heavy…and gaining speed. I am in….another world. Only he and I exist. I match his tempo, raising, falling. Teasing with the promise of completion. Suddeny, he withdraws and lays down on his back. I quickly straddle him and settle on top of him….oooohhh my. The sensation of being filled. I throw my head back, giving him a wonderful view of my breasts. He pulls me down for a mind blowing kiss, his hands caressing my back. I feel him moving inside me and squeeze my female muscles around his cock….slowly, slowly. Tense, release. Tense, release. This is too much for me and I begin to ride him. Oh my, this is soo good. I lean back as I am riding him and I feel his fingers playing with my clit. The bed is bouncing, the headboard smacking against the back wall as we fuck each other stupid. Suddenly, he grabs my hips (that will leave a bruise for sure) and roars. Not yell. Not shout. Roars. I watch him release and that proves my undoing. My inner beast screams to match his beast roaring….oh yes. The light was so blinding, the screaming, the roaring….I felt tears gathering and then….darkness.



We woke up a few hours later. What can I say?? It was pretty intense.

Fallen Angel...The Dark Side of Lust.

I will warn you now..this is not for the faint of heart. This is strictly a fantasy piece. Anyone tries this on me without my permission (which will be denied anyways) and I will  feed your balls to you from a rusty spoon.
This blog site is to show all sides of sex...the sweet and loving. The dark and evil. The taboo.
My point? Feed your true nature, once you realize what it is. If you are the type that believes in happily ever after, go ahead and skip over this blog post.

Theme song of this post

So, for those that remain...how are you doing? This fantasy has a little bit of roughness to it. It's primal. It's raw. It is total abandonment of all restraints. You are living for the moment, nothing else. It is a world few have ever seen or experienced..but those that do develop a deeper understanding of...things.

What is BDSM? BDSM, from my point of view, is a chance to let my true nature free...which is my release. All the pent up anger, wrath, disappointments, frustrations, stress...whatever it is, I express it. I let it go. That is Khym's definition of BDSM...a true release. It can be sexual or not. It can be physical, mental or emotional..or all three. One can not reach their release until they understand what their true sexual nature is. Why? Knowing your true sexual nature will allow you to express your true feelings...ta da! There is your release. Anyways, on to the fantasy...you were warned.

I decided to go out one night...hit up the bar scene and unwind. It was Saint Patrick's Day after all..I cant ignore my Irish genes and NOT drink. I called up a few of my friends and we all decided on a dive. (Sometimes, I just like to shoot some pool in a dark  nasty smelling place...and drink really really strong drinks).I was going through a tough time in my life..the love of my life and I had just publically broken up a few months prior (or was it longer? Time seems to be blurry) and I was tired of laying around my apartment crying, hurting, alone and broken. I had to force myself to live again. I just had to!! I had to find a way to push past the mind blowing pain that was consuming me, eating me alive. I had to kill all off feeling, move on to the next. My life doesnt stand still because my heart was broken. Fuck no. I am tougher than that!!! No one slays me, takes me out for the count! So, after a few shots of Bailey's, I was set to go. Dragged myself our of bed, got dressed in a pair of jeans and a tshirt, slapped on some makeup and was ready to go!

So, I am sitting at the bar watching my friend's play another suck ass game of pool. I have been for the most part, trying to enjoy myself. I smile at the right times, laugh when something silly happens...but I am growing anxious for some reason. It is like a dark hole in the center of my body that keeps growing. I can feel it spreading, slowly but surely. I just want to go back to my bed and hide away! I sigh and get ready to get off my bar stool when a body slides into the bar stool beside me..and places a hand on my thigh. I roll my eyes in annoyance and have a quick retort on my lips as I turn and face him...Now, this is going to sound really incredibly bad, but for the life of me, I can not remember his facial features clearly...I think it was all the alcohol I consumed that night..starting with the shot he handed me. Anyone who has been thru heartbreak knows...the one thing you want to do is push the pain so far away, you never feel it...you want to be numb and not feel anything...until you are ready to deal with things. I dont think there is a single person who has successfully dealt with such intense pain in a healthy way..some use alcohol and drugs. Some force themselves to continue life..they still go to work everyday. "Fake it til you make it" is their motto. Well, I was trying the fake it til I made it method..which worked during the day time. When the sun set though, that is when the pain would wash over me, afresh. Well, screw that. It was Saint Patrick's day. i wanted to have fun and live my life. Perhaps drink a little.

Next thing I remember, we are in my apartment rolling around my bedroom floor. Literally. How this happened is still a mystery to me. I dont think I even remember his name! I was not drunk..but I had a bit to drink and was feeling quite good. Thankfully, my roommate was not home that night...as he and I barged through the front door and managed to make it to my bedroom. Clothes were thrown off in a hurry as we raced to the main event of the evening. Chest heaving, rapid panting, the fumbling of the fingers on a belt buckle and the age old struggle with a bra clasp. We backed into my bed and I was forcibly thrown upon it. I felt my pulse galloping, my lower body coiled and ready to spring, my thighs quivering in extreme excitement. I did not have a clue as to what would happen...but I had a good feeling it was going to be an experience I would not soon forget. My friend for the evening did not give me a moment to recollect my thoughts as he threw himself upon me....

He and I wasted no time on foreplay or whispering sweet nothings to each other. His rock hard (and mighty juicy thick cock) was soon gloved and shoving into the deepest parts of my inner being. I could hear the blood rushing in my ears, in my head, could feel an inner turmoil beginning. Furious, hard, fast and with no sympathy. My pussy was punished, bruised and reborn again. His rock solid cock thrusting faster and faster, harder and harder, deeper and deeper. No time for breathing. No time for feeling anything but the sweet scent of a primal lust sated. We were both racing toward the goal of the ultimate orgasm when all of  a sudden, the thrusting stopped. His breathing slowed and I slowly opened my eyes, curious. I was wondering what he was going to do next. He hadnt cum yet...so what was the deal? I watched in fascination as a bead of sweat fell from his sweaty brow into the cleft between my breasts. Hmm....yummy. The only thing I could think of was...licking the salt from his sweaty body. He slowly raised himself to his elbows, struggling to catch his breath. I could still feel him inside me....and felt the walls of my tight pussy clenching around him. Release, then clench again. Slowly torturing and massaging the rock hard cock still inside of me. I am still wondering what he has planned when, as if he was reading my mind, his hands slowly close upon my neck. I nod my head in silent assent as I read the question in his eyes. A small smile turns up the corners of my mouth. Oh yes, this is a night of punishment. Abandon all hope ye who enter into this world of darkness.

I lean up a little bit to give him better access to my throat. In the frenzied hardcore fuck of earlier, I had somehow wound up on the edge of my bed, almost falling off. I sigh deeply as I feel his hands close tighter around my neck. The inner beast in me senses a release is near...a much sought after and much needed release. The true release that will set the inner beast free and perhaps soothe my much wounded heart and soul. My friend for the evening slightly tightens his grip and begins the stroking anew. Slowly in, sliding slowly out of my oh so wet pussy. I am pretty sure his cock is on fire from being inside the inferno that is burning me up. I close my eyes in absolute bliss, silently begging for the punishment I know I deserve. Why, you may ask. Why do I deserve to be punished? I have a simple answer for that...because I was behaving very badly. See, I was in love with my ex. Loved him with everything I had..and what I didnt have. I felt as though I was not allowed to enjoy another man. I was not allowed to be intimate in any way with anyone else but my ex. To do so would be a betrayal. I would betray the love I had for him...and I am one who does not take betrayal lightly. This evening was the first time in a long long time I cut loose and said to myself "fuck it" I still felt guilty though...and all of these feelings running circles around my head would all come into play this evening.

He continues his penile assault on me....sliding his cock in and out of my pussy, exciting me further. Teasing me with the promise of fulfillment. I am gasping for breath as his tempo is increasing. My inner beast is slowly uncurling, stretching out leisurely. The release is at hand...but not just yet. My inner beast will not break free until the time is just right. As his tempo increases, his hands get even tighter around my neck, his fingers digging into my skin and pressing hard against my windpipe. I revel in the sensation of his heavy balls smacking against the opening of my pussy as he is fucking me. There are no words spoken in this world. Only, the joining of bodies in the age old dance of...fucking. Not sex. Not intercourse. Good old fashioned fucking. My hands slowly creep up to cover his on my neck. I...my eyesight is startimg to go a little blurry and my breathing is erratic..I can not seem to catch my breath. His hands are large and he is not a skinny man...muscular. If I am not careful, I could die tonight. I am caught up in the wonderful ufurling of desire in my lower stomach, in my chest, in my whole being to really pay any mind. I am being punished. I am happy, happier than I have been in a very very long time. Suddenly, he rolls off me and the rush of cool air shocks my overheated skin. Without missing a beat, he shoves my legs apart and then...oooh, I feel his hot hot tongue lapping at my clit. I moan loudly and writhe in sheer joy. He clamps his hands on my waist and shoves his tongue deep inside me. I am wet beyond wet at this point, gasping for air, grabbing fistfuls of the bedsheets. It feels so good...so, wanton. So...complete. I hear myself murmering..dirty filthy talking. I want him to get me wetter. I want his tongue to spank my clit. I want his fingers to twist inside of me. I want...I want...more. More of what, I am not quite sure. I feel him sucking on my clit and feel the slight scrape of teeth. I am throwing my head back and forth like a woman possessed. I try bucking and arching my back high in the air, but this man has a death grip on my hips, shoving me back down onto the bed, never taking his mouth off me. Yes, get me wetter. Drive me to the depths of insanity..of which there is no return. Make a sloppy mess of my pussy...I love that shit. Yes, shove your tongue deeper inside me. Feel my clit pulsing against your mouth? Against your swollen lips? All of this is coming from me! Sweet, poor tortured and beaten soul me!! I feel a scream gathering in the back of my throat and grit my teeth. I dont want to experience my release just yet...I want to savor this nastiness. Then...a shock. A surprise. My friend lifts his head and bites hard on my inner thigh. Yikes. I did not see this one coming. The sharp sting echoes thru me....rattling the cage that holds my inner beast. My inner beast raises her head and shows her teeth....the time is almost near for her to experience freedom. His head lowers and the tongue lashing continues, much to my glee. His hand reaches up and grabs my nipple (talk about multitasking!) and he squeezes hard, wrenching a loud moan from me. The combination of pain and pleasure results in even more acute pleasure...a pleasure so sweet it is to be treasured. I push forward into his mouth as his hand caresses and tweaks my breast. I am in XTC....I feel as though I will burst any second now! His tongue actions increase and his hand is now slapping my breast. Hard, stinging slaps that leave red hand prints. I do not mind, as he is making a sloppy mess of my pussy as he is doing this. This feels incredible. I raise my head a little bit at the wrong time and his hand cracks my jaw. The slap is a shock, of course...but it felt good. Why? Once again, I was being punished! Pain is pleasure as they say.

He stands me up on the side of my bed and pushes me against the wall. I am wondering what in the hell he is doing as he lays underneath me....and then, I find out. He finger fucks me. Not just any finger fuck. I was standing up, braced against the wall for support as he used a variety of finger tricks on my already damn swollen pussy. I have never had such magic worked on me. In and out, twisting and turning, sliding, cajoling, stroking...fucking. Hardcore finger fuck. I could not believe my luck. Was this really happening to me?? Was I truly experiencing this...abandonment of all contraints?? Reveling in the filthy gutterbutt pleasures one normally reads about? Was pleasure this acute allowed? Was I allowed to enjoy myself?  This was a world I had only dreamed of...and kept the dreams locked away from everyone. This was my inner darkness come out to play. I felt my head lolling from side to side as the fingers continued to fuck me senseless. I do not know how I managed to stay upright....I do know I eventually wrenched myself from him and pinned him down.....and proceeded to give him the best blow job he would ever experience. My greedy mouth swallowing him whole, my tongue swirling around his juicy head and thick shaft....my excitement growing. His hands grab my hair and yank hard as my head bobs up and down, side to side, slurping and eating him alive. I dimly hear him talking filth to me. Calling me names, smacking my face with his hand, smacking my ass and pulling on my shoulders. I am beyond the point of caring. I want to explode all over him. I want him to explode all over me...I want to release my inner beast!! He flips me over to all fours and wraps a scarf around my neck. I sigh in deep relief and anticipation...I am to be punished again. Sigh of happiness. I feel him thrusting himself into me, to the hilt. His cock slamming into my inner wall. I clench myself around him, punishing him as he is punishing me. I can feel my release...its just within my reach now. I dig my fingers into his thighs, as my arms are pinned and held by him behind my back, unaware of the pain i am causing him. IHis thighs are the only thing I can grab onto. I lean my head forward as he continues pounding me....making the silk scarf around my neck tighter. I can feel the smoothness of it....an irony of sorts. Something so delicate, so sensually pleasing is aiding in the choking of me. It has become my jailer, my noose. My lovely silken noose. I feel the edges of my reality blurring again and the face of my ex swims before my eyes. I instantly feel guilty. Ashamed. Filthy. I am dishonoring him. I am betraying him. How could I do this to him? Yes, we broke up months ago..but I love him. I could never be with anyone else. The pain of our split comes rushing back to me and I bite my tongue to keep from crying out. The hurt and pain washes over me anew and I am struck down by the weight of my grief, my pain. Shocked at my brazen behavior. I hear a howling...a lonely heartfelt howling filling my ears. I feel hot tears sliding down my face...I am nothing more than a filthy slut. I am not worthy of my ex's love. I am nothing. I failed him. I failed as a woman....all of these thoughts and feelings crash into me like a raging storm. I gasp loudly, trying to shove all these feelings back down. My inner beast is not to be denied though. She leaps up and I realixe the howling is coming from her....from me. I try to focus on the cock slamming wonderfully into my cervix....which proves to be my undoing. With a thrust, he hits the front wall just right.....

Everything happened at once after that. He bit down hard on my back, sending sharp aftershocks of pain echoimg through my body. I screamed loud and long....a gutteral cry of release, of pain, of agony. I had never felt guilt, pleasure, bitterness, self loatred and sheer XTC in my life. I cried so damn hard...I couldnt get myself under control. My inner beast was finally quieted...as she got the release she was searching for. All the pain, the hurt....came rushing to the forefront and helped in the experience that was..a true release.

Yup. Find your true sexual nature. So many times, we hide it. We cover it up, as it may not be socially acceptable. Half the time, we refuse to acknowledge it.

Every now and again....let your inner beast out to play.

Let's Have a Rendez-View

Play this song to set the mood.... 

I woke up this morning from the sweetest and most profound dream of my life. Sigh. It's not every day a chick can have an orgasm in  her sleep...this is a dream about a friend of mine..who keeps haunting me in my dreams. Won't leave me alone, no matter how many times I try to erase him from my life. At this point...I might as well keep him around, eh? Of course, I had to email him the dream...which will probably inflate his already oversized ego. That fucker gets on my nerves. LOL

You and I were talking via yahoo messenger. You were at your desk…its was early morning, the sun shining thru the window. Keep in mind, this is a dream so some things may skip around and totally not make sense…but I remember vividly the surroundings and whatnot. I asked you what you were doing today and you showed me a checklist you had made of all the tasks you had to do in order to get ready for your trip. I scanned the checklist…it was your handwriting. Weird, because I don’t think I have ever seen your handwriting. I knew you had written that list though. Oh! That’s right. You had told me via messenger that you were on the phone and it was going to be a long phone call, that it could possibly take all day. This is where the surreal part comes in. I come thru your computer screen and I am walking around your desk, touching various knick knacks you have on it. Its cluttered, papers all over the place. You were still on the computer messaging me….you weren’t aware I was in the room with you. I was a little confused myself…but I know I was happy to be in the same room as you. Whether it was me or my spirit…I was in the same room as you, smiling to myself as I made my way around your desk.

Next thing I know, I am sitting in your lap sniffing your hair. I was thinking to myself….thank god he hasn’t cut his hair….it smells so damn clean! Your scent is intoxicating. I keep telling myself, we are nothing more than friends. Nothing more. Nothing can go anywhere…and I remember asking myself how in the hell did I wind up in your arms. I sensed warning bells ringing in the back of my head…and then I remember what you told me about being scared….real courage is being scared and doing the damn thing anyways. It was like, my body was not listening to a thing my brain was telling me. Dammit!! I look into your eyes and they have this dreamy look in them….and there is a smile on your face, promising…who the fuck knows? I knew I wanted more. I wanted you touching me. I wanted to lose myself in you. Next thing I know, you take my face in your hands and start kissing me. I feel my eyes roll back and I sigh. Yes, this is what I wanted. Did I tell you my neck is my weak spot? I don’t remember, but good lord you were kissing my neck and it felt so good. Your strong arms holding me tight, so close. I have never felt so alive and surreal at the same time. My hands reach up and grab your hair, pulling you close but at the same time pushing you away. Why? This is wrong. So very wrong, it’s not supposed to be happening! You keep telling to me relax and I finally give in and let myself go. (hey, at least I put up a damned fight) I hear you murmuring and hear you sigh against my skin…jaysus. What a way to start the day.

Here it gets a little weird. As your sensually attacking my neck, your hand wanders…and I don’t know if it was your fingers I felt inside of me, or your cock….either way, I felt complete. I arched my back and moved my hips…wanting more completing. The soul I thought I sold years ago is singing and telling me how right this is….this is where I want to be. Where I need to be. Your fingers (yah, I think its your fingers) are moving rapidly, in and out of my heat. I hear your panting, feel your body warming up I hear you saying something, but I am so caught up in the blinding light just within my reach….I cant understand what you are saying. At this point, I don’t think I even care anymore. I just know your lips are all over my neck, you are suckling my breasts and I am close to heaven.. It gets weird again, because I see you standing in front of me now, in all your naked glory with a grin on your face. LOL. Your Prince Albert is reflecting the sunlight..don’t ask me why I remember that detail, but I do. My pulse quickens and my mouth goes dry…then….true completion as you shove your cock deep and hard into me. We both cry out and lay still for a moment….savoring the feelings swirling around us, in our blood, gasping to catch our breath. You begin to slide in and out, slowly at first….then my hips raise to match your tempo. Faster and faster…you grab my face and well, damn. You look like a wild man. You demand that I tell you who my favorite is. I shake my head, not wanting to answer (a tiny part of my brain is still working) and you shake me, yelling at me to tell you who my favorite is. I am speechless, I cant speak.You let my head drop back and pin my arms above my head instead, still demanding an answer from me. Each word is punctuated with a thrust of your rock hard cock inside me…exciting me even further. I feel so full, so complete, I just want to burst!  I still wont answer and you withdraw…bringing tears to my eyes. Where the hell…what the hell…I did not tell you to pull out!!! Then…you slam into me so damn hard, my eyes fly open…painful1! Your face is looming over mine and you ask me again….who is my favorite. Oh lord. Your being pissed off has pissed me off and I bite your chest and yell….”its you, you fucking dumbass. Like you really have to ask that fucking question…” I would have gone on a full blown tirade, but your lips are bruising mine in a mind numbing kiss. You growl at me…once again, as if I understand what you are saying….I bite your tongue hard, as I am pissed, feeling guilty, confused, scared….

And then….I explode. Arching high in the air, almost throwing you off me, but like the cowboy you are, you are along for the ride. I hear you roaring to match my screaming….

And then, for some goddamned reason, you hear some kids outside and run to the window…and tell me that the corner store (you live across from a store, don’t even ask WTF that was about…) used to be a bar….The building had a red and white striped roof. I remember that much.

And then, I woke up, in my bed (about 1015 am) pissed off beyond pissed off at you. This is the second time you have made me orgasm IN MY SLEEP. I woke up, panties were soaked, i was covered in a sheen of sweat, heart racing and a silly grin on my face.

WTF is all I have to say. lol

Britney Spears said it best...Heaven on Earth 

Heaven on Earth....via my dreams. lol. It seems I cant get rid of him if I wanted to.

Dancing in the Dark..with a Girl (true story)

Another really hot fantasy..and really tests the bounds of freakdom. We have all hooked up while out at a nightclub..rather, we meet the person and take them to another location. Very few ever hook up at the actual club itself. Read on my fellow freaks..no lube needed!!

Imagine the scene..dimmed lights, the DJ in a booth above a semi crowded dance floor. Bodies writhing to the beat. The scent of sweat, perfume and alcohol is a heavy one...and acts like an aphrodisiac. Arms bump each other as everyone is dancing their worries and cares away..guys hang out around the cage where a young lady is shaking her ass round and round to the current song. Dressed in nothing but a short sparkly dress and sexy leather heels...her hair swinging wildly as the crowd gathered at her cage is entranced. She doesnt  even notice them, as she is caught up in the song...lost in another world.
Guys and girls hang out at the bar, screaming to be heard over the loud bass thumping from the speakers. Smiles and flirty glances are exchanged...well, some are flirty. Some are a blatant invitation for sinfully sexy fun. This is my typical Saturday night..hanging out by the bar in between songs. I have been here for...I dont even know how long. Who keeps track of time when you're having fun? Not I, said the black cat. I am here for the music...I am here to dance my ass off all night. (makes for a great workout) I am here to lose myself in the music..and shut out the real world. I didnt come here to pick up any guys...I gave that up years ago. Besides, no one here meets my standards anyways. I signal the bartender over to my little corner of the bar and order another Tequila Sunrise...all this dancing has made me a lil thirsty.

I came here with a few girlfriends...but they are nowhere to be found. I dont feel like fighting the crush of sweaty bodies to look for them either. Chances are, they are already at someone's house and getting their brains fucked out of their left ear. It happens...which is fine by me. I prefer to be alone anyways. The bartender returns with my ice cold (thank god) drink and I take a sip..Ahh, yes. Orange juice never tasted so good. Then...I see HER.

I see a petite brunette goddess all the way across the dancefloor. Her hair comes to the middle of her back and she is...it looks like she is in a world of pure Xtasy. Her hair swings from side to side as her hips gyrate to the heavy drum and bass. Her eyes are half closed, mouth slightly parted. One arm is raised in the air, the other one hangs by her side. I cant turn away...I feel myself being drawn into her world. She is in a skin tight pink velvet pantsuit..one that hugs her slim, yet womanly curves. I can see the outline of her perky breasts...straining against the fabric, begging to be freed. She does a little spin move and her back now faces me. I watch, as in a trance, as her shapely ass wiggles to and fro...calling to me in a way. I feel my mouth go dry and gulp down my drink. I have never had a woman....frazzle and dazzle me. I take a deep breath and try to calm my racing heartbeat. What the fuck is this? I came here to have fun. I came here to lose myself in the music. I dont want to be bothered with anyone, nor do I want to hook up with anyone. I glance down at my glass and pout. Its empty and I am no where near buzzed. This sucks..and I am slightly annoyed. Time for another drink....

Another song comes blaring out of the speakers...a latin mix. A smile flits across my face as I feel the song seeping into my pore. I feel my hips swaying side to side as the song continues to play and pick up speed. I drown my drink in one swallow and slam it down. The guitars, the breathy voice...I must answer the call. I make my way to the dancefloor...close my eyes...and start moving. I sense a guy coming up behind me and quickly execute a spin move away from him...still continuing to shake, move and swivel. I feel so free..now, I sense someone watching me. I open my eyes...and lock dead on with HER. She is standing to the side of the dancefloor..a dazed look on her face...and a small smile. (I love when women smile that "secret" smile. Nothing is sexier) I grin at her...and with a swivel of my hips, invite her out to dance with me. I havent the slightest clue what made me do that....Siren song perhaps? Were the drinks starting (finally) to have an effect on me? Oh well..at this point, I didnt care. She shook her head gently, a dull blush creeping up her neck..but that shy secret smile still there. I threw my head back and laughed. Playing coy, were we? No time for that! I hold my hand out to her...still dancing..and crook my finger at her. Finally, she smiled wide and joined me on the dancefloor.

She presses her small lithe body against mine as another song plays...we smile at each other and begin to samba...slow sinuous movements. Hands clasped, we forget the other people on the dancefloor and begin the samba of lust. Wanton lust. I can smell the shampoo she used in her hair..it is like a refreshing breeze, filling my nostrils with a sweet scent, blocking out the heavy indoor odor of sweat, cheap perfume and stale cigarette smoke. (yah, can you tell how old I am? I remember a time when one could actually smoke inside a club. Sheesh) She, her being, her presence, is like a heady aphrodisiac...and I want more. I feel her hand resting on my left breast as we continue to spin and grind to the beat. My pulse quickens..she touched me! I feel my spirits soaring even higher than what they already are...and then they kick into hyper overdrive as she circles the outline of my nipple with her fingertips. I pull her even closer to me and nuzzle her neck, inhaling the sexy scent...the come hither scent, she is throwing off. She presses closer to me in response, rubbing her breasts against mine...I feel a wave of lust threatening to overpower me and I try, try to control it...shoving it back down to the depths where it belongs. This is not the time or place to ravish someone. Oh god, how I want to though. I feel beads of sweat popping out on my forehead (there goes my makeup goddammit)..I take a deep breath to calm the storm raging inside of me. "Cmon, lets get a drink" I say as I practically drag her off the dancefloor and over to the bar. I need a drink..or a few shots. I have GOT to get this lust under control.

At the bar, she turns to me and comments on how great a dancer I am..with that shy smile on her face I have come to adore! I grin and order us 4 shots of tequila (no, i was NOT trying to get her drunk so I could have my wicked way with her..what kind of girl do you think I am?? Oh yah. well, maybe. Sheesh) We down the shots with a haphazard toast (here is to getting fucked up and getting fucked) and make chit chat as we wait for a decent song to play. We clubbers dont dance to just any old house mix..it has to be GOOD. I am leaning up against the bar, chilling out when my favorite song comes on (Michael Moog, "That Sound"). This song, to this day, always makes me smile and puts me in a good mood. I love it!! Apparently, my new found friend loves this song as well...and before i know it...I am pinned against the bar!!! She is in front of me with a wicked, deliciously naughty grin on her face...and her hand is rubbing my clit through my pants! While she is dancing to the song. (talent and skills i thought only i possessed). I am getting my own standng lap dance...r a full on body rub. If I had a penis, it would be hard as hell at this point...alas, I am a girl. The only thing I can do is breathe heavier and get wet. I watch in amazement as her body is a slave to the music...and can only let mey eyes roll to the back of my head as her hands play magic with my body...rubbing her body against mine..I cant stand the supsense anymore. I grab her by her shoulders (she is crouching in front of me, breathing on my clit..yes, I am still clothed, but i can feel the heat of her breath...oh my) and...kiss her. Deep. Time is suspended as our tongues stroke each other...fast and furious at first..but then we settle down into a languid kiss. My hand is on the back head, running my fingers through her hair, her hands smoothing down my back and my ass...i feel my head spinning. This chick is simply amazing!! She suddenly pulls away from me and grabs my hand..I wonder where we are going?

Her and I push through the throng of the pulsing crowd and...uh, why are we in the bathroom? Oh, my. The trouble I find myself in sometimes...we go into the empty stall and close the door....

We are against the wall of the stall, kissing each other deeply. i pull down the top of her pantsuit (god bless tube tops) as she lifts my tshirt up....her tongue still fencing with mine in a duel of unrestrained lust. Finally, those pefect round globes are in my hands..I break the kiss and lower my hot and greedy mouth...and never want this night to end. I have never tasted skin so soft, so sensual....her nipple just begging for a tongue lashing. She groans into my hair and massages my head as I assault and worship her pefectly round and plush breasts. So...yummy. She grabs my hair and pulls me up to her face for another mind numbing kiss...as her hands furiously work the zipper of my skin tight black pants. I move against her hand, rubbing myself, seeking her hand on my pussy. She giggles and finally finds the clit she was seeking for. My eyes roll into the back of my head (again. sigh) as she explores my pussy, gently parting the eager lips and tweaking my clit in between her fingers. I am gasping now..I want more, more more!! She sits down on the toilet seat and pulls my pants down to my ankles. As if reading her mind (or maybe I have watched too much porn), I throw my leg up on the toilet paper dispenser beside her, giving her full access. My clit is so swollen and I have never been this wet before. I want her mouth, her tongue, her fingers....and I dont have to wait long before I feel her tongue shyly lick my outer pussy lips. I groan, willing myself to slow down and enjoy the sensations. I have a chick licking me, kissing me on my womanhood...her teeth scraping. I desperately fight the impending orgasm threatening to break...I dont want to cum all over her face...yet. I want to savor this taboo behaviour for as long as I can. She pauses and I look down...there is a question on her face. "I was wondering, " she whispers, "there is something I have always wanted to try. May I...pleasure you with my fist?"

A tiny light explodes in the back of my head and I numbly nod my head in agreement.

She resumes licking of my dripping wet pussy and I soon lose all conscious thought..my mind swirling around and around, reaching for the stars. She inserts two fingers deep inside me, twisting them around while her tongue flicks rapidly across my clit. I groan..but not too loudly. I am still somewhat aware we are in a public bathroom. She pulls my ever so swollen clit into her mouth and sucks hard on it. I am in such a state of bliss..i dont notice her balling up her pretty little hand and shoving it inside me. I let my head roll to the side as the feeling of being filled crashes through me. She works her fist and i feel it deep inside me, twisting, working my inner pussy muscles. I grab her forearm to shove her deeper inside me as my hips rotate....I have never been worked over by a fist before..I like it. I want her to feel the same pleasure as i am, so I reach down (who knew i could stretch like this? Nothing like acrobatic sex to keep one in shape) and tickle her clit with my fingers. She moans and raises her hips a bit to meet my sensual touch. I pinch her now swollen clit, i rub her pussy lips..as she is working me, I am working her to a state of frenzy. Her free hand is stroking my thigh..and then, I send her over the edge. I shove three fingers inside of her heat and furiously slide them in and out...pounding her, finger fucking her like she has never been finger fucked in her life. Her hips are moving in tandem with my strokes..I feel the walls of her pussy tightening around my fingers and i know her release is at hand. She is whispering over and over again.."touch me, touch me..", moaning in sheer bliss. Then, we both can not take it anymore....and find our sweet release. A warm gush of cum coats my fingers as a bucket of cum coats her fist, still inside my pussy. I watch in amazement as I see my juices..slowly sliding down her wrist, onto her arm. I collape agaisnt the back wall of the stall and she rests her head on my inner thigh. THAT was simply amazing. I could stay with her, just like this, forever. We are breathing heavily, struggling to catch our breath. I have never seen heaven before...and such a clear view!! Crystal clear!! She suddenly goes very very still...and both of our heads turn towards the stall door. She puts her fingers up to her lips in a command for silence. "It's my friends", she whispers, "I bet my boyfriend sent them looking for me." My mind is racing. I just had sex with someone's girlfriend? Oh, this is good. I am going to hell for this one, I am sure. Goddamn. Eh, at least the trip was worth it. We wait in silence for a few minutes as the intruders use the bathroom, wash up and chit chat. We dont need anyone to look under the door of our stall and see three legs (my left one is still propped up...with her fist still inside me). Finally, they leave and we both giggle nervously. Close call, eh??

So yes kiddies. I was fisted by a chick in the bathroom of a gay nightclub..and it was GOOD SHIT!!