Black As My Soul

Shower

[I changed a couple words, and collated it into a single post]

Shower curtain's open.

I still check myself in the mirror to see where the my workouts are helping. Where I'm narrower, broader. Harder.

I step in and turn on the water. Hot water first, then cold. I want it warm, but not too warm. Ouch. Ouch. OK… Mmmm, perfect.

I bend forward to get my hair wet and water starts running down all around.

I turn myself around in the spray. Chest. Bicep. Shoulder Back.

Rivulets are running everywhere. Down my back. Over my ass. Down my thighs. Calves.

I can feel the water everywhere it goes.

Shoulder. Bicep. Chest. All the way around now. I'm wet from head to toe.

Droplets. Rivulets running everywhere.

I push my chest out concentrating the spray there.

Sometimes the jets of water go right to my nipples.

Almost hurts it's so intense.

That tingling, expanding sensation starts.

I lean back slowly.

As I do, the jets travel down my chest. Stomach. Down.

I spread my knees a little and reach down, cupping my hands a bit to catch water.

Hand over hand I stoke from behind my balls to the base of my cock, pressing it up against my stomach and off the tip.

Hands. Jets of water. Rivulets.

Mmm. Shower…

I stand up then reach back to grab the body shampoo.

It's been years since I had shoulder length hair, but I'm still surprised at how short my hair is now. Close cropped.

Lather is running down my back and chest. Rinsing chases the bubbles down. Front. Back. Between.

Lathering my body now.

With the spray on my shoulders and back, I lather my chest. Left side, then right.

Fingers following contours. Brushing nipples. Tingling. Both hands swirling on my abdomen. My navel. Down.

I feel foam sliding all over. Sliding down.

Both hands between my legs. Lathering.

Around my testicles, over them, pressing and pulling.

Around the base of my cock. Sliding lather to the end.

Hand over hand.

My cock wants to get hard.

My cock's getting hard.

Mm.

Rinsing foam away. Twisting left and right.

The water jets on my nipples make me squeeze the muscles that make my cock my erect.

It's hard.

Hard.

Water running.

Mmm.

I'm lathering my back stretching muscles I didn't know I had.

The water is still streaming down my chest. Running off the entire length of my erect cock. My cock won't be ignored. Water is pounding on it insistently.

Trying to wash. Rubbing my lower back. Over my ass with muscles clenched hard because My cock demands it.

Jesus.

I have to.

I grab the head of my cock.

Foam is running down my back. Sliding over my ass. Sliding where I can only feel it.

Stroking slowly.

"Oh. God." I hear myself say.

I'm stroking and pulling.

"Ungh."

"Mm.”

Sweet Jesus.

I have no idea how much time has passed.

I fully have my fist over my cock. Rubbing. Stroking. God.

Water running down.

Jets on nipples.

All I know.

I wonder what if she was home.

Heard how heavily I was breathing.

Heard the sound of me stroking my cock with ferocity in the water.

Wonder what if she threw back the shower curtain suddenly.

Saw me standing with eyes wide.

Saw my cock throbbing with each heart beat.

Saw water running off the length of it.

What if she put her whole hand around my cock and tugged.

YES!

What if she tugged harder. Pulling me to her, cock first.

GODDESS I OBEY!

What if she knelt down and put her lips over the head of my cock, and gently slid them off.

PLEASE!

What if the water was spraying everywhere getting her wet.

What if her tongue swirled sweetly and she sucked gently.

Sucked harder.

Sucked me in.

My cock is the only thing that matters.

I squeeze more tightly, pull harder.

Where am I?

My legs are shaking so much I might fall.

My ass is squeezed so tight it might squeeze into itself. Pushing my cock out farther, impossibly harder.

I don't know how fast I'm rubbing myself. How hard.

Must. More.

I know it when it happens.

Overload?

Heat?

Light?

It starts vivid at the tip. Glowing exponentially.

Radiating.

I only know "it."

My balls are slammed up against the base of my cock. Can't get any closer.

I am my cock.

I can hear the first jet leave my cock. Hear it hit the tiles in front of me.

Second rockets out hitting faucet handles, water spout.

My entire body pushes the cum out of me.

I keep rubbing.

Cum is all over my hand, dripping off.

Running down my balls.

"Fuck!"

The sensation returns brightly to the tip.

I see my hand stroking myself.

More slowly.

I put my free hand against the wall, leaning.

The shower returns like someone turned the volume back up, took pressure off my ears.

The rest of the world appears like I'm coming back from a blackout.

I'm standing in the shower.

My cock is calming down, water and cum dripping from the tip.

My cum is sliding down the walls.

I rinse off, still shaking.

Wishing she was here.

Sometimes It Hits You Like a Freight Train

And you know.

And the knowing, like the freight train, becomes an everything that will not release you. The inertia carries you. Braking is futile.

Don't question it.

I know your fears.

Your desire to control.

I understand them.

You fear death.

But I am Death, Destroyer of Worlds.

I will bring you little deaths, again and again. It is my joy.

My inertia.

That I give to you.

Don't question it.

Baby, I want your flood. I am going to hold you out over the abyss until you give it to me. I want you to give it to me.

Give me your fucking flood.

It means more to me than you know.

And I will hold you there so sweetly.

So sweetly, baby.

My Sweet Angel of Death

How you minister to me
Sing sweetly in my ear
Suckle me with sugar
That hollows me out from the inside

How you steal joy from me
While I taste bliss,
The blood I desire is my own

If I cut my tongue,
Would you kiss me deeply?
The crimson and rouge on your face
The essence of me?

You are merciless.
Would you now have me begging?
Would you put the sharpened knife in my hand?
Would you load the gun?

Would you sweetly say
"Yes, my love?"

No.

Please stop.

The Root of It

I didn't want to take you like this.

But the fact is, I have always wanted you like this.

I have always wanted you to want me like this.

I am ashamed at the intensity of my craving, how intensely I feel it. Surely you feel it, too?

Entering you, feeling your tightness and heat surround me, I am oblivion.

Your cries and screams might deter me, if I were here.

Can you feel it? Don't you?

Whore. Slut. Who am I condemning?

But I must fuck you. I must fill you with me.

Your sqeals fuel me, make me feel impossibly bigger.

I love that my little girl is all wet for me.

For a moment I treasure your tight little body.

Then, I can only know the tightness of your cunt as you squeeze me.

I know that all reason has left me.

And I know only that I must come inside you.

And I come until I empty myself into my good little girl.

And I cling to her.

Sol Kiss

Burning sacred fire
Embers permanently lit
Cinnamon and sandalwood dazzle
Breathing your incense

Tasting your lips
Which requires more
Which creates more
Which needs more

Mother goddess
Fertility fetish
My Nut, My Hera
Sipping vitae from your wealth

Flower of Creation
Perfumed chalice to my lips
Tongue tracing petals
Flicker fire in your water

Axis Mundi in the Mound of Creation
Lingam and Yoni completing conjugally
Joining etherially
Cosmos dreamily

Lick My Nipples

Then squeeze them.

The sensation makes me squeeze the muscles at the base of my cock, which is already rigid for want of you.

Seeing it bob before you, you put a hand around it firmly. I inhale sharply. You move your hand up and down slightly and maintain that firm hold while kissing me deeply.

I love the taste of your kisses. I could kiss you for hours.

But your hand on my cock feels so good. And you're pressing your other hand on my chest—forcing me on my back.

Sometimes you stroke lightly. Sometimes you squeeze hard and yank. Sometimes you stroke me very quickly.

You bend down as though to take me in your mouth, but stop short. instead you hold your head close, mouth open, looking into my eyes.

You're in control.

You bend closer still. Stroking me. My hips are moving in response to you.

Then you stop moving. Teasing me.

Move my hips because I want my cock in your mouth, but you move farther away.

You tease me, movng your mouth close, but never quite.

You touch the very tip of your tongue to my cock, for a moment. Then you lick more languidly once, then again.

I moan when you swirl your amazing tongue around the head of my cock, then take me into your mouth.

Nobody does that like you do. I am awash in sensation. Heat. Tongue. Hands. Saliva.

You make my heart pound. You make me gasp for air.

When I think I'm going to come, you slow—then stop.

And keep a hand around the base of my cock, you shift to straddle me.

You lift your self up, then position me at the entrance of your pussy and slowly guide me in.

It's delicious to feel your heat and tightness. It's delicious to see your face as I enter you that first time.

It feels so good inside you! So good as you rock up and down on my cock. So good as you grind at the base of me, leaving me wet all the way down.

When you lean forward to kiss me, I put my hands on your hips and thrust furiously into you. It feels so good inside you!

When you sit back up to control the thrusting, my hands find your nipples and circle and stroke.

I want you to feel as good as I do. I want you to lose yourself on my cock like I am losing myself in you.

I am rising to meet you. You are falling on to me.

And I know nothing but the sensation of my cock inside you.

As the tightness explodes into white heat, I feel the spasms of sweet release. It feels like my come is jetting into you. I am coming inside you. Coming.

And when I come back to my senses, I see you looking into my eyes.

With half-lidded pleasure, I'm happy to look right back.

It's my turn now to insist.

As you roll off of me, I scooch down on the bed—still on my back.

I motion for you to straddle me again, but this time I do the guiding.

I'm going to suck on your clit.

My hands pull your hips down and I close my mouth over your pussy.

I let my tongue to the walking. And the swirling and darting. And flicking and touching and rubbing.

My hands slide up the side of your body then move to your breasts.

Again I find your nipples but this time I squeeze them.

While my tongue dances on your clit I roll your nipples.

I am encouraged by every sound you make. Every whimper and moan. Every sigh and gasp.

I love that you grind into me. It makes my tongue that much more determined. I roll and pull your nipples.

Yes, you tell me. I flick my tongue over your clit. Yes, you say again. And I tongue your clit again.

And your sounds are no longer words as you squeeze my head with your thighs.

When you come in a gasp you put all of your weight on me, grinding into my mouth. I can feel your pussy spasm on me. Your wetness flows over me. And I feel the tremors rock you.

Mmm!

Making you come is one of the best things in the world.

Your legs are rubbery so I help you off of me.

And I lay close to you.

I've Never Tried It Before

But I can imagine it.

Preparing your feet with baby oil. Massaging them. Getting the oil everywhere. Rubbing it between your toes. The way it makes your skin glisten.

I can see the way you would have to open your legs to press your feet together for me.

Yes.

I can see the way your toes curl. I can feel them over the head of my cock.

Do you feel how hard I am between your feet?

Do you see the head of my cock popping out at you with each thrust of my hips?

I'm fucking you.

And it feels really good.

The oil is all over me. My cock and balls glisten. The oil is starting down my legs.

I've always thought your feet were sexy and now I can fuck them.

Do you hear how I breathe? How I groan? How hard that cock is for you?

I'm gonna fucking come.

I press your feet around my cock with my oily hands. I madly pump away at the hot slippery mess.

Yes!

The head of my cock feels emormous. I'm starting to lose control as it starts. The orgasm radiates out from my groin like it was the center of my being.

I shoot come between your feet. I get it on your toes and my fingers.

I keep sliding your feet up and down the length of my cock.

Then I take a foot in each hand and, in turn, bring it to my lips and kiss.

Mmmm!

Touch Yourself 12

As the spasms slow and begin to subside, I begin to stroke your hair gently.

Yes, baby, I whisper in your ear. Yes.

And the strokes become longer, down your back.

Gently. Lovingly.

When you can breathe again, I put my finger under your chin to turn your head.

Looking into your eyes, I say come here.

You struggle to turn yourself over in my lap.

I take you in my arms and hold you close.

MMMmm.

I inhale your perfume.

That's my good girl.

Touch Yourself 11

Come, I whisper.

Then I hit you harder than I have all night.

Almost immediately your body is wracked in spasms.

And I keep the blows coming.

And you yell.

And gasp for air.

And are silent as your body is wracked by wave after wave.

Touch Yourself 10

Don't stop touching yourself, baby.

I hear you cry out in pleasure and protest.

It goes straight to my groin.

Yes, baby.

I raise my arm.

Keep touching yourself, for me.

Your protestation becomes more desperate.

I smile.

Touch Yourself 09

Again I stop.

I lean close.

You can hear my excitement by the way I'm breathing.

Speaking lowly I tell you that when I spank you again, you can come.

I drag my fingernails over the redness, digging in.

I take my hand away.

And wait.