"Sinner transgressed by writing evil." Category Archive
April 22, 2007
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.
[+] Posted by Sinner at 4:20 PM :: Submit. [+]
August 30, 2005
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.
[+] Posted by Sinner at 8:54 PM :: 2 Submissives [+]
April 24, 2005
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.
[+] Posted by Sinner at 11:54 PM :: 1 Submissive [+]
November 28, 2004
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.
[+] Posted by Sinner at 11:29 PM :: 3 Submissives [+]
October 4, 2004
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.
[+] Posted by Sinner at 11:04 PM :: 6 Submissives [+]
September 3, 2004
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!
[+] Posted by Sinner at 6:23 PM :: 5 Submissives [+]
August 15, 2004
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.
[+] Posted by Sinner at 2:51 AM :: 7 Submissives [+]
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.
[+] Posted by Sinner at 2:45 AM :: Submit. [+]
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.
[+] Posted by Sinner at 2:39 AM :: 1 Submissive [+]
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.
[+] Posted by Sinner at 2:32 AM :: Submit. [+]
Touch Yourself 08
I answer each sound you make by spanking another part of you.
Around your curves, down the backs of your thighs.
I desire you entirely.
I stop for a moment.
Do you want to come?
When you answer I spank again.
Do you want to come?
I hear the anticipation and the anguish in your voice.
Does my little slut want to come for me?
[+] Posted by Sinner at 2:24 AM :: 2 Submissives [+]
Touch Yourself 07
Yes, baby.
I feel your body shiver and shake while I spank you.
Your body gives off amazing heat under my hand.
Fuels me.
I want you to come, but... mmmm.... I'm not done.
[+] Posted by Sinner at 2:12 AM :: Submit. [+]
Touch Yourself 06
I lean close to your ear.
I whisper that I'm going to keep spanking you.
I revel in the way your body moves as the ripples travel up your body, dance down your thighs.
Don't stop touching yourself, I say.
But don't come.
[+] Posted by Sinner at 2:04 AM :: 2 Submissives [+]
Touch Yourself 05
Do you feel my hard cock beneath you? It wants you.
I resist the urge to grind against you—for now.
Let me hear you answer:
Are you my little slut?
And I send another stinging swat.
Are you my little slut?
Again, the swat.
So delicious.
The sound of your breathing.
The way you quiver when I gently touch the hot, red evidence I've marked you with.
[+] Posted by Sinner at 1:58 AM :: Submit. [+]
Touch Yourself 04
For me.
Your hair is leverage as I send the first swat stinging to that sweet curved ass.
I follow quickly with a second, third and fourth strike in rapid succession to the same place.
Yes, I say. Yes.
I love the sounds you make.
[+] Posted by Sinner at 1:45 AM :: Submit. [+]
Touch Yourself 03
I draw my other hand away.
Only my fist holds your hair tightly.
You are sweetly exposed to me. You are mine.
I want to see you wet, my love.
I want to hear you come.
I pull sharply back on your hair.
I said touch yourself.
[+] Posted by Sinner at 1:32 AM :: Submit. [+]
Touch Yourself 02
Gently I pull the hair away from your face with both of my hands, pulling it behind your head. I gather it in one fist, holding it tightly. I turn your head away from me you can only hear me.
Touch yourself.
For me.
[+] Posted by Sinner at 1:25 AM :: Submit. [+]
Touch Yourself 01
For me.
I love it when you lay over my lap in that sexy way.
That wiggle that grinds yourself against me just right and demands my attention.
I have to touch you, my palms flat against your skin—every possible nerve ending in contact with you.
I tease.
I run my fingers gently between your legs and cheeks. But I only approach the places where you might most want to feel me touching.
[+] Posted by Sinner at 1:19 AM :: Submit. [+]
April 28, 2004
By Request 6
Such delicious torture to watch you reveal yourself to me slowly, sliding your blouse from your shoulders then letting it slip to the floor. You turn away from me then bend down to pick it up. I'm beginning to feel uncomfortably warm.
After walking your blouse to the closet, you walk toward me slowly. Gracefully. My eyes follow the curve of your hips, watching them sway through half-lidded eyes.
As you take your last few steps, you've already begun to undo your skirt. You slide your skirt off much more slowly.
You're wearing a garter belt tonight. I knew there was a reason you had a certain look in your eyes all night... but I realized as your skirt slid farther down that I could see no evidence of other undergarments. If only I had known, I might have tried even hard to get under your skirt some how. Surreptitiously sliding my hand along your stockinged leg at every opportune moment. Just for a brush. A tease. A pleasuring.
Your punishment for having neglected to mention that salient fact will not be slight.
And then that beautiful pussy of yours is revealed as you wiggle your hips in an exaggerated effort to be free of your skirt.
You bend forward at the waist as you continue to slide your skirt along the curves of your legs. I see you lift your head to look at me precisely when your cleavage is most prominent. Wicked girl. I also notice it is an effort to breathe slowly. To compensate I am forced to breathe deeply. How you affect me!
Having stepped out of your skirt, finally, one deliberate step at a time, you start to stand up and toss your hair out of the way again to show me your cleavage—still in black lace.
At a certain point, my eyes stop their upward journey and I am riveted. As you slowly turn to walk back to the closet, my eyes travel up again to catch you looking into my eyes for just a moment. Oh, I'm watching. Be certain.
I am treated to your languid walk to and from the closet. You toss your hair this way and that as you take out your earrings. You turn around quickly and seat yourself on my lap.
"Will you set these on the night stand?" You ask. "I can't reach..."
"Of course," I say. Squinting slightly. I look away from your eyes just long enough to grab the earrings and know that I will be setting them in a safe place.
As soon as you see me set them down, you ask, "Would you help me with my bra?"
"Yes," I answer simply. I didn't say when, I realize. My eyes drift down a bit to take you in, watch you breathe. Entertain my options.
With mock seriousness, I agree. "Let's get this horrid thing off of you. A beautiful woman shouldn't need to cover herself like that."
My fingertips are already drifting up your spine to reach the clasp.
"Lean forward, my love," I direct.
With my other hand I brush your neck lightly before gently moving your hair aside. I undo the fastener, then slide my hands along your shoulders to push the bra straps off. Then I lift the straps and hold them forward so that you can slide your arms out. I place the bra on the night stand by the earrings.
I find myself caressing the curves of each of your breasts, lightly tracing over them. Slowly my fingers find their way to your areolas and start gently circling around each nipple. I apply a little more pressure as they change and harden under my touch.
The circling gives way to gentle squeezing. Gentle rolling.
"You know," I say in a casual tone of voice, "I think it's terrible. You didn't mention once that you weren't wearing panties. You know how I love that."
"It didn't... come up..." you say, breathily.
"Hmm. I see."
I begin to squeeze your nipples more firmly now. I'm sure you must feel the firmness in my pants.
I roll your nipples between my fingers, applying even more pressure and pulling now. You inhale sharply and arch your back toward me.
I take advantage of the opportunity to speak with a soft and deep voice right by your ear.
"You must be punished."
[+] Posted by Sinner at 1:49 AM :: 4 Submissives [+]
April 24, 2004
By Request 5
My finger continues slowly and lightly tracing around the base of your neck to the front.
Then down, again, lightly tracing over your chest. Over your blouse. And still down.
I take my hand away slowly, and stand straight.
Quietly I step back, then walk to the chair and sit down again.
I cross my legs again and meet your gaze.
You toss your hair again and shift your weight to one leg, emphasizing your curves, then begin to unbutton your blouse.
[+] Posted by Sinner at 1:28 AM :: 1 Submissive [+]
By Request 4
I stood quickly, but smoothly. And began moving over the carpet toward you. My eyes travel up to meet yours, then back down.
I walk around you, appraising. And pause behind you, stepping close.
I feel your heat. I smell the perfume rising off of you.
You turn your head a little—to see me out of your peripheral vision.
Tucking your hair behind your ear, I lean closer.
I whisper, "Do you know what we do to bad girls?" — and trace lightly with my finger from your ear down your neck.
[+] Posted by Sinner at 12:48 AM :: 1 Submissive [+]
April 21, 2004
By Request 3
"What do you think I'm going to tell you to do next?"
"What do I get if I guess right?"
"I think I'd be more worried about what don't I get if I didn't"
"If I guess wrong does that make me bad?"
"You were bad before you walked in here."
"I thought you liked that."
"I do." I said, smiling. "But you're evading the question."
[+] Posted by Sinner at 2:33 AM :: Submit. [+]
April 20, 2004
By Request 2
Even in the dim light it was a joy to watch you move.
The way you placed your legs.
The way your hips swayed.
The way you tossed your hair over your shoulder when you turned to face me, wondering what was going to come out of my mouth next.
Partially because I didn't want you to know what would come next, but mostly because I think it's hot, I said "The shoes stay on."
You gave me one of those looks—the defiant one that says "Oh? Really?"
[+] Posted by Sinner at 6:21 PM :: Submit. [+]
By Request
I hear you walking slowly down the hallway. I can picture the sway of your hips that matches that step.
When you open the door to the darkened room, you turn to reach for the light switch.
"Leave the light off."
"Why?" You ask.
"Shh. Close the door."
"What?"
"I said, 'Leave the light off' and 'Close the door.' Now."
Your eyes finally locate me across the room. I'm seated with my arms crossed in my lap. My legs are crossed casually at the knee.
"Walk toward the bed," I direct.
[+] Posted by Sinner at 1:28 AM :: 1 Submissive [+]
April 19, 2004
Four
Illicit
Whispers
Breathed
Close
[+] Posted by Sinner at 9:54 PM :: 1 Submissive [+]
March 11, 2004
Dancing, Spiraling
I choose a slightly different course.
A slow spiral away from the flames, where the heat has faded and the light is more tenuous. The air is noticably cool and damp. The quiet sounds in the woods become more dramatic. The drone of insects nearly deafening.
Away from the clearing a the brilliant moonlight makes it impossible to feel invisible.
But I know this far away from the fire I move in relative shadow.
And I know I don't have much time.
[+] Posted by Sinner at 12:46 AM :: Submit. [+]
The Dance
I don't know if it's the heat of the fire, or if my vision is swimming.
The air is thick with fragrance. Rich with the scent of evergreen, dewey grass, earth and leaves.
Have I matched your pace? Have you matched mine around the fire?
[+] Posted by Sinner at 12:37 AM :: Submit. [+]
March 10, 2004
The Dance Begins
My eyes meet yours across the fire, through the flame and the heat. Locked, for that eternal moment which could never be long enough.
I betray nothing but the stifled beginnings of a grin.
Then I do my best to appear completely disinterested. All the while straining my senses. Keenly aware of you.
I fool no one. You match me glance for glance.
No matter where I am, you're there across the fire. Directly opposite.
This won't do.
[+] Posted by Sinner at 9:36 PM :: Submit. [+]
February 24, 2004
I Love Thinking of You Like That
What will it take?
Rubbing your nipples gently?
Rolling your nipples between my fingers?
Clothes pins on your nipples while you're powerless to prevent me?
A bite on your neck?
Whispering your name in your ear?
Whispering "Slut!" in your ear?
A tongue tracing over your skin? You know where it's headed...
A tongue gently flicking at your clit?
A tongue firmly massaging you just the way you like it?
Sucking your clit into my mouth?
Do you want more?
Do you want my fingers in your pussy?
Should I fuck you with my fingers while I lick you?
Do you want my fingers to find the spot you like? Right there?
Do you want my cock, just a little at a time?
Should I slowly fuck you while you hold a toy to your clit?
Should I roll you over and bang you hard?
Do you want to come when I'm banging you?
Do you need to feel dirty?
A you a filthy slut begging for cock?
Are you a little whore for cum?
How bad do you want it?
Tell me how you want it.
Tell me how it feels to ride my cock.
Tell me that you want to come.
Ask me if you can come.
Ask me if you can come.
Don't come yet.
Do you want to come, baby?
Yes, baby!
Come.
Yes!
Mmm, that's my girl.
That's my girl!
Mmm! What a *good* girl!
[+] Posted by Sinner at 12:31 AM :: 3 Submissives [+]
February 23, 2004
Just a Few Sharp Nibbles
Followed with a firmly carressing tongue.
It's more intense when you're jumpy.
And it makes me grin.
[+] Posted by Sinner at 8:38 AM :: 6 Submissives [+]
February 22, 2004
So Warm and Soft
I take your nipple between my teeth
[+] Posted by Sinner at 4:06 PM :: 1 Submissive [+]
February 4, 2004
I Wonder
I'll probably not come out and say it.
But I wonder.
I wonder every time.
Every time something stikes so close to home.
Strikes a chord.
I sit and blink.
And swallow the impulse.
Uncharted territory that feels like home.
It couldn't be...
Wouldn't it be?
What if we...?
No, no. Mustn't.
Here's the out:
I would fuck it up.
(Lays waste to any dream)
So not going to go there.
Every time something stikes so close to home.
Strikes a chord.
I sit and blink.
And swallow the impulse.
[+] Posted by Sinner at 2:40 AM :: Submit. [+]
January 20, 2004
Bound, Part I
For me.
No need to show restraint.
I've done all the restraining you need.
Feel the leather.
I draw the crop across your ivory skin.
Pale and tender.
I caress you gently.
And make you sting.
Leaving pink footprints on your softness.
Shhh.
Sting.
Shhh.
Seeing you look at me wide-eyed.
Hearing the sounds you make through the gag.
Shhh, baby. I whisper.
Running my fingers through your hair.
Don't struggle.
The crop stings you three times in short succession.
Yes!
Your body contorts for me.
I run the crop along the back of your leg.
So beautiful how it is suspended for me.
I love to see the goose-flesh as it forms.
Striking your backside because it pleases me.
Slowly caressing the mark I've left on you.
Stinging the same place again.
And again.
How could you want to resist my gentle caresses?
I see how you tense yourself for blows that never come.
I wait patiently for you. To relax.
I draw gentle circles on your nipples.
Lavinshing attention first on one.
Then the other.
Not striking.
Slowly moving between your breasts.
Down your chest.
Over your stomach.
Over your navel.
Between your legs.
You can't close your legs.
But how you try.
Still the leather strokes you.
You're not resisting me now.
You try to press yourself against the leather.
No.
The leather moves to the top of your mound and strikes.
[+] Posted by Sinner at 12:29 PM :: 1 Submissive [+]
January 7, 2004
Red and Gold
Rose and Canary
Jaquard weave
Boned corset
For the love of God
Pushed up
Breathing/heaving
Eastern perfume
Black stockings
Hug
Delicious curves
Legs
Down to
Fuck-me pumps
How did you know?
You slay me
Intoxicate
I obey
Please don't hurt me
And
Hurt
Me
Well
As long as you promise
Give it all
I want it more
To me
Fury
All
To sate me
Drunk
From your cup
Bliss and you bloom
Swayed
I follow
A curved line
[+] Posted by Sinner at 2:28 AM :: 4 Submissives [+]
December 19, 2003
Regal
Look at you sitting there, like you own the place.
I'm undressing you with my eyes.
I love skin.
The best thing about when you're all covered up is the unveiling.
Hot.
And smooth.
And so edible.
Yes.
Let me get those off of you.
I insist.
No, no. Sit back down.
Let me slide those off of you.
I love to watch the waist band as it slides over your thighs.
Past one knee,
Then the other.
Sliding down silky calves.
Heavenly.
And now those legs are free.
Until I grab your right leg.
Slowly.
Bring the arch of your foot toward my face.
So I can bite.
Just a little.
Watch you.
Your leg jerks a little.
But not free.
I slide my cheek along your shin.
Then twist myself a little under your calf for another bite.
A little harder.
A little longer.
I wait until you stop moving.
Then I proceed to your knee.
I kiss the inside of your leg.
I lift your leg so I can lick behind your knee.
Then I bite where I kissed.
Just so.
My eyes on yours.
The fingers of my right hand advance down your thigh.
My left hand travels down the outside, then stops.
I hold your leg firmly and alternately kiss and nibble
Along your inner thigh.
Getting warmer.
Inching closer.
Kiss.
Nip.
Kiss.
I open my mouth wide against your thigh.
Almost there.
I slide my teeth along your skin, nearly closing my jaws.
Then I reverse, opening my mouth as my teeth slide along your skin.
Opening wide, then sucking, then sinking in my teeth a little.
I slide you forward on your chair.
Might as well be an altar as I kneel before you.
Thank you goddess for this gift I am about to receive.
Spread your legs.
Yes, put them over my shoulders.
Goddess, yes.
I find you with my tongue.
Slowly licking.
Tongue tip now sliding between.
Encountering your nectar.
Deeper in.
The tip of my tongue moving.
Moving up and back in short movements.
Up and back. Up.
And I find your clit.
Tracing over lightly.
Flicking lightly.
Then the flat of my tongue against you.
Up and back.
Slowly with more pressure.
Up and back.
You approve, I hear you.
As I work my tongue I open my eyes,
Flick them up along the length of your torso,
Tonguing you,
My eyes meet yours
Briefly.
You lose focus and your head drifts back, eyes closing.
I close my lips around you and suck,
Pulling you into my mouth.
Where I can flick my tongue.
And release.
Circling and over.
Pressing.
Flicking.
A finger slides into your pussy.
You approve, I hear you.
With my finger I slide in and out.
Slide around your opening and back inside.
Tonging you.
Finger slides out.
Two fingers slide in.
Sucking you into my mouth, flicking my tongue.
Fingers rotate, sliding in and out while pressing up.
Tongue pressing and flicking.
Your breathing is more ragged, I hear you.
Fingers curl a little.
Find the spot.
You approve, I feel you.
Making love to your clit, keeping my tongue moving in different ways.
Massaging you on the inside.
You keep approving.
I hear and obey.
You feel my tongue.
Your body approves, I feel you.
You tell me:
Right there.
I stay moving the way you told me.
Tongue.
Fingers pressing and stroking.
Your breathing changes.
Tongue.
Fingers pressing and stroking.
MMMMmmmm, yes.
Your breathing ragged.
Tongue.
Fingers pressing and stroking.
You approve, I hear you, I feel you.
I hear you.
I feel you.
Fingers stroking are squeezed.
Tongue flicking feels movement.
Come, lover.
I hear you.
I feel you.
Fingers stroking are squeezed.
Tongue pressing firm against clit moving.
Yes, baby, yes.
Keep coming for me.
Yes.
I wait until you stop moving.
I stop moving.
Gently withdrawing.
I look up at you,
From between your legs.
Licking my lips.
[+] Posted by Sinner at 3:22 AM :: 5 Submissives [+]
December 16, 2003
Tell Me
Does it hurt when I pinch your nipples?
Does it feel better when I gently rub your breasts like this?
When I circle your nipples delicately? When I roll them between my fingers?
Does it hurt when I pinch your nipples?
Does it feel good?
Beautiful breasts. Soft and supple. Nipples reddened and erect.
Isn't it electric when I pinch?
Yes.
Pretty wrists tied to the headboard. Slender arms above your head. You can't stop me.
I love to see you squirm as I trace my fingertips along your arms. Hear you gasp.
Mine. For me.
Kneading your breasts again.
Suckling.
Then teeth.
The helpless sounds you make.
Doesn't it feel good?
Answer me.
Fingertips tracing along your stomach.
Rising and falling with each breath.
Yes.
I reach the mound above your pussy and circle with a palm, first gently then pressing more firmly. Pulling and pushing. Pulling and pushing.
Your legs relax. I see your hips begin to rock.
Abruptly I slap that mound with my hand.
Slut!
And you become rigid with fear. Trembling.
Open your legs.
My hand slides down, trying to get between your legs.
At first you do nothing. Just looking at me with wide eyes.
I slap your pussy again.
Open your legs.
Trembling still. Not moving.
I set my jaw and look into your eyes.
With a hand firmly grabbing each leg, I force them apart exposing your pussy.
I feel heat radiating from you.
I raise a hand as if to slap your pussy again, but I do not.
Such a sweet pussy.
I slowly bring my hand to you. Slowly stroke the folds of you. Gently exploring the heat of you.
I spread the wetness of you.
I slide slippery fingers on each side of your clit. Slowly back and forth.
You're breathing harder. Your hips start slowly rocking again with the rhythm of my strokes.
A soft moan escapes your lips.
I stop moving.
Such a slutty little pussy you have.
I begin to stroke very slowly.
Such a fucking slutty wet pussy you have.
I circle your clit then slide two fingers into you.
I slide them back out and rub your clit more firmly and slide them back in.
I think you want to get fucked.
I think your hot little pussy is saying "Fuck me."
I slide my fingers out of you and start gently squeezing your clit. Rhythmically.
Is that what you want?
Your breathing has become heavy again. I start gently rubbing you.
You nod quickly and spread your legs in response, exposing yourself fully to me.
Tell me.
You moan softly again and look me in the eyes.
I stop, removing my hand from you all together and raising it slowly.
Tell me what you want.
"I want..." You whisper.
Louder.
"Iwantyoutofuckme." You say quickly. Your voice unsteady.
I cock my head to one side, looking into your eyes.
Tell me. Again.
You avert your eyes.
Now.
"I want you to fuck me."
You look at me with your eyes wide like you didn't know you would say it like that.
Yes. I say slowly.
Yes, I will fuck you.
I climb between your legs and put my hands under your knees and lift up. Then I push your legs back toward you farther until your hips and ass rise up to meet my cock.
I adjust my hips to penetrate you.
Yes, I will fuck you.
And I slide my cock all the way into you.
And I growl with pleasure as I slide into you again and again.
My hips bang against you. Needing to get into you.
I see your breasts move with each thrust as I fuck.
I see your wrists straining against the restraints.
I see the determination in your face as I feel your pussy squeeze my cock.
My eyes become heavy lidded and the sounds I make come from deeper in my throat.
It's so good with my cock inside you.
So good, baby.
I feel you squeeze me again as I thrust.
Growling. Growling.
I feel you squeeze me again which sends me.
Sends me to that place where I am only my cock.
Where there is nothing but your amazing pussy. Squeezing.
I am cum. I must come. I thrust my come into you. The involuntary squeezing inside me driving me mindlessly. Everything.
Bliss...
I am gasping.
Breathing. Air.
The world returns. My cock still deep within you.
I contract and stiffen my cock. And once more.
I feel you squeeze me in answer.
I fall against you. Feeling your softness and warmth.
I'm trembling now.
Did I ever tell you?
[+] Posted by Sinner at 1:29 AM :: 8 Submissives [+]
December 7, 2003
And All Through the House
Don't make a sound
Holding your wrists behind your back
Grabbing your hair and pulling your head back
Biting
Fingering
Not a peep
Fucking
Shhh
Not yet
Quivering
Not yet
Play with your nipples
Not yet
Rub yourself, baby
Not yet
That's my girl
Come for me
Now
Yes
Yes
Yesss...
[+] Posted by Sinner at 7:47 PM :: 1 Submissive [+]
November 4, 2003
The Look in Your Eyes 14
I undid your jeans and slid them over your hips and down your legs.
You had to break contact with her for a moment to balance against me while you lifted your leg out. I made sure the sock came with. Soon both of your shapely legs were bare.
Meanwhile, my pixie assistant decided to help and was very busy getting your shirt off.
Perfect! That meant I could continue with your lower half... I love sliding your panties off to reveal you. Makes my cock harder. Sliding the waistband over your hips and... OH! There you are! How I worship you.
Or rather I will.
[+] Posted by Sinner at 3:25 PM :: Submit. [+]
November 3, 2003
The Look In Your Eyes 13
What happened next was almost in slow motion.
No sooner had she noticed you—after she made me come in her mouth—you stepped into the room and moved toward her.
She stood up quickly to face you, covering her chest in modesty.
It was hard to read your face, but I would swear I saw curiosity and desire.
You reached for her before she could step away. Your hand went around her back then slid up her skin to her neck as you pulled her to you. She was more than a little afraid but it happened quickly. She stiffened a little in fear.
You pulled her face to yours. You licked as if to taste. Her? Me? You savored what you found with your tongue, taking it back into your mouth and closing your eyes briefly. Then you kissed her. Slowly. Gently. Deeply.
She resisted at first, but then she began to trust you. Slowly she melted into you and you began to control her. She allowed herself to be pressed to you with your hand on the back of her head. Her hands dropped away from her body and slowly found yours.
I stood up from the bed and walked around you. I put my hands on your hips and slowly moved them up your sides and back down. Then I moved my hands up again, reaching around the front of you and finding your breasts while grinding myself into your sweet ass. Kneading your breasts I leaned close to you and pressed my face into your hair, inhaling you. Moving close to your ear I whispered "Yesss."
And my hands began to undress you.
[+] Posted by Sinner at 11:32 AM :: Submit. [+]
October 21, 2003
Darling
Are you squirming in your chair, lover?
Like you make me squirm?
Do I make you wet like you make me hard?
'Cause you know I want to make that pussy mine.
I want to touch you hard and soft. Back and forth. Around.
Spread you open.
Spread your wetness.
Fuck you with my fingers.
While I look in your eyes.
While I kiss you hard.
While I suck your nipples.
I want to put my mouth over you and rule you with my tongue.
Do you want that?
I want to suck you in so hard your labia move.
Then lay the flat of my tongue against you.
Rub long, slow, wet rubs.
Then flick my tongue.
Teasing at first.
Then not teasing.
Shoving fingers inside you.
You're so fucking wet.
Sucking and swirling and flicking.
And I'll take a nipple, too.
Rolling it firmly.
Fucking you with my fingers.
I want you to come hard, baby.
I'm not done with you.
You are so mine.
Come, baby.
Pressing my fingers up.
Rubbing right.
Come, baby.
Come.
Come.
Come.
Mmmm.
That's my beautiful girl.
[+] Posted by Sinner at 11:33 PM :: 1 Submissive [+]
October 10, 2003
Masturbating at Work
I was fairly overcome with erotic urges this afternoon. It's amazing to me how real words on a screen can be. I was filled with visions of being seduced, slowly, in my office. For the way I felt and the way my body was reacting it might just as well have happened.
Underneath my desk, I began massaging my cock through the denim of my jeans. That was actually a first. I've never done that before. Not at work. I continuned to do it as I was alone in my office. It felt good and it felt very, very naughty.
When I realized I felt pre-come on my leg—I figured I better ease up a bit. The last thing I wanted was a dark stain in my pants. Right there.
However, I was compelled to complete the act. You understand? I had to.
Suddenly I am walking to the least-visited men's room on campus. I blithely passed through a secure doorway for which I had no key. Would have once upon a time... Of course that could be dealt with later. I was on a mission.
Thank God, the room was empty and clean and there was nothing... distasteful to shut out.
So as soon as I had closed and locked the door to the stall I had chosen (the one all the way against the far wall), my hand went into my fly and I pulled cock out.
I was single-mindedly determined to just get off.
There was nothing smooth or suave or sensual about it. I primarily massaged the head of my cock with much vigor. Soon, because I was otherwise afraid of losing my balance, I bent my knees and leaned back a bit.
So there I was in the stall, with an open fly and an erect cock—and one hand masturbating the hell out of it. I'm a lefty by the way. Actually works well for surfing porn.
I seriously like to get my hips into action when I stroke myself off. It feels better to move. I come harder.
So let's see, furious fist action, grinding hips, and oh yes— you were taking me there.
In my minds eye your soft, warm lips and hot wet tongue were teasing the end of my cock while one of your hands slid up and down the slick length of my shaft. Your other hand massaging and rubbing and tugging on my balls. Jesus you're good.
The wierd thing was (if you take away the fact that I'm musturbating in a public restroom, and that masturbating at work is sketchy anyways) the way I came. The sensation I'm used to is fairly explosive. Utterly mindblowing for a few short seconds, then quickly dissipating.
What happened instead is that when I thought I was coming, I shot twice. Two little spurts. Then the ejaculation stopped but the sensation kept growing. About 20 seconds later I realized I was having the real orgasm. I felt the beginnings of the sensation that tells you that you're about come all over the place.
But I couldn't tell you how many jets shot out of me or where they went. I don't know if my eyes were open or closed. I don't remember hearing anything. All I know for sure is that I kept stroking my cock because it felt so fucking good. All I wanted was to stroke my cock because it felt so fucking good.
I'm used to the fireworks kind of orgasm. I'm used to shooting four, five, maybe six or so times and game over...
But this was like a powerful wave travelling the ocean shore. You hear it coming and it gets really loud by you and then the noise slowly fades into the background. That's how it was. It started low and slow but turned into my entire body quivering and my toes curled up in my shoes like I'm trying to cling to the earth for dear life. At some point thought returned because I realized the wave had peaked. Even though orgasm ending is always a bit of a let-down, I do cherish that wonderfully pleasant wash of good that is put on everything that happens for a while afterword.
God bless privacy.
Thank God no one else came into the bathroom. It was just me and you.
Although I cleaned up aftermyself pretty well, I left one drop of cum on the floor...
[+] Posted by Sinner at 12:31 AM :: 3 Submissives [+]
October 7, 2003
Tongue-Lashing
I can't believe you wouldn't want my tongue there. Gently at first, then applying more pressure with the warm, wet flat of it.
Because I love to be there. The smooth skin of your warm thighs against my face. Mmm. Or maybe spread wide in eager anticipation.
I love the licking and sucking and flicking. Very much.
I love when you move your hips to press yourself into my face. I love when you grab my head to hold it there.
I love surprising you with different sensations. Adding fingers. Playing at your entrance. Curling my fingers up to find that place.
I love it when you say "Yessss."
I love to tease you. Almost. Almost. Almost. And slow a little...
I love the way your breathing changes right before you come.
I love it when you come hard and your limbs don't know what to do.
Call my name, baby.
Because, in those moments, you are mine.
[+] Posted by Sinner at 10:09 AM :: Submit. [+]
September 24, 2003
Wrists
If I hold a handful of your hair and gently caress your bare skin with my belt, will you do for me?
Will you struggle so that I can restrain you to prove you are mine?
You are mine.
See how easy it is to hold your wrists together with one hand?
Does it hurt to be posessed?
How gently I stroke your chest with my fingertips.
Tease your nipples.
Roll them.
Squeeze them hard.
Pinch them harder.
Yell for me!
That's it.
Mmm. Good girl.
Your chest is a little redder now, nipples very hard.
Breathing rapid.
Gently my fingers trace up your neck.
Do your wrists hurt my love?
Sex is dangerous.
Through my fingers I feel your pulse, insistent and strong.
I hear your breath.
I squeeze my hand to take what is mine.
Do you feel me?
Hard to answer my love?
Such a delicate little throat.
If I squeeze more will you believe me?
You are mine.
You
Are
Mine.
I feel so ready to fuck.
Can you feel it?
Roll yourself over onto your knees now.
Put your face in the pillows.
Don't you move.
I caress your ass with the leather of my belt.
Don't you move.
I double the belt over.
I deliver one cracking blow to one cheek
It was worth it to hear you moan.
I caress the other cheek with the leather, then withdraw it.
Not yet.
I see you quiver waiting for the next blow to fall.
Now.
A satisfying crack.
A surprised yell.
Matching red spots feel so warm to the touch.
Don't you move.
I unzip my pants and lower my waistband, freeing my cock.
I move behind you.
I grab your hands and move them to your back, crossing your wrists.
I slip my belt under your wrists and then slip the end of the belt through the buckle.
I yank it snug and buckle it tight.
One hand finds your pussy, fingers seeking deeper.
Spreading you and plunging in.
And I take my hand away completely.
Then slap your pussy just once.
You moan like you like it.
My fingers are still wet from the slickness of you.
And my erection couldn't get any harder from the thought of owning you.
I grab your ass with both hands, squeezing hard.
The pressure opens you to me.
And I take you.
Hard.
My hands are on your hips now, forcing you back as I slam into you with my hips.
Over.
And Over.
And Over.
I slam into you.
The walls of your pussy tight against my cock.
I lean over you and cup your breasts in my hands while I fuck you.
I fondle and roll and pinch your nipples while fucking you.
The pressure builds inside me.
I feel my cock getting harder in that way that it does before I come.
I feel my testicles squeeze against the base of my cock the way they do before I come.
I hear your moans while I ride you.
I grab your hips again for more hard thrusts, grunting now each time,
Until I think I'm going to come.
Then I slide out of you and lean against you stroking my cock just over your ass.
The contractions begin and I hear you shouting for me to come, shouting at me to shoot it.
I come stroking myself over you.
I come across your back.
I come into your fingers.
I come into the crack of your ass.
I come into your tousled hair.
When I don't think I can come any more I slide back into the heat of your pussy. The contractions last just a little longer.
And I am spent.
My beautiful girl.
[+] Posted by Sinner at 12:49 AM :: Submit. [+]
September 17, 2003
The Fragrance of You
The fragrance of you
On your fingers
I suck them clean
The fragrance of you
On my lips
Reminds me
Compells me
Diving into the fragrance of you
I feel the life of you
Hear the voice of you
Always wanting more of
The fragrance of you
[+] Posted by Sinner at 1:46 AM :: Submit. [+]
September 15, 2003
The Look in Your Eyes 12
"Ohgodyes." I said softly. Maybe the last thing l would be able to say for a while.
Sweet little thing on her knees between my legs.
She opened her mouth and teased the underside of my cock with the flat of her tongue.
She locked eyes with me as she took all of me, again and again.
I closed my eyes because of the intensity of the feeling.
I opened my eyes to see you peeking in the doorway.
And she took me deep again.
And I locked eyes with you.
And she took me deep again.
"Oh God yes."
And again.
And I started to come.
"Please. Oh God please..."
And the sensation at the base of my cock overcame me.
"I'm coming..." I whispered.
You knew.
I shoved myself into her mouth and came.
She sucked me so hard.
You watched me hungrily. You must have seen my face change a hundred times in the extacy.
She sucked me so hard.
I kept coming like she drew it out of me. Came into her throat. Came looking into your eyes.
"Omigod, omigod, omigod..." I stammered.
"Omigod, stop. Omigod." I couldn't handle anymore sensation.
"Omigod" I gasped, trying to catch my breath.
She tried to look into my eyes, and instead followed my gaze.
[+] Posted by Sinner at 1:52 PM :: Submit. [+]
The Look in Your Eyes 11
I fell back to the bed, just barely sitting on the edge.
Her hands never let go of me.
Soon she resumed what she started. I started shaking and squirming.
"Oh God." I said softly. Barely able to manage that.
I wasn't going to last long like this.
I had pulled her hair back away from her face, but had worked my fingers into her hair at the back of her neck.
It was all I could do not to grab handfulls to steady her head and fuck her mouth.
"Oh God yes." I could scarcely breathe.
[+] Posted by Sinner at 1:34 PM :: Submit. [+]
The Look in Your Eyes 10
Blessedly, she put her lips over me. Her hot, wet tongue caressing and swirling felt so fucking good.
"Oh, fuck!" I breathed. "What a filthy little cock-sucker you are!"
I could hardly stand.
It was a lot to take in all at once. Fingers dancing under me, stroking and gently squeezing my scrotum. Her fist pounding the shaft of my cock, her lips and tongue and teeth at the head of my cock.
My knees started to shake so badly I started to reach back toward the bed.
The way she was holding my cock I didn't think she was going to let me sit.
[+] Posted by Sinner at 1:27 PM :: Submit. [+]
The Look in Your Eyes 09
She began stroking my cock in her fist.
And then she bent down, got on her knees on front of me.
And she licked my cock from the base to the tip, teasing the underside of the head with her tongue.
She had kind of a throaty laugh.
She was enjoying the control she had over me at this moment.
I felt the impossible hardness. My cock straining to get into her mouth.
[+] Posted by Sinner at 1:18 PM :: Submit. [+]
September 14, 2003
The Look in Your Eyes 08
As I stood trying to get my jeans and underwear off, I saw her thong drop to the floor.
For the love of God.
There she stood before me. Her curvy little form looking so God-damned delicious.
As she stepped toward me with a sexy swing of her hips, her gaze travelled from my eyes to my cock.
She put one hand around my erection and gave me a squeeze.
The other hand cupped my balls.
My eyes went to half-mast, and I managed to say "Ungh."
[+] Posted by Sinner at 4:50 PM :: Submit. [+]
September 13, 2003
The Look in Your Eyes 07
Once in the bedroom, I noticed she was already topless. While she slid off of me, her amazingly ample breasts stroked my chest.
Sweet Jesus!
She bent down to take off her heels.
"Oh, no..." I said. "Keep those on."
She slowly stood up running her hands along the side of her body and proceded to slip out of her little skirt.
[+] Posted by Sinner at 8:59 PM :: Submit. [+]
The Look in Your Eyes 06
And I found myself picking her up and holding her ass in my hands. Forcing her against me and grinding.
She was struggling with the buttons on her blouse, trying to get it off of her like it would be a relief.
And I kept grinding while she undid my shirt. I relished the way her hands were trembling. Relished her palms on my chest making circles, then finding their way around to my back to hold herself against me.
I started to carry her to the bedroom, still rubbing her against me.
[+] Posted by Sinner at 2:27 PM :: Submit. [+]
The Look in Your Eyes 05
I never really questioned what I was doing.
I found myself standing right in front of her, reaching around her, leaning close, to set my glass on the counter.
Then I took her drink from her hand and set it on the counter next to mine.
And I kissed her.
I kissed her hard and long.
[+] Posted by Sinner at 2:19 PM :: Submit. [+]
September 11, 2003
The Look in Your Eyes 04
"Does that mean I'm lucky?" She asked.
I cocked my head and looked at her for a moment. Then I said "Maybe." And I finished pouring.
When I handed her the drink, she grabbed it but I don't think her eyes left mine for a second.
I pretended not to notice and took a long drink. She watched me the whole time, and only took a sip when I set my glass down.
When I saw her looking over her glass at me, I realized resistance was... well fuck it. Here goes.
[+] Posted by Sinner at 12:58 AM :: Submit. [+]
The Look in Your Eyes 03
But it wasn't like that at first. Although the idea stayed in the back of my head. (And in my pants.) What if?
I invited her in, but then I thought "Now what?"
At least I thought to offer her an drink... but then I only had cold water and beer.
I was surprised when she said that a beer would be fine.
It was with some relief that I grabbed the beer from the fridge and got two glasses from the cupboards.
While I was pouring I looked at her sideways and said, "You know, not everyone gets a glass at my house."
[+] Posted by Sinner at 12:30 AM :: Submit. [+]
September 10, 2003
The Look in Your Eyes 02
So I knew I was in trouble.
I knew I shouldn't, but I did.
And she had no reservations even when I told her I would drive her to my place. I guess I didn't really ask her.
She got this look in her eyes.
Kinda made me think she would do whatever I told her.
[+] Posted by Sinner at 1:00 PM :: Submit. [+]
The Look in Your Eyes 01
I don't know why I brought her home.
Maybe it was because she was so pixie-ish. Grown-up girl, but so tiny. Kinda curvy. Cute little voice.
Her legs looked good in heels. Maybe that was one of the reasons.
But she kept laughing at my jokes, and kinda pushing me and touching me when we talked. And I dig that.
[+] Posted by Sinner at 12:57 PM :: Submit. [+]
September 9, 2003
Dark Angel
Dark angel sent me into the light of the Moon.
She pointed out the Bringer-of-War.
Close beside,
Not touching.
Not yet.
Bright Moon cast her shadow long after her.
Wings distorted, elongated,
Made more formidable.
To see them with your own eyes
Her wings might look fragile, too delicate.
Don't be fooled.
Embraced by the shadow of her wing,
My own shadow overwhelmed by hers,
I knew I would never be able to hide.
Not in this life.
[+] Posted by Sinner at 1:19 AM :: Submit. [+]
September 6, 2003
Thinking About You
When you told me you had taken your panties off at your desk, I couldn't believe how hard I got so quickly.
I mean, in my mind's eye I could imagine you clandestinely hitching up your skirt, bit by bit.
Then lifting yourself up off of your chair just enough to slide the waistband over the curves if your hips and your sweet little ass.
Oh, God!
And then I could imagine you smoothing your skirt back out, leaving your panties on your thighs yet still concealed from view.
How I wish I was there to slide your panties over the curves of your legs. I would be mad with desire. I *am* mad with desire.
I could imagine you slowly sliding your panties to your knees, then letting them drop down your calves to you ankles.
And there you would be. At your desk. At work. With your panties around your ankles. So delicious!
I imagine you would quickly slip a foot out of one shoe and take one leg out of your panties. Then I imagine You would slip the other foot out, but keep your foot flexed so the panties wouldn't fall to the floor but instead you would lift your leg bringing the panties into convenient reach. And you would ball them up and think about where to put them.
You could drop them in a desk drawer, but you don't know for sure how private your desk really is. So instead you drop them into your bag and move things around so they aren't immediately obvious.
And there you are at your desk, noticing the new sensations.
But what are you going to do with that bare pussy of yours?
Would it change the way you sit? Does it change the way you move your hips or your legs?
Would you finger yourself to orgasm at your desk?
Or would you rub yourself relentlessly until you had no choice but to excuse yourself and relieve your creamy pussy in private?
Because when I hear your panties are off, I just want to get in you.
I want to see the skirt swing.
I want you to unzip me and take out my cock. I want you to straddle me and guide it in.
I want you to bend over my desk so I can lift your skirt and take you from behind, slamming hard against you.
All you said was that you took your panties of.
And all I can think of is the feel of you when I reach between your legs. The heat of you. The slick wetness when my fingers seek all of you. Then tension in you when I circle your clit with my fingers. And when I rub you just right. Just like that.
Because I want you to come.
And I want it to be hard for you to stay quiet.
I want you to bite down hard on my fingers in your mouth instead of screaming.
God, do I want you.
And I want it to be so messy you'll have to clean up.
So when do you get off?
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