tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26064681953346796762023-11-16T03:05:42.318-08:00Rachel KincaidJust a smart woman who thinks about sex.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00591836791343349628noreply@blogger.comBlogger42125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606468195334679676.post-19191730684241639362017-03-13T12:41:00.000-07:002017-03-16T01:35:48.404-07:00Musings when forced to take a rest<div style="text-align: center;">
Within a heartbeat my bed, which should be filled with nights sleeping and lovers and joy, becomes a furrow.</div>
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A fetid hole with my books, screens, and 'home entertainment' scattered over my bed leaving only a line in which I exist: my body exists.</div>
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Sad porn for a pity wank abide to stem any sexual energy which invades this pitiful status quo.</div>
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Psychological solace is found in Facebook articles. Being angrier at the injustices of the world is easier than swallowing the pathos of my solitary dwelling.</div>
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Films, TV series, books are all skimmed through and rejected with a pathological ennui. There is the occasional passage or book that can hold my interest and my starving soul devours it, only to be hungry again in a few hours time.</div>
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The fusty aroma of this God forsaken room echos the internal blue funk that I feel.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00591836791343349628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606468195334679676.post-78498527877226740702017-03-11T01:29:00.000-08:002017-03-14T01:07:02.639-07:00Caustic<div class="MsoNormal">
I am not sure what I noticed first if it was your smell or
the warmth of your body as you lay next to me. It could be the rounded curves,
exciting and comforting. Someone once said that no one ever had fun driving on
a straight road, my preference has always been towards curvier women. Your curves
are multi dimensional, the wonderful supine flow from your shoulders, dipping
down to your waist, and then rising once more at those sexy hips. There was the
other curve the started from the waist as you lay on your side, scooping over your
rounded tummy, down into a drift of pleasure between your legs.</div>
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Mornings like this are what heaven is made of. The smell of
your hair as I spoon you is comforting. I bury my nose in it and revel in your
choice of leave in conditioner that smells of coconut and reminds me of pina
coladas on the beach in the summer. I love the differences in colour of our
skin, my midnight blackness and your cafe au lait hues. Not that I can see
because my eyes are shut but I imagine. I take pride in us, two women in
love; I have never loved anyone like I love you, it is deep seated and comes
from a place within that I never knew existed. That old trope of unlocking
something deep inside I always used to meet with a sarcastic eye roll and a
sneer. Then I met you.</div>
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Snuggling closer I allow my hand to wander south. Lips
parting as they would for a kiss, you like to be shaved but I can feel missed
stubble that contrasts beautifully with that soft tender skin. Separating them
allows your sexual scent to meander up and encapsulate my imagination. I want
to explore further into your inner chamber, the silky slickness. I want your
cum over my fingers, I want to dive between your legs and feast on your
pleasure, your wetness smeared over my face echoing your body being smeared
over the bed sheets. I want to go down and with my 'come hither' finger on your
g-spot, stroking it into action and persuade your body that squirting all over
my face is a thing that it wants to do. I love making your squirt, it isn't
something you do regularly but the shame on your face is enchanting. That
erotic shame where you are both proud of your body and appalled. Your toes curl
and your feet intertwine, your chin goes down as do your eyes and your
shoulders raise in an attempt to protect you from your embarrassment. Of course
for me it is sexual heroin, it feeds my lust for you, makes me yearn for you
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I breathe again, collecting my thoughts in this half sleep,
half wake state of mine. Your smell and mine combine to make a unique, raw
sexuality that clings to my hind brain causing me to moan involuntarily. I pull
you closer.</div>
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Reality is an evil mistress. I pull the duvet around me
realising that I have snared my legs in its softness. Caustic reactions run
through my core, the acid erosion of reality that you are not here and never
will be again. Wicked, treacherous tears prick my eyes. Emotions choking my
throat, throttling my attempts to breathe which come in painful shards stabbing
my heart causing it to bleed out killing me completely.</div>
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Seven years, seven whole fucking years since you left me,
since you went off with someone else. I don't know, or really care, who she
is/was but the act of violating our trust, our love has crushed me. I am merely
a ghost of who I was. An echo. Unreal in my existence. I eat, sleep, go to
work; I even occasionally fuck others but they are not you, they are not us. I
had magic. I now have a dried out skeleton of who I was. The now familiar ennui
flows over me as I try to find five things to be grateful for just as my
therapist has advised before I get up on this ground hog day.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00591836791343349628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606468195334679676.post-65951628473538960902016-11-12T06:05:00.001-08:002016-11-12T06:05:45.530-08:00Watching<div class="MsoNormal">
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ages and ages. I am not sure if she knows how talented she is, because she is
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Wow, her writing has improved. Perhaps all this time away
has allowed it to mature and grow. I see that she is still writing dark twisted
tales. Delicious darkness. She has so much shade inside her I love it, I always
have. It is what drew me to her in the first place; the talent and the depth
inside her. She never saw it, women like that never do, they see all their
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I have seen it thousands of times. That's why women flock to
me. I pay them attention, throw around a few compliments, show them that they
are beautiful then they are eating out of the palm of my hands. Simple really.
I love the envious looks I get from other men as these women fawn over me.
These men see that I have a beautiful woman with eyes for no one else and I can
see them puzzled as to why they are with me. This feeling feeds me, it makes me
feel strong and powerful when really I am non descript looking: 5'6", slim
build, bald, snaggled toothed, usually wearing a grey suit having come straight
from the office and a fag in my hand. Average, that is how I have been
described, I look average. With these women, with her I am not average,
anything but.</div>
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I have always loved women, having my first sexual encounter
at the tender age of 12, fingering a girl in her bedroom, smelling her scent on
my digits. That is still something that I adore doing. I remember doing that to
her, my writer, watching her writhe under me, seeing her so willingly submit to
my dominant desires. She has soft flesh, smooth skin that reacts to well to my
touch. The way she arches her back, yearning for me. A tight hold and tug on
her hair and she is mine, utterly mine. Of course, I look after her, watching
what she posts, looking out for scumbags that will hit on her. Special people
like her need to be protected, she is such a free spirit and so trusting that
people will take advantage of her.</div>
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Things got a bit weird between us towards the end of our
relationship. She described me as toxic, a bit harsh as I was only looking out
for her. I will admit that I am a jealous guy, despite my bravado I was worried
that someone would steal her away from me. I kept testing her, seeing if she
would be where she said she would, showing up unexpectedly, deliberately standing
her up; all proof that she was still true to me. After a few months of this I
found out that she had been on a dating website. I didn't have the app of
course but I read the emails. Perhaps she should have put a stronger password
on it. She went mental when she found out and threatened to never speak to me
again but I have to look out for her and we had a tumultuous relationship where
she we split up and got back together over and over again. She said that I
drove her to do it and that I drove her away, I didn't mean to, I just wanted
to know that she loved me. Except that time she meant it. That was three years
ago, all history.</div>
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I was relegated to the benches, to use sporting parlance,
all I could do was watch. I saw her date a few guys, all of course were
completely inappropriate, watch her go quiet online as she does when her heart
is hurting. Why do women like that go for weak men? How can they not see their
value? I wanted to speak to her, occasionally I would drive past her house and
see the light on in her living room. I even got as far as to get out of the car
and go to her front door but something stopped me. I want her to choose me, I
ache for her to choose me. I have spent three years watching out for her,
guarding over her. I don't really mind if we can only be friends, at least then
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Now I see her back online writing again and my heart skips a
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I know that she said for me never to contact her again but I
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<i>Me: You are writing
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Of course, I chuckle to myself, I changed my twitter handle.
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My heart is racing. I hope she realises it's me. I hope she
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<i>Her: Tony?<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Me: Yes..me..hello
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Yes! She does recognise me.</div>
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She is keeping me waiting, perhaps me messaging has taken
her by surprise. She always had the kindest of hearts, it was both her greatest
asset and her greatest failing. Perhaps we can go for coffee and talk about old
times. Perhaps I can hold her again. A kiss possibly; would that be too much to
ask?</div>
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<i>Her: Fuck off. Fuck
right off. Never contact me again or I will call the police!<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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Jesus! Well that didn't go as expected. All I wanted to do
was talk to her, tell her how fabulous she is and that she is writing again. Wow
that hurt, that was like a punch in the chest. Now I feel angry, cross at her,
all I ever did was look after her, look out for her. Is that the gratitude I
get from her? Fucking bitch.<br />
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It's there, in front of my face. Dead birds don't fly. It's a grower not a shower. Cruel words and phrases emerge in my brain. I wait there hoping that the resentment subsides. Apparently feelings of resentment are the fastest and most absolute way to destroy a relationship. I hate him and I hate his flaccid, failing fucking cock. I loathe his cock. If I could bite it off I would, the rage in me is so strong at this moment.</div>
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He never used to be impotent. We used to have hours and hours of fun fucking, sucking, wanking his beautiful appendage. It never was the biggest but it, to my mind, was the best and most beautiful penis I have ever had the pleasure of. A wondrous staff and always an orgasmic ride.</div>
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There is always a but.</div>
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We wanted children. Cue LOTS of fucking, lots of giggling, a lot of grown up sexy time. We breathed each other, an inhalation of pheromones, lust, and love. Creating new life; a new connection between us.</div>
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But...</div>
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I didn't get pregnant. Oh fuck, this is all my fault. That's all that went round and round in my head. Doubt at first, swiftly followed by self loathing; self hate. I was a useless woman, a shell, my shit body wouldn't do what it was meant to do. This useless fucking flesh sack. For the first time since I was a teen I wanted to cut my flesh off.</div>
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Then I found out it was you not me. Your sperm count was so low it would be a bloody miracle to conceive. That was the start of me hating you; thinking that you were the lowest of the low.
That was when you started to have erectile problems. 'Your erection, our relationship' the self help pamphlet said. It was the worst, you were the worst. You went from being a useless fucking man to a pathetic, shrivelled wimp. Stupid, useless man.</div>
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Out of this hateful reverie I look up and see your sad eyes look down at me. My heart sinks. How can I even think such poisonous thoughts? You are kind and generous and the most beautiful soul that I have ever been touched by. I am filled instantly with regret, full of sorrow.</div>
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'I love you,' you whisper hoarsely. You are filled with emotions that make me love you more.</div>
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'I love you too.'</div>
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We agreed to the oral sex. I am so nervous because I am not sure if I can get it up. I used to love getting head, you are so good at it, you are amazing at it. Were amazing at it...before. Before this all happened. We were amazing together. I miss 'us' as we were, I mourn 'us'. My heart aches.</div>
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I recall how we were before we found out that I have no sperm. I am a useless man, a shell of a man. I try not to fall into self loathing but the cancer of it grows through my soul shredding my sense of self worth. I am in tattered rags, so fragile that even a look from you will make me crumble. Please don't look at me like that, please.</div>
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I try and hide my depression from you. I guess you suspect that I am not ok because you are a smart woman. I have always loved smart women, they are the best. I am not sure though because I know that you are in your own personal hell. I want to pull you out of it but I can't and that makes me feel like I am a useless bastard of a husband.</div>
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Emotions jumble within me as I try and push the suicidal thoughts away, banishing them, but they have become my near constant companion these last few months. I don't know when they started, as they insidiously crept into my mind. I know how I would like to do it, to end it all. I am no longer afraid of death, some days I long for it but I am not yet at that point. I hope never to reach it. I still have some hope no matter how faded. You are my life, you are my light and I have let you down.
I love you, with my whole heart, with everything I have in me. I just hope that you still love me back.<br />
Choking back the tears I open my mouth to say something but nothing comes out. Just like my cock. I roll my eyes at my own self disgust.</div>
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'I love you,' creeps out of my mouth.</div>
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You look up with your beautiful amber eyes and tell me you love me too.</div>
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Let the blow job begin.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00591836791343349628noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606468195334679676.post-79803003226295849312016-10-29T05:23:00.000-07:002016-10-31T00:44:44.329-07:00Illicit<div class="MsoNormal">
I am here licking her with my whole heart. I have already
come. That is the way that we are, I come and then she does, or she does and
that I do. It was my turn to come first if you like, not that we take turns it
just happens organically. She tells me that she has not come this way since her
husband died in the war, the second world war. She hasn't been with any other
men since then. Hers is a heartbreaking story. She married young, as they all
did then, had a couple of children in quick succession; they were happy. He was
called back to war as he had been for throughout all of their courtship but this time he never came
back. She, Edith, never met anyone else she liked, she was heartbroken.
Stoically, she carried on raising her children and in turn her grand children
on her own. She is a beautiful woman whom I am attracted to very much. I want
to give her pleasure because she pleasures me greatly.</div>
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Today has been a relaxed session. Laying her back on her
bed, easing her arthritic joints, relaxing her hips so she can open her legs.
Some people would be turned off by this; this old woman in front of me with her
old woman smell: a combination of rose water, strip washes, and incontinence
pads. What they don't realise is that after a bit of time and attention to her
vagina her natural sexual aroma comes through. Untangling her pubic hair I
press my tongue down and lick and lap whilst she starts her mewling. Her
breathing speeds up and comes in rough instamatic rasps. Slowly I place my
fingers inside her, feeling her velvet cunt warmly welcome this intrusion.
Moving them back and forwards as I feast on her is an absolute pleasure and
brings out the beast in me. The beast makes me want to do it faster. Harder.
More vigorously. Needier. Full of lust. With a frenetic dominance I eat her and
watch as she climaxes, her orgasm spilling over the age divide of us, moving
electrically through her body razing the arthritis and brittle bones away from
her momentarily. With an abandon which she has not seen in years she comes at
the end of my lesbian fingers and it strips back her age making her young and
beautiful once more.</div>
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I can't hold her after the act. I need to get on, so I dress
into my uniform, licking my fingers and inhaling her citrus scent from them. I
can only do this on the weekends I am working. I work 12 days on and 2 days off.
I make her the last call of my lunchtime run so that we can have this time
together. My husband thinks that they just work me hard on my weekends on, he
doesn't know about Edith, no one does. I suppose as a home carer there is some
form of code of conduct: we aren't allowed to take money or gifts from our
clients. I suspect that having sex with them would not be allowed but I shake
this thought out of my head.</div>
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I make sure that she is well and comfortable after our love
making, she is asleep as she usually is. She sleeps well afterwards and wakes
up refreshed. I will come back and see her as part of my evening rounds.</div>
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As I drive off an uncomfortable thought comes into my head.
It is possible that her family might perceive this as abuse, after all she is
in my care. I shake my head and dispel this alien concept, she loves me and I
love her. She is consenting, she is an adult, occasionally confused but not
dementing yet. It is love....I am sure of it. With my own internal world back
in balance I move onto the next old person.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00591836791343349628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606468195334679676.post-37351070099793647552016-05-29T11:59:00.002-07:002016-05-29T11:59:58.679-07:00Unusual Liaison<div class="MsoNormal">
I am looking up at him with my big brown eyes. I know what I
am doing is illegal and yet it does not stop me; it thrills me.</div>
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I look up to see if he is looking down. He has looked down
on me before but today the situation has changed and I am taking control. His
eyes range from being screwed up in concentration, occasionally he casts them
about to see if he can catch anyone's eye in quiet desperation. Of course no
one looks, this is the London Underground in rush hour. Everyone is too focussed
on their own internal worlds, hurrying from A to B. Even if he did make eye
contact with anyone, we are British and it would be too impolite to ask for
help.</div>
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He smells of alcohol, stale fags, with an unwashed manly
stench. It repulses me and excites me as I suck his average sized cock.
Everything about him is average and slightly dishevelled, as though he has come
on difficult times which I am certain he has. Scruffy jeans, crappy trainers,
second hand coat. Perhaps it came from a charity shop and that is why it smells
as it does. No, I think he has just not washed in a few days. That thought
makes me scowl but I am enjoying sucking him off too much.</div>
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This man has flashed me at least a dozen times this week,
and to be honest I was getting pissed off with it. Most people are at armpit
height so they have the wondrous joys of body odour to contend with. I am in a
wheelchair so I am automatically at crotch height. I think this has excited
this dirty flasher which is why I have received so much attention. I know he
has done it to others, I have seen him. I am not sure what his motives are.
Does he want to get laid? Is it a thrill of being caught? Is this his only
sexual contact? Does he actually just hate women? All of these questions swirl
in my mind as I slurp and suck.</div>
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Flashing is illegal, but then again so is sexual acts in
such a public place. Indeed I have not asked for his consent before I started
giving him a blow job and we are packed in here like sheep so he cannot escape.
I am violating him, just like he kept violating me. That knowledge makes me
feel powerful. It makes me feel as though I am getting a little bit of justice
even though I know this is not right.</div>
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Looking down at me, his chin doubles slightly with little
silver flashes of grey in his stubble. He is panting and nodding to tell me
that he is going to cum. His chest heaving and eyes screwed he spurts averagely
into my mouth. Everything about him is non descript, even his orgasms.</div>
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Spitting out his dick I look up at him with a sarcastic, 'don't
fuck with me' smile. "Same time next week?"</div>
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He nods, still panting and breathless at this unusual
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I reach for my wheels to make them go, out of badness and
just because I can, I make sure that I run over his fucking toes.</div>
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<span style="font-family: "lucida sans unicode" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt;">After spending the weekend at Eroticon I thought that it would be a good idea to try and write again. I feel old and clunky and out of practice. I have also lost my confidence so I will be back here sporadically. However, in the mean time here is one from my archives that I have dusted off for you. I hope you like it. Rachel xx</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "lucida sans unicode" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt;">I am angry, so bloody angry.
The molten lava spits in my chest, bubbling it's fury away there in it's new
found home.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "lucida sans unicode" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt;">I
want to tear the world a new arsehole. I want to smash everything. I have felt
like this before, quite frequently really when the world is unjust or I am put
upon until breaking point, or like today, where my body is bruised from giving
too much. In the past I: have smashed every piece of crockery and glass wear I
had, but felt no better. I have eaten my emotions only to feel fat and
unfabulous with a side order of self loathing. I have tried kickboxing,
running, and yoga (sometimes all in the same session); it stops the energy for
the anger but does not calm me inside.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "lucida sans unicode" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt;">I
sit at the top of my stairs unable to move, my rage confines me. I have a
couple of hours as my son is at scouts. I swallow down the anger knowing that
it will dissipate in the vast space of my heart. Perhaps I will feel more like
the good mum I want to be by the time he comes home. I sometimes hate being an
adult, I yearn for someone to take these problems away from me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "lucida sans unicode" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt;">The
rasp of the key in my door makes me sit up. Has my son come home early? Is he
alright? Worry bleeds into me, my anger is temporarily shelved.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 15.75pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 18pt; vertical-align: baseline; word-wrap: break-word;">
<span style="font-family: "lucida sans unicode" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt;">You
stand there, all midnight and brooding. I look at you with hope in my eyes.
Selfishly I want you to take my thoughts away from me, I want you to stop this
anger in me, stop my internal civil war. I want you to help me. I want you to
put me first. Ashamed of these feelings I make to stand up so I can take your
coat and offer you a drink. Who do I think I am to put myself first? I admonish
myself.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "lucida sans unicode" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt;">You
raise a finger, just your index one, and indicate that I am not to move. You
walk towards me, your training ensures that you are balletic in your movement,
stealth like, threatening and sexy. Compassionately you touch my face, running
your hand across my face and kissing my cheek. You smell fresh and clean and
healthy. I never thought that smelling like that would be a turn on but simple
smells do. I like well groomed men but not excessively so. The gentle strokes
go through my hair. I close my eyes and look sad because I could not bear to be
this close and my needs ignored, being invisible is my nightmare.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 15.75pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 18pt; vertical-align: baseline; word-wrap: break-word;">
<span style="font-family: "lucida sans unicode" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt;">Fingers
curling around my red locks gripping them so tightly that a few part company
from my scalp. My closed eyes and sad face now screws up into one of pain.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 15.75pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 18pt; vertical-align: baseline; word-wrap: break-word;">
<span style="font-family: "lucida sans unicode" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt;">"Open
your eyes." Your voice has a timbre that is not to be messed with. You
shake my head like a marionette until I comply. My eyes have watered with the
pain but are brighter and more engaged than they were before. I look at you and
you look proud, your melted chocolate eyes are kind and playful. A shadow of a
smile passes over your lips before you kiss me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 15.75pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 18pt; vertical-align: baseline; word-wrap: break-word;">
<span style="font-family: "lucida sans unicode" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt;">That
kiss is gentle and tender and leaves me wanting more but you pull away. My lips
gravitate towards yours as they have needs too but your grip does not allow it.
I try and move my head again but all you do is grip harder and force my head
back. Your other hand is placed gently around my throat, squeezing tightly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "lucida sans unicode" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt;">"Anything
you want, you have to beg for. I have control. I have you. What I want and my
needs come first."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 15.75pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 18pt; vertical-align: baseline; word-wrap: break-word;">
<span style="font-family: "lucida sans unicode" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt;">A
muted noise of agreement and acceptance comes from me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 15.75pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 18pt; vertical-align: baseline; word-wrap: break-word;">
<span style="font-family: "lucida sans unicode" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt;">Abruptly
you stand up and drag me across the hallway, into the bedroom. I am not allowed
to be upright enough to walk but my hair is being held too high to crawl. It is
an undignified scuffling, shuffling, half crawling gait that I do to keep up
with you.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "lucida sans unicode" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt;">Flinging
me on the bed I land sprawled out, my feminine charm evaporated. I land face
down and arse in the air. Your hand slaps down hard on my back, pressing me
down so I cannot get up. I know what is coming next, the shy girl in me screams
'no' but the noise is trapped by my stronger self. You see my struggle. You
know my shame face. You know it and you ignore it, or at least revel in the
internal turmoil I experience as you lift up my skirt and peel down my pants.
Naturally they do not come down all the way, they roll and crumple halfway down
my wiggling legs and frame my bottom.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "lucida sans unicode" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt;">You
put your face near my arse and inhale. My sweet musty citrussy scent is there,
hanging tangibly in the air just above my skin. A suggestion of my depraved
lust. My cunt lips sealed still, not allowing any moisture out. One of your
fingers trips it's way along my shaved skin and parting my velveteen curtains
to expose my pink degeneracy. I move more but you pin me viciously and feel me
pant as I process this exposure of my sexual soul. I have been taught to hide
this need in me, conditioned to. Good girls don't want sex, good girls don't
show their need, good girls don't get a wide on. I think these things as you
delicately finger me, my oily lubrication denying my social conditioning. With
some surprise my first orgasm builds and pops out. It is unexpected and small
but enough to break some of the tensing within me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "lucida sans unicode" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt;">You
allow me to rest on the bed for a few moments as you stand back and look at my
dishevelled self. I am beautiful in my shambolic state. You adore this bit. The
start of my unpeeling. Eroding the walls and polished veneer that I show the
outside world to expose and explore my inner self, the vulnerable, sensual,
sexual being that I am.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "lucida sans unicode" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt;">Flogging
is a hard limit for me, as is whipping but you know that a good girl spanking
is right on the upper most cusp of what I can tolerate. I want it but the line
between a good girl spanking and punishment is infinitely fine within me. It is
what you want. Pulling my over your knee I stiffen in fear. This is not playful
fear where I am going to get some funishement, real fear, primal fear. I
struggle in earnest, no play fighting, I need to get away and be safe. Again
you grab my hair and whisper your craving for this in my ear. I am doing this
for you, not for me. It stills me enough.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "lucida sans unicode" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt;">The
first smack is hard enough to make my whole body shift forwards. I grit my
teeth and bear it. I don't like this but want it too, I want to give to you. I
feel the raw warmth in my exposed arse. I know what is coming and hope that I
can be enough for you, I hope that I will not let you down.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "lucida sans unicode" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt;">The
second blow is harder and makes me cry out. I can feel the sweat start to bead
on my forehead and under my arms. I feel definitely less than sexy but I know
that submission is not always about being sexy but rather it is about
relinquishing control, taking control; not sexy but always deviantly beautiful.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "lucida sans unicode" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt;">Your
rub my skin and dispel the heat and pain. Then you hit it again, not as hard as
the other times but this time you do not stop. Smack. Smack. Smack. A metronome
of pain and pleasure. I attempt to raise up my torso in a break from the
hitting but find myself curiously drunk. No strength to haul myself up.
Confused I shake my head to try and get rid of the cobwebs but nothing happens
so I allow myself to flop over you again. I wonder what I look like. I wonder
if my arse looks beautiful to you. To me it is imperfect but I know that it's
alabaster round form contrasts nicely with your black hand; we both adore this
contrast. Although now I suspect that it is pink, blushing from all the
attention it is receiving.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "lucida sans unicode" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt;">You
fish something from your pocket, not that I really notice in my blissed out
haze. I only notice when I feel a cold metallic object on my butt cheek. Only
when you are clear that you have my attention do you roll it around my skin to
allow me to work out what you have. The coldness on my soft flesh is relieving
until I realise that it is a sharp blade. Freezing rabbit like, I keep so still
that you will not cut me but my treacherous cunt floods and the slick arousal
shows itself on my thighs breaking through my lipped gate.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 15.75pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 18pt; vertical-align: baseline; word-wrap: break-word;">
<span style="font-family: "lucida sans unicode" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt;">Scraping
it across my legs you allow the blade down to my pants. Practical to the last I
know that this knife will not be for decoration, it will be sharp and
serviceable. This is aptly demonstrated but two small flicks of your wrist and
my pants are history. My good girl is finally silenced as I am all wanton in
your arms and will do anything you wish for. You run the blade back up my legs
and I feel a liquid roll down, it might be sweat, it might be blood. The
thought both thrills and horrifies me. The point of the blade stops, resting on
my puffy pussy lips.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "lucida sans unicode" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt;">The
night is about to get a whole lot darker and is now full of deviant and
licentious pleasures.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "lucida sans unicode" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "lucida sans unicode" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "lucida sans unicode" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt;">I wanted to say thank you to @RebelsNotes and everyone at Eroticon for encouraging me to get back into the writing saddle again. Who else is writing this </span><a href="http://wickedwednesday.rebelsnotes.com/2016/05/prompt-208-audience/" style="font-family: 'lucida sans unicode', sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 15.75pt;">Wicked Wednesday</a> ?</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00591836791343349628noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606468195334679676.post-63786614761233721682014-06-07T05:35:00.001-07:002014-06-07T05:35:23.489-07:00On Hold<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My life is on hold. I have pressed pause. I didn't do this
intentionally, it just kind of happened. I am in instamatic picture, freeze
frame, whilst all around me are mobile; in motion, moving forward in the ever
transient 'now'.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Love keeps me immobile. It chains me to stagnation.
Insidious tendrils curved and caressed my feet, massaged their gentle way up my
legs, and wrapped themselves around my body. The warm hug of love infusing my
very soul encasing my eyes and making me blind to the fact that I am now
stationary.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The subtle shift in condition from flowing and empowering
love to being on hold was so delicate that I failed to notice. I berate myself.
I call myself a fool and an idiot, loathing my trusting nature.</span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I disgust me.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Being on hold allows me the luxury of reflection. To work
out how I came into this position. It is the same pattern of relationship
played out again and again. The cracked record of my romantic life. Same men,
Same relationship. Same trusting self. Same mistakes.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I truly despise me.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Love had freed me up and allowed me to be beautiful again.
It allowed my natural song to be sung; sexual and wild. Free flowing and
expressive, expansive, inclusive. It de-robed me from a tarnished existence and
made me shine again. People noticed. They saw me sparkle, become effervescent.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I became curious once more, keen to explore and understand my
body. how it worked, how I came. That had always been a problem, my orgasms.
From hurried, selfish lovers who used my body and kindness as some form of masturbatory
tool. To me being too generous, placing their needs before my own. I found myself
in a situation where I could not come, unable to work out why but the ache and
the longing of release being ever present and very real inside me.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It was this that pushed me forward; this that drew me to
him. He was the key to unlock the mysteries of my body and mind. that old jaded
euphemism, hackneyed, common and worn out but so apt here in my situation. A
key and a lock.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And yet here I am locked down again with the same desires.
It was my lust that made me realise I was chained yet again. It is not a desire
or an ache within my loins that stirs in my now. Rather an energetic force that
propels me to movement and makes my shackles chafe. I look at people and try
and keep my lustful wolfish smile from my lips. Disguise is my friend. That
glint of desperate need in my eyes is not so easy to cover and the more astute
amongst my friends see it, a few comment on it.</span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My desire to fulfil my sexual needs is tangible and heavy,
both hot and cold. A weight and the price I pay for loving a married man.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I want to break this bondage, to walk away and set us both
free. The old adage of you can't help who you fall in love with is hollow and
to subscribe to it means that I am a powerless victim. In my mind I recall the
powerful, prowling lioness that I can be and claw at this victim stance. Yet
when he calls my name I go to him, compelled because of love.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">There is no imminent resolution. No quick fix or snappy
answers. Time I know is my true rescuer. Time will help me unlock these chains.
Time will empower me to allow them to fall from my body. On the other hand, if
I blame time for my emancipation, do I also accuse time for binding me again
next time, or do I blame love? I know the person I will blame the most will be
me and my humiliating inability to learn from my mistakes.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In the mean time I remain on hold.</span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00591836791343349628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606468195334679676.post-91679515711107448802014-05-28T06:28:00.001-07:002014-05-28T08:41:29.263-07:00Trigger Warnings<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Rebel's prompt this week is about trigger warnings, and to
be honest I have been pondering which way to go with it. I don't usually follow
the prompt but this one seems right up my street as I write erotica and illness,
necrophillia, domesitc violence, murder etc. so most of my work could have some
form of trigger warnings on it. Indeed on some of the ones I feel are more
extreme I put something up at the front about people of a delicate disposition
should look away.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">There were several ways I could have gone with this. I could
have written something heinous that set off some people's triggers. I could
write about censorship and the compulsory trigger warnings on writing and
books. However I was taught that if you are going to comment on things then
'add value'. I think if I went down that route then I would not be adding
anything to the argument, just adding hot air.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Thus, I wanted to talk about something that I am passionate
about in the frame of trigger warnings. I want to talk about intelligence.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In my working life I come across people if all shapes and
sizes and intellects including learning difficulty (IQ of 80-90) and learning
disability (IQ of 80 or less), as well as exceptionally brainy people (IQ of 150+). I need to communicate to all of these people, using a variety of
different methods. I do not have any difficulty in communicating with them in a
way that makes sense to them. One thing that I do not do, I never do, is dumb
things down. I treat them like articulate human beings, because they are.
Individuals with a unique sense of self and self identity.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I see trigger warnings on things on Fetlife where it may or
may not be appropriate. What I find is that the 'trigger' is usually
insignificant to me as a reader but of huge import to the author. I find them
an irritation because they preclude me from thinking and making my own choices,
if I want to read the article or not without explaining explicitly what the
content is. I find that mildly offensive at the time and very offensive when I
reflect upon it.</span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We title things to give people an idea of what the contents
are. There is blurb on the back of books, DVD's, games and so on to give us
more of an idea of the content so we can make an informed choice. That is why
they are there so we know approximately what it is all about. Our curiosity
takes us further if we want to. What is the point of getting a book if I
already know what happens in it?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I am a huge fan of series like Wonders of the Solar System
and Blue Planet. They cover topics that I know nothing about but pitch it at
such a level so that I do not feel stupid but that it is engaging and
educational. It is poles apart from Americana-esqe programmes which dumb things
down to the lowest common denominator, instead or presuming that their audience
has some modicum of intelligence. Spoon feeding is a huge turn off to
intellectual engagement of the subject, at any level and at any age.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So let's examine the lowest common denominator for a second.
The average IQ is 100 and I have yet to meet a person who does not want to be
considered as an individual, a unique being. From that it is the right to make
their own choices, what they want to wear, what they want to watch, what they
want to read. They customise social media sites to suite them such as Twitter
and Facebook. No one has a Twitter account full of Conservative party announcements
when they are interested in elephant riding and not politics. They choose. They
are selective.</span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">McDonald's now famous warning sign of 'hot contents' when
you buy a hot beverage is not a warning to protect people, it is a legal back
covering exercise. I do not know of anybody, including people with learning
disabilities, who are not aware that a cup of coffee will be hot. It does not come
as a surprise to them. Therefore, it is not out of concern for the customer, it
is out of concern for themselves, much like trigger warning where the concern
is to relieve the uncomfortable feelings of the author.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I am all for warnings about explicit lyrics and age ratings
as there does need to be some regulation; some way of knowing if it is age
appropriate or contains offensive material. To be able to read my blog you have
to acknowledge that you are over 18 and readers are warned that it contains
adult content. I am for correct descriptions of things, accurate blurbs and
titles. I am all for individual choices. The UK Mental Capacity Act states that
we have the right to make unwise choices (I love that bit about it, it always
makes me smile). Trigger warnings take away that right to choose, they take
away any level of intelligence to make a judgement whether or not we want to
read or watch something. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I am pro choice, pro intelligence, pro individualism.</span></div>
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<a href="http://wickedwednesday.rebelsnotes.com/?p=5824"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Find out who else is saying what about trigger warnings via Wicked Wednesday</span></a></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00591836791343349628noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606468195334679676.post-32760246255625062672014-05-21T00:48:00.003-07:002014-05-21T00:53:53.838-07:00Love and Scars<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Oh dear." </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It was a statement, a social comment, and a hug all rolled into one. The syntax was slow and delicate with the vowels protracted and soft. The tone inflected in it was critical but playful, telling me off but in a gentle manner. Cosseted, akin to a mother gently berating a child so that they know where the boundaries are. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"That was silly now wasn't it?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> The muscles around my mouth twitch into a suggestion of a smile as I ram the remnants of the chocolate biscuit into my mouth, my guilty pleasure and source of chastisement. The swallowing of evidence is not an attempt to hide it, rather a rebellious defiance that I actually have finished the whole packet of biscuits and loved it. My head is held high in mock defiance bordering on outrage at this accusation. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I cast my eyes down knowing that I have broken my diet, tempted by dark chocolate digestives. I know she is right. Guilt does not consume me because she makes me feel loved. That warm effusive love that permeates everything: your whole being, your hair, your soul, everything around you, rooms and soft furnishings, the sky and birds and cars. All encompassing in the invisible stability of gentle love. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I turn and inhale to say something, to reprimand her. Witty quips jostle for first place in my brain, tripping to the tip of my tongue like school children fighting to be first in line. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I look and she is not there. Reality becomes a mirraged haze for a second. An Escher picture where I don't know which way is up. Then it reasserts itself; she is not here, she is dead and gone. Cremated. Memories of her funeral and wake swim lazily to the surface of my brain. Pain stabs at my heart. The quips wither, drying my mouth with their corpses. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A sigh chokes down the tears and grief. Another sigh calms the sudden ache in my heart. The third deep breath reminds me that I was loved and that it is not the love that has died, just my best friend. A flicker of a smile flashes across my mouth as tears collect in my eyes blurring my vision of the detritus of gluttony that is the empty packet of biscuits. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">With her or without her, if I had been given the choice to not know her and not feel this pain; I would choose pain every time. Always pain. Because with it came something special, a mutual love and respect that is uncommon and is the be cherished even if it was cut short.
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>Authors note - once again I would like to thank Lord Raven for inspiring me to write this. It is a dark consensual non-consensual tale with a twist. If you are of a delicate disposition, this is not a story for you. However, if like me, you like adventure please read on. I would also like to thank my lover for posing for me, it was very kind of him.</i></span></div>
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cuffs hooked onto a fixture on the beam I can tell that by the way that you
squirm and twist, trying to alleviate your discomfort. I am not surprised that
your muscles are seizing, you have been up there a long time. You can see me,
and observe that I have been watching you for the best part of an hour but not
responding to any of your requests, ignoring you shouting obscenities at me.
There is a placidity to my face and you know that because you agreed to come
here, because you agreed to this consensual non consensual event that I have
the power. Reality dawns on you that it was nice to talk about, fantastic to
fantasise about and jerk off to but this reality is uncomfortable. The physical
discomfort you can deal with, you are a tough man, it is the gnawing
uncertainty that is undermining your usually robust demeanour. I have always
been polite and nice to you but there is a coolness in my manner towards you,
possibly described as an indifference. That is the bit that is scaring you.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Spasms in your legs cause them to tremble and shake, not out
of fear but due to the position that they have been in for so long. Plus you
are cold, it crept into your lower back aeons ago and has settled its frosty
self there, permeating all your inner organs. If I had been feeling nice I
would have let you keep your clothes on instead of slicing them off you, they
lay in rags in the corner. They were your nice clothes because you thought,
rather stupidly, that I was going to do something nice to you. Fool. With that
thought I almost afford myself a little smile but stop just in time.</span></div>
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flight response of your body. I know it is fear. I understand it is fear
because my status goes before me. I am fearful.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Licking your lips in an attempt to say something, anything
that will appease me, a plea bargain of some description; no matter how futile,
if you do this then there will be some kind of hope. The look in my eye, that
dead stare, tells you that there is not hope. Words die in your throat,
unspoken. Grieving for death of your aspirations the only thing that you cling
to is the hope that you will live to see the another day. People have
'disappeared' after playing with me.</span></div>
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your heart. It is racing nicely, a good 150+ BPM, any more and I might worry
about a heart attack at your age, but it is a strong bouncy pulse, this means
that I can have hours of pleasure with you. My pleasure of course, not yours.</span></div>
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pricks of blood that blossom on you. It was a nice first move. It leaves you
breathless and your chest heaving. I cock my head to one side and you look
puzzled, uncertain if I am admiring my handiwork and thinking about what is
going to happen next or listening to a voice that only I can hear. I enjoy my
reputation of insanity, of course I am not, that would be stupid. I hear no
voices, see no visions, I am just a sick twisted individual who always knows
where the edge is, always is able to see the line...and then step over it.</span></div>
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blood and hurts like a bitch. Wild eyed you stare and it takes you a few
minutes in the gloom to notice that I have metal tips on one of my hands. I
scratch you again and chuckle at your screams. You have tried to be manly,
attempted to be brave, so few are once I get down to it. They cry and scream
and wail; little realising that it is music to my ears. That I love it. It
turns me on. Naturally you have not turned me on enough yet, you will make up
for it. Within minutes your torso, front and back, is covered in blood. Pretty
crimson patterns trickling one into the other forming a bloody map on your pale
skin.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Tsk, tsk. It looks sore. I walk over to where I had been
sitting and take a bottle out. I see in your face that you hope it is water,
you look thirsty, the hope ebbs beautifully as you blanche because you have
read the label. Actually you didn't even have to read it the colour said it all.
There is a sweetness to my countenance, I look innocent almost angelic as I
take the top off it. Looking you in the eye I reach up and kiss your trembling
lips. I wonder if you will cry after this next bit.</span></div>
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sterility. You see it on films being delicately dabbed onto wounds by a loving
heroine to her brave hero. Pouring it slowly onto your shoulder I watch it
slither down leaving purple trails to intermingle with the blood red ones. I
side step to give you room to dance for me, hopping from foot to foot. It
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yours?" I ask. It is the only thing that I have said to you since you
arrived and judging from your expletive ridden reaction, it is not comforting
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the bottle of iodine over you and smile as you scream and cry, coughing as the
fumes fill your precious, delicate little lungs. I knew there would be tears,
they mix beautifully with the sweat. They drip silently from your face to your
chest mingling with the colours, diluting them, making them soften around the
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painful delights of the last 15 minutes. I feel you stiffen in my hand, it is
an impressive erection and I secretly yearn to lick it but I will delay my own
gratification as torturing you is a lot more fun.</span></div>
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of string with a strange metallic rod on the end with a flat circular stopper.
I make a larks foot out of it and place it around your balls, tightening it. I
feel you judder and listen to the moan of pleasure without taking my eyes off
your cock and balls. I walk a few paces back and admire the sight of you. A
multi coloured delight: red, purple, white skin; beautiful.</span></div>
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them in my hands, allowing the 'chink' noise to resound and become your focus.
I look up to see a delicious puzzled look on your face. Wandering up I stand
close to you, too close, I feel the exchange of body heat. Gazing into your
beautiful face and see the frown as you noticed they are just flat metal discs,
no stamp on them and a groove cut into the radius of each of them. Not wanting
you to look too dumbfounded for ever I slip the first 'coin' onto the metal rod
and let it drop. An unexpected moan leaks from your lips as it pulls on your
balls, it is then that you realise that each of these discs is a lead weight
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changes shade is wonderful. Your erection remains because in spite of the pain,
in spite of the degradation, in spite of the blood you are fucking loving this.
I 'accidentally' brush your cock and see you shudder, bristling with desire to
cum. After slipping a couple more weights on I kneel down and place your cock
in my mouth. The warmth is infusing and the salty taste fills me. I know you
want a blow job. I know you want me to suck and lick you. I am not going to do
that, that would be a nice thing to do; I am not nice. Instead I hum, no
particular tune, just something to move the vibrations from my mouth into your
dick. Playfully I flick the weight on your balls with my finger and watch you
wince. Your breathing is tight and your eyes are starting to glaze as I add
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you but time is against me. I return for the last time to my bag and draw out
my hunting knife. It is big and shiny and sharp as hell. I place it onto your
cheek and press hard. Your reactions are dulled and slow but I can see you can
feel its bite. Grabbing a hand full of hair to focus your attention back onto
me works wonders. How dare you let your mind wander? I see you at your physical
limit. Scraping the point of the blade over your face and drawing it along your
bobbing Adam's apple, I smile as I see that anxiety flicker in your eyes once
more. Holding the blade to your throat I grasp your hardness and slide my hand
up and down. Quivering I know you are close to coming and you are not sure if
it is allowed. Unable to stop your arousal you cum in solid spurts, thick and
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you have suddenly done something wrong. The ache in your balls where the weight
are no longer arousing, they are painful and you really want to get down. At
least that is what you are thinking. What you really want to do is to get as
far away from that glint in my eye as possible.</span></div>
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This is meant to feel scary. It will be ok. It will be fine. Hell that was an
excellent orgasm but I will be fine because she will release me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry." Brian looked
mortified. Fear brimmed in his eyes as they began to water with shame and
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Looking down at Ali he trembled with dread at the
retribution he would receive. It was the comments that he had had from previous
partners. Well, not so much the comments as the lack of them. It was the sighs,
the silences. It was when the women were polite to him, but then there were the
flash back comments:</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"It's ok."<br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The humiliation was excruciating. It made his stomach churn,
the nausea would follow soon after. The bloom of embarrassment would emerge on
his face and flower down his chest. It was the perfect complement to his pale
skin but clashed with his auburn hair. He could feel the hot prickle of sweat
beading on his top lip and forehead. No matter how much he apologised, no
matter how nice the lady was, the mood was broken and it was usually followed
by the woman beating a rapid retreat. There was no reason to think that this
time would be any different.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Oh," she looked quizzically at him. "Have
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Umm, yeah it is. I am sorry but you see I cum quickly,
prematurely some may say. It is the noises you make, and your smell, and your
soft skin and wonderful curves. It gets me all excited and I can't help it. I
have tried everything, the alphabet backwards, all the premiership football
teams, tying to name all the states of the USA. I have even gone to the doctor
but they just said that I need to relax. I have tried relaxing but the more I
do the faster I cum. I am so sorry. I understand that you will want to go now.
I can only apologise." He stammered and was moving away from her.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"No!" The shout came from her as she dug her nails
into his back to prevent him leaving her precious sex. "No," she said
more softly. "Don't go, don't leave. I like you. I like you a lot. OK, it
was faster than expected but this whole sex thing does not solely revolve
around your pleasure or embarrassment."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Pulling him forwards and delicately pressing her lips to
his, she stared into his golden-brown eyes. Her smile reached the corner of her
eyes as she kissed him, slowly at first building the heat in them. Allowing the
moist pleasure of their moths to seek each other out, they lay there kissing
for the longest time. Tongues brushing gently against each other, teeth nipping
and nibbling at lips. Melding, two people in love, or at least in lust.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Gazing at Ali's body he revelled in its imperfections. It
was the flaws that made her beautiful. One breast slightly larger than the
other, a nipple slightly higher. Reaching down and stroking them he discovered
that the lower nipple was more sensitive. A fact that he squirreled away in his
mind for future reference, if there was a second time. He hoped that there
would be, she was beautiful. Ali was smart, sassy, sexy as hell and kind; very
kind. She was generous with her time and love and had one of those smiles that
made you feel that the world was an ok place and that everything would be
alright. Now she was lying here underneath him, wanting him.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Nerves wrapped their tendrils around his heart again and
threatened to choke him. Instinctively Ali reached up, touching his cheek she smiled.
Brian's world softened, he felt safe again. Bending down he started to nuzzle
her neck enchanted as to how she arched her back, how she absorbed the physical
pleasure of touch. With his hand he delicately raked his nails over her stomach
and watched her writhe underneath him. She obviously liked it not so soft and
gentle.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Kissing from her collar bone down, over her downy skin to
her breasts, his hands danced over her hips making her twist and squeal. He
moved his and lower, in between her soft thighs; wet with lust and desire, a
physical confirmation that she wanted him regardless of how quickly he came.
Circling her clit, he observed that it was hard and offered delicious
resistance to his dexterous fingers. Slowly rubbing, he pushed one finger then
another inside. She was warm and wet, fantastically slippery, her soft folds
plumped and fleshy with blood. Instead of ploughing on, he changed tempo to
something softer.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Listening as she caught her breath, he continued to worry
her nipple, nibbling, biting then pulling it with his teeth; a contradiction to
his hand gentle delving in her sex. Moving to the other breast, he smattered
soft kisses around its dangerous curves. His hand ramped up a gear and started
rubbing and fucking her more forcefully. He could see that she was on the brink
of orgasm, his hand was delectably wet and the smell was intoxicating, driving
his lust forward. She looked beautiful, making soft sounds, giving over to her
body's reactions, abandoning any socially enforced decorum.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">With a snap she opened her eyes and stared at him as she
came, gripping hold of his shoulders and sinking her nails into his back. He
felt proud, strong; he had pleasured her. He wanted more. He knew that this was
not the only orgasm in that sweet, slick pussy of hers. He knew that there was
another one just waiting to be teased out.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Licking her delicious juices off his fingers, he put his
mouth on her sex, it was still shimmering and red with excitement. Brian
wrapped his lips around her clit, doing nothing, he gripped her hips to keep
her still as he drank her in. He loved the way that women can come over and
over again, that once they had reached that sensitive plateau their ability to
orgasm was just like playing chess. Some strategy involved but ultimately a
game where you could win more than once. Gripping tight he loved the feel of
her thighs against his cheeks and her tight grip on his hair as she forced his
face further into her groin. </span></div>
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juices he ate her like a man possessed. The musky smell, the tickling of her
short trimmed bush each time he moved his mouth. Wondrous velvet skin of her
thighs as they wrapped themselves around him. A sensuous delight.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">His desire flared, not that it had ever really died down.
Reaching for another condom, he ripped it out of the foil and rolled it on.
Pushing his cock into her softness felt like coming home. It was hot and sexy
as she gripped his shaft. Trying to go slow, trying to last longer this time he
focussed his mind naming the planets in the solar system.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Fuck me," she moaned in his ear.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"But I will come quickly again," he said, looking
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"I don't care, fuck me like you mean it," she
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Needing no further encouragement he rammed himself home.
Fucking her with a violence and ferocity, with passion and desire. He let go,
abandoned his worries and fears and buried himself in her. Absorbed in the
moment, he allowed his excitement to burst into her with a wolf-like howl that
was felt through both their chests as much as heard.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Collapsing on top of her, spent, he smiled. He felt like the
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Panting she gasped, "Oh my God, that was amazing. Wow.
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>Authors note - just like last week I found myself in conversation with another writer, Lord Raven, about genres and smut in general. We got onto this topic and simultaneously wrote stories about the same theme. I hope you like both stories. <a href="http://www.malflic.com/2013/05/28/george/">George, by Lord Raven</a></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I never sleep well when my period is due. I get all hot and
bothered and horny as a bitch in heat. Sex plagues my every thought, my every
waking moment; every comment I hear has a sexual connotation, a double
entendre. I feel like an addict whose craving cannot be sated, the yearning
driving me forward. I knew that this bubble would burst, as soon as my period
came I would feel this tension released.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Not really believing that I would get a decent night's sleep
tonight I climbed into bed with that familiar aching and heavy feeling in my
pelvis. Slipping under the cool duvet that would soon warm and envelop me, I
watched the orange puddled light seep through the curtains as sleep tickled my
mind and seduced me into slumber.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Gasping for breath I woke with a start. Nothing was over my
face to prevent my breathing but my body was arched and needy. Fuddled with
sleep I was unable to gain my bearings. Piecing together the evidence my senses
could confirm, I knew that I was in bed, I knew that it was still night but
uncertain as to what time it was, I knew that I was ok and that there was no
reason that I could recall for waking. I also knew that I was horny, that there
was a desperate ache between my legs. I was warm and wet and slippery with
desire. The need to be touched was going to break my mind if I didn't find
release soon.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Drawing my knees up I parted my legs in the hope that the
air would cool my aching cunt. I exhaled but as I did I felt my breath on my
own wetness. Confused I breathed in again, once more I felt my own exhalation
on my sodden lips. Sitting up with a jerk I realised that I was not alone.
Someone was in bed with me, mirroring my breathing, they understood my need to
complete, the need to orgasm, they knew the sexual capsule I was in, a prison I
needed breaking out from. My heart leapt catching a ride on the adrenaline wave
and was now surging through me. My eyes adjusting to the ambient light I saw
his head at the bottom of the bed. his eyes were twinkly and lustful. I had
never experienced someone drinking me in but now I knew what it meant. This
man, this stranger was devouring with me his eyes. I knew that I was wanted,
lusted after, needed, desired. However, this was more. This man was going to
take me and inhale my very core.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I felt some fear but it was laced with a thrill that excited
me. I didn't know this man but I felt the yearning to be with him. I ached to
feel his touch on me and in me. He would be the one to free me from this
monthly horn.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Delving his head between my legs he gave me a long,
luxurious lick. It was cold. Not cool, like he had been drinking an iced drink
but cold, like glass; smooth and calming but unnerving. He licked me in a
leisurely, almost off hand manner. He would be taking me at his speed and for
some reason I felt myself relax, unfurling like a fern, unwinding under his
ministrations. Licking and nibbling he excited me, bringing me to the boil
expertly. He forced my sluttish knees apart so he could delve deeper and plunge
my folds more forcefully. I cried out in pleasure at his tongue rolling over my
clit, the delicious urgency building slowly within me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I felt his tongue go deeper, it was longer than any other
man that I had previously had. It was venturing deeper, exploring my slick
insides, cleaning them, servicing them. No, those were not the right words. He
was delving and probing. No, still too mild. He was exploring,
violating...defiling me. He was taking my sex and using it. No consent; just
snatching what he wanted. And it felt divine!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Raising my head I saw his teeth glinting in the light from
the street lamps. He raised his eyes to meet mine and then I noticed that there
is something wrong with his teeth, they are filed and pointed, vampyric in
their appearance. Fear rushed through me. I have often read vampire books,
trashy ones, good ones, sexy ones but seeing one in the flesh, so to speak, was
truly terrifying. A coldness gripped my heart as my body refused to react.
There was a scream that clogged my throat, lodging in it like a half swallowed
lozenge, painful but unable to dislodge. Gulping for air I felt suffocated,
unable to suck enough oxygen into me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He smiled. His wicked smile, verging on evil. Terrifying but
made worse by my treacherous cunt's yearning for him. The juxtaposition of emotions,
the turmoil. It made no sense but there it was, my red slick desire for him.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Taking a deep breath he bit down onto my sex causing me to
arch and scream in delicious agony. The pain was excruciating and jagged. I
felt my slit becoming flooded and warm. Hearing him slurping and sucking voraciously at me. I peered down,
his face was covered in my blood. Licking and sucking my sexual blood out of me,
slurping my lust and life out of me. Despite all of this, or indeed because of
all of this, I felt my orgasm looming, impending, exploding.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">There it was, forcing itself through my body and out into
his mouth. Wave after wave of sexual release. My senses tingled and thrummed.
He played me until I sung, screaming in defiant ecstasy. My once broken vocal
chords finding their home once more and releasing my passion.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I woke screaming and covered in sweat. Panting as though I
had run a marathon and feeling bone weary I looked about me. Everything seemed
normal. Where was the vampire? Where was the demon who was making me
ecstatically immortal? Vanished into thin air. I flopped back onto my cold,
sodden pillows, breathing hard. I felt good, elated, satisfied. Whoever he was,
whatever he had done, I felt better, complete, whole once more. Reaching for my
throat my skin coated with salty sweat, I felt my pulse. Good and strong. I
lowered my hands to discover what damage he had done and felt the warm
mushyness of my post orgasmic bliss. I was slick and wet and it felt tacky.
Withdrawing my hands I flicked the light on and saw the sticky redness of
blood. It took a moment for my internal perspective to click into place.
Flinging back the cover I noticed that I had come on during the night, my dream
vampire had burst my sexual bubble, released my tension. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Allowing the excitement of my mind to calm down for a moment
before I got up and changed the sheets and cleaned myself up I said a little
prayer of thank you to him. I needed the release and I got it in the most
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00591836791343349628noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606468195334679676.post-40438466449433817812013-05-22T11:53:00.000-07:002013-05-22T13:32:29.318-07:00A Gentleman's Agreement<br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>Author's note - <a href="http://deepthought69.blogspot.co.uk/2013/05/the-indecent-proposal.html?zx=6eb9bd052aefaf74">DeepThought69</a> and I were talking about writing mojo (please see last week's blog). We thought it would be fun if we came up with the same concept and characters and each set about writing our story's based upon this. The concept is: three characters Ian, Michael and Catherine have a threesome. There is bondage/restraint, objectification, wax play. And that was it. Both stories are very different and I hope you enjoy them, we certainly loved writing around the same framework.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Michael was waiting for the front door to open after he
knocked, the night was cool and he could see his breath hanging in the air. The
first chilly night of the season. He was feeling anxious and his palms were
slightly clammy. Unconsciously he wiped them on his trousers, swapping the
bottle of malt whiskey from one hand to the other. Standing as erect as his six
foot frame would allow he took some deep calming breaths.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Hello sir," grinned Ian as he opened his house to
his new acquaintance.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Well hello sir to you," Michael replied smiling
and nodding his head formally.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Do come in." Ian stepped backwards allowing
Michael entrance. "Is that for me? Oooh 12 year old single malt. Thank you
very much. We will enjoy this and it will look lovely on my table. Come through
and let me show you it, it is very beautiful. Unique you might say."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Michael was shown through to the living room where Catherine
was tethered by her wrists and ankles to the coffee table. Her skin was
glistening in the candle light. She was beautiful and naked. However, Michael
noticed something was wrong about the scene he was witnessing. It was not that
a naked woman was tied to a table or that there was candles, but there was some
incongruity that he struggled to place. Then it clicked into perspective. There
were lit tea lights, six in total, on Catherine's back but the silver foil had
been removed so that any slight movement would cause hot wax to cascade over
her.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Rather than looking tense Catherine had a serene look on her
face. She did not flinch as he had entered the room, nor did she move as Ian
placed two glasses of whiskey with ice on her skin.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Did I not say that it was a beautiful table. Look she
is motionless and calm. A visual delight." Ian stated with an essence of
pride in his voice.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Michael, murmured and nodded in agreement. He could feel his
cock stirring and growing full. He moved further into the room, never taking
his eyes off Catherine. It had been all her idea. She wanted someone else to
come and use her. As a couple, they had obviously spent a lot of time talking
over this before approaching him. He had known them for about three years and they
knew that he was very sexually open and mature enough to be able to cope with
the scenario he saw unfolding in front of him. There would be minimal emotional
baggage from all parties, he was as close to a unicorn* as could be. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As he moved further into the room to retrieve his drink he
noticed that a glass butt plug was just visible sticking out her arse. Michael loved
anal sex, it was the thing that he desired the most during every sexual
encounter. Nothing turned him on more than a fine bottom and Catherine had a
fine one; not too toned, certainly not flabby but with that delicious jelly
wobble to it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Cheers," Michael said, raising his glass to his
lips.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Mmmm there is nothing more warming and delicious than
a good malt." Ian drained his glass and swirled the ice cubes around in it
whilst he looked ponderingly from it to Catherine. "I see that we are both
enjoying the view," he commented making a nodding gesture towards
Michael's bulge. "Time to start in earnest, don't you think?"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Michael looked at Ian and could only sense gentleman
cordiality, if it were not for his growing erection they could be talking about
a game of cricket rather than fucking his wife. Looking down at Catherine's
bound form, the tea lights flickered as she breathed in and out; he felt that
it was unusual how long the lights lasted without the wax melting or burning
her but each candle had now got a well formed pool of liquid wax in it. She
still had that wonderful look of tranquillity, one he almost did not want to
disturb. It was like looking down at a sleeping doe, any noise would rouse it
from its' slumber so best keep quiet. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ian had different plans. Picking up one of the lights he
raised it about six inches above her back and slowly poured. Catherine let out
a long whimper of pain as the wax lava splashed across her skin.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"I would be careful my dear or you will upset the other
lights and burn yourself. That would be.....terrible." There was a
distinctive sadistic tone in Ian's voice, commanding and cool.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Her flesh shivered as the wax cooled. Ian nodded to him to
join in, Michael picked up a candle and started pouring too. The sense of power
and pleasure grew within him. He watched as she moaned and quivered trying
desperately to keep still but her muscles tensing in anticipation. Observing
her delicious trepidation that was either real or imagined made him smile and
feel aroused. Tilting his head he could see the start of the tell tale shimmer
between her legs, her ankles bound and thighs trembling. She was irresistible.
The musky scent of her arousal reached up to him and called to his core.
Picking up a fresh light he knelt down next to her hips and watched her
internal struggle to keep still as he poured over her plump rear. He dripped
them one by one over her back and arse until they were all spent.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">At the same time as Michael was savouring his wife's sexual
perfume, Ian fished an ice cube out of his glass and ran it over her neck. A
noise somewhere between a squeak and a squeal made a hurried departure from her
mouth. Both men looked up and caught each other's eye, grinning they hurriedly
took their clothes off, scrambling to be the first one to touch her.</span></div>
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opportunity to bury his head in between her legs and lick her slick sex like a
man possessed. He could tell that Catherine was close to coming. Her lips were
swollen and rouged, her clit hard against his tongue. He incessantly licked her
nub forcing it between his tongue and his teeth, hungrily munching away with
her moans singing in his ears.</span></div>
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whilst gripping her hair, forcing her head back. "Look at me with those
pretty frightened eyes," he hissed. Running the blade over her cheeks he
moved it in increments along her body until he neared the pools of hardened
wax. There was a surprising firmness about the way he moved it over her
body. A pale red trail highlighted where it had been and only a callous glint
in his eye to suggest where it may go to.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In the middle was Catherine, wet with the ministrations that
she was receiving from Michael and deliciously terrified from Ian's energetic
maliciousness. "I want to cum Sir," she screamed. "Please may I
cum?"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Silenced by a look from Ian, he whispered, "Not
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Whimpering and trembling she shook against her bindings. It
was cruel that just at that point Michael started to pump the butt plug with
his thumb whilst fingering her. Unable to control his lust he pulled on the
plug until it was free of her and then dove in, spreading her cheeks to allow
him access to her gaping hole. The smell of her sex and the sight before his
eyes, mixed with the soft flesh of her arse was intoxicating. Leaning forward
he started licking and rimming her in earnest. Savouring her unique flavour and
the tactile sensations of her on his tongue.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A sharp scream interrupted Michael's train of thought.
Looking up he saw Ian scraping and rasping the blade up and down Catherine's back. Some movements were only
shaving the wax off her back, some were grazing her skin, whilst others were
beading tiny droplets of blood blossoming and then almost immediately
crystallising to form back rubies. Her breath was sharp and heavy as she
struggled to cope with the differing uses of her body. Michael felt that it was
a good idea that there was a table underneath her to support her.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ian grabbed her hair once more and twisted it around his
hand. Yanking her head back and twisting it so that she was looking up to him
open mouthed. Without saying a word he fed her his cock into her helpless
orifice, down confidently until it hit the back of her throat. Michael watched
as he pulled back only to trust in once more, already slamming into the back of
her throat causing her to choke and cough.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Seizing his opportunity Michael rolled on a condom he fished
from his trouser pocket, doused his cock in the lube and aimed at her arse
hole. Spreading her cheeks wide he pushed forwards, allowing his cock to sink
in increments into her arse. Pausing to allow her to accommodate him, he
reflected that no matter how gaping holes were they were always that little bit
tighter than his dick. This gave him a loving snug sensation around his penis
which sent judders of delight through him.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Unable to make much more than a guttural chocking sound Catherine was just able to make enough resonanace to indicate that she was
loving every filthy minute of this. She was adoring being used, her face being
brutalised by her husband and his cock in her arse. Feeling brave he smacked
her causing flakes of wax to cascade and dance away from her pinned form.
Enjoying the whimpers and the moans he smacked her again as he thrust. The
sound and the sensation causing his mind to empty of all thought other than the
pleasure of using her. It made him feel powerful at mastering her and her
submission added to the authority and dominance he was experiencing. He thrust
further and soon found a rhythm with Ian, as Ian forced himself into her mouth
it pushed her whole body weight against his dick allowing the softness of her
rear to squish against his groin. As he fucked her arse it pushed her onto Ian
causing her to gag and choke. The tears were rolling down her face and mingling
with the trails of saliva and snot. The three of them were joined in a blissful
union.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Michael felt the tightness in his balls, and that familiar
ache in his groin as he knew he would cum soon. The pleasure and anticipation
that had been building in the weeks of negotiations, phone calls, texts,
emails; stimulating his mind, his imagination and letting his lust build. His
nerves as he prepared for tonight, shaving his face, soaping then moisturising
his body. The gentleman's greeting as he arrived, followed by the visual
delight when he entered the room. The sensory filled experience with the
whiskey, ice, wax, the warmth and wetness of Catherine, Ian's hard and hairy
body. All of this culminated in the impending release; concentrated, focussed,
intense. His orgasm was going to be intense, extreme, possibly he could
describe it as severe in the way that it would brutally be released from him as
he emptied into her. Imminent, pending but ultimately inevitable, he came as he
thrust into her for the final time.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Weak and wobbly from his orgasm, he collapsed as he
withdrew, his chest heaving. His thoughts scattered and ecstatic. He stayed in
this haze and reverie until the coolness of the room pervaded his sweat and chilled
his skin. As he pulled his condom off and wrapped it in a tissue from the
packet on the floor, he sank back, propped up by the sofa, and watched the
scene carry on without him.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ian's face was contorted with the effort of not orgasming,
pulled out of her face and sauntered round behind her. Eyeing up her luscious
cunt he thrust without aiming, balls deep. Michael watched Catherine cry out,
arching her back and trying to break free from the ropes around her wrists due
to the force she in which she was being taken and used.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Please, please may I cum," she begged, sobbing at
the restraint she had to exercise over her tattered self control.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Cum my beautiful," he panted as he thrust
vigorously into her sex.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Throwing back her head she howled, a wild canine sound that
came from her core. It was a release of everything that had built within her.
Hopes, dreams; realised. Fears, doubts; evaporated. An angelic orgasm, one she
knew that she may never experience again. All encompassing, transcending her
to a rapturous state. her head
blissfully empty of thought, flying in that subspace state. Ecstasy on Earth.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As Catherine shook and juddered, riding the orgasm that
cleved from her body, Ian thrust deeply his whole body stiffening as he sprayed
his seed deep within her, the veins and tendons straining at his neck.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Flopping over her back akin to a sweat soaked towel Michael
observed as they both struggled to catch their breath. Catherine had a
delicious vacant look on her face, whilst Ian fumbled with the ropes at her
wrists whilst still conjoined. Scrabbling to help out, Michael scooted over and
untied her ankles. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Brushing against Ian's legs he looked up at him. Ian looked
sweaty and spent but there was now a connection between them. They had shared
his wife. He knew that there would be an emotional lag between them all. There
is no thing as a unicorn. Without knowing why he leaned forward and kissed him.
Ian's mouth was harder than anything he had kissed before, he had never kissed
a man. The musky scent, slight stubble, thin lips. It was strangely tender and
delicate as they tentatively caressed each other's lips.</span></div>
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pulled out of Catherine and they rolled her off the coffee table. As Michael
held her, Ian reached over for the throw and wrapped it around her.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"You are a good girl," he murmured into her ear.
"Thank you for this evening. You are a good girl for satisfying your Sir
and Michael." He stroked her hair and kissed her softly whilst laying her
back into Michael's arms.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">They stayed there, three of them wrapped around each other.
Exchanging kisses and hugs, stroking and being tender. It may have started out
as a gentleman's agreement but it now looked as though it could be so much
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Synonym for<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">hot
bi babe (HBB)<span style="background: white;">, often derogatory, condescending,
or ironic. A bisexual person, usually though not always female, who is willing
to join an existing couple, often with the presumption that this person will
date and become sexually involved with both members of that couple, and not
demand anything or do anything which might cause problems or inconvenience to
that couple. - source, Urban Dictionary</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Author's note - I was ill, I lost my confidence and then I lost my mojo. This is the first piece of writing I have done in a while and I feel a touch rusty. On top of that I have tried something new (as is my want on my blog)...I have tried to write a 'straight' story. I hope you like it. I would like to thank Deepthought69 for psychologically holding my hand throughout my wobble.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"For goodness sake, I am sick of this. It really does
not matter how often I tell you how wonderful you are, how beautiful you are,
how much I love your body including your thighs. You’ll never believe it until
you work it out for yourself...gah!"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Joe slammed the bedroom door and stomped down the stairs
leaving Zoe looking at herself in the mirror. It had been a throw away comment
about her thighs being too fat and dimply. It was just a remark, one that
slipped out of her mouth without hooking itself onto any brain cells prior to
its exit. Now it was free and the damage had been done. She felt terrible;
about herself, about pushing Joe yet again, about how the demons from her past
kept returning to her, wraith like and frightening.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Zoe looked down at her thighs; they were serviceable, useful
but not what she would call her best asset. She always felt that they were on
the podgy side. Too much cellulite, too much fat, too much wobble. Her family
used to tease her when she was an awkward teenager, calling her names like
'thunder thighs'. It made her cringe and feel that slow burning heat of shame
at her own body. It was an ache that started in her stomach and ended in the
back of her throat, choking her train of balanced thoughts. Once the seed of it
had been planted it insinuated itself through her whole life and subsequently strangling
all of her actions, wrapping itself around and killing all good thoughts like
ivy. When she was a teenager she thought that she was repulsive. She avoided
going swimming and shuddered at the thought of<span style="color: red;"> </span>sarongs
when she went to the beach. She liked running, or rather that asthmatic
shuffling that she called jogging, but would only do it at night for fear that
others would see her perceived imperfections. She couldn’t even contemplate sex
with the lights on because it made her too anxious to enjoy any union,
naturally that curtailed most liaisons she had.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Joe worshipped her entire body but especially her legs,
those wonderful fleshy columns that held her up. He would spend hours
languishing between her thighs mesmerised by their beauty. He would breath up
and down them as though trying to steam up a mirror and have a mischievous grin
every time she shivered with excitement. He tickled and tripped his fingers
lovingly over the landscape of her legs.</span></div>
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mirror, naked and exposed. It had started with that foolish comment and Joe had
whipped the covers off and frog marched her across the room to face her own
reflection.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Look at yourself," he demanded. "Look at
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Heart racing and her mouth dry, she tensed her stomach to be
brave and steal a glance at her body. In the muted early evening light she
could see that her thighs were indeed rounded, possibly they could do with
being more toned. She frowned at her image.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Holding her so tightly that he left indentations in her
shoulders he shook her until she startled out of her stupor. Emotionally shaken
at the rough handling she blinked in response, her jaw lolling open like a
badly hinged trap door.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Trying to think of something to say as her mind suddenly
emptied of all coherent though. "Umm, err," she stammered. "They
are white," burst from between her puckered lips, "and creamy."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Nodding in encouragement Joe gave her another menacing
and possessive judder. "More," he commanded. She froze like a deer
trapped in headlights, unable to respond. He had stormed out in disgust at her
inability to express herself, it became obvious that she was devoid of anything
else to say about her thighs.<span style="color: red;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So there she stood the burning sensations in her eyes
indicated that hot, soft tears would roll from her eyes, eventually pooling and
dripping from her chin. The shame of the internal conflict. She knew that Joe
saw something that the wraiths did not and she hated disappointing him. From
her perspective he was everything good that her family weren't, letting him
down was one of the worst things that she could do.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She padded over to the bed and lay down on her back with her
knees bent, pointing towards the ceiling. In this position all the fat seemed
to slide down to her hips, leaving the expanse of her upper leg looking reasonably
attractive.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Come on girl, unless you get a grip of this it will
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Placing her palms on each thigh she lay there absorbing the
sensation. Feeling the heat from her hands, she just closed her eyes and
breathed. Gently, she started to move her hands over her skin, acknowledging
the change in textures. She noticed that all of her leg was soft. There were
fine little hairs that eased the flow of her moving hands. Subtle shifts in her
hands felt unusually good. Zoe was able to start appreciating not just what Joe
had said but the sentiment behind it. Disrespecting her body was similar to
disrespecting him in some way that she was not too clear about but it made
sense in her head.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Mumbling to herself she said, "They are white and
creamy and soft to the touch. Like dough but not the horrible dough, dough like
bread that you can knead, with a warmth that infuses your hands." Looking
at the silver tiger stripes of her stretch marks she thought that they were ok.
The strange mercury slivers cutting through the expanse of her skin, it gave
the view texture and interest in a way that was novel to her.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The inside of her thighs were softer and more furrowed with
stretch marks than the outside. The coarse patches of hair she had missed whilst
shaving would normally fill her with guilt but they only added to the tactile
sensation. Making soft, long sweeps of her thighs with her hands, exploring
this new expanse of delight made Zoe lose track of time. She became so wrapped
up with the pleasure of it she did not hear the bedroom door open and Joe enter
the room.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Tip toe-ing towards the bed he bent down and kissed her lips
startling her out of her reverie. "Good girl." A simple but potent
statement laced with all the connotations of love, joy and possession.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Zoe looked shocked because the concept that maybe her thighs
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right nurturing would blossom into a love of her thighs<span style="color: red;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i><b>This weeks' prompt is turning a comment from my blog into a post, this is my take on it. Being able to catch my readers off guard is a common theme with my
posts. I do it to make my work interesting and to keep you, my dear reader, stimulated </b></i></span><i style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>mentally</b></i><i style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>...as well as in other areas.</b></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ross breathed hotly on the back of his lover's neck, noticing a
little mole; not very large but one that looked like melted chocolate. It went
well with the freckles all over their body, that pale translucent,
delicate skin that redheads tended to have. However, he would always want to
nibble and lick that cocoa stained mole.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Entering his partner slowly Ross pushed so that their inner
walls held and caressed his cock. This tender act was one of love and
completion. Moving his hands over his lover he thrilled at the doughy flesh
with fine silk hairs adding to the sensory experience of it. He started to rock
his hips in a gentle motion. The aural stimulation of their combined moans and throaty murmurs
added to his incessant need that filled his body and made him thrust harder.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Thunk was the sound of the front door closing. A cold, wet
hand of fear covered his heart and throat and rapidly softened his cock. The
creeping death of guilt as he heard Claire ascent the stairs. Ross listened to
the wooden symphony of each step as her weight shifted onto it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In slow motion the bedroom door handle turned. Hang time
they called it in basketball. The moment stretched on like a geography class on
a sunny Friday afternoon. As the door opened she filled the frame with her fat,
lumpy middle aged silhouette.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Michael" she gasped, before being struck dumb
once more by the sight of her husband's illicit coupling.</span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00591836791343349628noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606468195334679676.post-2516868825413454062013-04-23T13:09:00.002-07:002013-04-23T13:09:48.864-07:00Reining - a dark tale<br />
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<span style="color: #222222; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The first blow connected with their eye socket, a beautiful strike. It
was like he had been taught in school, old pugilism lessons coming
back to him in lightening slivers. His body moved slowly of its own accord.
Left. Right. Left. Hook. Jab. Uppercut. Punches reigning down onto his
opponent. Was opponent the right word? Some might say victim but he would say
that he was justified in what he was doing. He was delivering justice. He was
doing the right thing; he was standing up and being a man.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">There was a sense of unreality in the scene, it was slow and the
sensations were strange; some were present and more intense, some were absent.
If this were a film, he reflected, then the images would come in snap shots and
there would be no sound track to add to the mood of the moment. Possibly the
colour would be slightly sepia in its tone, like a Guy Ritchie gangster movie,
adding an untold facet to the action.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He felt slightly removed as though he was watching this from afar. His
knuckles were warm from the beating but they were not sore despite being
bloodied. Was it his blood? He was not sure but it felt good. It was not a
feeling of warmth that he was experiencing, nothing of that nature, nothing so
trite. It was an incandescence that exuded from his core. Behind his tensed
stomach muscles came pure light and energy that filled him. An ecclesiastic
joy; a divine righteousness in what he was doing. This was not wrong, it was
meant to be.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The energy that he was generating flowed from him and into them by way
of the beating. His left hook connected with their mouth sending a crimson
spray across the wall. It came with a resounding click that registered as their
jaw breaking. No more would lies come forth from their mouth as their mandible
hung at a weird angle, tendrils of bloodied drool sliding from their face. They
would not be doing much in the weeks and months that were to come: nose broken,
one eye already swollen shut, one ear bleeding – he was not sure how he had
done that but he felt a smug superiority as he observed it.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The pride and vigour of this deliverance was making his cock hard. To
suggest that he was surprised would be too strong, it was just a physical thing
that happened. He contemplated thrusting his dick into their mouths and
spraying his cum down their throats in a final act of violation. Grabbing a
fist full of hair he wrenched them up to their knees from their sprawling
state. A pathetic, whimpering moan came out of their face. It might have been
pleading for him to stop but it was hard to tell. He didn’t care, it was not up
to them to make him to stop; he was in control, he would decide, he had the
power now, not them.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Holding the hair he shook it and smacked their head against the wall
gently, it was an almost tender act after the violence of the last few minutes.
It left a bloodied circular stain on the bedroom radiator. Then he let go,
allowing his life size marionette to fall to the floor. Removing his hard-on
from his pants he slid his hand along its length, delighting at the feel of it.
Warm and solid, it felt great as his movements speeded up of their own accord
his orgasm edging ever closer. It was fast and violent like the pounding had
been. He felt his climax judder out of him as he watched the white fuck rain
down, landing softly in their hair and on their battered face. It felt
complete, he felt complete. He had finished.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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another thought he folded his softening penis into his trousers; he turned and
left the room, feeling right and justified in his behaviour.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Those
who know me, know that I do not condone violence against anyone. So why write
this piece? The mind is a dark and wonderful place and I want to explore it
with you. I want to show you different sides to things, with this story I
wanted you to see inside the mind of an abuser, how they would think. Bad guys are rarely all bad and good guy are
not always a paragon of virtue. If we like or understand the mind of a baddie,
does that make us bad by association? Does it make us sympathise with them and
thus tainted like them? Food for thought. It is not to my mind an erotic story,
but it is wicked.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<a href="http://www.dominancebydesign.com/2013/03/easy-come-easy-go-look-at-orgasm-control.html" target="_blank">Easy Come Easy Go: A Look at Orgasm Control</a><br /> <a href="http://wholesexlife.com/2013/03/i-came-before-i-was-ready/" target="_blank">I came before I was ready</a><br /> <a href="http://www.domme-chronicles.com/2013/03/relationships-and-age-differences.html" target="_blank">Relationships and age difference</a><br /> <a href="http://lookingthrough.us/2013/04/polyannas-musings-different-is-good-right/" target="_blank">PolyAnna's Musings: Different is Good, Right?</a><br /> <a href="http://curvaceousdee.com/2013/04/proud-queer/" target="_blank">Seriously Proud Queer</a><br /> <a href="http://www.malflic.com/2013/03/25/spanking-kink-of-the-week/" target="_blank">Spanking Kink of the Week</a><br /> <a href="http://tiedtongues.blogspot.com/2013/04/how-to-be-good-in-bed.html" target="_blank">How to Be Good in Bed</a><br /> <a href="http://alwayseachother.blogspot.com/2013/04/a-thousand-small-unhappinesses.html" target="_blank">A Thousand Small Unhappinesses</a><br /> <a href="http://vaginaantics.com/2013/03/22/whats-in-a-number/" target="_blank">What's in a Number?</a><br /> <a href="http://cammiesonthefloor.blogspot.com/2013/03/the-absence-of.html" target="_blank">The Absence of</a><a href="http://sexylittleideas.com/how-to-tell-if-a-man-is-gay/" target="_blank">How to Tell if a Man is Gay</a><br /> <a href="http://hypatiablogs.wordpress.com/2013/03/19/nsfw18-stop-shitting-on-the-bottoms/" target="_blank">Stop Shitting on the Bottoms</a><br />
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<a href="http://ltasex.info/home/2013/4/1/allstate-is-anti-men-lets-talk-about-sex-5" target="_blank">It's Not Misandry, You're a Douchebag</a><br />
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<strong>CatalystCon</strong></h4>
<a href="http://geekynymph.com/catalyst-how-it-inspired/" target="_blank">Catalyst: How it Inspired</a><br />
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<a href="http://rebelsnotes.com/2013/03/caning-to-count-or-not-to-count/" target="_blank">Caning: To count or not to count</a><br /> <a href="http://historyofbdsm.com/2013/03/slavery-and-social-death-by-orlando-patterson/" target="_blank">Slavery and Social Death, by O. Patterson</a><br /> <a href="http://sexualdestinies.blogspot.com/2013/03/his-eyes-hungry-his-body-pleads-use-me.html" target="_blank">His Eyes Hungry. His Body Pleads: Use Me!</a><br /> <a href="http://littlegirllost.net/2013/03/28/toilet-whore/" target="_blank">Toilet Whore</a><br /> <a href="http://www.insatiabledesire.com/2013/03/24/and-then-i-apologized/" target="_blank">And then, I apologized.</a><br />
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<strong>Erotic Fiction</strong></h4>
<a href="http://www.johndstories.co.uk/wicked-wednesday-a-little-bit-of-confusion/" target="_blank">Wicked Wednesday: A little bit of confusion</a><br /> <a href="http://rachelkincaid4.blogspot.co.uk/2013/03/the-moment.html" target="_blank">The Moment</a><br /> <a href="http://bdswain.com/post/46509041294/detached" target="_blank">Detached</a><br /> <a href="http://misslilyspad.com/2013/04/03/waxing-lyrical/" target="_blank">Waxing Lyrical</a><br /> <a href="http://thebeautyofsubmission.blogspot.com.au/2013/04/the-l-word.html" target="_blank">The "L" word</a><br /> <a href="http://cfbergel.tumblr.com/post/47256168172/gorge" target="_blank">Gorge</a><br /> <a href="http://phlye.wordpress.com/2013/04/06/lolita-2013-part-three/" target="_blank">Lolita Twenty-Thirteen, Part Three</a><br /> <a href="http://www.erosofathena.com/2013/04/he-wins.html" target="_blank">Difficult</a><br />
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<strong>Erotic Non Fiction</strong></h4>
<a href="http://kissinbluekaren.com/2013/03/10/girl-on-girl/" target="_blank">Girl on Girl</a><br /> <a href="http://atrueunfolding.com/2013/03/26/the-moment-i-felt-owned/" target="_blank">The Moment I Felt Owned</a><br /> <a href="http://submissiveinseattle.wordpress.com/2013/03/19/tasting-her/" target="_blank">Tasting Her</a><br /> <a href="http://beingblacksilk.com/2013/03/29/acting-on-instructions/" target="_blank">Acting on Instructions</a><br /> <a href="http://www.aslutsmemoir.com/2013/04/final-cruise.html" target="_blank">Final Cruise</a><br /> <a href="http://thatsmessedupblog.blogspot.com/2013/03/quickie.html" target="_blank">Quickie</a><br /> <a href="http://perverticallyvirtuous.wordpress.com/2013/03/30/a-lazy-sadistic-orgasm/" target="_blank">A Lazy Sadistic Orgasm</a><br /> <a href="http://adissolutelifemeans.com/2013/04/02/i-had-8-days-of-sex/" target="_blank">I had 8 days of sex.</a><br /> <a href="http://heelsnstocking.blogspot.co.uk/2013/03/an-hour-together-on-monday.html" target="_blank">An hour together </a><br /> <a href="http://glimpsesofdave.blogspot.com/2013/04/cheerful-disappointment.html" target="_blank">Cheerful Disappointment</a><br /> <a href="http://www.silverdropstoybox.com/2013/03/what-is-erotic.html" target="_blank">What is Erotic?</a><br /> <a href="http://ladypandorah.com/2013/04/06/the-coin-flip/" target="_blank">The Coin Flip</a><br /> <a href="http://pennysdirtythoughts.com/playing-with-adam/" target="_blank">Playing with Adam</a><br /> <a href="http://mysexlifewithlola.com/2013/03/30/winter-lewd-part-vi-a-trip-to-the-hardware-store/" target="_blank">A Trip to the Hardware Store</a><br /> <a href="http://www.dirtylittlewhispers.com/fall-from-grace/" target="_blank">Fall From Grace</a><br />
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Eroticon</h4>
<a href="http://plumptiouspea.wordpress.com/2013/03/22/a-somewhat-different-eroticon-2013-post-pt-1/" target="_blank">A Somewhat Different Eroticon2013 4~part Post</a><br />
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Poetry</h4>
<a href="http://songsoflustandlonging.wordpress.com/2013/03/16/the-dark-place/" target="_blank">The Dark Place</a><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Is there much?" I ask, my voice drugged by sleep.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"About an inch," he replies. His head is poking
through the curtains which frame his face like long hippy hair. A pasty bottom
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The statement makes me ponder and wonder what an inch would
feel like. An inch of this hard, kidskin encased cock in my mouth, allowing my
tongue to tease and stroke it in mouth watering excitement. An inch of his
tongue in my pussy, coaxing juices and shy orgasms from between my lips. An
inch of his thick finger up my arse, exciting forbidden senses; making me buck
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Stretching and insinuating myself between the covers, I
squeeze my thighs together in an attempt to simulate the physical yearning of
my wanton thoughts. My smooth, doughy thighs; warm and responsive to the touch.
I lie in my snug cocoon, wanting to be invaded and used. Desiring with my soul
to discover what one inch will feel like in all of its various forms. My lusty
need building and rising slowly within me, developing into a near wolverine
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Idly scratching your rear and sniffing you grumble,
"Fucking white shit, I hate the snow. Makes work difficult. Hell, I'm late
already and this just makes it worse."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Turning away to go to the bathroom you catch my eye and are
puzzled by my expression. I feel the tension within me ebb away, replaced by a corrosive
disappointment eroding my heart.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"You ok?" you yawn, scraping at your balls.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Rolling onto my front and burrowing my head in a drift of
pillows to disguise and protect you from my feelings; I mutter, "I'm fine,
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Accepting this at face value regardless of its plastic and
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work. I had already messaged them privately and stated that I did not want to
put my comments on a public forum and that 140 characters was just not enough.
When they tweeted me again I replied that I thought their writing was bad.
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My initial reaction was that I could have been a whole lot
worse, I could have been rude, I could have let rip but what good would that
do? None what so ever. I like to try to encourage writers of any level to keep
writing. I think writing is such an important method of communication be it
within you in the form of writing therapy or communication to a reader.</span></div>
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enough. However, I have partly been thinking about it because I kept asking
myself if I could have done it better, handled it better, been nicer?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> My current piece of
work that came back from the publishers was savaged, it was ripped to pieces
and then force fed me via email. It hurt. I went "ouch". I closed the
email and a couple of days later I was skyping with a friend of mine who is a
screen writer and whose opinion and writing I value. I told him that I had been
savaged and he just said "Aaaahhh" and nodded sagely.
"Writing," he went on, "that is worth savaging is a good thing
because bad writing is either pandered to and the writer is patted on the head,
or they are simply fired."</span></div>
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harshly. It will make the finished product more robust and more polished. It
will make the reader have a better and more pleasurable experience from perusing
my work. It does not matter what genre I write in (I write in many) if I cannot
communicate smoothly and with some level of sophistication to my audience, then
what they hell am I doing? More to the point why are they reading it? There are
so many blogs and papers out there that readers can afford to be choosy so it
is up to me as a writer to make my product as polished as possible.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The person has said that their family like their work. Well,
here's the crunch, so do mine. They even like the stuff that is rubbish. God
bless them. I think it is something to do with them loving me and only saying
nice things because they are proud of me. This makes me all squishy inside and
puts a soppy smile on my face. However, it does not improve my writing! If I
want honest feedback I will send it to my editor, or someone who's work I value
who can critique it in the knowledge that they have nothing to gain by being
nice to me. They will spot the flaws that I have overlooked. This usually
happens in emails because more can be written and it can be discrete. I can go
away and digest this information in private and then put it into action. I actively
seek out people who will tear holes in my work, so that I can make it stronger.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I have been writing for years and with this comes a certain
level of confidence in my work. I look back at some of my earlier stuff and
sometimes I nod my head and think that I have done well, other times I cringe
and wonder why people paid me money for that. It is a learning curve, one that
I will never leave. I recently started writing erotica so I could learn more,
to throw myself into a new challenge and to see if I could survive. What this
has done is allowed me to develop a thick skin; to be able to roll with the
punches, deal with the trolls and the bad reviews and (here is the crucial bit)
pick myself up and learn from it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Could I have been nicer to that poor writer? I have no
solution. In writing this piece I was hoping to find some solace but it alludes
me. I do feel that I may have done them a favour by being honest. Being honest
is not about pandering to egos and being nice, nor is it about being cruel like
Simon Cowell. It is about expressing my opinion and being aware that it may not
be the same as the person next to me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So to that writer, I really hope that you are reading this.
I really hope that I have not disheartened you. I want you to go back to your
computer and cast an eye over your work and find out why I said what I did. BUT
I want you to get back in the saddle and keep writing too, learn from it, grow,
expand, become better.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Hello my dear beloved reader. How are you today? I hope you
are well. If you have come in search of some snippet of well written erotica I
fear you may find me wanting today. Instead I have a favour to ask of you. Are
you sitting comfortably? Then I will begin.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I have been set a writing challenge by a very close
'friend'. Since I started putting my fiction work out there only 3 months ago,
I have been delighted with the love and support that you have shown me. I have
watched the analytics of my site flash and grow with every post that I put out
there (hell, I would even go so far as to say that I now have a fan base). So
has my 'friend', and this is where their little writing challenge started to
take root. You see, they challenged me that I could get my writing read in any
country they chose. Fairly confident about that I laughed and said
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">However, like all good challenges there is a catch, a
forfeit. For ever day that the chosen country does not appear on my analytics I
get a stroke of the cane. Please let me be clear dear reader, I am really not
into pain, it does not float my boat and does not turn me on, quite the
reverse. I thought about it and upon reflection felt that I could take one
cropping per day without too much bother. My 'friend' then told me that the strokes would be saved up until my blog had been read in the chosen country.
Thus if it takes 20 days for my blog to be read there on the day that I achieve
it I will get 20 lashes with the cane.
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Now, whilst I know that some of you delicious people are
sadists and might relish the thought of this erotica writer getting her come
uppance. I also know that sadism is no fun without a willing masochist and I am
no masochist; I have other tendencies but that is not one of them.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The first country is Italy. My thoughts run to images of handbags,
leather goods, Venice, romance and some bloody good wines. So, for the sake of
my love for you and the love of my currently welt free bottom, please get this
post read by someone...anyone, in Italy.</span></div>
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