Escape (Story)

I hate family events, I mean really hate them. From the "You scrub up well" to the "Why did you have to get another tattoo?"

But then I never expected to see him there. I don't know why I didn't, I mean he's a family friend so why not? And I've been fantasising about fucking him for so long it's been driving me crazy. Not that I ever expected anything. He always seemed so nice, and clean cut. Dare I say almost good for me?

So when I finally get him all alone and to myself we talk, am I single? Oh hell yeah. How can a nice girl like me be single? How sweet, you still think I'm nice. I'm tired of this almost flirting and feeling like I'm under the microscope of my family. I smile that half smile, pull my hair out of my eyes, lean over, one hand on his thigh and the other on his shoulder and whisper "Let's get the fuck out of here, just for an hour or I swear I'll go mad."

"OK." Damn, I didn't think it'd be that easy. I lead us out a back door out of the house, and round the corner. I pull him down the road and lean my back against the wall, pulling him into me and kissing him. He wraps his arms around my waist and kisses me back. Hey, when did being subtle get you anywhere? He ran his hands over my body, and I reached under his shirt and raked my nails down his chest. He wrapped my hair in his fingers pulling my head to the side and kissed my ear and down my neck.

"Lets go somewhere a little more private." The joys of having a house in the middle of nowhere is that there's plenty of feilds for a little privacy. Well, more private than this anyway. We hurried off to a feild a few minutes away. We dropped to the grass and he was on top of me. He pulled my skirt up and my underwear off, stuffing it into my mouth. He turned me over and pulled me onto my hands and knees. I heard him undo his jeans and he was soon inside me, fucking me hard. I moaned through my underwear. Then a finger slid into my arse, and I pushed back against it. He pulled out of my driping cunt and then he was in my arse, stretching my tight hole and it felt amazing. I started rubbing my clit with one hand which he pulled away and held in an arm lock behind my back.

He pulled out and turned me over, and took my underwear out of my mouth, grabbed my hair and forced my head down over his cock, ripping my top down and slapping my tits as I choked on his cock. He pushed me back down and was back inside my arse and rubbing my clit until I came. He pumped into my arse harder and harder until he filled my arse with his spunk. We lay on the grass breathless, he finally turned to me, put an arm around me.

Holy Crap!

So it's like eight o'clock in the morning, we've been out clubbing all night and the night before. And we are trashed, and exhausted, we ache, and finally we have stripped off and crawled into bed. We are already sweaty and gross and really should just be going to bed. Well we're in bed, that's close enough right?

He puts his arms around me and kisses me, and his hands run all over my body, and his fingers find my already wet cunt, and are inside me making me moan into his shoulder as I kiss it. My hands are all over his body and then he pulls me on top of him. I slide him inside me and his hands are all over my chest, strong but soft. My eyes lock onto his as I ride him until I am biting my lip to stop from screaming the entire flat down around me. I orgasm and it feels like my entire body has gone off like a rocket and I collapse on top of him totally breathless. He rolls me onto my back and it all gets a little hazy from there. When it is over we lay gasping for breath in each other's arms and nuzzle each other. The next thing I know it's some time in the afternoon.

Sex with Storm is way more addictive than crack, fizzy cola bottles and anything else I can think of! I've not been able to concentrate at work!

Fighting Back

An idea from a conversation between Mist and I.

But as I wrote through this I couldn't decide if Taming the Beast might not be a better title. You decide.

He wanted a challenge, and he certainly got it. She was like a coiled spring her body crouched and slightly bent, her legs bent and the knees and up on her toes. She was ready to meet his next move, matching every movement he made with one of her own. What he found so strange was the way that she moved, it seemed so unnatural yet completely comfortable to her. It was strange to him, he who owned her completely, or so he though. No one owned this side of her. There was a definace in this wild, naked woman. And a challenge in her eyes that dared him to even try and catch her.

He made a grab at her slender arm, and it dissapeared beneath him to be replaced by a sweeping almost claw like hand to his arm. He pulled away, shocked at her speed. But he had one thing that she did not. Strength. And he did not plan to lose to his wild girl. This was his idea and he would always feel like he would never completely own her until he had taken control of this almost inhuman side to her. He took another grab at her, this time for her hair which was trailing wild in her face. But again she was already gone and diving behind him with a bizarre agility. There was nothing graceful or cat like about it, yet it was beautiful in it's own way. She landed behind him on all fours and was diving at his back. But this time he was too quick fer her and he threw her down.

She landed on her shoulder with a grunt and this time was up much slower. She barely managed to miss the kick intended to keep him down and went for him while she had him off balance. The force she piled into him with as she bundled her tiny but powerful body into him sent them both flying and hitting the ground hard. She went into his bare chest with her teeth. She bit down hard enough to taste his blood, and in that moment they both thought she had won. He gathered his thoughts and grabbed her by the hair and throat forcing her away. She swiped out with paw like hands and a wild look in her eye. He threw her away like a broken doll. He glanced grabbed the rope and looked down on her as she pulled herself together. He could see between her legs was slick with her juices. She rose up again but he was prepared. She threw herself at him again, he could tell she was becoming desperate, and tired. He was much bigger and heavier and grabbed her body and threw it down without much of a problem.

She landed on her front and he was on top of her before she could turn, a knee in her back, pinning her once and for all. She still did not give up. Snarling and clawing in a desperate bid to right herself. He grabbed her wild mess of hair and forcing her face down with a force that would later bruise her cheek. One hand went to her head trying to fight off his hand. The other he grabbed and forced behind her back and tying it at the wrist. Using the rope to hold it in place he grabbed the other wrist and forced it back, tying it to the other wrist.

Next was her legs. They had been flailing around but now were completely still. It almost seemed too calm to belong to the deep ragged breaths and growls coming from his captive. He pulled his leg away and she moved as quick as her bonds would allow and was on him, teeth bared and ready to keep going. He struck her across the face knocking her back, but again she came at him. He had more time now, and he grabbed his next length of rope. He forced her down again and sat on her chest, it took a while to tie her legs but eventually with a lot of throwing around had tied her ankles to her thighs. She was bent in an uncomfrtable looking tie still looking up and still full of fire.

He had become as aroused as she, who was now so wet the insides of her thighs were slick with sweat and her juices. He posisioned her with her arse in the air and fucked her. She was exhausted, beaten and broken. He continued to slap and scartch at her skin as she still tried to wrestle and slowly gave in to her captor. He reached his climax and left her there just for a minute. Watching the rise and fall of her body as her breathing became regular again. He untied her and they curled up in each other arms.

The Owner

"One day, I will own you."

Those words resonated through her mind, and became a feeling that washed over her whole body, one place in particular. He made her heart beat faster and the breath catch in her chest. It had been that way since the day they first met. He could offer her the control she sought, and in return she could offer him herself completely.

At the end of their first date she was told she was not allowed to play with herself without his permission. Although she could ask for it. Days in and she still hadn't asked, although they were talking at every chance they got. She was waiting for him to tell her she could. There was something about him, his voice, perhaps? Or maybe that way he had with her that somehow managed to make her feel completely safe and yet at the same time like she was throwing herself to the lions? But something about him just drew her in and she could not resist him.

She didn't know what was going to happen next, but she couldn't wait to find out...

That Story

Well I have very much got myself a case of writers block, so I put it to you lot what read it. What happens next in this here story

Start of a story

Kneeling on the floor, naked with the exception of a collar, my legs open, my head down and my eyes closed. I'd be in trouble if I was caught looking, and even if I did dare open my eyes I wouldn't want to and risk seeing my heart beating so hard I think it's going to escape my chest.My palms are sweating as they sit upturned on my knees. I don't realise you are behind me as my mind is racing and I'm trying to catch onto a coherant thought, until you run your fingers through my hair. Making me jump.

I feel your hand on my face, gently guiding my face to yours, you kiss me on the forehead. You're being too nice, what brutal thing do you have planned for me? I know you far too well to know this won't last. But I'll enjoy it while it lasts. I wait to be cuffed, as you usually do. But this time you have something else in store for me. This time you have decided that you want to wrap me in clingfilm. As layer after layer goes on it becomes harder and harder to move, and only my head is left free. But a posture collar means I cannot move my head. Finally a blindfold and a gag is added.

Your hands over my body leaves a slowly cooling trail of warmth across my body. Across my arms, chest, legs, but not able to get to between my legs to sate the urge burning inside me. The sudden feel of a pinwheel across one of my nipples makes me jump. Then across my chest to the other nipple and down my body. Once you've had your fun with the pinwheel you rip two holes in th clingfilm and free my nipples, and add clamps making me gasp around my gag.

I'll finish this later I promise.

My Happy New Year

Right first off, hope you all had a great new year whatever you were doing or not doing.

Secondly if I can get through telling the story of my new year without getting insanely horny and distracted then I have achieved something very special.

We'd had a bit to drink between Fyn and I, although we weren't drunk. Even if my hiccups were at the time the funniest thing ever. Somehow the subject of porn came up, and we ended up putting some on my laptop. Fyn was pretty turned on and so was I so I leaned down and started sucking him off. We decided to take ourselves and the porn upstairs to bed and he told me to strip. He climbed into bed with me and began slapping my tits while I wanked him off. I was dripping at this point so he finally fucked me. He slapped me, pulled my hair, pinched my nipples and called me a dirty whore and a filthy slut. He then pulled out and told me not to move and he came over me and rubbed his cum over my body. But I still hadn't cum yet and was going a bit crazy by now, He slid his fingers into me and fucked me hard but before I could cum from that he pulled out and stuck them in my arse and fucked my arse with his fingers while I rubbed my clit. The orgasm was amazing.

Well I had to condense it a little but I got through it. Shame he's still fast asleep upstairs I really want to cum again now but I can't without permission.

The next thing I write

I won't be online much this next rew days, largely due to work. But I was thinking about what I would write next. Of course if I play with Fyn or anything similar then of course I will write about that. And try and go into much more detail than usual. That's if, the people that read this want me to of course. (Dear readers do let me know.) I was wondering if people liked my little stories and if people wanted them to continue. I was thinking of writing about one of my kinks in the future. If anyone is interested.

Spirit

Story

I couldn't sleep last night, so I wrote this, and I thought I may as well share it with you.

He has told me to strip and get on my knees, so I am naked on the floor head down waiting for him. He had that look in his eyes that he really wants to hurt me. More than usual. I can already feel myself getting wet waiting for him. Waiting. Waiting. It was driving me mad, like it could go on forever. I don't dare call out to him to hurry up, he'll hurt me more if I do. And I'm already unsure if I'll be able to take what he wants to give me. I want to be able to. I don't want to let him down. I am filling with fear, and that's turning me on more. It's driving me crazy, and I'm really pissed with myself for being so turned on by the fear. I'm stubborn and headstrong, he tells me that all the time. I think tonight he is going to knock some of that stubbornness out of me.

Finally he comes in. I can hear his footsteps, but I don't dare look up. I don't dare move a muscle. If I stay really still maybe he'll forget I'm here. I can feel him behind me. Suddenly his hand has a fistful of my hair pulling my head back and my arse off my knees. He is naked, and his hard cock is right in my face. I think he is going to make me suck him off. But he isn't. He looks down at me, I don't feel brave enough to look him in the face. But it turns out I don't have a choice.

“Look at me you filthy slut.” He spits at me. “You have been running around here getting far too fucking cheeky, and it's about time someone reminded you of your place.”

He lets go of my hair and pushes me away. He walks away from me I can hear his feet on the floor. He gets something from the table, it's a pair of cuffs. He buckles them and locks them onto my wrists which are now trapped behind my back. Then I can hear him pick up something else from the table. It's a ring gag. I try to resist, I hate wearing them, they are uncomfortable and make me drool all over myself. He slaps me across the face. My cheek is burning and I am still in shock. I resist again and he slaps me harder and kicks in the shoulder just hard enough to knock me on my back. He straddles my chest, and my wrists dig into my back hurting me.

“Don't fucking complain, bitch. I tried to do this the easy way, but you had to be fucking stubborn about it. So are you going to behave next time and not fight me. Cause you know I'll win. Stupid slut.”

He gags me and pulls me back up awkwardly by my arm and my hair. He pulls my head back and slides his cock into my mouth. Spit is already starting to drip down my chin, and he starts moving in and out of my mouth faster. I gag and he pulls out. After letting me take a few deep breaths he starts fucking my mouth again, rougher this time, pushing my head down harder each time. My head hurts where he has been pulling on my hair. But he doesn't care, he is getting his pleasure. If this is I I'm getting off lightly.

But this isn't all he has in mind for me. He pulls out and pushes me back to the floor. He has brought a chair into the middle of the room. He pulls me to my feet and throws me down. I look a mess. My hair is all over my face and in places stuck to it, there's spit down my face and tits, and juices dripping down my thighs. He notices this as I stand up.

“You dirty fucking whore. Does it turn you on to be treated like what you are?” I nod, and he shoves me down onto the chair. He unclasps cuffs so my hands fall to my sides. I try to make a run for it. He grabs me harshly by my left tit and a sharp pain shoots through me, and I end up back in the chair and in more trouble than I already was.

He doesn't say anything, just runs a rope through my cuffs and ties me to the chair. Then he ties my ankles. He takes my gag off and strikes me across the face again. He doesn't need to tell me not to try anything like that again. We both know if I could I wouldn't. He has a marker pen in his hand. He writes something on my forehead. I don't know what it is, and I don't think I want to. Then he wipes my chest down and writes something on each tit too. I can feel they are big letters. I know he's going to make me look. But I really don't want to.

He takes photos of me. I can feel the first tears trickling down my face. The bastard! How could he do this to me? He moves a mirror in front of me, and I close my eyes. I can't believe he's doing this to me. He puts clamps on my nipples and I gasp.

“Look in the mirror.” He whispers in my ear. So I look up. I have “Whore” written across my forehead, and “Slut” and “Cunt” across my tits in big black letters. Fresh tears start to run down my face. He grabs the chain and pulls it and places it in my mouth. “Don't you dare drop it.” He says and starts to rub my clit. “You're fucking loving this aren't you? You fucking disgust me you dirty whore.” He keeps rubbing and I know it won't be long until I am cumming all over his fingers. I don't want to, I want to defy him, but what's the use? He'll win. We both know that I can't defy him. That's why I love him. Even if I do hate him right now.

“Please can I cum sir?” I say, my teeth clenched around the chain.

“No.” His fingers gone. And I'm left frustrated.

He unties me and removes the nipple clamps. A fresh wave of pain flushes over my chest. This pain is made worse when he bends me over the chair my tits pushing into the seat and my wrists clipped behind my back again. I can feel cold lube dripping down between my cheeks. Then a gloved finger slides into my tight hole. It glides in and out then soon another finger and another and I am moaning loudly begging for more. He stretches my tight hole so it can take that hard cock. He pushes me to the floor and starts fucking my arse. He starts gets harder and faster and I am begging him not to stop. I finally feel him cum inside me. He climbs off, takes my clips off and leaves me where I am.

“Clean yourself up you're a fucking disgrace. And don't you dare give yourself an orgasm.” He gets up, walks out and leaves me laying on the floor. Still horny but I've learnt my lesson.