Egyptian Cotton

The shirt draped his shoulders like a cloak of a regal. His masculinity covered except for the the few teasing buttons at the top. The collar, sharp and crisp against his dark, tanned neck, gave way to a face that sculptors dream of creating. A chiselled look set him as a man that could melt the hearts of anyone that dared to look. His eyes, a deep blue only found in the deepest oceans, focused on my own dark earthen eyes. He stepped towards me in the setting sun, the call of birds answering each footfall. I looked on in awe, a veritable god was walking towards me, confidence and sexuality oozed from every pore. I felt my heart race, my nerves longing for his touch. Oh, his touch! Fingers, as soft as a petal from a rose, sent notions of sensual thoughts through my skin. He is nearer, his chest rising at each breath, his muscles tightening underneath the Egyptian cotton containing them. He reaches me, my arousal plain to the audience around us. Their eyes looked on at this silent exchange, where hearts and minds battled to tame themselves. He reached for me, his hands touching my cheek. Electricity shot through my spine. Oh how I wanted him! I looked down to his shorts, and my delight is heightened by what I see. He moves to my hair, playing with each strand like a string on a harp. I couldn't take no more, reaching for his shirt, wanting to give in to the beast that wants to claim and dominate this god standing before me. But his power over me strengthens, His face leaning in closer, until I can feel his breath on my neck. Muscles twitched along his neck line, coaxing me into reacting to him. I did, settling my wanting mouth to his neck, tasting his skin at each kiss. He responds in kind, every touch of those lips of his making my heart skip a beat each time. He whispers to my ear, a sound so soft that I could barely hear him over my heart. 'Let me take you away for a while, to a place where only few dream of going.' How could I refuse? I offer my hand, shaking at the prospect of this man having his way with me. He takes it, leading his young prey to somewhere where my dreams can come true with him. We reach my room, my own masculine domain, where the hearts of those who have surrendered to me for pleasure. Now, it was my turn to feel such pleasure. The door shuts behind us, and his hand reach for my waist, peeling my cotton tee away from my trembling body. I let him lead me, knowing that I can not take control of this god-like creature for my own devious plans, rather letting fulfil them for me. He undressed me in the sun-kissed room, leaving me bare at the open windows, the eyes of those who we were with watching my every move. This fact alone sent a wave through me, knowing that, not only am I going to be sent to the heavens with this man, but also knowing that those I love will be watching me from the ground. He wraps his arms around me, noticing that his shirt was gone. And so was his shorts. He whispers once more, the last words I will here before the day is gone. 'Now is the time for you to let go.' I smiled to myself, catching his form in the reflection of the window. I leaned forward, parting myself, waiting for his manhood to take me away. I felt him slide inside me, his thick cock filling me no other has before. He teased me for a moment, sliding himself and then pulling out again. He repeats his actions, my ass wanting more of him. He gets into a rhythm, causing wave upon wave to crash through my body, I couldn't hold any more, my resolve dissipating with each thrust. I let out a moan, load and long, capturing the attentions of those below us. I watched their faces as they recognised me, their jaws dropping, gasps escaping them. One of them, the only person within  the group who had designs on the man sending me to the stratosphere, raised her hands and clapped quietly, a smile telling me that she wants to know how he felt, how he touched. I smiled at the eyes below me, and then allowed myself to become absorbed into him...

No Retreat, No Surrender...

I have fought many foes in my lifetime, and have overcome some impossible odds, but the one battle that tested me to the limits was the battle of Harlington fields. It was a grey afternoon, a short time after Guy Fawkes night I believe and the promise of rain seemed distant. I was visiting relatives near the park, where my crew waited. I spent quite a time there, talking mainly family gossip and past incidents. I left there after a few questioning texts off of Jimmy. I hit the field and crossed to where they were, smoking local grade and sharing a bottle of gin. We sat there for a while, organising our plans for the night, until Tetron noticed a small group of local hoods at the other end of the field. We ignored them, carrying on with the conversation at hand. I kept glancing back at them, weary of unknown crews near us. A car pulled up near them, and a few more kids joined them. Then more cars pulled up, spewing more hoods. This wasn't looking good. The others noticed it as well, so we started to pack up and head towards the side entrance. But we couldn't pass. Several more guys blocked our route out. Intel mentioned something about entrapment. I knew what he meant. It has been known when one crew has been outflanked by rivals, and were nigh on slaughtered. Hell, even the Angels used such tactics before. We headed back the way we came, trying for the main entrance of the park. The now larger group were heading towards us. Shit, I thought. I made a heada count of the gang heading up. Roughly thirty of them, not including the group at the side entrance, to our  thirteen. I was not liking the look of it and said as much to Jimmy. He agreed, and spoke to the group as a whole.

"Angels, pull your blades, this is going to be a messy fight."

We did. The gang, coming from both sides now, were boxing us in. In front of us, we had the bulk of the enemy, to the right, the rest of them. To the back and left, a thick, tall hedgerow and stell security fencing. The crew that faced us stopped at the wooden fence surrounding the children's playground we took refuge in. One of them spoke to us, and I knew the guy as Charlie, the main who Intel and I done a disposal job for a few weeks back.

"We want Azrael. Give us him, and we let you go free."

"And if we don't?" Arch shouted out.

"You will die."

"Fuck you! You ain't having him!" Made replied, holding his cleavers ready.

"Then so be it," Charlie said, pulling a switch blade from his pocket. "Get them!"

They Charged us, climbing over the fencing and rushing through the gate. As they were after me, the Angels formed a defensive ring around me, but it wasn't enough. A few broke through the protection, swinging their weapons at me. I ducked out, rolling on the floor, rising up and slashing at a groin. Blood poured, a man's screams roared out. I rose up to stand, punching the other attacker to the floor. I slammed my boot into his neck, and turned to face another. He carried an axe, swinging the heavy blade for my head. I dodged again, aiming a stab for his gut. It connected, driving deep into his stomach. Pulling out, I looked for K in the onslaught. I saw her fall, a tyre iron clipping her head. I saw red from there, and went into a frenzy. I jumped onto her attacker, slashing and stabbing at him. I took him down, turning on anyone who dared to get at me.

I can't remember much else, the rest of the battle being a blur. I remember flashes of steel, blood spray splashing  on my leather jacket, an axe I picked up, cutting into a leg. The screams of those that were down, both theirs and the Angels. A glass bottle stabbing at my face, nicking my chin. Tame body, never been felled in a fight before, dropping at the slash of a cleaver. Lil'Jim tackling a guy, while Tetron stuck a knife in the opponents chin. It felt like hours, slashing, stabbing, punching kicking, anything to repel the attack. They never gave up, pushing us further towards the corner. Bodies were everywhere, many writhing in pain, some weren't.

I locked eyes on Charlie, and I lunged for him, swinging for his neck. He parried, slashing his switch blade at my back. I felt the steel cut through my jacket, opening skin, drawing blood. I roared in pain, but kept going. The image of K dropping burned in my mind, my anger, my hate, every emotion boiling it's way out. I threw the axe I had found at him, and it connected with his arm, digging into his wiry frame. He fell, screaming at the site of his blood. I looked around, hoping for another target. There weren't any.

Out of every person that was in the fight, only six remained, including me. Four Angels, two attackers. The last two were soon dropped, and I called for the four still standing, Arch, Tetron, and Lil'Jim, to grab the others. I found Lady K, out cold from the blow to the head. I grabbed her, picking her up and slinging her over my shoulder. Tame, dazed from the blood loss, trying to stand. I pulled him to his feet, telling him to find the others that fell. We rounded up the others, grabbing anything else that we could find. Weapons mainly, some ours, many of them theirs, plus a few valuables that were scattered during the battle. I stopped at the sight of Charlie, trying to make phone call. I rested K on Arch's shoulder, and said to everyone to head for the cars. I went over to Charlie, kicking his phone away.

"What do you want from me?" I asked him, my venom clear for him to see.

"You destroyed my brother, you cunt!"

"What? When?" I had my foot on his bad arm, applying pressure when I said those words. He yelped in pain.

When we last met, you prick! You broke his back! He can't walk any more!"

"So you wanted blood? Huh, fair enough. I you want it, then here it is." I wiped my finger across my cut chin. I wiped it across his face, eye to lip.

"Here's your blood." I kicked him in his face, knocking him out. I jogged back to the others, taking K on my shoulder, and lifting a bloody Jimmy up to support his weakened frame. He went to speak but I silenced him.

"We will talk when we get to safety."

We got to the cars, piling the wounded into the back seats. Arch and Lil'Jim drove us back to Jimmy's place. The ride was quiet, no one wanted to say anything. We got there, carried the wounded out into the living room. We looked a sorry state. Everyone bore wounds, blood spatter covered our clothing. I got Tetron to help me work on the more serious wounded. It took a while, binding wounds, stitching those that wee too open to leave. It was well into the night by the time I had finished, and I desperately needed a drink. I went out into the garden, and Jimmy was there, resting from the work I had dome on his face. He had cuts all over his face, plus a deep wound in his forearm. He was smoking a cigarette, and offered me one when I sat down with my glass of water I grabbed.

"Colin, what the fuck was that about?" I hated it when he calls me by my real name.

"Remember the job me and Intel done a few nights back? Well, the guy we got the gear from wanted revenge for me breaking his brother's back."

"You what?"

"yeah, That whole mess, all that blood spilt today, was in the name of family honour."

"Fuck, and he pulled that many people? Damn, he must be popular."

"Well, there are big families out in Harefield, I wouldn't be surprised if they were related to him in some way or form."

"Hmm, could just well be."

I finished my cigarette in silence, allowing the adrenaline rush that flowed through my body for the best part of the day. I didn't stop moving for a good eight hours, trending to wounds, checking the others out for any other  injuries. I still hadn't woken up yet, and I was getting worried. So I went back in to the living room, and check on my Lady. Her face, covered in blood, looked so peaceful at that moment. I gently shook her, hoping for a sign. She stirred, and I felt relief. She started, her version of events coming into focus. She looked around at the familiar surroundings, seeing the Angels, tattered and torn from the fight. She looked at me, holding a cloth to wipe her face with. She smiled, taking the cloth to clean up.

"Ouch, my head hurts."

"You took a blow to the head babe, I almost lost you out there."

"Oh, how's the others?"

"They're OK, a lot of them are out of it, but they'll live."

"Hmm, you been playing doctor ain't you?"

"Well, you were out of action, someone had to."

"Nice one. You done good Az, and thank you for all that you done tonight."

"Heh, no problem."

I gave her a kiss and told her to rest up. She obliged, though it took a while. She's the mothering type, making sire everyone else is good before her. I checked on the others, carried a few upstairs so they had somewhere more comfortable to rest in, and went down to clear up, and go through what we had found. A few axes, more knives and blades, a bit of cash from the wallets we got, a few phones, and some jewellery. Other than that, not a lot. I went out to check on Jimmy. He fell asleep on the chair. I left him to it. I went back to the living room. Everyone else was asleep too. I sat next to a sleeping K, and dropped myself.

Friday Fill-Ins!

And...here we go!

1. On vacation, I like to relax by the sea...
2. I will always have fun in the ocean.
3. One of my favorite vacation spots is Eastbourne.
4. A kiss under a full moon.
5. Up, up and away to new waters.
6. Bananas should never have been boats.
7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to partying, tomorrow my plans include a hotel room and Sunday, I want to recover!

She had been holding that pose for the last few hours. God my ass aches, she thought to herself. The heat of the lamp aiming at her made her skin bead with sweat. Scratchings of charcoal, the gentle blows of moist lips, filled the quiet room. The tutor, a slim, dark-skinned woman contrasted to her pure white shirt, floated around the room. She had stopped at one of the students, coaching on her line work. The bell outside the room tolls for the end of class, the tutor calls to the others 'Tomorrow, we will delve further into our study of Chiaroscuro.' The students left, leaving the model and the tutor alone in the spacious room. 'You did well, for a first timer.' 'Thank you, I was starting to ache holding that pose.' The model reached for her robe, but the tutor got there first. 'Here, let me.' she said, her voice tinged in seduction. The model stretched her arms behind her, her excitement growing. The tutor's breath touched her neck, sending chills down her spine. 'You are beautiful, wouldn't mind drawing you myself...' She trailed off, her hands sketching her models outline...

Two Conflicting Thoughts...

I've been thinking. In all my time of working on things that needed doing in my life this year, I haven't got a clue as to where I'm going. Should I carry on this road that I am walking, or should I take the turn off? If let's say, for example, I take the sum of everything I have accomplished and compare it to what I hoped to have done, it just doesn't add up. Yes, I have vastly improved my love life, creating a network that rivals even Alex's impressive list, and yes, I have learned a lot more about myself, and yes, I am on track to completing my mission, but has it been enough? Back in September, I hoped that I would be doing what I wanted to be doing by now, a regular life with all the trimmings, but I haven't made it. Have I failed though? In my opinion, no I don't think so. I think that certain parts of my life are just taking longer than they should. Maybe it's the current state of affairs, maybe it's that the distractions of life (not sex mind) took more dominance than the more key elements that needed focus. Or, in all honesty, I'm getting lazy. Out of all that, a part of me is glad of the way things have turned out. I have found a passion to which I can actually stick to, and I have created a facet of my personality which fits in such a way that denounces a lot of my shortcomings. And in all that, there is that conflict. A part of me is saying that I have failed in my task, while another is saying that I have done done things which I wouldn't usually do, and that I should be proud of that.

The thing is, if I take a step back, I should really see both of these thoughts as correct. Yes, I have failed in what I originally set out, but I did all that and more. Maybe I'm just thinking too hard, and I should just think over the nice little session I had with Jen tonight. Mmm, that was a good session. at least a good hour of nothing more than pure sex. N o games, no whips (thank god), just good old straight sex. It is one worth remembering, and one I will share with you, after I have slept.

One more little thing before I retire. I have written up the next chapter of my Dark Angels work, and I will post it up in a couple of days. But until then, I shall sleep and dream on the nights sensations.

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Friday Fill-Ins!

1. This is that bread which came down from heaven: not as your fathers did eat manna, and are dead: he that eateth of this bread shall live for ever. John 6:58.

2. It was the reason, of course, but can't a guy have some fun?

3. Justifying everything I do is something I no longer feel the need to do.

4. I have another errand to run, then I can get to your needs...

5. What do you mean it;s missing...just go find it

6. What were once vices are now pleasures of the past.

7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to Harry, tomorrow my plans include curing Tiggsz' hangover and Sunday, I want to get Lydia!

Flash Fiction Friday!

She leant back into the leather armchair, enjoying the coolness against her bare legs. Her partner was only moments away, and she was buzzing with the excitement of her little surprise. The fur coat she wore covered her naked skin in infinite warmth. She was going to enjoy this evening. She heard steps outside the door, the turning of a lock, the jangle of keys. He shuffles in, overcoat wrapped tightly against the Moscow cold. He fiddled with the buttons and the matching belt, hanging it loosely on the peg by the door. 'Anna my love, I'm ho...' he stops at the sight of his woman, wrapped in the chinchilla fur coat that she wore at almost every outing. Her legs, smooth and glistening in the winter sun, perched on the edge of his favourite arm-chair. 'Mikial, I'm glad your home.' She rises from the chair, coat sliding away from the front of her body. 'I hope you like what you see.' 'Well, as my old comrade would put it,' he threaded his hand through his greying hair, marvelling at the sight of the young lady in that thick, fur coat. 'the Iron Curtain has well and truly fallen.' She chuckles at the old world remark, and reached out for his belt...

Jen

Right, now Jen is one of the six lovers that I have at the moment (what can I say, I like variety ;) ). I have been seeing her since November last year. a blonde, very leggy lass, never afraid to so how what she has got. She's one of those Uni girls, and true to form there is no limit in her sexual desires. I can think of one session that we had where she really went all out.

She gave me a call at about 2:30 on a warm, March afternoon, wanting to release some 'pent up horniness', as she calls it, and have a little smoke after. I agreed, and arranged to be at hers in about half an hour (I found out when I first met her, in a bar, as you do, that she lived just down the road from me in some decent student digs). I got there, a bit early, thankfully, and she greeted me at the door by throwing a leather noose around my neck, and pulling me in. I collided into the table in the hallway, breaking two of it's legs. She merely giggled, and said something about pulling a tad too hard. Then, the Dom inside her showed up. I never pegged her for this sort of game, but she was in her element. She threw orders at me, forcing me to strip down to nothing, whipping me with a cot-O-nine tails. I stood there seething at her, this isn't normally my sort of thing, I'm willing to participate if there are ground rules or something to the like, but not when it's jumped on me. She kept barking orders at me, like I was dog performing tricks for her. One order she gave was for me to lick every inch of her thigh-high boots. I hesitated, and she hit me again, drawing blood from my arm. The façade dropped, and she started apologising.

She barely got two words out. I grabbed her neck, swinging her into the bedroom door. I was shouting, having a go at her for depraving me in such a fashion. I can't remember what I said, except for one thing: 'You really want to play this game? Then I'll SHOW you how.' With that, I chucked her onto the bed. I ripped her bra and thong off, Jen screaming at me to stop I didn't listen, hell I didn't care. She had restraints set up, ready to bind me. I dragged her across the bed, shackling her her face down. I stood there, looking at Jen. She was struggling, trying to pull free from the restraints. Then, I felt the emotions coursing through my veins. Anger, so much anger was within me, yet equal to that was pleasure. It was so strong, I couldn't resist it's call.

I picked up the whip, studying it's design. Nine long strands, knotted in places, connected to a long, think, hard leather handle, with a large knot at it's base. Instantly, I knew what I was going to use it for. I went back to Jen, sliding my finger up her leg. She asked me what I was going to do. I merely said that I was going to make her scream. I could hear the fear in her voice, and pure malice in mine. It almost surprising to hear myself speak like this, this voice only awakens during times of extreme danger. Yet, this wasn't one of those times, they went a long time ago. I was confused, not understanding how such a beast that I had hoped was gone from my life to take over. And yet, like the most potent of drugs, I was completely under it's spell.

I glided my fingers down her back. She squirmed, touching every area that causes her so much pleasure. I circled her arse, tracing the side of her legs. I took the whip and brushed her cheeks. Jen struggled more, knowing what I was going to to her. Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Three lashes against her left cheek. Thwack! Three more against her right. She cried out at each one, her flesh visibly shaking. I out on another voice, one of sarcastic affection, and ridiculed her about her bum wriggling. I slid a finger down between her cheeks, deep red lines giving her skin a look of chaotic roads. I slid down, past her arse, and into the folds of her lips. I stroked her, bringing her body to the point of orgasm. I could hear her moans, her sounds obscured my the cotton sheets. I heckled her more, asking her if she was enjoying it. She moaned out a yes. I asked her if the whip was helping. She gave another forced yes. I smiled, knowing that I had succeeded in my mission.  I climbed on top of her and asked in the most softest voice I could muster, a voice that melts her heart. I asked her: 'Do you want me to fuck you, my little slut?'  She could only nod, my fingers pushing her past the edge. She screamed, a scream of a powerful orgasm, as I impaled her with my cock.

From there on in, I gave her what she craved. My erection penetrating her, filling her, pleasuring her. Came over and over, her screams waning in the afternoon glow. She begged for me to take of the cuffs, but I didn't. I just kept going, alternating between her cunt and her arse. I started to feel myself starting to reach my edge, so I stopped to take off the restraints. I laid down, and she climbed onto me guiding my throbbing cock into her pussy. She rolled her hips, tensing her muscles to bring me to my own, soul destroying orgasm. I collapsed, my anger, my emotions that fuelled this fire, spent from my dick, deep within my lover. I looked at her, her eyes mere centimetres away from mine, and all I could do in that moment, was smile...

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Wait A Minute...

Yesterday, I went out for a little jaunt with Tiggsz, only into town to have a quiet drink. Thing is, she got a call. A group of guys she hangs round with normally are around, and asked her to meet up with them. I was going to head back home, I had Jen coming over (Jen is one I haven't said anything about yet, but I will do soon), but Tiggsz had other ideas. She literally dragged me to the local shop to pick up a bottle of vodka. She was buying, so I thought why not? A few people, a few drinks, might even get a bit lucky here. So I went along for a while. We met up with this group, mainly the sort of people who I wouldn't socialise with, but friendly enough. I got chatting to a few faces I knew from when Tiggsz brought certain elements of the group back to Chilton. A couple of them though, I didn't know. Two girls, Lydia and Kim, were two fresh out of college students, enjoy the good life, and pretty much everything else. Anyhow, I got chatting to them, and Lydia, who at first was the sweet, innocent type, confidently told me that she was an 'open, bisexual, poly'. I nearly choked, no, really I did. For some reason I always find the ones you least expect. I just had to grill her. She told me a hell of a lot about her sexuality. She told me, in the most intimate details, what she likes, what she doesn't, how 'open minded' she is, what she is willing to do with a lover...oooh, I wanted to take her there and then in the park we were in.

Kim, however, is the exact opposite. More reserved than Lydia, she the sort of girl that, when the situation arises, wants her new partner to be 'exclusive' to her. Shge also, apparently, not that experienced in the bedroom. Well, I hate to say it, but I am surprised. Kim has a body to die for. Olive skin, ample boobs, a gorgeous round bum, hour-glass-like figure, lovely legs. On top of all that, she has a wonderful head on her. And quite right too. She, unlike me or Lydia, takes more pride in her own sort of way, not in her sexuality. I have to admit, I respected that in her, better to have a head, than to have a bedpost.

Now, the afternoon wore on, and Kim was nigh on glued to me the whole time. Not that I didn't mind. She does seem a nice girl, but I couldn't do what I do with her, I can see the complications from here. Later on, when the vodka died and the wind picked up, Tiggsz and I said our goodbyes, Lydia giving me a very hinted kiss to the lips, Kim giving me hug which felt like a vice, and we left for home. That evening, Lydia added me on Facebook, and we resumed the sex chat. for a good hour, we teased and flirted each other to death. It got to a point where I literally said 'fuck it, do you fancy meeting up sometime for a bit of fun?' All I got was a wink back. I hope that means a yes, because by god, I think I found a kindred spirit.

After that hour of intense conversation, we went to bed. Then both Aimee and Sonia contacted me to talk. Aimee, who has for the past day or two, been away in the Cotwolds out West, told me that she is planning to move out there with her father. Damn, I had a small feeling that she may head out there, but I didn't know it would be a permanent move. Sonia is leaving as well, she is going to head out to Leeds to be with her boyfriend. I couldn't believe it. The two girls I would drop all the others for, and they are both going away. How did I feel? Pretty pissed, to be absolutely honest with you. But, there is nothing that I can do about it, they have made their choices, I have to accept that and move on.

So, I had an eventful day yesterday, met a couple of gorgeous girls, and found out I'm going top lose a couple of close friends, and their regular company. An up and down day, but oh well, some you win, some you lose.

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A Thought Worth Knowing...

Out of everything you know, out of everything you learn, out of everything you experience, there is only your truth, and that is all that matters..

*Sighs*...

OK...I'm not gonna lie to you. Right now, in my life, there are two people who I really want to say something to them. One of them is Sonia, a girl who I have known since I was...what? Thirteen? Anyway, I have held a candle to her for a long time now, and she knows this. God, we've tried before, but never really got off the ground, that's why we are 'FWB' at the moment. The other is Aimee. I've known, no, lived, with this girl for nigh on a year now, and I really want to tell her, but...I don't know, from the offset, she told she wouldn't get with anyone she lives with because of past experiences...still, we have a very close relationship, almost to the point where we nearly said 'fuck it' and done the deed there and then. But we didn't. Our moral values stopped us from it. Sometimes I wish it didn't. I was with her earlier tonight, we were so close together, I could almost feel her breath when she spoke to me. It sent chills down my spine. She has this thing of moulding herself against me when we are together, and it just makes me want to jump on her and do all sorts to her...god, the thought of her makes me want to take that trip...Oh, I don't know. Maybe it's just me being silly about it all. If anything, the one thing I am least experienced at is relationships. I have mountains of experience when it comes to other things...like sex, for an obvious example, just when it comes down to the relationship thing...maybe it's just my young side, unsure on rocky ground,or maybe because of my ex that I am cautious on relationships. I haven't had one since her...*sighs* well, I know I'm gonna say something to one of them soon. I can't stay silent on it for much longer. I hate holding secrets for too long. But who do I talk to? Aimee, or Sonia? The old flame, or the one who I share a roof with? Or should I just let things lie, and move on?

Hmm...I'm rambling again. O well, better out than in, I suppose...god, I hope Tiggsz don't see this, she is close to Aimee...

Disobedience

He twirled the knife through his fingers, staring at the beauty tied to his bed. She squirmed at the site of his imposing figure, afraid at what he was going to do with the blade spinning menacingly around his fingers. He reached out with his one free hand, caressing her naked body, swirling his fingers against her pale skin. 


'Child, you have disobeyed me again, you know what that means, don't you?' 


She trembled at those words, she knew what it meant, that's why she disobeyed her master. He pressed the flat of the blade to her stomach.


'This time, since your disobedience has caused much embarresment to me, I am not going to administer the punishment,' her eyes went wild. 'Instead, I am going to let my friend show you what it means for embarassment to come upon you.' He turns to the door and calls out. 'My Lady, it is time.' 


A woman, tall, lithe, almost elf-like, walked in. Dull, black leather encased her slimline form. A whip, nine knotted leather strands tied to a snakeskin handle, fluttered menacingly with each step. The Lady stared at the tied victim with an almost bloodthirsty lust. 


'Is this the disobedient one?' 


'Yes, my Lady, and as you can she, she is ready for you to exact her punishment.'


'Good.' 


She unclasped the whip from her side, gliding it over the young girl's skin.


'You shall not speak, you will not resist, if you do, the pain will become worse. Do I make myself clear?' 


The girl, visibly shaken at her new Mistress, nods her head. 


'Very well,' 


The Lady brings the whip to bear, lashing at the thighs and arms. Her victim writhed in pain, fighting hard not to scream, not out of pain, but out of pleasure. She could feel herself wanting the lashings, craving the sensations it brings. Six more lashings came down onto her, each leaving their mark. 


'Turn her around, my young Errant.' 


'Yes, my Lady.' 


He unclasps the shackles from her wrists and ankles, deftly twisting her body until the as yet untouched skin was exposed. The shackles went back on, a little tighter than before. Face down, she couldn't tell when the nine strands will come, making her contemplate the what would come next. She could here whispering, too low for her to hear. A sliding sound, like a box being dragged across the floor. More movement at the foot of the bed, then a cold wetness sprays around her most intimate area. She knew what was coming, and she wanted it more.


'Errant, if I may.'


The Errant handed the Lady a long, thick rubber toy. She stared at it for a moment, admiring it's beauty. SHe knew what such a toy could bring, and almost chuckled at the thought.


'It is time.' the Lady murmured.

She Never Found me, I Found Her...

Around a year ago, I started up this little blog, mainly as a way to cope with my world. As a source of freedom and a chance to truly speak my mind, It gave me a chance to keep my own 'sanity' as it were. It worked wonders for me, and so I kept it going. Well, one night browsing through random blogs, I came across her site. The first post I saw made my heart jump. She was the first person I found online whose stories gave me a different understanding to all things sex. I must admit, I am the sensual type, but she put that sensuality on a whole different level. So, like anyone with an idea, I subscribed to her blog. Each post she put up made me smile, think, and give me ideas. Though, regrettably, I never had the courage to say 'Hey, I like your blog!' But, never-the-less, I kept reading. Now, I'm not entirely sure when, but I made the first move, though with a certain subtleness to it. A comment here, a reply to her musing on Twitter there. Slowly, we started having more and more contact with each other. It wasn't until recently she found my own blog though, I believe it was because of a post I made on Twitter, linking to a blog post I made. She made a comment on it, and then...well, as they say, the rest is history.

So, Gray my darling, thank you for sharing your stories, and giving me the inspiration, and courage, to write what I write.

If you are lucky enough to have come to my humble blog through Gray's, then I welcome you, and I hope that you enjoy my thoughts...

xx

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Tiggsz' Sexual Adventures...Part 1....

it all started as i walked through the front door him in his jeans and her in his t shirt. we went upstairs listened to some music, he went out and came back with liquor, we drank wine and things got heated he said " go on girls i know you want to" she came over to me a kissed me.he came over too and we shared a passionate 3 way kiss and things got even more heated we undressed and as he climbed on top of her she pulled me in closer and kissed me and then slid her hand down my boxers and started playing with me clit teasing me, she then slid her fingers inside me making me extremely wet. we then swapped and i climbed on top of him and made him cum so hard whilst i was riding him i had slid my fingers into her giving her a multiple orgasms. we fooled around some more then he had to give up so us girls carried on and gave him an impressive show then we all layed there and cuddled and fell asleep in each others arms. Tiggsz

Friday Fill-Ins!

1. A certain touch feels great.
2. The solution is always there.
3. Not a lot makes me fall asleep.
4. How about I be quiet now?.
5. A full body massage is something I highly recommend!
6. Imagine finding that one answer to a question you've always been asking.
7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to Sonia, tomorrow my plans include nothing, I ain't thought that fair ahead yet, and Sunday, I want to do something!

Flash Fiction Friday!

He watched as the two lovers embrace after their act. He was jealous of them, enjoying every inch of pleasure they get. Jealous of their bodies, their connection, their intamacy. He could feel himself harden at the sight of the young man lowering himself onto his wife. Oh, my wife. He wished he could give her the pleasure she desires, and yet, as she writhed in pleasure, he couldn't help but smile. At least I know something she doesn't. He closes the door, and turns to the blonde standing next to him. He presses a finger to her lips, feeling his way down. A gasp from behind turns him around. She is there...

Thanks to Panserbjørne for this week's Flash Fiction Friday!

Random Fantasy Thought...

He reached for the phone, vibrating it's way off the side of the table. It was her. A smile crept across his lips, thoughts of the last tie playing across his mind. The message asked him if he was free at that moment. He replies with a simplistic 'no'. Two minutes later, a knock at the door.Through the eyepiece, he see's a wisp of golden hair, sheltered by the hood of it's owner. His heart wanted to leap then and there, he knew it would be soon. He opens the door to his 'guest'. She steps in from the darkness, fire playing across those grey eyes. She said not a single word, merely brushing past him, her finger sliding over the bulge within his jeans. She walks into the living room, lowering the zip of her jacket. He would only look on, he knew the they were playing. He knew she would punish him if he made a single move, even closing the door would call for the crop. He could only watch her slide the leather gracefully over her shoulders, revealing nothing but bare skin. She turns, throwing her jacket aside. He could not move. His heart wanted her, to envelope her body within his arms, but that crop, that crop that played and teased the skin of her arms and chest, biting and breaking the skin of his. She walks to him, heels clicking on the floor. She casts the crop aside, watching his startled reaction.

"You, my love, have been patient long enough..." were her only words to her. It was all he needed...

One 21st Birthday Later...

Hey all, it's been a while! lol As you can probably tell from that alone I'm in a good mood, and I should be! The last four days have been a blur, to say the least. I have turned 21 this year, and, in true celebration style, have forgotten a lot of it. Thursday, the actual day, the morning was a torrent of Facebook messages, texts, emails, phone calls, and getting jump-hugged by Aimee and Toni on the staircase. I met up with a few people over the day, mainly Sonia, and our mutual mate Izzy, Chrissi popped up, almost on accident, and I met up with Nicole, a girl from my College days. I met up with the family later on in the day, mum providing a spread that I thought, no wished her, not to worry over. I was going to order curry, but then she pulled out all the stops, making pretty much everything I love in food form, minus a jar of chocolate spread (any guesses why I like that one ;)). I shared a few drinks with my mum and step-dad Neil, as well as my Grandad. Then I went home and shared a few joints with Stephen.

Next day, I had a few more lovers over, Sonia among them, then went out with my good mate Bodi for a few drinks. We had a good crawl, taking in as much alcohol as I could manage, when I stumbled home that night, a few bruises here and there, I was offered a line or two, as a birthday gift. I had to decline, don't touch coke, not any more...still the rest of the night went well, though I was a step away from pulling Aimee aside and telling her how I felt. That was a close call, there were about ten people in the back garden that night, and doing a thing like that gets the old rumour mill going. I retired that night in a good mood.

Saturday, now there was legend written all over the place that night. I went Central London that night, Sonia, Aimee, Stephen, Bodi, plus a few others that they brought along. I can't remember a lot from that night, except walking into the club. After that, I wake up in my bed the following morning, covered in bruises from the neck downwards. I know where a few of them come from, I get a bit clumsy when intoxicated, but the rest, god only knows.

Sunday I spent the whole day going through a few vids I picked up on my iPod. most of them you could barely make out, but one of them was a short, five second thing with mine and Aimee's lips locked. Oh fuck. I didn't know about that. I didn't see her that day. And I haven't seen her today either. Hopefully, she may have forgotten. I don't want to confuse her love life even more. The girl has enough on her plate.

With all things considered, it has been a legendary weekend. So now, time to pick up from where I left off...

Until next time!

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Friday Fill-Ins!

1. Eastbourne is my favorite place to travel to.
2. When I think about my childhood, I often remember the chase.
3. Random company makes for a good friend.
4. The wind in the trees, the rain on my skin, the feel of her on my neck.
5. "It" is so exciting!
6. My best friend knows too much of the shit I want hidden.
7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to chilling, tomorrow my plans include getting slaughtered and Sunday, I want to get over my hangover!

She had been holding that pose for the last few hours. God my ass aches, she thought to herself. The heat of the lamp aiming at her made her skin bead with sweat. Scratchings of charcoal, the gentle blows of moist lips, filled the quiet room. The tutor, a slim, dark-skinned woman contrasted to her pure white shirt, floated around the room. She had stopped at one of the students, coaching on her line work. The bell outside the room tolls for the end of class, the tutor calls to the others 'Tomorrow, we will delve further into our study of Chiaroscuro.' The students left, leaving the model and the tutor alone in the spacious room. 'You did well, for a first timer.' 'Thank you, I was starting to ache holding that pose.' The model reached for her robe, but the tutor got there first. 'Here, let me.' she said, her voice tinged in seduction. The model stretched her arms behind her, her excitement growing. The tutor's breath touched her neck, sending chills down her spine. 'You are beautiful, wouldn't mind drawing you myself...' She trailed off, her hands sketching her models outline...