Wake Up Call...

As I lay in bed, whispers of the dream I had fading, My phone announces the arrival of a text.

-What are you up to?


-Nothing much, just thinking of you :)


To be true I wasn't, but now memories of the other nightcome back to me. The sound of her breathing in my ear, blade-like nails piercing my skin. Her body writhing in pleasure, her face contorted in ectasy.

-lol I hope they're good thoughts hun


-They're always are lol


She replied soon enough.

-Do you want some new ones?


A smile spread across mr face.

-Come over...


Became my reply...

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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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.

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...

The Reason For My Good Mood At This Early Hour...

I have recently had a mind blowing foursome with Harry, his girlfriend, her best mate, and myself. It was a... spontaneous decision. I was doing my usual late night sessions on Facebook, and Harry pops up on chat. At first it's niceties, the normal hello's, how are you's and such until he drops in the most random question that I have ever had online. "Do you wanna meet for some fun with my girl and her mate?" I, off all things, took a step back. Jesus, he must of said something now, so I asked. "Yeah, she knows." "I take it it's her idea?" "No, her mate's." uh-huh. "OK...where are we gonna meet?" "My place."

Shit. I wasn't expecting this, to be honest I wasn't prepared for it. So, picking up my keys and the usual crap I carry when out, I head to his. On the way, I was thinking if this was a joke, some prank on his behalf, he has pulled that on people from time to time. It wasn't. AS soon as I knocked on the door, I was being snogged by his Tammy's, Harry's girl's, mate Rachel. She intro'd herself, and pulled me into the living room, where Harry and Tammy were waiting. Tammy slapped me when she saw me, then kissed me. She said she didn't like the fact that I condoned his actions, but liked the fact I kept him right. I had to stop everything for a moment (Rachel was starting to kiss Harry, I was guessing that this sort of thing happened before), and asked if this was for real. Harry merely said "Yes." Alright then, I thought, who shall I have first...

This was my first four-way, and I have never felt so euphoric, no erotic, in my life. To feel Harry between my thighs, while Tammy's legs were wrapped around my face, was something else. Of course, toys were involved. We experimented with different positions, Harry having a vibe inside his arse while I devoured his cock. Tammy writhed in pleasure as I  thrusted into her pussy, Rachel feeding a thick, black dildo into her other hole. Stepping back while Rachel and Tammy, played with each other, Harry walking around, taking every angle of the events unfolding in front of us. Having Rachel against the wall, never slowing, never stopping. Harry taking a vibe to me, while feeding his own in as well. It all felt so natural. To be played with, to see a blond and a brunette fighting over my dick. To have Harry explode all over me, and to have both girls lick their way around my body...To have three gleaming holes wanting me to pleasure them. To cum over the faces of all three, damn I have never came so hard in my life...

It was the most intense sex session I have had in a long while, and I gave Harry a text, thanking him for the unexpected fun. He said to me: "No problem, maybe we could all do it again sometime." Oh I hope so Harry, I hope so...

Modern Warfare 2 - Amazing Knife Throw

I'll tell you what, this video actually made my jaw drop! I love Call of Duty 2, and that is a nigh on impossible throw...

Oh The Heat...

This past weekend has been nigh on unbearable! This heat has fried me, both on the skin and in the head, I can barely think little lone act...but, with all things, it should pass soon. With that in mind, I have some part exciting, part interesting news. Aimee, the girl whose bed is above my head each night, has had a bust up with some guy who has been messing her around recently. She came to me in tears, shaking pretty badly. I sat her down on my bed and held her. I knew it was what she needed. She let it all out, each and every last tear soaking through my tee. Her shaking had stopped, feeling safe in my arms. She started to speak, telling me about her situation. I said nothing, allowing her to flow through with her problems. Her monologue was punctuated with her screams. Deep, primal, angry screams. They hurt the ear, but they excited me in other ways. Now, I care about Aimee, she is probably one of the most level headed people in Chilton, but I could never sleep with her. We are too close as mates to do that. Now, with her let out her anger, I sorted her a cuppa and offered her a smoke. We sat there for a while, going over the events, helping her make sense to all of it. Now, I don't know who this guy was until I heard his tag name. Beserk. Cue a flashback of him with one of my ex-girlfriends. He was known as a serial sex maniac in my old area. I told her straight what I knew, and thought of him. She just shrugged. She thought as much.

Aimee went on about getting away for a few days, somewhere out the way to clear the head a bit. I made the suggestion of Eastbourne. My Great-Grandma owns a flat there, and she allows the grand kids and the great-grand kids to rent it out if we wanted. I had the email with the details to hand so I told Aimee the essentials. She sounded interested, and asked if friends were allowed into the flat. I told her no, because there has to be at least one member of the family in the household while it's being rented. SO it meant I had to be there. Aimee, surprisingly, didn't mind. So we got thinking about it. When would we go? Could we have the funds for it? How would we get there? How long for? We managed to answer those questions with a few phone calls and several scraps of paper. I sent an email down to my Great-Grandma, asking if I could book it for the days we wanted. I got an answer after about ten minutes. It was a yes, plus, as it was my birthday coming up, we got it for nothing. I thought excellent! Aimee became much brighter after that, and left my room shortly after with a spring in her step. That made me happy beyond belief, to see a friend be happy with the things to come.

So, we will be leaving on the 7th June, giving us two plenty of time to sort our stuff out and get everything else sorted. To be honest, I am a little apprehensive about it. We're planning to buy alcohol for the getaway, which means my mouth will run faster than Usain Bolt on speed. I just hope that I won't say anything  too out of order, or too deep, to Aimee. I can't expose my true feelings for her, as I don't want to damage our relationship. But, I don't know what will happen, so I best brace myself for any coming storm that may approach.

hehe

Now I have a guilty pleasure, and that is Warhammer. I love it to bits. The simplicity of tabletop warefare makes for a intresting experience. I found this picture on Fukung.net, and I couldn't help but post it up for you lot.

I'll see you about.

-.AA.-

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