"Nothing stings as sweetly
as the cut of your kiss,
here at my throat
You decapitate me"
Saturday 18 December 2010
Monday 25 October 2010
Tuesday 18 May 2010
Tuesday 11 May 2010
Beige
From a nondescript beige armchair, I watched you and I thought you looked lonely. Lit by the gloom of a bedside lamp, you lay with your back propped against a padded headboard. Shoes and socks off, jeans unbuttoned, zip undone enough for you to be stroking your hard cock with your strong hand.
“You know this is what you want” you say slowly, with a heavy breath.
I shook my head - a lie: of course it is all I wanted, all I have ever wanted. I was desperate, so fucking desperate, to disperse with my knickers, climb onto the bed and sink down onto your cock. But that cannot happen, not again; we are grownups now. I wouldn’t allow myself. Good god, why did I even agree to this meeting, why?
“Are you sure?” your hand made slick sounds as it moved over your welcoming erection.
The room smelled faintly of stale cigarette smoke and febreeze, it was uninspiring beige. The window opened only 3 inches, and it was secured with a bolt. This perhaps, to insure that those easily offended by the haggard beige woodchip and chintz upholstery would not take the easy option and jump, but instead spend the night curled up on a hard and unwelcoming bed, under blankets which had a vague fragrance of the adulterers from the night before. I could not breathe.
The hostile light poured in from a lamppost outside, making me ever more conscious of the time, our time. As the sky became darker, the bulb grew stronger. It never used to be like this, did it, when we were kids? Time stood still for us; it enjoyed playing with us, making us free and happy. Time fooled with the sunshine, and danced on our skin. Time was never our enemy; it always took our side. What happened - what went wrong? Now our old friend Time passes quicker than the memories of its friendship.
Outside I could hear some drunken lads stumbling back to their room, again making me realize how ridiculous the whole situation was.
I then looked at you again, your familiar gaze, that smile – and somehow, with that split second of magic, the one I have always loved your for, you made me dismiss the whole bloody lot; every last little thing - every distraction, every excuse, Christ, the guilt! – Time and noise, the intrusive light, and the beige, the fucking beige, it all disappeared into a soft dreamy haze. I wondered if this was how last night’s adulterers felt, if I was sapping up remnants of their over spilled energy?
So now it was just us, only us, me and you. You’re hard, wet, cock and my lifetime of memories, of those magical times when we explored each other’s bodies, and made unspoken discoveries that will haunt me forever.
I have kissed every part of you - I remember each kiss like it is a moment away from me; I can still feel your hardness and still taste you on my lips.
I started to feel myself get wet, my knickers felt sodden. Finally, I am home.
My clit was throbbing in time with each beat of my heart - which by now I felt in my throat. Each hard pulse banging inside my head, I couldn’t bear to drop a single beat. I could feel myself opening and I am reminded of the precious moments where we innocently poured at one another. I felt safe.
You stopped, fingers cupping the engorged head of your cock, your thumb brushing the tip. “I thought maybe you’d change your mind. You know, when you got here…once we actually met.”
I had worried about the same thing.
The last time we made love I was college age. As a last goodbye when you left for university I played that game with you. I prayed that you would remember it. "Of course I do, Pumpkin" you giggled quietly. You had a wild look in your eyes.
I would let you come into the bathroom and watch me; sometimes I would let you dry me with soft tissue. You would always steal the opportunity to explore me with your fingers, and sometimes your mouth. I didn’t mind.
Then we grew up.
We both slept about.
I went with nice men, rough men and tall men, fat men, mean men and old men, foreign men, young men – fuck, even too young men. My life a hunt, a pursuit to find someone, anyone that would distract me from you, someone I could feel affection for, someone that would make me cum without imagining your beautiful and familiar face, someone who would love me. Alas, I found no one.
So there in the purgatory of a seedy hotel room, you are - waiting for me, just me, only me - your precious little step sister. And it felt so damned right.
“You know this is what you want” you say slowly, with a heavy breath.
I shook my head - a lie: of course it is all I wanted, all I have ever wanted. I was desperate, so fucking desperate, to disperse with my knickers, climb onto the bed and sink down onto your cock. But that cannot happen, not again; we are grownups now. I wouldn’t allow myself. Good god, why did I even agree to this meeting, why?
“Are you sure?” your hand made slick sounds as it moved over your welcoming erection.
The room smelled faintly of stale cigarette smoke and febreeze, it was uninspiring beige. The window opened only 3 inches, and it was secured with a bolt. This perhaps, to insure that those easily offended by the haggard beige woodchip and chintz upholstery would not take the easy option and jump, but instead spend the night curled up on a hard and unwelcoming bed, under blankets which had a vague fragrance of the adulterers from the night before. I could not breathe.
The hostile light poured in from a lamppost outside, making me ever more conscious of the time, our time. As the sky became darker, the bulb grew stronger. It never used to be like this, did it, when we were kids? Time stood still for us; it enjoyed playing with us, making us free and happy. Time fooled with the sunshine, and danced on our skin. Time was never our enemy; it always took our side. What happened - what went wrong? Now our old friend Time passes quicker than the memories of its friendship.
Outside I could hear some drunken lads stumbling back to their room, again making me realize how ridiculous the whole situation was.
I then looked at you again, your familiar gaze, that smile – and somehow, with that split second of magic, the one I have always loved your for, you made me dismiss the whole bloody lot; every last little thing - every distraction, every excuse, Christ, the guilt! – Time and noise, the intrusive light, and the beige, the fucking beige, it all disappeared into a soft dreamy haze. I wondered if this was how last night’s adulterers felt, if I was sapping up remnants of their over spilled energy?
So now it was just us, only us, me and you. You’re hard, wet, cock and my lifetime of memories, of those magical times when we explored each other’s bodies, and made unspoken discoveries that will haunt me forever.
I have kissed every part of you - I remember each kiss like it is a moment away from me; I can still feel your hardness and still taste you on my lips.
I started to feel myself get wet, my knickers felt sodden. Finally, I am home.
My clit was throbbing in time with each beat of my heart - which by now I felt in my throat. Each hard pulse banging inside my head, I couldn’t bear to drop a single beat. I could feel myself opening and I am reminded of the precious moments where we innocently poured at one another. I felt safe.
You stopped, fingers cupping the engorged head of your cock, your thumb brushing the tip. “I thought maybe you’d change your mind. You know, when you got here…once we actually met.”
I had worried about the same thing.
The last time we made love I was college age. As a last goodbye when you left for university I played that game with you. I prayed that you would remember it. "Of course I do, Pumpkin" you giggled quietly. You had a wild look in your eyes.
I would let you come into the bathroom and watch me; sometimes I would let you dry me with soft tissue. You would always steal the opportunity to explore me with your fingers, and sometimes your mouth. I didn’t mind.
Then we grew up.
We both slept about.
I went with nice men, rough men and tall men, fat men, mean men and old men, foreign men, young men – fuck, even too young men. My life a hunt, a pursuit to find someone, anyone that would distract me from you, someone I could feel affection for, someone that would make me cum without imagining your beautiful and familiar face, someone who would love me. Alas, I found no one.
So there in the purgatory of a seedy hotel room, you are - waiting for me, just me, only me - your precious little step sister. And it felt so damned right.
My Erotic Dream
So here it is....My head floating with combination of shear pain and the ‘quite frankly not caring about it’ thanks to the little green and yellow capsules that collegue dosed me with at work (Tramadol?)
I arrive home, feeling dizzy and sick, like both coming up and coming down from a pill. I figured the best plan of action was to sleep away the rest of the drug and awake ready to take my next dose of Metronidazole. I put some music on and read a few pages of my filthy book before drifting off into a semi-conscious semi-dream like state, I remember hearing Blondie singing ‘Sunday Girl’ in French, which probably did not help with the erotic smut that was about to follow.
I am not sure what is going on with my brain or body at the moment; firstly the torment of having an unspeakably painful vagina, and not being able to touch, stroke or play with it and secondly having an erotic dream involving a woman, I cannot help but ask the question; if there was no pain in my vagina would the content of the dream have been more masculine? I figured that I was subconsciously punishing myself. I have spent years doing in consciously so why not do it on a much deeper level too? So here it is – my erotic about an imaginary faceless woman. My god life is so fucking weird.
So I’m there in a room, I don’t know what room or where it is, with Lisa. She is wearing baby pink panties, like the kind a 16 year old girl wears in Hockey lessons to give the teacher a cheap thrill when her sports skirt catches in the wind. I’m not sure what I was wearing, if anything at all, I think I was far to transfixed on Lisa to notice.
We lay there, Lisa on top on me, spoiling me with kisses on my neck, my shoulders, my cheeks and slipping her warm tongue in to my mouth. I feel her pushing herself towards my pussy; I feel that she is slightly wet, which in turn makes me feel moist. I feel her hard nipples rubbing against mine. She is shaking with excitement.
I stroke my hand down her back, her skin is so very soft, and I feel the curves of her waist and her hips, like an undiscovered valley – pure and unscathed. I slide my hand to the pink knickers and pull them down at the side. She helps me by pulling the other side and soon she is naked. I look at her faceless body, she is warm and her skin is supple. She grinds herself against me, she is now very wet, and she wants more from me than I can give. I wonder where you are. Surely it is much later than the time we had arranged? I worry that you are having second thoughts.
The next thing I see you over her shoulder. I stroke her hair and tell her to trust me, I tell her that I love her and to relax. I see your strong hands stroke the arch of her beautiful back and gently grasp her around her hips. She looks shocked. I whisper in her ear to trust me. I feel my pussy dripping with the excitement of what is about to happen. I grip her shoulders to prevent her from turning and seeing you. I want her to be pleasured with an anonymous fuck, and I want it to be our secret.
At first you slide your hard cock in-between us both, our cunt lips encase you and you feel our clits getting harder on each side of you. I see that you are spoilt for choice, you have two wanting pussies awaiting your cock, I give you a gentle smile, you thrust a few times before you slide yourself deep in to her hole. I do not feel jealous; I know that you wouldn’t forget me. I know that it would only be a matter of time before I would be feeling you inside me too. Your cock wet with her. You look happy, and this makes me happy.
Her face is somewhere between horrified and elated. But she slides her hand down to my breast and gives me a gentle squeeze, rubbing her slender fingers over my hard nipple. She starts to kiss my neck again, but this time hard kisses; so bloody hard. The kisses were like she would never kiss again and she is trying to enjoy every last precious one. There were kisses of lust, kisses of disbelief and kisses of joy. She is making very quiet grunts as you thrust hard against her. She moves the kisses towards my ear, ‘Thank you’ she gently whispers.
So that was it. My dirty dream.
I arrive home, feeling dizzy and sick, like both coming up and coming down from a pill. I figured the best plan of action was to sleep away the rest of the drug and awake ready to take my next dose of Metronidazole. I put some music on and read a few pages of my filthy book before drifting off into a semi-conscious semi-dream like state, I remember hearing Blondie singing ‘Sunday Girl’ in French, which probably did not help with the erotic smut that was about to follow.
I am not sure what is going on with my brain or body at the moment; firstly the torment of having an unspeakably painful vagina, and not being able to touch, stroke or play with it and secondly having an erotic dream involving a woman, I cannot help but ask the question; if there was no pain in my vagina would the content of the dream have been more masculine? I figured that I was subconsciously punishing myself. I have spent years doing in consciously so why not do it on a much deeper level too? So here it is – my erotic about an imaginary faceless woman. My god life is so fucking weird.
So I’m there in a room, I don’t know what room or where it is, with Lisa. She is wearing baby pink panties, like the kind a 16 year old girl wears in Hockey lessons to give the teacher a cheap thrill when her sports skirt catches in the wind. I’m not sure what I was wearing, if anything at all, I think I was far to transfixed on Lisa to notice.
We lay there, Lisa on top on me, spoiling me with kisses on my neck, my shoulders, my cheeks and slipping her warm tongue in to my mouth. I feel her pushing herself towards my pussy; I feel that she is slightly wet, which in turn makes me feel moist. I feel her hard nipples rubbing against mine. She is shaking with excitement.
I stroke my hand down her back, her skin is so very soft, and I feel the curves of her waist and her hips, like an undiscovered valley – pure and unscathed. I slide my hand to the pink knickers and pull them down at the side. She helps me by pulling the other side and soon she is naked. I look at her faceless body, she is warm and her skin is supple. She grinds herself against me, she is now very wet, and she wants more from me than I can give. I wonder where you are. Surely it is much later than the time we had arranged? I worry that you are having second thoughts.
The next thing I see you over her shoulder. I stroke her hair and tell her to trust me, I tell her that I love her and to relax. I see your strong hands stroke the arch of her beautiful back and gently grasp her around her hips. She looks shocked. I whisper in her ear to trust me. I feel my pussy dripping with the excitement of what is about to happen. I grip her shoulders to prevent her from turning and seeing you. I want her to be pleasured with an anonymous fuck, and I want it to be our secret.
At first you slide your hard cock in-between us both, our cunt lips encase you and you feel our clits getting harder on each side of you. I see that you are spoilt for choice, you have two wanting pussies awaiting your cock, I give you a gentle smile, you thrust a few times before you slide yourself deep in to her hole. I do not feel jealous; I know that you wouldn’t forget me. I know that it would only be a matter of time before I would be feeling you inside me too. Your cock wet with her. You look happy, and this makes me happy.
Her face is somewhere between horrified and elated. But she slides her hand down to my breast and gives me a gentle squeeze, rubbing her slender fingers over my hard nipple. She starts to kiss my neck again, but this time hard kisses; so bloody hard. The kisses were like she would never kiss again and she is trying to enjoy every last precious one. There were kisses of lust, kisses of disbelief and kisses of joy. She is making very quiet grunts as you thrust hard against her. She moves the kisses towards my ear, ‘Thank you’ she gently whispers.
So that was it. My dirty dream.
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