Public Sex

I slid my hands around the back of his neck and pulled him close. James wrapped his arms around my waist, and squeezed me tightly. I nuzzled my nose across his neck and savored his enticing aroma. I was so overwhelmed by him his touch, his smell, his looks. I completely blocked out the sounds of the busy crowded airport.

We looked into each others eyes and he kissed me on the lips. He slipped his tongue in my mouth and it gently mingled with mine. When we squeezed each other tightly, I could feel his chest felt firm and warm against mine.

“I’m so glad you are you,” I assured him. Then he kissed me again with an anxious fury that practically melted my panties. I had waited so long for this moment. this man and it was worth the wait. James was everything I dreamed he could be and more.

I jumped from the floor and wrapped my legs around his waist. He caught my ass in his hands and held me tightly against him. My skirt slid up over my thighs revealing the top of my hose. His crotch was pressed firmly against my silky thin panties. James gently thrust his hips, between my thighs and humped me ever so slowly while we kissed a deep intimate kiss. Then he spun around my legs still securely fastened around his waist he pressed my back up against a wall. I could feel his erection growing as his thrusts became more powerful.

Suddenly, I realized several people were staring at us. All small crowd had begun to gather of men and women both. I cared not James had my undivided attention he was the only one that mattered to me. His hot breath scorched my neck as he planted several kisses over it. “Don’t stop,” I whispered in a pant. I dug my nails into his back and yanked at his shirt. Neither one of us could pull away from the other! We were way too horny to hold back this public display of raw, animalistic, sex.

I loosened my legs from around James’s waist and planted my feet back on the ground. James took me by the hand and led me to a nearby hallway that was a little less crowded. As I stood with my back against a wall James affectionately ran his fingers down my cheek and slid his tongue into my mouth. We kissed with a sex driven urgency that neither one of us had the power to fight.

“Slide off your panties,” James whispered. James stood in front of me to help block the view from onlookers, as I quickly slid my panties down over my shoes. He pressed me snugly against the wall and slid his hand up under my skirt. I spread my feet apart to welcome his touch. My girl juices were flowing inspired by the fire this man had ignited inside of me.

I moaned in pleasure as James slid a finger into my tight, wet, hole. I threw my head back and closed my eyes because I had unexpectedly smacked my head against the wall rendering me almost unconscious. I could hear the voices of people talking around us as I began to regain my composure. James was too busy fingering me to realize I had hit my head and I didn’t want him to know. He slid his finger in and out of my wet pussy. I panted wildly as he fucked me with his finger. I wanted him inside me so badly.

I slid my hand down the front of his pants and squeezed the tip of his cock. I ran my fingers over his shaft and slowly jacked him off. His suite jacket helped camouflage our erotic behavior. James continued to finger me for several minutes as I yanked anxiously on his throbbing rod. Then he withdrew his finger from my juicy pussy and put it in his mouth. Watching him taste me heightened my sexual arousal. Then he slipped the same finger in my lips and I sucked on it. I closed my eyes and imagined what it would be like to suck his cock. I slid my lips down over his finger and sucked it deep into my throat.

James forced his finger back inside of me and fucked me with it as I moaned quietly in his ear. The pleasure was ready to burst out of me. A bit of pre-cum on my hand from James’s firm, luscious, cock alerted me that he was ready as well. This could go on no longer we were on the verge of orgasm. I leaped up and wrapped my legs around James’s waist once again. This time it was skin to skin. I reached between our heaving bodies and guided James’s rock hard cock inside of me. I was so wet he slipped in easily. He pressed me snugly against the wall as he snaked up inside of me. I began moaning louder I was loosing control. James’s rocked his hips, into mine with his powerful arms holding my ass firmly while we fucked.

It felt awesome having him inside of me. “Don’t stop!” I insisted. and with that James began pumping me very fast. I could hear voices of people talking around us. I scraped my nails down James’s back and let out a squeal as my orgasm began to mount. My legs shook as a full orgasm over took my body. Almost immediately, James let out a grunt and hammered his cock in and out of me. I could feel his hot spurts of cum filling me.. Ah, what pleasure. I slid my legs down from James’s waist and put my feet on the floor.

James turned to the onlookers. “Show’s over,” he said with a smile. A mixture of hot juices ran down my legs as I put my panties on.

Choked Little Cry for Help

I love the way his grip tightens when I let out that choked little cry…I wonder what he wants. Often I’m told that he doesn’t have fantasies, but I am certain he must. I’m not the only one who loves watching violent sex; I’m not the only one that seeks out forbidden fantasies. I’m not the only one who loves his grip on my wrists, the wrenching of my elbow, and his grip on my hips - or else he wouldn’t do it.

All too often, I think about being taken by an animalistic force, something that doesn’t care or understand the pain it causes. However, what is sexier is the concept of someone who does know, someone who is completely aware…not verging on true sadism, but damned near.

He was mine. I had captured him fair and square. He was so much bigger than I was so I had no choice except to tie him down so he couldn’t move. When he awoke, he struggled in his ropes and moaned as I slipped my hand under his shirt to feel his naked skin. He jerked helplessly in his ropes and grunted as I slap him hard across his face to wake him from his slumber. To show him I wasn’t just all about pain, I began to gentle caress his nipples, but then it was followed by a firm pinch, and he twisted in his ropes and moaned into his gag.

I pulled back his vest and began working slowly at the buttons of his heavy denim shirt. I slipped my hand inside, and gently caressed his beautiful light tanned chest. With my other hand, I slid it down the front of his uniform and grabbed his penis firmly in my hand. When his cock began to pulse, I withdrew my hand and began caressing him all over, rubbing the strands of his thick chest hair between my fingers.

He writhed in his bonds and moaned into his gag, but he was helpless and at my complete mercy. He could only lie there and allow me to stimulate him or to torture him in any manor that I pleased. Some time went past, with him growing slowly more aroused, so I undid the buttons of the bound man’s pants as he jerked helplessly in his ropes and grunted. I was gentle with his cock at first, stroking it firmly but slowly through his uniform. I then began to squeeze harder and he began to tense up, displaying his firm muscle tone.

He would eventually learn to enjoy what was happening to him.

I whispered to him gently, “You’re all mine. You don’t have a choice, do ya?” I pressed my lips firmly against his ear, “you’re my sweet big man, all tied up and helpless like a prisoner in a cell.”

I finished undoing his pants and pulled them down to his knees. He nodded frantically and moaned into his gag. I grabbed a hold of his stiff dick and began to run my tight hand up and down his cock while my fingers began to explore my own wet pussy. My body was shuddering with pleasure and lust as I sat up and began straddling him cowgirl style. I gently guided his cock inside my steaming hole and began fucking and teasing him while sitting firmly on his cock.

I slapped him hard across the chest and continued my assault on his left nipple as I sat on top. My thighs splayed over his body, pressed against his hips. As the shaft of his cock plunged deep into my slippery pussy, I rotated my hips on his penis, not thrusting, simply feeling his hard prick poking up inside me as I steadily moved it around inside my vagina.

I wanted him to know I was in complete control.

I marveled at how easily I had taken in the length of his cock, let alone it’s remarkable girth. He stretched and opened me wide, while I thoroughly rode his cock. Once he had his cock firmly lodged in my pussy, I started fucking him slowly. My wet pussy was wide open, and my cunt lips clinging to shaft of his cock as it filled me. His large heavy balls pulsated as he waited to unload a burst of cum into my pussy.

He did little thrusting, mostly it was me fucking him, pressing my body down tight into his, my face along his neck, his chest, as I slowly rotated my cunt on his cock and pressed my clit into his hard pubic bone. I loved fucking him like this, slowly, fucking him with long deep pushing motions, pulling my pelvis upwards, rocking away from him, then letting my cunt slide down once again over the full length of his hard shaft.

I was closer to cumming than I had realized, but kept fucking slowly, my sweaty body melded with the man beneath me. I kept fucking him, sometimes rotating, at other times thrusting with my hips, and sometimes I would lift almost completely off his cock, showing the magnificent length of his thick shaft gleaming with our juices, then I’d drop hard on his cock, letting it jolt into my body, buried deep in my soft pussy tissue. I moaned, my eyes shut, and from time to time, I would lean forward and let my breasts dangle in front of him, taunting, and teasing as I fucked him ever so slowly.

I could hear him whimpering into his gag as I felt him beginning to pump upward. His own desire gathering to a head in his taut balls, I could feel he was about to cum. I began to pump up and down on him wildly, and quickly hot cum spurting inside me, causing me to cry out as I exploded around his cock. He cried out and whimpered into his gag as he jerked and thrust inside me one last time.

Satisfied, I slowly got up to get a wet towel from the bathroom and came back to the bed with it. Tenderly I stoked my prisoner, cleaning our juices from his limp cock. I gently removed the gag from his mouth and kissed him fully on the lips. He swallowed hard and licked his lips before I closed the door to my private chambers, leaving him tied up for our next encounter.

Dirty Little Sex Crime

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I sat quietly alone in the car, looking in the direction of the place I knew he would have to appear…his job. It’s the easiest way to track a person. Find out where they work, then just follow them.

I finished smoking and flipped the remains out the window into the heavy breeze, spinning it around outside my car. I took notice of the rustling leaves that spiraled around in a circle near the curb. My eyes followed as a stray leaf broke free and wondered off in the direction of the police department. My eyes followed every twist and curve as it neared my target.

I could feel the blood rushing through my veins as the leaf came to a stop when a officer stepped outside. I smiled lightly, breathing in the essence of life deep into my lungs.

I had been watching him for a long time, and fantasized many times about what I would do to him if I had the opportunity. I was looking at him like an object, not a life form like me, put a toy to be played with and used completely.

He was perfect with his short cut black hair, brown eyes, dimpled cheeks, and nice muscular built body. I was drawn towards him since the first day I saw him at the park. I felt it was fate that had brought us together and fate alone that would decide the outcome of our next meeting.

I watched him from Second and Broadway as he sat down in the his car, and placed a seatbelt across his chest. I started my car as he began backing out, and then I watched him as he turned left at the light and drove right in front of me. I quickly dropped in behind him and began my pursuit, my body tingling with adrenaline.

I relentlessly followed behind him as he turned left on Main St and then right to W 2nd St. At the light he turned left to 97 going under the overpass and pulled into a Quik-Trip located on the corner in front of Wal-Mart. I followed behind him as he made his way inside. I could smell the sweet fragrance of his cologne as his body moved through the air directly in front of me. I inhaled it deeply, programming the smell permanently into my mind. We reached for a small cup at the same moment and our hands briefly touched, sending shock waves of adrenaline throughout my body. Was it destiny or fate?

It wasn’t until we were getting into our cars and backing out that he looked directly at me, locking eyes for a longer than usually glance. I could tell that he thought I looked familiar, but he just couldn’t quite figure out who I was at that moment. Fear that I had been caught before I was ready, sent me in the opposite direction.

The next day, I waited until his shift was almost over before I began my pursuit of following him to his home. I drove past as I watched him pull his police cruiser into his driveway. I continued on straight, looking into my rearview mirror as he stepped his huge 6’3” body out of the small confines of the drivers seat. I turned around on the next block and drove back in front of his house looking for one last glance or the opportunity to put my plan in motion.

I knew he was married for the second time, and had a couple kids, but they were nothing but a momentary thought. After all, in the end they would be okay and be able move on with their lives. She knew the risk of being with a police officer when she first began sneaking around with him while he was still married to his first wife.

It was several hours into darkness on late February eve, when I got up enough nerve to park my car just a couple hundred feet from his front door. I stepped outside, feeling the heartbeat of the earth beneath my feet. Power was flowing into me as I was drawn nearer to his essence, his life force. I could smell the coolness of the earth as I stood near a window and peered with contempt of danger. I smiled slowly as I stood near the window and reached out to run my fingertips lightly over the glassy surface. My fingertips tingled with the feeling of life under them, my body reacting to the powerful flow of adrenaline, I reached down the front of my jeans with my left hand and cupped my moist mound.

I could see him standing in the middle of the room, talking on the phone as I silently watched his lips moving to words I could not understand. His graceful movements subdue my own shaky nerves as I watch him remove his shirt. His stomach muscles are not taught but rather pudgy, as if he has enjoyed a few too many beers in his lifetime. I find it sexy for men around 40 to have this kind of look, and it sent shivers down my spine.

My left index finger separated my damp opening and began massaging in clockwise direction. I giggled lightly thinking about how I would look like a fool if someone were to pass by and see me standing there. At the moment I didn’t care, I was more into the fantasy of what I could be doing to his body after I forced him at gunpoint into the back seat of my SVU.

I would handcuff his wrists behind his back, (using his own set of cuffs of course), gag him with a thick washcloth, and then place a black hood over his face. I would then take my helpless, whimpering victim to a cabin deep in the woods, where no sound could be heard for miles.

Inside the cabin I pull off the hood and remove the gag from your mouth. After all, there is no need to fear anyone being able to hear the screams so far out in the country.

He looks around confused and disoriented, but quickly recovers and tries rushing his handcuffed body in my direction. I’m quickly able to knock him off his feet and send him falling to the floor with a loud thump.

I maneuver over his body and sit across his mid-section, “You’re fucked my friend!” I say with a little giggle. Then I slap him viciously across the face, leaving a dark red handprint across his right cheek. With a savage grin on my face, I begin punching him in the face, chest and belly, forcing him the wince in a little pain.

He was big and powerful, but my blows took some of the fight out of him. Keeping him handcuffed I cut free his shirt, pulled down his jeans, and then removed his boxers, leaving him fully exposed to my fists. I worked him over until my knuckles began to bleed and the blood from his face began to mix with mine.

When he beg me to stop, I stepped back and began to admire the nakedness of my victim. He looked luscious, with his limp cock laying to the side of his leg. I couldn’t stop myself from taking him fully into my mouth. Nature took over and after several minutes his cock began to grow. I wanted to jam his big cock deep down my throat, but first I wanted him to feel pain.

I walked across the old creaky floor and stood before my victim. I pulled a large hunting knife out and touched the tip to his chest.

“You will call me Tayla,” I whispered softly. “And you will treat people like me with respect from now on. Do you fucking understand?”

He nodded, and said he was sorry.

“You know I could easily kill you,” I said to him. “No one knows where we are.”

“No, please, no,” I have a family he pleaded.

“No - what - you pig? I said pressing the tip of the knife into his firm chest muscle near his heart.

His eyes opened wide at the sensation of the cold blade pressing into his flesh, bringing a small amount of blood oozing to the surface.

“I’m sorry Tayla. Please don’t kill me,” he begged.

“That’s it. Be a nice officer. Not some asshole cunt, that thinks he’s better than the rest of the world.”

“Okay Tayla, just take the knife away from my chest.”

I moved the knife away from his new wound, but held it firmly in my hand. “You don’t remember me, do you asshole?” I asked gripping the knife a little tighter in my hand.

“No Tayla, I don’t…”

“Of course you don’t,” I said placing the knife back against his skin. “Pretty little pigs like you look right past people like me. I’m not pretty enough, smart enough, or thin enough for you. You treat me as if I’m a nobody. A worthless piece of shit that should only be taken out back and shot. You think you’re too good to follow the same rules that I have to follow. I’m nothing to you but dirt under your fingernail that you can’t get rid of.”

I stuck the knife into his chest deep enough to make him let out a loud ear piercing scream. I continued to stare into his eyes at his pain, until his eyes locked with mine, then I had to look away. Even handcuffed, he had power over me, and I wanted to take that power away from him.

“You’re nothing but a fucking piece of shit, you asshole,” I screamed at him and began slamming my fist into his body. While he shrieked in agony, I thought about taking the knife and driving it deep into his belly and splitting him open. “I want you to remember me, and everything that has happened today, so that you will never forget what trauma does to a person. They are never normal again. You can’t just forget and move on. Every time you think you’re okay, someone could be lurking around some corner ready to do you harm. I’m not going to kill you this time, but I’ll be watching you.”

My thoughts were running wild as I stood rubbing my wet cunt outside his house, thinking about my fantasy to kidnap the officer. I wanted to watch him struggle to breathe. The thought sent me over the edge and my insides began to erupt. Hot warm juices began to flow. I pulled out my fingers and licked the sweetness from my fingertips. I was out of breath, but returning to sanity when lights from a car turned down the street.

The coolness of the night air felt like ocean waves caressing my body. I quickly retreated to my car, and continue my quest to find another officer to kidnap for my ultimate fantasy.

All Aboard

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Secrets of a Darkened Heart

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WARNING !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This story is a work of fiction, and deals with killing and torture.



There are some things in this world that everyone should try at least once. Murder is one of them. People don’t understand the thrill, the worry and the lust for death until they’ve tried it, until they have blood on their hands, in their mouth, soaking into their clothes staining them forever with the sin they have just committed. It’s the ultimate power trip, the act of god. Bringing justice to those who’ve wronged you, or just helping the population explosion with a random cull of the masses. It’s a turn on.

And it’s not that I don’t like people. I love people. I’m a very social person, just with some anti-social fetishes, and I am not alone in this world. There are many who exist solely for the joy of bringing death upon someone. For the pleasure in the foreplay and the act itself, it’s enough of a heat to cause wet dreams for days beforehand. It’s an addiction in ways. Blood lust, the chase, the capture, the torment, the kill and the secret knowledge that you alone did it; caused the pleasure, caused the pain and in the end, disposed of the used and abused corpse.

I entered into this dark, macabre underworld after my first boyfriend met his end. It wasn’t a terrible end, quite compassionate if I say so myself. He hardly suffered and enjoyed the prelude to his demise immensely, almost as much as I enjoyed his passing over. I hadn’t meant for it to happen, we’d been fighting and the blade slipped. Well, that’s my story. It was a crime of passion. All my crimes are that of passion, but this was passion of a different kind. He brought anger out in me, he induced me to a state of rage that I’d never seen before, and I was a savage, unleashed on him, my un-willing victim.

I say un-willing, but that didn’t last long. My rage turned to excitement and I treated him to a night like no other he’d ever had. He was taken to the furthest reaches of pleasure, teased, tormented and seduced; it was a night of near explosive lust given physical release. A night I am unable to forget, and a night he would never survive. All in all, a good first experience in murder.

The mess was the first thing that hit me, once my ears had stopped ringing and blood flow stemmed. The place looked like a war had taken place. Crimson was splashed everywhere, it looked like bad modern decorating, and he lay, slashed and bound at a torturous angle on top of a lake of slowly drying blood. It was a masterpiece. I wish I’d thought back then to take pictures, I don’t think I’ve since came close to the beauty that pure passion encouraged to massacre can create.

I hungered after that first foray into the killing arts. I had a need to fulfill, and only the feeling I got after watching someone die sated me. It wasn’t just the death that done it either, it was everything. The cold chamber in the back of my car where I led my eager prey, the entrapment, the granting of their last urges, my own orgasmic release then the feast of their flesh. It all came together in a crescendo of pleasure and pain, which merged into one electrifying experience, and what can I say? Everyone needs a hobby.

Truly, I only found solace in my car. It was a place that was mine alone, filled with lost souls and the smell of sex and death, it was the place I spent the majority of my time. Whether it be indulging in my secret desire or being alone with myself, away from the squalor of the flat I lived in, and the noise of the two other people I was forced to live with.

My truck was an old one, camouflaged 89 Chevrolet Blazer. I didn’t look the type to drive a monster like that, but I did all the same. I’d always liked them for their room and the privacy the back area provided. With a grill to separate it from the cab it was my own personal torture chamber, complete with chains and other temptations, it was perfect. I’d owned the truck for a number of years before I first fully appreciated how useful it would be to my new pastime, now it was the carrier of a dark mistress for a new age, a bringer of death.

The truck provided a more personal kind of satisfaction as well, for not every night could I go on a rampage of sex and death, I had to choose the right victim. They had to fit the profile. It was a process that took time, but my own yearnings and needs didn’t work that way. I still lusted the same, and it was quite by accident that I found my unique way of pleasuring myself.

It was one day while parking along a back road to dispose of some bits from my car that I figured out how my car could be used to it’s full potential. The bits I was getting rid of were contained in a bag that had been rotting in the back of my truck for a few days and from which the smell had finally overcame my senses and forced me to dump the final pieces of what had been a most enjoyable ride. Swinging the truck into reverse as I was leaving, the vibration through the gear stick sent a quiver to the pit of my stomach and my eyes drifted over to the black plastic head that throbbed under my palm. My mind whirred with ideas, and just how much delight I could derive from the cold, hard stick that now beckoned me to give it a try.

I pulled the handbrake on and the vibration increased, my smile widened. I found the hardest part was maneuvering myself as I discovered to keep that level of tremor through the shaft the car had to be in gear, my left foot slid off the clutch as my right slid on and my hip swung my leg over to the passenger side foot space. With my foot pressing the pedal to the metal and my left foot finding a comfortable position I began to lower myself onto the gear stick.

As it painfully forced itself into me, my hands fought to find balance as I found my legs starting to tremble with my own pleasure, my right foot balanced precariously on the edge of the clutch and closing my eyes I forced myself to focus on pushing the clutch down. I continued to slide myself up and down the shaft, the initial pain now gone in a rush of adrenalin and excitement while both blood and my own juices provided lubrication for the gear knob. It worked quickly, and I think the atmosphere brought me round quicker, nothing like your own blood dripping down your legs while you have something with that much horse power pulsing away inside you to turn a girl on. But as I got more into the rhythm, I lost my head to my desire and my right foot slowly began to slide from the clutch. Oblivious to the impending problem, I could feel my lust start to blossom, twisting and contorting throughout my body as my foot came completely away from the clutch. As the car stalled, I was lurched forward and could feel the shock reverberate throughout my system as this now silent, slick object hammered inside me.

Dizzy and on the edge of passing out from an overdose of pleasure and pain, I hauled myself up and lifted myself away from the gear stick, lowering myself back to the driving seat where as my eyes began to focus, I saw the blood that ran in stream down my inner thigh. I shook my head and reached for the roll of kitchen towel and began to mop up my mess, reminding myself that for future solitary experiences, I’d find a brick to hold down the clutch. Still shaking, but with the blood flow stemmed. I drove away from the scene of my perversions. I was in the mood for someone new, someone to make me feel alive again. To get that rush as they died, I needed to do something new. I was stuck in a rut where nothing excited me anymore. I desperately wanted to rediscover that feeling that first gave me that taste for death.

The search for the perfect partner was a long, drawn out one. I often grudged it, but in the end it was worth it. To take someone who was not fully willing to give him or herself to me, to become mine, it was just not the same. Of course, in saying that, I don’t mean that my victims knew their fate, but they were more willing to play along than those who would scream though all the entertainment, before a razor had even glanced off their pretty, virgin flesh.

I found my victims everywhere from shopping, to drives through town. They stood out from everyone else, they had that glint in their eyes that others didn’t. That special something that said they were willing to take a risk. That they got off on risks, that for one night, they would accompany me to their deaths. I wanted a challenge now, my truck had witnessed the death of over ten people and it was becoming routine. Chase, capture, torment, kill - easy. I wanted to get that edge, that something that would really excite me. I needed someone who wasn’t easy, someone who would fight back, yet enjoy it as much as I did. For weeks, I never thought I would find this illusive someone. Then I saw him.

He sat in the corner of the bar, drinking a bottle of beer. His eyes showed deep thought about something on his mind. I bought myself lemonade and sat down beside him. He barely glanced at me but I gave him my best smile back. I introduced myself and he shrugged and mumbled something. I twisted myself closer to him on my seat, my hand brushing over his leg. As my fingers brushed his jeans, he gave me a sharp look then his features softened and he smiled at me. Without saying a word, I moved my hand back to his leg and gently stroked up his thigh. His smile widened and he leaned forward and whispered into my ear, “Do you have somewhere more private for us to go?” I nodded, giddy with such instant success and led him from the bar to my car.

He climbed into the passenger side and we drove to the outskirts of town. I told him what I wanted to do to him, how I wanted him to feel and he lapped it up, moaning as I buried one hand into his jeans. I could barely contain my delight, he was perfect, handsome, ready to take the risks I had offered and he looked fiery, but not as fiery as would as the night progressed. I doubted though that he would accept death as his fate, I wanted him to fight.

I parked a distance from the road in a place I knew we wouldn’t get disturbed and ushered him into the back of the Blazer. He laid down without me having to ask and let me climb in on top of him. After frenzied minutes of rampant lust, I reached for the rope and started to bind his hands behind his back. He squirmed under the taut bonds but never complained. His eyes were glazed with passion as I continued to work on him, tying each foot to the sides of the truck, leaving him spread and waiting for whatever I wanted.

I glanced about the back of the truck, as well as being home to a variety of sex toys, it also held the equipment needed to keep my car running. As I spied the petrol can, I smiled. Dragging it out from behind him, I pulled off the funnel. I ran the end of it around my mouth and let him watch, the taste of petrol dull in my mouth. He moaned louder as I ran my fingers over his hard cock and took him fully into my mouth. He moaned loudly with pleasure, fighting his bonds, his eyes gazing at me with that look of lust that people get as they near their edge.

I smiled up at him, and then began dumping gas over his naked body. His eyes conveyed a sense of confusion as I stopped sucking his cock, and without warning shoved the funnel of the gas can into his tight ass. I grinned, lowering myself to kiss him one last time, letting him taste the petrol that still lingered on my tongue. He kissed me ferociously in return, exploring my mouth with need and desire. I pulled away almost sadly as I pushed the funnel deeper inside him. I then tipped the can, letting the petrol flooded its way into his tight ass. He gasped and began to fight me; his legs thrashing wildly as his arms sawed the ropes that held his wrists. I could nearly taste his fear.

I reached for my knife, which was held in my boots and cut the ropes that attached his feet to the vehicle. He screamed, a deep-throated wail that I was sure everyone for miles around would hear. To quiet him, I smacked him across the jaw. Knocking him out until death would come to claim him. Dragging him out of the car, he was a dead weight. I hauled him into the nearby field and carried the remainder of the petrol with me in the can. Laying him gently into the grass, I lay myself over him and kissed his unresponsive lips, wrapping my legs around one of his and squeezing as I worked myself around to orgasm. I wanted him to burn freshly coated with my fluids, so when he awoke in hell - my mark would be on him.

I brought myself around quickly, moaning and groaning in the quiet of the night, trembling with delight and rolling from him into the grass. Spent and shivering in euphoria, I stood up and started to douse him with the remaining gas. Once he lay soaked and unconscious, I reached into my pocket and retrieved my matches. Lighting one, I threw it between his legs and jumped back as his body flared, the fire racing deep inside him, following the trail of petrol.

The fire had me captivated. It was beautiful, and the aromas of cooking flesh, delicious. He burned brightly, from the inside out and all over and as he came around, his screams echoed out, but they didn’t last long. The smoke from his body silenced him as it overcame him, and led him down the road to death. I watched for as long as I could, but I knew the fire would be spotted and I had to make myself scarce. Grabbing the fuel can, I jogged back to my car and raced it home.

Settling into a well-deserved bath before any of my friends returned from a late night party. As I lay, in the comfort of the warm water, I pictured him again and reaching for the hand held shower, I brought myself around again, trying to decide on how I would kill my next victim as my moans reverberated in the small tiled room.

My first boyfriend was right you know, that night when he died, he’d called me insatiable, and I am. I’m still waiting for the kill that will sate my passion; maybe it is something I will only find in my own demise. Maybe that is the kill that will give me everything I desire…