My Hero

I stood on the edge of the bridge at 2 am in the morning, ready to jump. Death was sitting on my shoulder, whispering in my ear to end my years of suffering. I was tired of being lonely and alone. I had several different boyfriends, acquaintances, one night stands, but I was never with anyone more than a few weeks at a time. At age 34, I told myself it was just because I hadn’t found Mr. Right yet. The truth was that I was told my problem with not staying with someone for very long, was because I had a borderline personality disorder, which made me impulsive, aggressive, and I often engaged risky sex. I often drank and used drugs, which made my moods very unstable. The men in my life however enjoyed the fact that I was a freak when it came to sex. I think that was the only reason some of them stayed around as long as they did. I liked taking full control of my ride, and ride them anywhere, anytime, until they could cum no more.

I had several drinks earlier in the night, drinking a little over a half of a fifth. I was still clinging onto the bottle, slowly taking sip after sip as I stood swaying back and forth near the edge of the bridge. I hadn’t jump yet, because the thought was in my head that maybe it wasn’t high enough and if I jump I would only severely injury myself, and not die, leaving myself a cripple for the rest of my lonely miserable life. All my thoughts were jumbled and my head felt light as I turned toward the edge and peered over into the darkness below. I stood there for a few minutes, breathing in the fresh air, and trying to clear my head of the images I kept seeing in my mind. Tears began to freely flow down my cheeks, dropping into the darkness below.

I leaned my head back and took a long gulp from the bottle of Tequila. As I did, I could feel myself leaning out farther over the edge, until I began to feel myself letting go. I didn’t stop myself, instead I cried out, “Goodbye cruel world. You will hurt me no more. I‘m tired of trying to find my dream man.”

From out of no where I felt a hand grabbing me by the shoulder and by one arm. Frightened, my first reaction was to pull away from whatever had grabbed me, but I allowed myself to be firmly held until my rescuer had pulled me into his arms. My bottle of Tequila fell from my hand and dropped into the cold dark water below with a loud splash. I turned around, gasping for air, as I looked up into the eyes of the most gorgeous man I had ever seen. I was so light headed that I felt like I was going to faint, but he again caught me in his arms as I began to sway. I stood there leaning into the arms of the man who had just saved my life. I could feel his strong muscular build in his arms and chest as he held me tightly. I looked up into his deep blue-green eyes, seeing his inner deep passion, I couldn’t help but tremble.

He broke his gaze into my eyes and stood back after releasing my arm, and smiled at me. I was speechless for the first time in my life. I didn’t know what to say to him. I didn’t question him about how he knew I was out there, if he knew what I was about to do, or why he was there. We stood there, staring into each others eyes, as if we were the only two people left in the world. I was speechless, and just stood there smiling back at him. He was the man of my dreams, the man I had fantasized about each night before falling asleep. The man I had masturbated to when I closed my eyes.

“Are you alright now?” he asked with a deep caring voice.

I was still in shock from having him pull me back from the edge of death. It was all like a dream, nothing seemed real. He squeezed my hand gently, waiting for me to answer. I could feel the warmth of his hand as he held my hand firmly. It was sending chills of pleasure throughout my body. I wanted to take him right there; strip him naked, and fuck him until I could fuck no more.

Finally, I managed to get out the words, “Yes, I’m fine now. Thank you so much for helping me.” I tried to compose myself in the best way I could by straightened up my hair and dusting off my old ragged jeans that I had owned since high school. We both smiled at each other, and I felt my heart skip a beat as if I were a teenager in love for the first time.

I finally managed to get out the words, “My name is Tayla.” I could feel butterflies flipping around inside my stomach as he took me by the hand and gently brought my hand to his lips and kissed the top of my hand softly. I could tell that he was looking at me waiting for a response. I blushed as chills ran throughout my entire body, from the top of my head to the tips of my toes.

“My name is Joe,” he said while still holding my hand, and staring deep into my blue-green eyes. Nervously, I held his hand tightly, and looked deep into his eyes.

“Joe do you believe in fate?”

“Yes, Tayla I do.”

“Then you know I want you to come to my place right now.”

So many thoughts were running through my mind as we walked to my place. I was so happy to have finally found the man of my dreams. He was 6’3”, around 220lbs, with a well toned body, that was strong yet tender looking at the same time. His eyes were the same bright blue-green shade as mine, and seemed to glow in the night. I found myself staring at him, wondering why fate had chosen this night to show itself.

So many different thoughts were running through my mind as we walked into my little apartment. I led him into the front room where we sat down on the sofa and continued for a moment to stare into each others eyes. My heart was pounding fiercely in my chest, part in fear and part in excitement.

“Joe I have to tell you something,” I said as a tear began to drop from my right eye. Joe reached out for my hand and held it firmly, trying to comfort me. I hesitated at first, thinking what I was about to tell him would drive him away, because he would think I was crazy or something.

Finally, I managed to get out the words, “Tonight, I was going to take my life.”

“I know,” Joe said speaking softly with his head held down. “I was on the other side of the bridge, ready to take my own life, when I overheard you crying. I was feeling the same pain as you, and felt compelled to go there and end my suffering. When I saw you, I couldn’t believe you were the woman that I had seen in my dreams many times before. That’s why I came with you back to your place. I had to find out if you were real or just another dream.”

He laid his hand softly against my cheek and stroked it gently, speaking tenderly he said he was so happy he had finally found me. My body ached for him to touch me in the way I always dreamed he would. We both reached for each other and held our bodies tight to each others chest. I felt in my heart and soul that Joe was the man I needed in my life and arms. He was the one was would rescue me from my life of hell.

As my eyes closed slowly he whispered softly in my ear, “I will be with you forever my love.”

He kissed my cheek as my eyes closed all the way, and soon I was fast into a deep sleep. When I awoke, I saw Joe had turned out all the lights and placed candles all around the room. He had stripped off his shirt, and was standing above me staring at me. I felt his hand cup one of breast and begin teasing my nipple until it was hard. I began to whimper as he took my other nipple in his mouth and sucked on it as he continued firmly massaging my other one. My body was on fire from the inside out. I closed my eyes again as Joe leaned down on my body and began kissing me deeply, moving his tongue around in my eager awaiting mouth. I moaned as he kissed my throat, and worked his way down from thee to the valley between my breast. He was tasting my body as he went, lavishing me with his tongue bath. He took both my breast in hands and pushed them together so he could lick both nipples at the same time.

I could feel his cock pressing against his tight jeans as continued to work one of his hands down the front of my jeans between my legs. He searched for my love spot and entered my moist nest first with his fingertips, rotating his fingers from my opening to my clit, making small circular movements over the area just below my clit. I was on the verge of begging him to fuck me.

He unzipped my jeans and pulled them and my panties off. Joe spread my legs far apart, and had one leg over the edge of the couch, making room for him to access my wet cunt easily. He could smell my fragrance as he kissed me up and down my legs while he worked my clit into a frenzy. Stroking it at a fast pace, only stopping to slide a finger or two deep inside.

I began making loud moaning sounds deep in my throat as he slid his finger in and out of my sweet pussy, making me wetter than I already was. It was just like in my dreams. My back arched as I felt his tongue flicking back and forth across my clit. He began sucking on my clit with intense pressure, which sent me over the edge and I had to grab the back of his head. He darted his tongue in and out my hole as he continued rubbing my clit, draining all my juices.

I felt him stand and slip his pants off, freeing his large cock that was glistening with pre-cum at the tip. I wanted to feel him in my hands and reached out to take him into my waiting eager mouth. I took his cock in my mouth, and stroked him gently up and down while looking into his eyes. I could feel him quickly building to a climax.

“I want to feel you deep inside Joe,” I begged him as I pulled him close. I could feel the large tip of his cock touching my steaming hot pussy lips. I raised myself higher, wanting him inside of me. Joe gently spread my legs wider and began slipping the head of his cock inside my moist and ready pussy. He pumped just a little in and out, teasing me. I raised my hips again, wanting more of him, but he only slowly gave her another inch, and teased me again.

Finally, I could tell he could no longer take it, and pushed all of himself deep inside in tight cunt. I cried out with pleasure as his cock hit the bottom and held there firmly, letting my cunt get use to the size of his cock. Slowly he began moving in and out as I began moving my body to the motion of his thrusts, moaning out loud each time he plunged back in. I tossed my head back and forth, not being able to stop the feelings of love and passion that burned within my body. He continued to pump his rod in and out of my pussy, making me cum again and again.

Each time I came my muscles inside would tighten around his cock, making him moan as loud as I was. I could feel his cock throbbing inside my pussy walls as he seemed to grown bigger inside me. He grabbed me by my hips as I grabbed hold of his shoulders and upper back with my fingernails. I dug in a little as he pounded harder and deeper into my aching cunt. The more I dug in, the harder he pumped my pussy, until I felt him arch his back and his juice came flowing out.

I awoke with the bottle still in my hands, sitting near the bridge. It had all only been a dream from a passed out drunk mind. I stood cursing God and anyone else within shouting distance, causing myself to accidentally fall back towards the waters edge. As I felt myself going over the edge, a strong muscular arm reach out for mine, and quickly pulled me back into his arms. I collapsed on the ground with my heart beating so hard inside my chest that it felt uncomfortable. Suddenly, I began throwing up all the alcohol that I had been drinking that night along with a tuna fish sandwich.

I felt gentle hands reaching down and pulling my long blonde hair to the side as I continued violently vomiting. When I finally finished, I heard a kind gentle voice ask if I was okay. I finally looked up and saw a someone standing there with his hand out, offering me a hand up. I focused on the face smiling at me and held out my hand. He quickly pulled me up until I was standing right against his body. I looked up into the blue-green eyes of a guy who was 6’3” as he whispered, “Hi, my name is Joe.”

Early Morning Wakeup

It’s 6:30 as I glance at my watch when I finish parking on your street, and I wonder if you’d been up late all night long as usual. I climb the stairs and struggle somewhat with your door key, trying to avoid too much noise that might startle your dog.

Once inside, I remove my shoes and grab an glass of water on the way to your bedroom. The sun’s just begun to rise in the eastern window, which provides a pleasant glow within the room. I pause to watch you as you sleep. You’re laying in somewhat of a fetus position on your right side, your legs are pulled up, arms folded in front of you.

Not knowing whether or not I would stop this morning, you went to bed nude anyway. The light sheet was pulled up to just-above your breasts, with your left arm outside their protective covering. You are in a deep, peaceful slumber, hardly breathing, a smile on your face. I approach you from behind and lean over to kiss you on your left ear-lobe, just lightly, then kiss my way down your neck, pulling away your hair as I go. You’re somewhat startled at first, but in your subconscious mind you’re only having a dream.

You roll onto your back, pulling the sheet tightly across your bountiful bosoms. I move my head down to your left nipple and gently bite it through the sheet. I can feel it growing harder as I nibble at it, ever so gently, not wanting to wake you, yet. I reach over to your right tit and cup it from underneath in my left hand, gently squeezing it within my palm, pinching the growing nipple between my thumb and forefinger. I can feel your heartbeat increase as I alternate between squeezing your breast and pinching and biting your nipples.

Glancing up, I see the smile on your face growing, I feel your breath increasing against my face. You’re still deeply asleep, having a pleasant dream…. Kneeling on the floor beside your bed, I remove my left hand from your tit and slide it under the sheet to your left thigh. You’re hot to the touch, which tells me my hand must feel very cold as I gently caress the soft soft skin of your upper leg…up and down, avoiding your pussy, still biting gently and pulling on your nipple through the sheet. Your left hand moves to the back of my head and pushes it against your breast, your right hand moves under the sheet toward your warm mound.

Your legs part as your right hand begins to rub around the outside of your cunt-lips. Your left hand releases my head and joins your other hand, one above and one below the sheet. I look again and see the smile growing even more. Releasing your nipple, I move down the side of the bed and pull myself under the sheet. As I approach your pussy, I can smell your musky aroma…and I watch as your right hand rubs your pussy lips between your middle and ring fingers, up and down. I get the impression that this is what you were doing shortly before you fell asleep a few hours before!

Moving over your left leg, I fight against the sheet being pushed by your left hand, and work my way up, kissing your soft skin from just inside your left knee upward toward your pleasure box, occasionally biting your softness between my teeth. At the same time, I lightly brush the inside of your right leg with my fingertips, opposite to where my lips are kissing. Your legs open more for me, allowing me to pull my body, still under the sheet, in between them. Your left hand moves to your nipples, your right hand finds my head and pulls it, forcing my nose against your clit. I manage to reach around with my hands on either side and pull your lips apart, exposing your hole to my tongue. I wiggle my moustache against your growing clittie, causing an immediate thrust from your hips toward me.

I insert my tongue into your hole, licking up and down the inside of your lips, then pucker my own lips to allow me to suck from your hole. I suck a little, lick a little, suck some more and lick some more, avoiding your clit except for when you buck your hips upward against my nose. I wish I could breathe through my ears! Your breathing has become almost frantic, you moan, your words are incoherent, you really enjoy this! You’re so wet now, both from your own secretions as well as those from my licking.

You pull your legs upward to help thrust against my mouth, so I reach my right hand around and under your left leg and insert first one, then two fingers into your hole, freeing up my tongue to flick back and forth across your erect little clit. Moving my fingers into your hole and back out, curling them inside you, pulling against the lower part of your cunt before removing them. My fingers are soaked, like everything else, so I slide them down to the bottom of your pussy and find your puckered ass opening and rub the wetness against it.

Still nibbling at your clit with my teeth, I pull gently at it and flick it, inside my mouth, with my tongue. I suck it, I bit it, I flick it, I fight against your thrusting hips, I insert the tip of my middle finger into your back door and move it around until it loosens up enough to add my ring finger. In and out, my pinkie finger tracing your crack, in and out, my index finger tracing along the insides of your pussy lips, in and out, flicking and biting your clit. I shift, replacing my left hand with my right (my fingers are getting TIRED!), and reach the floor with my right hand to find the glass that I’d brought into the room.

I stop working on your clit for a fraction of a second, and when I return, I have an ice cube between my teeth and touch it against your engorged clit, causing you to have a series of convulsions. I continue working my left-hand fingers in and out of your ass as I try to keep that ice on your clit, but your raging hip movements make it difficult. All at once you stop and your hips become limp…I remove my fingers and mouth, and look up to see your heaving breasts as you try to regain your breath.

Pulling out from under the sheet, I see that you’re now wide awake, your eyes are glazed over, but you’re defintately awake, and the smile on your face tells me that you enjoyed being awakened this morning…. I move up, kiss you firmly on the lips, then go into the bathroom to wash your delicious wetness from my hairy face…I gotta go to work! Perhaps I’ll stop by again tomorrow morning.

Playing a Naughty Game

We were walking to the car, and he suddenly pulled out a knife that he has been carrying lately in his coat. It’s a switchblade, and the snap of the blade surprised the HECK out of me…. Startled me, and gave me a nice dose of adrenalin to boot. Then he said to me (in a VERY commanding voice), “Do you see this?”

He came close to me and grabbed my arm, just below my shoulder. His grip commanded me more than his tone. “Yes” I said, wondering what he was up to, but breathing quicker from the shock and the adrenalin.

“Keep walking!” he said. He then clicked the blade back into the handle of the knife, but pressed it up against my side, hard, yet not enough to hurt. Just enough to remind me he was taking control of me. We walked a few feet, toward my car, and he leaned over to my ear, and in a strong, raspy, low voice, whispered to me, “Don’t scream, don’t say a word, or I’ll kill you. Do you understand?” I nodded yes quickly, my mind racing with apprehension and excitement.

My breathing continued to race, as well, as I became lost in his words and his actions, forgetting that this was the very same man who I have come to trust with my life, my history, my soul, my love… At that moment, he became a stranger with such intensity as to light me up, both with fear and with trembling sexual tension. What would he do with me?

“What do you want with me?” I whispered. He yanked my arm forward in reply, hurrying my step and displaying his impatience with my actions.

“I told you not to talk!” He bit, pressing the butt of the knife against my throat, threatening to click open the blade against my vulnerable flesh. He then opened the passenger-side door of my car, throwing me onto the seat, sneering at me. He drove me back to my place in silence.

Once inside my apartment, me shaking with trepidation, he said to me, “I’ve only got 8 hours ’till I’m outta here. You cooperate with me, and I won’t have to hurt you. You understand?” I nodded.

I guess he could sense my fear, his voice seemed so powerful and pleased with himself. He grabbed my arm again, pushing me toward my bedroom, which was easily visible given the small size of my living quarters. My mind began to fly wildly with images of what he had in mind. I knew what he wanted, but I didn’t want to admit it to myself. No, no, no, I kept saying, he’s not really going to do anything, he just wants a place to stay.

The entire time he had kept me close enough to him as to not let me see his face. Of course my fear helped him; I was petrified that if I made one false move, he would take it as an excuse to slice my throat open. He shoved me face down on my bed, ripping my coat off my arms as he flung me forward.

“Eight hours, and I’ll be outta here. You won’t even hear me leave. And if you are good and cooperative, you’ll get outta here alive!” Then he moved in close behind me, pressing me to the bed with his weight. “Do you have neighbors nearby?” In fear and inability to think, I froze. He shook me quickly, hard, “I said, DO YOU HAVE NEIGHBORS NEARBY?!! Don’t MESS with me, little girl, or I’ll do you like I did the shop clerk. Told HIM I wouldn’t hurt him, too. You never know, by looking at people.” He laughed. “Get my drift?” I nodded.

What was that supposed to mean?!! He had told ME he wouldn’t hurt me. He had killed a shop clerk? What was I in for? Did I have any choice? “Is there anyone around who might hear you?” He repeated. I nodded again, becoming even more aware that there was nothing I could do now to defend myself, which would not mean sure death for me. “You live here all alone, don’t you?” I could hear he was half mocking me, that I had no one to help me. I nodded again. I heard him laugh.

He started to lift his weight off me, telling me, “Don’t even MOVE, or your DEAD!” What could I do? “TURN your head into the pillow!” I did, quickly. I didn’t want to infuriate him again, he seemed to be calming down a bit, and that meant I was more likely to live. “Such a pretty girl, to be living all alone. So-o-o-o-o pretty.” His voice sounded like a crazed lunatic as he spoke to me. He was slowly stroking my hair, like the way you’d pet animal.

Finally he spoke again. “What’s your name, pretty one?” I didn’t know what to say…should I tell him, or should I give him a fake name? Surely he’d never tell me HIS name, not his REAL one, anyway. He didn’t like my hesitation, and was quick to retaliate. He started gripping my neck as though to choke me, and I said “Tammy” through the tightness of his grasp. Then he got off me, moving toward my closet.

“My name is Tom,” he sneered. Yeah, right. Like I’d believe that… He opened my closet door, looking for who-knows-what, tearing things in the process. My mind continued to be a flood of images of fear and possibilities of what this man could take from me, now that he had me in his control. Anything he wanted, he could just take.

“Please don’t hurt me.” I wanted to distract him. “You want money, you can have it. You want a place to stay, you can…”

“SHADDUP!!” he howled. He was suddenly on top of me again. “You know DAMNED well that I will take ANYTHING I WANT! Besides, I TOLD you, I just need a place to spend the night, and then I’m free! Now, I have to be sure you don’t see me, so I won’t have to kill you. Can’t have you identifying me, now can I?”

He was stroking my long, blonde hair again, over and over, slower and slower. “So-o-o-o-o pretty!” Finally he spoke again, “I’m going to put this over your eyes, so that you can’t see. But I don’t want it to hurt, ok?”

I nodded again, a bit relieved that he had some compassion. Maybe I wouldn’t die after all. He tied a black strip of cloth around my eyes, being careful to move my hair before it pulled. So gentle, his touch. So this was what he was hunting for in my closet…a blindfold. He pulled the knot tight; firm, so that I couldn’t open my eyes, but not painfully tight. “Does that hurt?”

“No,” I said. My voice sounded small to me, like a child’s. But I was calming down. My only fear was that he wanted to take my body, and there’d be nothing I could do. Suddenly he grabbed my wrists, firmly. He was pulling my arms behind my back, but not painfully; only strong enough to impress me, not enough to hurt me. Not unless I struggled against him. I thought he’d tie my hands behind my back, he was looping a strap around my left wrist, but then he grabbed my shoulders and flipped me onto my back.

I quickly understood what he was up to, as my left wrist was pulled outward away from me; he had obviously tied it to a rope or something, and intended to tie my arms to my bedposts. I let him tie me. I struggled at first, and he responded by grabbing my neck again as if to choke me. I immediately stopped fighting.

“If you cooperate, I won’t hurt you, Tammy.” He was taunting me with his voice, making obvious implications that I could no longer deny. I lay frozen, as he progressed through each step, tying my other arm, pulling my pants down over my ankles and off, laying his body over my legs and my thighs. Each step, he repeated his appreciation of me, “So-o-o-o-o pretty….So-o-o-o-o pretty.”

As he lay on top of me, he whispered in my ear, “Just cooperate Tammy, I won’t hurt you.” He was using a soothing, softer voice, trying to calm me. Instead, my breathing quickened again. Being so vulnerable, not able to make any choices, being so helpless…he liked it, and was getting turned on by it, but so was I. Yet I fought to not let it show.

“I won’t hurt you…” he repeated, as he traced the form of my legs with his rough hands. “This is what ALL you women want, isn’t it?!!” He lifted his body away from me, leaving me wondering what he’d do next. Then I felt his knees near my shoulders. “I want to feel those pretty lips!” he sneered. Then, taunting me, “Cooperate, and you won’t get hurt.”

I took him in my mouth, noticing that my tongue was moving over him, without me thinking about it. Realizing this, I stopped; this lead him to thrusting his hips into me, sliding the length of him between my lips. He moaned in pleasure, “Mmm, yesss, I LIKE that.” His movements continued several minutes more, before he lifted himself away from me again. “Yesss, eight hours till I have to go.”

He then pulled my sweater up, exposing my breasts. I felt totally and uncontrollably vulnerable. I was wearing a black lace bra, as I usually did, and he moaned in approval. I was terrified of him. At the same time though, I was fighting back waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I was very wet, and I knew it would only be a matter of time before he’d find out, and my body would betray me.

He then lifted his body off me, only to abruptly force my legs apart at the knees. I felt like I was going to cry. But I never could, very easily, and now was no different. My tears never progressed past whimpers. Suddenly he thrust his fingers into me. I inhaled sharply at the shock, and the pleasure, of feeling him touching me. “Hmmm… Do you LIKE that, Tammy?”

He was playing with my mind, using my name to prevent me from hiding inside my mind, to keep the situation immediate to me. I didn’t answer. He took my silence as a confirmation to him, a sign of pleasure, and began moving his fingers inside me, pleasing me, touching me as only he knows how. Wave after wave of pleasure flooded my body, and I had to fight not to moan out loud. Realizing I was restraining, he continued caressing me, bringing me closer and closer to orgasm, pushing my limits of self-control. Finally I lost myself. Moaning and undulating at his touch, I was totally at his command.

“Tell me you are mine!” he said. I hesitated. His touch became more insistent; his weapon of control was pleasure now, not pain. My resistance collapsed under it, and when he repeated, “Tammy, TELL me you are MINE!” I followed his order.

I was lost in the waves, on the brink of what my body so hungrily craved, when he pulled his fingers out of me, making me writhe in unsatisfied agony. He’s teasing me. The pleasure continued to course through my blood, when I finally felt him climbing on top of me, preparing to thrust himself into me. “Do you feel that?” he teased, as he let just his tip caress my hunger. His actions were making my desire increase, to mind-numbing proportions! “Hmm?! Do you feel that?” he insisted, until all I could do in my madness and desire was nod, writhe, and moan.

Finally he thrust himself full into me, fast, then withdrawing slowly, repeated the quick thrust. Within the depths of me, each stroke’s hit caused incredible, powerful, thundering amounts of pleasure, his technique both teasing me with the slow withdrawal, and building me with the quick pressure. He’d started slowly at first, torturing me and building me, but then began repeating his movements faster and faster, until I couldn’t hold back my orgasms, or my groans. As though riding the crest of a wave, he had succeeded in controlling me even down to my climax, continuing the pleasure until finally, I could sense HIS approach, and he pulled out of me.

“I’m going to cum all over that pretty body of yours now, Tammy!” he breathed. He then started pulling the front of my sweater up over the back of my head, fully exposing my chest and belly to him. It wasn’t but a second before he was inside me again, pounding yet another climax out of me, and out of him.

He demanded I lift my head, saying “Do you want to taste me? Lift that pretty head up and open your mouth!” He was very close. As he came, he backed up, spraying hot liquid over my breasts, belly, and waist, but moving too far away for his juices to reach my lips. His voice showed his pleasure just as his body had, and he touched my fluid-covered skin with his fingers. He then told me to open my mouth again, and pressed his cream-covered fingertips over my lips and my tongue.

“I might even come back, when this is all over. I like you!” he said. He moved off the bed, finally, and went to my bathroom to retrieve a towel, and to clean up. With familiar gentleness, he cleaned my body, untied my bonds, and laid next to me. Then he removed my blindfold. Blinking, I had some difficulty re-adjusting my eyes to the light of the room. I looked at my captor, his gentle smile, his glittering eyes, his wavy hair.

“So does this mean you have to kill me now, now that I’ve seen you?” I smiled. He smiled back.

“This means I’m curling up next to you and going to SLEEP for the next 8 hours until I have to go back to work!” my love replied.

“Thanks for playing the game,” I whispered back to my lover.

A Walk In the Park

I was slowly taking my time strolling through the park, just minding my own business. My mind was lost in the thoughts of stressful day. My computer had crashed that morning, my son called to tell me he had lost his job, I had a flat tire on the way to the store, my boyfriend of over 2 years called to tell me he was moving out of state, and he was breaking up with me. I briefly considered jumping off the tallest building I could find, but decided it probably wouldn’t be high enough to actually kill me, and would only leave me in a more fucked up state than I was already in. So, instead I shrugged it all off, and went for a long walk in the park to help clear my mind.

I strolled past a tree lined area, where shrubbery grew tall alongside the path. It was completely dark, with only a hint of moonlight casting long eerie shadows. I heard nothing except for the loud sound of my feet rustling through the leaves, and the steady thumping of my heartbeat. I stop to listen and heard several frogs croaking in the direction of a small stream. In another direction I heard the twittering of a bird landing in it’s nest, and far off in the distance I heard the sounds of traffic steadily on the move. I walk a little farther along the path and stop again. This time I hear someone else’s footsteps not far ahead me, and realize I’m not the only one in the park on a late April night.

I began pondering the possibility that it could be a mugger, or a rapist, stalking me as their prey. But I had been to the park many times in the past and never had a problem, so I just continued on at my leisurely pace feeling safe in my surroundings.

As I rounded the curve in the pathway, just ahead of me I see a tall figure sit down on a bench. I think to myself, whoever it was, they must have been the one who was the source of the footsteps that I had heard. Like me, just some other lonely soul, out on a late night, looking for answers to all those why questions in life.

As I get closer, my eyes begin to focus in and I discovered the other person is a man, with dark hair, nicely dressed, but with a lonely look on his face.

“Hello,” I say politely as I start to pass.

“Well, hello there,” he’s says with a deep voice and wide smile across his face. His tone is warm, welcoming, and trusting.

I hesitate, but then I turn toward him, and instantly become interested in what I see. I look at him and smile as I toss back my long blonde hair over my shoulder. I look into his brown soft eyes, and I see his recent pain and sorrow. I study his deep facial features and determine he’s around my age of early 40’s.

“Nice evening for a walk,” I say starting up the conversation.

“Yes it is,” he says smiling again. He looks me over from head to toe, up and down, making me feel almost self conscious. I feel slightly embarrassed by the silence and the inspection, that I turn to go.

“You want to have some fun?” he ask, and reaches out for my hand. I begin to wonder who this stranger is, and why he was in the park so late at night.

“Fun?” I say. “What kind of fun?”

“You know the type of fun I’m talking about. The type of fun that you are always writing about on your blog,” he says with a naughty look in his eyes.

My heart begins to race and I wonder what the stranger has in mind as he gets up and approaches me.

“I’m the type of person who gets a thrill from doing naughty things in places where someone might just catch you in the act,” he says as he stands his 6’3” body up from the bench. He leans in towards me, standing mere inches from my face. I detect the odor of his cologne, and it instantly sends chills throughout my body as I inhaled the heavenly odor deeply.

As I stare into his face, his lips form the words, “I want to fuck you,” with a erotic soft grin. My eyes widen with a bit of shock, but at the same moment I felt a thrill shoot from my chest to down between my thighs.

As if suspecting I might be hesitant, he gently reached over, took my hand and placed it under his tee-shirt, allowing me to feel the rippling muscles in his chest. He then placed my other hand on his huge bulge in the front of his pants. His gorgeous body was irresistible feeling as I ran my hand over his bare chest. He then kissed me lightly on the lips and then trailed his tongue down over my neck, sending goose bumps down my spine. It was as if he knew everything about me, and all the things that turned me on. My mind and body began screaming that I had to have him deep inside me. I wanted to touch every part of his body, feel the blood pumping through his veins, and absorb the heat coming from his life force.

He took my soft breasts in his hands, and cupped them as he tauntingly squeezed my nipples.

“Who are you?” I asked. “And how do you know who I am? Are you in law enforcement?” I asked wondering if maybe he was just there to find out my true identity and arrest me for some crime.

He leaned back and laughed, “I’m just someone who came across your blog one day, and …let’s just say I find you extremely interesting. I did a little study of your blog and discovered when it was most likely that I would find you here. And I just felt compelled to meet you, so here I am.”

He pressed up against me and slid his hand up between my legs, caressing the outline of my vagina as he leaned in and kissed me softly. I felt myself sink deeper into his comforting body, as I continued to inhale deeply the aroma of his cologne.

My hand made its way back to his trousers, and feeling for the zipper I quickly opened the front of his pants and grasp his long, thick cock. He eagerly sucked on my tongue as I removed his throbbing cock from the confines of his pants. I knelt down on the pathway and took him fully into my mouth, smelling the cologne on his cock where he had oblivious touched himself after putting on the rich deep scent.

I licked him over and under, up and down, sucking on the head of his cock like a lollipop. He held onto the back of my hair as his cock went in and out of my warm wet mouth. I could tell he was getting weak in the knees as I manipulated his cock around in little circles. I let my teeth graze across him lightly, as my tongue teased the underside of the head. I pressed my face deep against him so I could get to his balls. He groaned out loud as my wet soft mouth nibbled lightly on his balls, then I took him fully into my mouth, letting him easily hit the back of my throat with his long thick cock.

I then stood up and he kissed my mouth deeply again. He grasped me roughly and pulled me tightly against his warm, strong body. He trailed his fingers lightly over my neck, down towards my chest and stuck his hand down the front of my shirt. He began teasing my nipples by pinching, tugging and caressing them between his fingers.

I was clinging to him as he moved me toward the shadows near a blanket laying on the ground. He buried his face into my neck, as his hands squeezed my tits. The warm fresh scent of his breath sent chills throughout my body. We both began moaning loudly as he slowly pushed me down towards the ground, removing my shirt as he did. He reached under my bra and pulled my breasts free as he eagerly took them one at a time into his hot mouth.

With my free hand I worked my pants and underwear down in one quick motion, allowing him free access to my moist opening. I almost came when he slid a finger across my clit and began massaging it in little short circles. I began to growl and moan like an animal the closer I came to cumming.

He pulled he pants down just far enough to fully expose his beautiful penis and nice firm ass. My nails begin to dig into his ass cheeks, as he began grinding his hips across my cunt, letting me feel his cock grow to full length. He spread my legs wide and slid the head of his cock into my opening, making me moan out loud. He then quickly began fucking me hard, slamming his cock full length in and out of my throbbing cunt. We sounded like wild animals fucking in the night air.

I turned around and had him lay flat on his back so I could ride him and have control of where his cock hit inside my pussy. I could tell he was enjoying the intense pleasure of me grinding on top of his cock. I undid the front of his shirt and slid my nails across his chest, which cause him to start pumping his cock up into my cunt. I worked his cock around and around in my pussy until it felt like my insides were on fire. I was close to cumming when he turned me around doggy style and pushed his cock deep inside my walls.

I let out loud screams of pleasure as he slammed his cock deep inside me with all the strength he had. Within minutes I started cumming hard, squeezing his cock deep inside my cunt. He grabbed my hips and pulled them back on his cock with every thrust, trying to go even deeper. The second time I began to cum, I screamed out loud enough to pierce the night, that I was sure someone had heard me and would come thinking I was being raped.

My cunt tightened around him as I came, he thrust a couple more hard times and then let loose what must have been a months build up of cum. I could feel it hitting the back wall of my pussy, filling me with his rich creamy love soup. The sensation was exquisite, and left me feeling drained. I slid my clothes quickly back on and collapsed in the arms of my stranger as he nuzzled my neck, and kissed me lightly.

I awoke to my face feeling wet from the beginning of the morning dew on the grass in the park. I shivered with a light chill. I sat up remembering my encounter and grinned to myself. I had never had such a wonderful experience in my life. I began to wonder if I had just fallen asleep and dreamed the whole incident. I drove back to my place and climbed into bed feeling suddenly more exhausted than I had felt in weeks.

When I woke up, the sun was shinning warmly on my face, but I also noticed my neck felt hot, liked maybe I had been burnt. I slowly pulled myself out of bed and headed for the bathroom. There I washed my face and saw the large hicky on my neck. I looked myself over and found the usual love marks, a broken nail or two, light bruises on the inside of both my thighs where he had held my legs open wide and fucked my cunt like it was the last time he would ever fuck. Then I felt my cunt, and knew it wasn’t just a dream. His love gravy was still leaking from inside my walls, soaking my panties. I took a long, hot soapy bath, and then got ready to head out the door. Maybe I’ll just go for another long walk in the park.

Take Me

I’ve always want to be blindfolded. The ability to know what was coming next, taken away, leaving me wondering what you are going to do, and where you will touch me next.
Give me another man to fuck. Push me on all fours and take me from behind as I take his cock into my mouth. Wonder which cock I am enjoying more. Let him pin me down while you have your way with me. Switch up and see how much I can take.

Don’t fall in love with me. Fall in love with being with me. Enjoy the time, crave the connection. The sex can be slow and tender. Thoughtful and sugar sweet. The laughter and easy conversation part of the whole.

I want to spend time with you. Locked away from the world and the cares. To do naughty things in corners and on counters. To walk around naked, bare and fuck as I please. Wake me up with your hard cock demanding attention. Let me bring you breakfast in bed.

Take me to lakes where I can strip down and dive in. Take me to mountains where I can climb to the top after I’ve climbed into you. Take me home. Take me to bed. Let me take you to heaven.

Take control of me. Give me your trust and I will give you my submission. Tell me in a whisper or tell me in a growl. I don’t want choices. I don’t want you to hesitate. Know what I need. Give me what you’ve got. My ass rubbing against your crotch and your hands full of my tits. Skin and soul exposed and offered up.

Bound

She lay on the bed, droplets of sweat beading the flesh of her forehead. Her legs were splayed wide and the end of a vibrator was visible where it was shoved high up into her ass. The black blindfold contrasted boldly with her pale skin.

He stood in the door way gazing at her. She could have removed the blindfold, but somehow, she felt him there and preferred the safe anonymity of the darkness. He admired how her cunt lips glistened where his female accomplice had licked and sucked the succulent skin. He could hear the gentle buzz of the vibrator she had left rammed into his wife’s ass. All in all his wife made a lovely picture. Quietly he moved into their bedroom. On their dresser were two long pieces of silk he had placed there earlier. Taking them in his hand he tied one loop securely in one end of each length of silk. Carefully approaching the bed he looped the ends over the bedposts. Working rapidly, not giving her a chance to struggle he then tied one wrist to each post. Now she couldn’t change her mind about the blindfold.

The vibrator was also beyond her control. Reaching down between her legs he softly drew one finger across the soft skin between her pussy and anus. She stiffened at his touch. As he touched the end of the vibrator, he dialed it to it’s highest setting and then silently left the room. Her hips bucked as the quivering of the shaft in her asshole became a more insistent vibration. She strained her hands against the re- straining silk. He had tied her well. An ex-Navy man, she expected nothing less of him.

Behind her blindfold, she could envision herself as she must appear to anyone in their bedroom. The covering on her eyes and restraining silk, allowed her the luxury of enjoying the sensations in her body without requiring her conscious submission. The vibrator sent pulses of pleasure throughout her body. She could feel the shaft deep in her anal passage. It stretched the previously unopened sphincter until it was almost painful.

The slick walls of her rectum answered the pulses of the vibrator with a tightening and loosening massage. She couldn’t judge well the passage of time. All her attention was focused on the building force of sensation in her captive body. The resonance in her ass was building a wet, empty feeling in her pussy. Soon, she knew, she would start to writhe with her need to have a something in her pussy to hump against. Soon, she would do anything to be allowed to have a mega-orgasm.

The sensations in her lower body heightened the senses she was still allowed to use. Her nipples could feel each air current that brushed across her chest not air, hair! Long hair!

“Who are you?” she tried to whisper. As she opened her mouth, a cloth gag was quickly and smoothly put in place. Her question came out as a mumbled noise.

A woman’s voice whispered in her ear “Do you like the taste of your panties? I love to take a helpless woman who has never been with another woman before. I like to shove all kinds of things into every hole she’s got. I will open your ass as wide as your muscles can stand it. I will accustom you to enemas, spankings, and moving around with a dildo in your ass or your cunt. When I am through with you, your husband will be able to do anything to you he chooses, and you will learn to like it. You will never know what I will do next, but you will always know that your husband will either be helping me or watching what I do to you. Believe it!”

With a sob, she turned her head away from the voice. Her pussy was dripping. With a moan, she began rubbing her ass against the bed. More more more more more more more more more more beat against her brain. More pressure, more movement, more sensation. The vibrator was enough to arouse her almost beyond bearing, but not quite enough to tip her over the edge into orgasm. Frantically she began bearing down trying to push the pulsating shaft deeper into her ass. She could feel the rounded tip pressing against the walls of her rectum. It hurt a little as she stretched the interior membranes.

The woman straddled her waist. She could feel the unknown female’s pussy hairs on her skin. A sharp smack on her thigh made her stop all movement. The woman grasped the humming vibrator and began twisting it in her asshole. Each revolution of the shaft made her hips lift from the bed. With a slurping pop, the vibrator was jerked from her ass.

She moaned and her pelvis tilted to try and follow it. Long-nailed fingers opened her ass-cheeks. A finger began working into her rosette. Then a second and a third joined it. The woman opened and closed her fingers in a scissor motion.

” Feel it stretch? I want to get a dildo with a 2-2 1/2 inch diameter into your ass. Eventually I will. We’ll work up to it. But for now we’ll just add some more oil and massage it into your sphincter muscle.”

On those words, the captive felt warm oil being worked into her asshole. She could feel the long nails as the unseen woman worked the oil into her skin, her asshole, and the crack of her ass. Her cunt was ignored. The hands left her and the woman got off the bed. She could hear water running in the bathroom. Then silence a moment.

“Hello, sweetheart. Having fun?” it was her husband! He put her legs together tenderly. Then taking a firm grasp on her ankles he pushed her legs up until her knees touched her chest. Her ass cheeks were spread wide and her glistening, oily rosette was vulnerable to whatever torment was next on the list. She could hear footsteps coming from the bathroom. “I love you, babe. I am totally turned on by having this done to you. After this weekend, I will do all this to you myself.”

He stopped talking and she could feel his eyes on her asshole. A slender, smooth shaft was inserted. It was pushed DEEP into her hole. What …? Then, with gurgle, hot water was forced into her rectum and on into her lower intestine. It was HOT. Tears started to leak from her eyes and her hips strained to get away from this painful invasion of her body. Her arousal was forgotten. The water was forced into her with pressure. Her legs were allowed to drop and hang open. Too late, she realized this allowed more water to be forced into her already distended abdomen. The spout was removed and the tip of another shaft centered on her rosy little hole. It was pressed deeper and deeper.

Her asshole started to hurt. It has never been stretched so much! Her pelvis was tilted and she felt her husband place himself between her legs. He put his hand on the shaft entering her and shoved it HARD into her. The base widened her hole even more and then her sphincter tightened around a groove in the base. She moaned. She couldn’t get it out with muscle movement, and no water could leak out of her rectum either. Her asshole stung and burned with the unusual stretching. She knew getting the butt-plug out would sting.

She was sweating from the heat of the water in her body. It no longer hurt her rectum or intestines, but it was still warm. “Look, she’s a secret slut. That had to have hurt, but her pussy is still dripping wet! Do you want to fuck her? The heat from the water will make her cunt feel like a furnace!” He positioned himself over her.

The woman took his hard cock between her hands. “Here, let me get it nice and wet for you. My mouth on your cock into her cunt …” Slurping sounds. Then she felt the woman’s hands spreading her cunt lips and the head of her cock at the entrance to her passage.

With one long push, she felt her pussy filled with cock. “God, so hot, so hot! Unnn, God that’s good!” Her husband’s voice was above her. At the same time lips and a tongue were working on her tits. Her nipples were bitten and sucked and licked. The woman squeezed her breasts and nibbled on her nipples. The woman paused and said “Here, shove your fingers into my cunt. Try to get your fist into my pussy.”

Then her mouth returned to the captive nipples. The woman’s head lifted again, “Don’t move your cock. When the cramps from the enema start, she will milk your cock for you.” A minute later, the truth of that statement was proved. The cramps in her gut made her twist and buck her hips. She was unable to pay attention to anything but the conflicting sensations overwhelming her body. Some pain, but mostly intense pleasure.

Just as pressure, friction, and visual stimulation in her brain exploded into orgasm, she felt her husbands come explode into her dripping wet sheath. Seconds later he withdrew and the woman helped her off the bed. The silk had been loosed from the posts but was still attached to her wrists. The blindfold was still in place. She was led to the bathroom and bent over the tub.

The woman took a secure hold of the ring set into the base of the butt-plug and jerked! Her asshole stung and burned as it was swiftly stretched by the exit of the enormous base of the plug. She was spun quickly and set on the toilet just as a huge gush of water emptied itself from her body. She was allowed to sit and recover her balance as the water flowed out of her.

When she was through, she was bent back over the tub and a second enema of warm soapy water was delivered. The plug was reinserted. As she knelt on the floor the panties were removed from her mouth. A hand on her hair guided her mouth to a hair covered mound. “Lick my pussy.”

With tentative strokes she licked what she couldn’t see until the cramps started again. She moaned as she was bent back over the tub to have the plug jerked out again. A yelp accompanied the burning sensation and then she was on the toilet. After her insides had drained, a third enema, smaller in content, but with clear water was forced deep into her. She was placed in position and the long nozzle was inserted into her rectum. Then it was pushed deeper and deeper into her until she felt some of the rubber hose enter her hole.

Her asshole was so loose from the abuse of the butt plug and vibrator that she couldn’t clamp it shut on the hose. It closed around the hose, but without enough force to shut off the flow of COLD water this time. The woman must have squeezed the bag because the entire flow of cold, clear water was inside her in seconds. Then with no warning the nozzle was yanked from her. She was placed on the toilet and with no warning or ceremony, a douche nozzle was inserted into her pussy.

While waiting for the clear water to drain from her ass, her pussy was treated to three douches. Finally as clean as she could get inside, she was led back to bed and placed on her stomach. Her wrists were reattached to the bed posts and her blindfold removed. It was dark in the bedroom, the lights had been turned off. She couldn’t see her tormenter. Then footsteps sounded and the door was closed as the woman left the room.

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

For those who do not wish to read about torture, cruel acts, or any other random acts of violence that my mind may think about in the next couple hours, then I suggest you leave this site.

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.

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