The Writer's Loft

I remember a time when she was mine and she knelt before me on her knees. Her lipstick was smeared after having finished worshipping my cock and her belly was full of my seed. She was such a wanton little sub, one who would do anything to put a smile on my face. And as I wiped a bit of my seed from the corner of her lips and pressed my finger into her mouth, she closed her eyes and started again. 

I let her work her talented lips and tongue across and between my fingers. Two days without an orgasm, and oh, how she was desperate to please. Little did she know just how excruciating it would be to wait twenty-nine more. This would be the most difficult month for us both. 

It was a little thing, the way she innocently bit her bottom lip when presented with a no-win situation that really delighted his inner sadist. And now, here she sat with a choice to make—sit at the table and eat the roasted brussel sprouts he had prepared (which she despised the taste of) in order to earn her orgasm, or take her plate to the trash, scrape it clean, put it in the dishwasher and retire to her room without dessert and another night without an orgasm after relentless edging at his hand … 

How many days had it been since she last orgasmed? 

Forty-three. And after tonight? Forty-four. 

Where does the time go? How does one wake up and realize he hasn’t written in over a year? Hasn’t fed his soul in over a year? Hasn’t felt the touch of a sensual submissive in more years than he can count? 

Do such transgressions make a man unworthy of love? Of friendship? Of more? I hope not. But I am not the jury or judge fit to answer any of these questions.

So, I simply sit and I ponder the possibilities. I am merely a simple man who once had great intentions, but seems to have fallen short. If I were to write a memoir, this would surely make for an appropriate title. 

How are you, my friends and fellow kinksters? Are you still happy, healthy, and well? Please leave me a comment and let me know how you have been. I will try my best to be more present, feed my soul, and find my voice again. 

-ML

He slipped his hand beneath the hem of her panties and felt her arousal glisten on his fingertips. Her body came alive at his touch and her nipples became erect. He leaned down and suckled one between his lips and bit down gently, causing her to gasp and become more aroused.

He turned her over so that she lay face down on the bed. He positioned himself between her legs and placed his hands firmly on her thighs. He drew them slowly up the back of her legs and over the curve of her hips. He continued until the reached the nape of her neck. He leaned down and kissed her shoulder and pressed his throbbing erection against her buttocks.

She moaned softly and pressed back against him, hungry for his lust. He pulled her panties aside and eased his throbbing cock inside her. She clenched the sheet with her fists to stave off the pain of his impaling shaft. He let out a guttural moan when his body met hers and he found himself completely inside her.

“Are you ready?” He asked. Her voice caught in her throat as she bore down and readied herself for the savagery that was about to ensue.

He secured her wrists and ankles to the corner bed posts and stood back, gazing at her beautiful, naked body. The blindfold stole her sight and he marveled at the way she lay there with her head cocked to one side, listening for any sound that might give her an indication of the proximity of his presence.

He picked up the nipple clamps from the bedside table and removed the four rubber pads. With the teeth of the alligator clamps now exposed he adjusted the wheel to set the tension just so, so that she would feel, and constantly be aware, of their delicious bite.

She cried out when he applied the first to her excited nipple. She gasped and bit down on her lip when he released the second. His lips and tongue on her cleavage was a brief, but welcome distraction to the fire she felt in her chest.

The application of the clamps, though painful, had driven her to a new height, in terms of arousal. She now writhed from side to side on the bed, her clitoris buzzing and longing to be pleasured. Her arousal was evident on her lips and thighs , and truth be told, she would be embarrassed to see the mess between her thighs. A mess he looked down upon, with a hunger in his eyes as he licked his lips and slowly removed his clothes.

His fingers were swift and before she realized her situation he had bound her wrists together behind her back. Soon, a second scarf drew her elbows together just below her shoulder blades and a third, robbed her of her sight.

He stepped back to admire his handiwork and watched her shoulders rise and fall with every breath she took. He took her hair and brushed it to one side of her body with his hand, exposing her neck. He leaned close and his warm breath caused her skin to prickle. Gooseflesh formed on her arms and back and she let out a sigh as a shiver trailed down her spine.

He drew the back of his hand over her shoulder and down her arm. He watched as she began to tremble.

“Breathe,” he softly admonished her before brushing his lips along the nape of her neck.

She tilted her head back until it rested against his chest. He sunk his teeth into her neck, careful not to break the skin. The vibration of his lips and soft moan sent electricity to every sensory gland in her body. She was instantly aroused.

Her nipples, though inverted, throbbed and ached to be caressed. As if he could read her mind, he reached around her torso and cupped her breasts. He then pinched her nipples softly and nibbled at her ear.

“Are you ready to be devoured?” he asked.

Her voice caught in her throat and she nodded to accentuate the unintelligent sound that emanated from her throat.

“I said, are you ready to be devoured?”

“Yes sir,” she responded, this time finding her voice.

What happened next was a whirlwind of both motion and emotion, as she found herself bent at the waist leaning over his desk and his hand pulling at the crotch of her black-laced panties. She let out a gasp when she felt, and heard, the fabric tear before he placed the spongy head of his cock at the entrance to her sex.

“You know I love you, right?” he asked as he held his desire at bay.

“Yes, sir.” Her voice was soft and meek.

“Good,” he said. “Now, don’t forget that, because I’m about to fuck you like I don’t.”

He pushed his thumb past her lips and pressed down on her tongue. Her crimson-stained lips encircled his tan skin as she looked up at him with pleading eyes. He drew his thumb back and forth across her lips and she cooed softly to herself and closed her eyes. She rocked her hips against his thigh and felt her thighs glisten the longer he teased her.

His lips latched on to her nipple and she inhaled sharply and cursed, as he bit down and began to suckle. She froze at the sudden inundation of pain to her senses. He suckled for a moment before pushing her to the floor and grabbing her hair. He held her cheek against the mess she had made of his thigh and smeared it back and forth.

“You’ll pay for that,” he hissed as he freed his cock with his other hand. His cock throbbed as he slapped it against her cheek and she opened her mouth–hungry, needy, and ready to accept her penance for her sins.

With only a look, she can bring me to my knees. But when I come up for air, it will be her lust that drips from my lips and she will beg for forgiveness. I desire the darkest of fantasies and only she can satiate my carnal desire. My lust runs free as my hands and lips caress her naked flesh and my fingers become tangled in her hair. 

“Cum for me.” I growl into her ear as she releases the last of her inhibitions. And as I take her from behind, holding her head up high, I know I may have conquered the Temptress tonight, but I will never tame her soul.

Her breath caught in her throat when she felt his fingers trace the fabric of her brassiere over the crest of her shoulder and down her upper arm. He leaned down–his breath soft and warm on her skin, sent a shiver down her spine and gooseflesh formed on her shoulders and back. His lips lightly brushed the skin of her neck beneath her ear, and a sigh escaped her lips. She thrust her arms forward against the wall, bracing herself as he nibbled at her earlobe and teased her with his tongue.

“Please...sir.” She corrected herself.

“Yes?” He answered as he pulled away. But she closed her eyes and said nothing. She waited.

He reached between them and freed his throbbing cock. His pants fell swiftly to the floor. He grabbed the crotch of her panties and gave the fabric a firm tug, nearly causing her to lose her balance, save for her hands against the wall. She let out a yelp as she felt the fabric tear and the cool air bathe her sex. He balled the scraps of lace in his fist and with a fistful of hair, he pulled her hair back and sternly spoke. “Open.”

She did as she was told and soon the makeshift gag silenced the muffled sounds of ecstasy that filled the room. Still holding her head back at an awkward angle he cupped her breast and pinched her nipple, causing it to smart.

“These are mine, aren’t they, my pet?” He teased.

All she could do was close her eyes and nod. The combination of the excitement and shame overwhelmed her as she felt him reach between her buttocks and spread the folds of her lips with his rough and calloused fingers. He growled into her ear as he took his time exploring the folds of her sex and her clitoris. She was wet. He was hungry. And as he lifted her from the floor and guided his throbbing cock inside her dripping cunt, he took her savagely, fulfilling both their needs.

His fist clutched a handful of her hair as he pressed her head into the pillow. A series of carnal grunts escaped her lips as he continued to thrust into her as hard as he could. With her knees wedged under her thighs, she was unable to move and took everything he gave her.

His cock throbbed as he fed off the unintelligible sounds that filled the room. Two people engaged in the most animalistic of acts. This was not love-making. This was fucking, and she was his slut.

He cried out as he drew closer to the edge of orgasmic bliss. She was well ahead of him, now on her third orgasm of the night. Her desire dripped from between their bodies and onto the bed as he held nothing back.

With one final thrust, he buried his cock deep inside her womb. His legs trembled as he felt the subtle vibration of his constricting testicles. He flooded her womb with his life-giving seed and collapsed on top of her shaking body. They were both covered in sweat, and neither desired to be anywhere other than right there.