Name' sake

The bench, although it had been there for years, was very straight and very solid. A flat bench, no back - like you find at boardwalks sometimes. Framed 2x4, 6' wide,  with 2 metal posts securely cemented into the ground. A silent vigilance at the edge of the forest.

Jack and Precious had sat there many times - sharing deep secrets - looking out over their homestead - dreams held only between the two of them. "One day . . . " . . .  they would agree - with a kiss.

This night was different  . . . . 

A white lace shawl, folded to a perfect 10x10, sat directly in the center of the bench. In times like these,  Jack was very meticulious

He had taken to biting his nails again, under certain circumstances - this was one of them - he put his foot up on the bench, and leaned on his knee. . . . The sun was beginning to set. . . . He waited . . . 

"Oh my god, I am so sor . . . " - he silenced her with a finger to his lip - they both paused . . . . - Jacks finger slowly swung a half circle to the shawl . . . . Precious did as she was told.

It offered little protection,  pointless really, was the point. It covered what it needed to - his.

Her clothes folded squarely, neatly on the bench . . . .she was positioned to his liking - they had done this ritual before . . . 

Head down, hands clasped behind, feet together . . ..

This time facing the forest . . . . ??

She began to feel self conscious . . . Exposed . .. raw  -  she could feel him. . . . He was different. 

Precious expected the blindfold and bound wrists - she was always bound and blindfolded . . .what she did not expect was the sudden shove from behind . . .

Pushing her into the woods.

Her head twisted awkwardly, stumbling to keep up -  as Jack pulled his prey along, by her hair.

The forest was dense  - mostly old yellow pine - a few rickety cedars here and there. The floor had a thick blanket of soft needles - nothing else could grow.

The sun, now set, granted the stage over to a full moon. It was a warm night, the air - strangely bright.

They stopped . . . .

Precious stood still, feet back together, head down -  back straight . . . . 

catching her breath. . . . . 

Silence . . . . Her own breathing was all she could hear . . . In the eerie silence  . . . .

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Her mind raced with anticipation .. . 

Feet together . . . .

Head down . . . . 

Back straight . . . .

Waiting . . . . 

. . . . . Like a good girl . . . . 

The moments passed . . . 

Waiting . . . . . .

Jacks hot breath on her neck startled her - 

"You have been a very . . .. very . . . . Bad girl . . . . My love . . . "  His words - those words . . . . Whispered close - deep and animalistic - Shot a searing wave through her entire body.

Her trembling returned as she felt the light cover slip off and fall to the ground.

"Spred . . . your . . . legs"   

"Wider . . . "

Precious' breasts were hard - always hard for him. . . He was pleased - brushed his fingers lightly over them . . . . So hard . . .

He held himself close as he fumbled with the ropes behind them - un-tying her wrists - 

His breath washing over her -  hot laboured breath . . . He was trembling too . . . 

 . . . Her right arm could offer no resistance, As the new rope pulled it up and out . . . Pulled tight  . . . and tied off. . . .she stuggled to keep her balance . . . Then the left . . . 

A soft plea escaped her lips . .. "ssshhh"  Jack warned  .. . Fastening ropes to her ankles. . . .

Her naked body -  open . . . Spred . . . displayed . . . The moonlight dancing . . .

She was his plaything now . . . Helpless . .. Caught in his web between the trees.

Jack stroked slowly . . . admiring his scene.

He stood close behind her and lightly traced down her arms - her sides . . . .kissed her neck . . . Her shoulders. He pulled her head back and kissed her mouth - hot, wet, passionate.

He made his way around - standing now in front of her - placed himself against her - teasing between her legs - showing her how driven he was . . . How very hard he was . . . 

He could do anything he wanted to her - Intensified, when he felt her own heat.  He slid his member back and forth . . . Slowly . .. easily . . . .  in her wet . . . . 

End of part one . . . . 

Here is my entry for the 12 days of naughti - all at once.  😏

What am I self ishly missing during this pandemic  . . . 

1 - That look

2 - Perfume

3 - Naked skin

4 - Wetness

5 - Moaning

6 - Primal lust

7 - Heat

8 - Soreness

9 - Satisfaction 

10 - After care

11 - Purpose

12 - Love

My friend the poet,

You may not know it,

But theres something 

Id like to make clear -

Ive come to this place

Enjoying your tastes

And its just not the same,

You're not here.

Your clever wit,

And the notes you hit,

Your charm

We all held so dear.

A favor I ask you,

I hope you can do - 

Recover soon,

We need you near.

~ Jack 

I no longer follow conventional religious practices, and I certainly mean no disrespect to anyone who does.

This poem has always deeply touched my heart - not necessarily in the context intended

How many out there tear up when reading this?

There is someone longing to be carried, and someone longing to carry . . . For everyone.

The lonely and broken hearted must believe and hold on to faith.

Your sun will shine once again.

⚘

Girls - what is your favorite part of a mans body to look at?

Dressed/undressed?

Apart from my usual posts a bit - on this Saturday . . . 

What is the role of modern man?

What is the role of modern woman?

So many taboo lines we dance upon in this BDSM lifestyle. 

"Im going to tie you up and beat you!"

"I want you to tie me up and beat me"

There were times and places when such things were never to be spoken aloud, even though the desires were persistant.

And times/places (thanks cage ☺) when one might be proud to publicly discuss such behaviors.

One day a college girl wrote a story . . . 

IT OUTSOLD THE BIBLE!

outsold JK Rowlings masterpiece.  . . 

Broke records.

To this day I am still dumbfounded as to why!?

As "man" evolves, -  technology,  etc - I wonder if there is some confusion as to what todays man is supposed to be.  Likewise for women.

Thoughts?

Thick, pouting, dirty lips . . . Hot red lips that drip . . . Tell me lies slut! I want to crack them - make them bleed - and then lick it from her face - I want to be crushed by those lips!. I want to beg her - cum on her - and beg again. I want to ache for her. . . . Kiss me slut! . . . Kiss me! - Damn you! . . . . Please . . . . Please . . .  . . . Kiss me . . . .

Eyes that cry . . . Eyes that bury me . . . Fuck you! . . . Love me darling, my love . . . .love me! . . . Those eyes! . . . Eyes that cry . . . 

Hips that can take my whip - saucy, round hips . . .  slide into those perfect thighs . . . Soft flesh . . . Soft soft Flesh . . . . 

I love to watch her brush her hair . . . Long, long . . . Slow . . . Sensual . . . Yes, like that my love . . . Yes . . . . I want to drag her by it! . . . Thick beautiful hair . . . I want to clench my fists in her hair . . . Hide my face in her beautiful hair . . . Do it bitch! Do it!!  . . . 

Tits thats tease me . . . Look at them! . . . Oh those tits! . . . Hard . . . Put a godamn bra on! . . . I want to suck on them . . . Harder! . . . Harder! . . . The scent . . . The feel of her perfect tits . . . I want to bite them . . . 

I woke up with a boner . . . . 

"Curse forever the demon spawn, never to see another dawn - upon this realm you shall not creep - driven back to satans keep"

* * * *

Dark tendrils, . . . like her claws, . . .pulled at Ariel - calling her ... they had been for days. . . Forbidden pleasures . . . Lust . . . .their bodies entwined . . . "It is forbidden!" . . . Her scent . . . Her desire . .. her flesh . . . ohh her flesh! . . . God she wanted her! . . . Needed her! . . .

"Uuhh! What now!?" Her moment shattered - the knock on the door breaking her rythm - "I need to speak with you, its important!" . . . She threw the covers back with agitation "hold on father!" . . .

Ariel put on her robe and composed herself - "yes father"  she said sarcastically, pulling the door open and heading towards the vanity in one motion - her irritation apparent.

"Your brother is taking 20 of our best up to Silveron" "and!?" She snipped, brushing the knots from her long red hair. "I thought perhaps . .."  "well you thought wrong father" she hated this conversation last night, and she hated it even more this morning. 

• • • • • • •

Silveron mountain was the last known hideout of the night wraiths - "dejuivere'" - The damned. . . . Where "she" was . . . . 

• • • • • • •

"You are my daughter, the people need to see that you are involved"

"Why cant you just leave them alone !? - there cant be, what - 40 or 50 of them left! They will die off soon enough".  Her disgust with the subject becoming more apparent with every brush stroke. "This has to end Ariel! - these . . . Creatures! . . . Have been . . " she spun around "Have been what father!? - there hasnt been a sighting in years!"  "This has to end!" He stormed out, slamming the door. 

"God! I just! . . . Aaahh! . . ."

Ariel knew she had to act quickly - 

"I will go with Rodrick, if we can go in 2 days" "why 2 days? He is assembling the men as we speak!" "You want me to be "involved" father? I will go in 2 days!" She left the room as quickly as she had entered, leaving king Lenair baffled and speechless. "You" he snapped his fingers "go tell my son to wait" "yes sire" - the attendant scurried out.

• • • • • • •

"Evil blight, be gone from sight - burn your soul with dawns first light"

• • • • • • •

The road to Silveron mountain lay just East of the kingdom, 26 miles as the raven fly's - 17 to Bareden hold, to the south. Ariel slipped out unseen, - Willow, a beautiful 3 year old black mare, every bit of 17 hands, was eager to run!

"Come on girl!" She clicked, - and off they raced into.the dark night.

• • • • • • •

The Dejuivere' were an ancient breed, mostly human. . . . Part . . . .something else. They are a peaceful race, or at least were - driven to fierce defense, driven into hiding. They were near extinct, and if King Lenair had his wish . . . 

"Creatures!" Ariel mocked. "If you werent so blinded by fear father . . . "

Willow and Ariel flew through the night like a strong, steady wind. The road, though a long ride, especially at night, was fairly straight with an incline the last 3 miles or so. Ariel had secretly made this trip many times. Her mind drifted back to the last time she was with Zealia . . . "Heyah! Hurry Willow girl!, hurry!"

• • • • • • •

"You should not be here now Princess" he said in a slow, warning tone. Arms crossed, standing watch. "I must see her" she pleaded, still catching her breath.

Jwazzah did not like his daughter being friendly with the daughter of his sworn enemy - but he knew how Ariel felt, knew she was not evil like the rest of them.

"You should not have come on this night, . . . You have 1, maybe 2 hours at the most . . ." He stepped aside and held his hand out towards the entrance .

• • • • • • •

They locked into a tight embrace, "God I have missed you!" Her body felt so alive in that moment, as they held each other -  almost magical. The energy between them was electric. . .

Zealia's tail began to swish - a tell she could not hide - "what is it my love?" Ariel whispered softly

"You should not have come tonight . . . .  it is tonight" . . . she pulled back and looked deep into her eyes "the cycle, . . . it is tonight" .Zealia held out her arm to show her - it had already begun . . . . . Ariel's eyes fell . . . she had forgotten. . . 

"I dont care! I need you!" Ariel pulled her close - "You must go"  Zealia pleaded, "you will be in danger if you stay". "You are mine and I am yours, I am staying with you!" Ariel slipped out of her dress, and began to remove Zealia's cloak. "I cannot . . . You dont know . . . you might . . . " Ariel kissed her hard, "I need you!, im staying!"

Zealia let her cloak fall the rest of the way . . . . 

Wednesday  - 11:38pm

Joel's Juke'n Joint - 38th and Euclid. . . 

"Another?" She asked, wiping down his area, again. "whens the last time that thing was washed" Jack thought to himself - leaning back "im good, thanks Shell, I gotta get goin". Her non-committal smile traced the room. The place was dead . . . . except for Jack.

Shelly felt bad for him, she truly did - she remembers him and Rebecca coming in on Thursday nights for wings, he was so happy then. Poor guy. "Hey Jack, we're havin a cook out Saturday,  stop by" . . . "I might" He didnt look up from his empty "Ill see if I can get Michelle to come" she said in a teasing tone.  Jack forced a smile "we'll see - thanks Shell . . . "

It was a warm night. Jack unconsciously made his way towards his apartment on 29th. It was normally hard for him to take the transition from the stagnant bar air, but tonight it was nice.

He always thought Shelly had a great ass, but he'd never go there - he's known her and Ronny, "what, 16 years now? . . . .no, 17 - damn!"  His feet led the way as he pondered Michelle - "not bad I guess, just . . . " a white van turned the corner sharply and sped off a block in front of him.

Unusually quiet for this part of town on a warm night. Jack stopped at the corner and just listened to the light click - debating if he wanted to go home . . . .or over to get something to eat . . . .

He looked back down the street and noticed a white van - "same van?" Sitting on his side of the street with its parking lights on, about a block down. He decided to just head home - last time he ate at Martha's it gave him a stomach ache. He crossed over Euclid and kept going. "Excuse me" a womans voice called out - Jack looked back, the white van 30 feet behind him - now on this side. A head poked out the passenger side and said something inaudible - "what?" Jack put his hand behind his ear - the woman repeated . . . Jack looked up the street and back at the van - the woman was just looking at him. He took a step towards the van "I didnt hear what you said" - she repeated something inaudible once again. "Oh for fucks sake!" Jack muttered, and walked over. Before he could even react, the sliding door flew open and two figures dressed all in black grabbed him - a jolt of lightening crashed into his ribs and everything went dark. . . . 

Conscious thoughts crept back in . . . 

"My head hurts . . . "

He heard voices . . . . 

Jack opened his eyes - opened them again . . . "I cant see! "

Panic quickly set in . . . 

"What the fuck!  . . . Why cant I . . . "

He struggled against the restraints - arms bound . . .  legs bound - he shook his head violently side to side - "why cant I move!??"

He tried to call out. . . Something was preventing him  . . . .

Suddenly the voices quieted down and he heard foot steps . . . .

coming towards him . . . .

High heels . . . . . 

The footsteps came to a stop . . . .

beside him . . . . 

A thud - something hit the floor, - and the room went silent . . . .