The Muse

One of my favorite performances by Beats Antique.  I love the power in the drumming.

One day I will have to remember to remove my belly dancing tunes from my workout playlist that I use on the treadmill.

There was a time that I lived in a small town in the heart of Virginia. Main Street wasn’t any longer than a mile and I had a route that I’d walk. It was easier to swing the booty when the body wasn’t stationary.  I didn’t need a gym membership.  I’d pass certain things along my path; a headless naked Ken doll, a flattened frog, the eclectic yard with all kinds of trinkets hanging from trees. 

I had familiar faces I’d see everyday... 

The town moved. I moved ... my body moved. My ass would move and usually... I’d keep my balance.  The treadmill poses a challenge. 

I was painfully reminded this morning listening to We Swarm by Beats Antique... just before I nearly passed out (I had a bit of a blood pressure/ low iron scare going on).

There was once this guy
He’d lick my face
Like a puppy
A tall Viking
A Dwarven mentality
A red beard
I would braid it
Twist it in my fingers
If I close my eyes
I can still smell his shampoo
Hear his voice
Everything
Was about sex
I could talk about …
Damn
I think I caught it
Infectious perversion
Power tools and dildos
Laytex and lube
That skull on his Stetson
The moonstones
He could lick my face
For those
I’d give them back
All of them

I found this picture posted by Lords of Acid and I was thinking... The Queen’s scepter would totally look like this!!

Devour

You are my sun and moon
She said
As she fed herself
Fifty grains of salt
Driving to the sky
Trying desperately
To keep the glasses
On his face
To hide
The stars in his eyes
She knew
He knew
But he didn’t know
He knew
What a dance it was
A long swirling
Exotic dance
The kind with bells
There always has to be
Bells
The sacred notes
They ring for special hearts
The ones that beat
Forever
You are my sun and moon
She said
And fed herself
All of him

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by the Violent Femmes

Behind the blindfold I couldn’t see what was happening. His clothing pressed against my naked flesh as he carried me. My thighs rubbed together and breath escaped my lips as the firm muscles beneath his shirt reminded me of how he felt without it. My cheeks burned.

We were outside and definitely somewhere near a farm. I could smell the outdoors and the presence of animals. My nose twitched and he chuckled, allowing my body to slide slowly to the ground in front of him. He steadied by my shoulders then his hands slid to my waist and drew me against him. I felt the warmth of him cupping my ass cheeks. Hot breath invaded my ear causing me to shudder.

“Keep this in while we ride, Slut.” Teeth and lips raked my ear lobe and neck as he breathed, “I’d like to see how much your tight little ass can take.”

Something wet and firm pressed into my anus and I released a gasp. Quickly, the object was identified as an anal plug. I lurched forward against him but then relaxed around it and let out a long moan of pleasure, tossing my head back. His mouth assaulted my neck, hungrily.

“Yes, Sir.” The words came out in a lewd song as his fingers dug into the flesh of my ass..

“Good girl.” He breathed and turned me roughly around, facing away from him.

He lifted my arms to rest against a large solid animal. My hands held my upper body up as the animal danced slightly. I felt Sir behind me, one hand on my hip, the other hand pressed the plug and moved it in small circles causing my knees to buckle and I whined softly.

“You won’t last long at all, my pretty little slut.”

My hips rolled as I moaned, only to feel the sting of his hand across my ass.

“No, Sir! I won’t!” I gasped, and he had ceased playing with the plug, only to follow up by invading the folds of my wet cunt with just the crown of his generous cock; teasing the clit.

He continued this for what seemed like an eternity; his hands caressing my sides and hips.

“Does my little slut want my cock? It sure wants you. Not until we finish all the jumps. No cumming. Understood?” He had pulled away and all I could feel was a cool wet remnant of the precum left by his manhood.

I rubbed my legs together and moaned with an agonized whimper.

“Understood, Sir.” I choked out in a hoarse whisper.

I was hoisted onto the back of the animal; a horse. My hands were tethered to the reigns and my legs tied kneeling on the back so that my arms were hugging the neck of the horse, and my ass was raised in the air. A fistful of my hair was grabbed and I could feel his breath on my lips. My tongue darted out; if only to taste his essence.

“You look perfect that way.” He said, almost softly as he gave me a lingering kiss.

I could feel the animal lurch forward and trot at the command of Sir’s coaxing. No sooner had the ride started that I felt the anal plug begin to vibrate. I moaned. I briefly wondered how many jumps I had to endure with this vibrating plug. I knew Sir must have been grinning even though I could not see it. I could hardly move, save for raising or lowering my ass.

I didn’t really know enough about horse back riding to know if I were on an English saddle, would posting even be necessary in this particular situation before a jump.

My thoughts were interrupted by a smack across my ass from what felt a lot like a riding crop. I let out a small squeal. My face must have given away signs of wandering thoughts.

The buzzing inside of me increased, drawing me evermore to the present. The horse’s mane whipped at my face and I felt the first rise and fall of a small jump. The entire motion stirred the plug inside me and I buried my face against the horse’s neck. The gentle silicone shaft pressed and rolled against my internal walls causing my body to shudder I almost released a loud cry but it was broken by another length of trotting.

Another jump about the same height, my reaction was the same. I did not know how many jumps I could endure without letting go as I wished. I was panting after a third jump just as I heard him chuckling like the Devil.

The vibrations were extending the boundary between ass and cunt. I didn’t think it could get that strong.

“Sir! Please!” I cried out hopelessly from my vulnerable position.

I don’t even know what I was wanting at that point. Orgasm would make it …too much to handle. I didn’t want all my nerves stimulated with no way to escape.

The Devil laughed. There were three more jumps and by the time Sir led the horse and me back to the stall, I was a sopping wet rag; trembling and panting. Ribbons of my hair stuck to my face as I sagged. I felt his hand rubbing my back and ass.

“Were you a good slut? You didn’t cum, did you?” I could hear the grin in his voice. I couldn’t answer.

All I could do was shake my head and I felt him unbind me.

The plug was still vibrating as he lifted me from the horse and held me to him. His mouth covered mine as he kissed me, hard. More moaning escaped from my lips which only incited rougher kissing and biting. I clung to him, drinking him in; all I could get and everything he was willing to give.

“Such a good girl.” He breathed against my mouth and I felt him press me against the splintered wood of the stall. “Just as promised, my good girl gets rewarded.”

His pants were already loose and around his thighs as he entered me swift and deep. I cried out… feeling his girth stretch me as it slid in. The sweet pain of the wood in my back played a reminder of his desire for me; our need for each other. I almost came straight away. He bit into my neck and shoulder as he started thrusting.

“You still have to beg, love.”

“Oh fuck!...Please, Sir? Please may I cum for you? With you? I’ll hold on.”

“You’ll hold on?” He panted with every thrust.

I felt his driving need through the heat on his lips as he brushed them over my skin. My throat releases a strangled “yes” as his thrusting persisted and then slowed to long controlled movements.

Each time he pulled back, it was slow and he held my hips with a tight grip, just before slamming hard into me; jolting my entire body against the wall of the stall. My hands reached up to grab the top of the wooden slats to gain some leverage; to make that “slam” harder. I moaned. This time, it was low and sensual; deep in my throat.

“Oh yes, Sir!” I sang out and rocked my hips every time his pelvis collided with mine.

He grabbed my ass for more control and started to pick up speed. I heard his lewd grunts and sighs and felt how close he was. My hips pressed against him and I could feel myself just on the edge.

“Please, Sir… May I cum with you?”

THE END

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