My Blog - Original Erotica & Educational Pieces

When the world becomes too much.

When the daily pressures come crashing in.

She turns to books.

Simple pages containing

Beautiful words

Inspiring hope

Spreading heartfelt emotions

That’s what allows her to breathe

To calm herself

To briefly disappear

From the world around her.

Sliding into the scene she pictures

Through reading his words.

His mind.

His thoughts.

His voice transforming her

Taking her to realms

She cannot reach herself.

Realms that she wants to permanently disappear into.

And never return...

She lay there spent.

He had taken her. Rough. Hard. Brutal.

Consent merely a formality.

He took that and delivered his flavour of darkness.

Twisting her body into positions she never knew possible.

Filling her in ways she had never before experienced.

Fucking her like his life depended on it.

She lay there spent.

Her cunt leaking from him and her combined.

Her body aching with pain drenched in sweetness.

Her lust appeased, her mind sated.

She lay there spent.

Her eyes closed, she still felt him on her body.

Still tasted him on her lips.

She began to drift off into sleep.

Enveloped in the safety of his huge embrace.

Memories of his savage use of her providing a blanket of warmth and security…

You were working back late. Only a handful of people left in the building. I decide to watch you for a while. You are professional in every way. Perfect conduct. Straight back as you sat on the chair typing. Posture of complete control.

We had innocently flirted over time, you dropping hints of wanting to be fucked hard at work. Subtle hints, but very fucking obvious. Normally dropped on me when you were working back late as you walk past my office, offering to get me a coffee, smiling and saying that we are the only ones left in the building.

This evening you do the same. Except this time drop in the hint about how you wish someone would come break in to the building and ravish you. The way you would be fucking turned on, but so scared. You offer me a coffee again. This time I nod and say yes.

You return with my coffee, but it’s not the coffee that I want anymore. It’s you. I reach out and grab a fistful of hair, dragging you down, face first onto my desk. I rip your skirt up, tearing your panties from you, spreading your cheeks. I spit onto your asshole to lube it.

I lean down and growl into your ear

”This is what you want, isn’t it you fucking little whore’

You whimper as two simple words escape your mouth

“Yes Sir”

I unzip, and place the head of my cock against your asshole, smearing my spit around, before forcing my cock into your ass, viciously ass fucking you. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice a female cleaner standing in the adjoining open space workspace, watching. She thinks she is hidden in the shadows of the doorway she stands in and can’t be seen, but I see her. She is touching herself as she watches me begin to use you.

I continue to fuck you and look around, directly into her eyes. The reaction on her face when she realises that she has been spotted is priceless. The looks of lust on her face, a mixed look of intrigue and filthy desire, getting turned on by the brutal scene unfolding in front of her, as she runs one hand over her breasts and the other hand rubs her greedy and needy little cunt.

I thrust harder and faster, savage and brutal, balls deep, over and over again. So fucking hard that the desk itself moves with every thrust into you. Every moan and groan is forced from you.

I lean forward and say

"You don’t deserve my cum inside you. I'm going to fucking cum all over your face, you filthy little fucking whore"

You feel my cock begin to expand inside your now burning ass, as my body prepares to unload my thick, sticky seed and you breathlessly reply with

"Yes Sir, please cover your filthy, slutty whore with your beautiful seed"

I pull out, force you to your knees and unload thick, hot streams of cum all over your face.

I look down at you, telling you about the cleaner watching us and order you to open your mouth. I force my cock into your mouth and order you to clean it. You greedily suck and lick my cock, your tongue cleaning me, as you feel your ass gaping from the fucking it just received and your cunt dripping at being used in a humiliating and degraded in front of a complete stranger.

You are embarrased beyond description, your cheeks burning brightly, but so turned on by this new feeling of humiliation and degradation that has been delivered to you.

I pull my spent cock from your greedy mouth, zip up and tell you to leave my office. That I will use you again when and where I fucking feel like it. You leave my office sexually unsatisfied, but content and happy knowing you have now become my fucking service whore, who will get her kink delivered to her again and again…

Her hunger for him was completely insatiable.

There was nothing she would refuse him.

Nothing she would not give to him.

She fell to her knees and begged for him to use her.

Begged for him to take her how, where and when he wanted.

He swept the hair from her face, his hand gripped her throat tighter and he slid his cock back into her greedy fucking mouth, listening to her gag again.

She looked up at him and her eyes locked onto his.

He could clearly see her lust, her need and her pleasure in those beautiful eyes.

He gave her what she needed, by taking her power from her as she willingly submitted her entire existence to him…

It had started off gentle.

Gentle kisses.

Soft words.

Light touches.

Caressing of the skin with fingertips.

Teasing of the senses.

Her quiet moans as she responded to his tender touch.

He felt it rise within him.

He tried to keep it contained.

His nasty.

His brutal.

Time for gentle was over.

He wanted her.

Not just her moans.

Not just her passion.

Not just her wetness.

Not just her lustful desires.

He wanted her moans.

Her groans.

He wanted her fucking screams.

Shoving her onto her back.

Grabbing her ankles.

Forcing them up and over her head.

Pushing her ankles down hard.

Folding her body into two.

Watching her face contort.

As the position stretched her tendons and muscles.

Her face becoming an eager mixture

Of anticipated pleasure and actual pain.

The position perfect.

Exposing her wet, eager cunt.

Her kitty opening wide, ready to receive him.

Positioning himself perfectly above her.

Hard cock placed against her wet, needy hole.

Teasing her cunt lips with the head of his cock.

Inserting only the head into her greedy little fucking hole.

Feeling her struggle against him, trying to break his hold.

Trying to twist her hips, her body.

To rise up and allow her cunt to swallow his cock.

He looked at her with an evil smile..

Enjoying her visible discomfort.

Pain created from her body being twisted into this position.

Her relentless desire and need to feel him inside her.

Her eyes meeting his, the look intense and desperate.

A look filled with both need and greed.

His eyes flash, the Sadist in him firing up.

The grip on her ankles tightening.

He pushes her ankles wide, spreading her legs and cunt further.

He pushes her ankles down harder, positioning her just right.

Time for teasing is over.

Time to use her for his pleasure.

He plunges.

Hard, deep, nasty.

His cock stretching her tight little cunt.

Impaling her.

The thrust is thick, deep, hard.

He feels that first plunge hit home.

Her cervix. Impact.

Brutal force.

Her body reacts involuntarily.

But exactly as he wants.

The impact starts her convulsing.

Her cunt clenching, gripping his shaft tightly.

That mixture of pleasure and instant pain.

She craves it. His length. His thickness.

His nasty. His brutal. His darkness.

She wants it all. Desperate need.

”Who’s fucking whore are you?”

His deep guttural voice made her clench.

”Yours....oh god....yours....I’m your fucking whore, Sir.”

She hears him growl again.

”And what do you fucking want, whore?”

She heard the words escape from her mouth.

”Oh god....oh fuck....fuck me....hurt me....break me....please....”

He looks at her and smiles.

”As you fucking wish”

He pulls back and plunges in again.

No mercy for this cunt.

Deep, hard, nasty and brutal.

Cervix deep, time and time again.

Each impact creating a sound so beautiful to his ears.

The sound of her moans and groans.

Evolving into a scream with each and every thrust.

The sound of screams mixed with laboured breathing.

The tempo and volume controlled by his cock.

Time to fuck this whore in a way shes always wanted.

In a way she’ll never, ever forget…

It’s time to redefine our heroes.

Know who the real heroes are?

The survivors.

The woman that was raped.

The girl that was teased.

The child that was molested.

The boy that was bullied.

The man that was beaten senseless.

To those who grew up in dysfunctional families.

The ones that lived through manipulation in any relationship.

Those that have felt pain, anguish, heartache and sorrow.

Those that trigger from memories so painful the anguish is debilitating.

Those that struggle to breathe

Those that break down in tears

Those that collapse in sadness

Or freeze in fear.

Those that experience any or all of the above

But still choose to get up each day

who push forward

And carry on

Even though the thought of doing so

is so daunting.

They are the true unsung heroes of our world.

To those that have suffered.

To those that find strength from places hidden within.

You shine a light to so many others

that will struggle to get up tomorrow.

You will save the life of some that are ready to give up.

Some that have been in the dark trenches you have climbed out of.

Your strength will become their life raft. buoy.

To those that have struggled, persisted and survived

the many horrors that we face in this world.

I look up to you.

I salute you.

I respect you.

I see you.

I believe you.

I support you.

I thank you for not choosing the easy way out.

I thank you for teaching others how to survive by following your lead…

She didn’t just miss him. That description was grossly inadequate. She needed him. Longed for him. Prayed for him to return whenever he was gone from her side.

That stillness, the quiet, the soothing of her heart and the peace in her soul only ever occured when she was safely in his arms. When she found herself enveloped in his beautiful embrace.

That for her was completion.

That for her was what she called home

She screamed her way through the last orgasm. Her fingers clawing at the wall at her back, her cunt pulsing and gripping him. Her body matching his thrusts as they began to build in urgency and momentum.

She reached forward, gripping his hips, trying to force him further inside her. He snarled at her, his hand wrapping itself around her throat. Squeezing harder and harder, she feels the blood loss as she goes slightly woozy and weak at the knees.

He holds her in place, while pulling out. He forces her to his knees as his other his other hand grips his cock, pumping the shaft back and forth. He groans loudly,  emptying himself over her.

He enjoys the picture before him. On her knees in front of him, his essence and scent all over her naked body. She looks up at him expectantly. He orders her not to clean herself, to put her clothes back on and go back to work, wearing him and allowing others to smell him on her.

She smiles to himself, knowing that others will smell his cum on her. She had the feeling of deep seated satisfaction, knowing that she was his filthy little whore, who’s sole purpose was to please him, when, where and how he wanted…