My Blog - original erotica

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…

Her lips

Long for passion and lust.

To be stained

With the flavour of your sin.

She wants to taste

Passion and carnal desire.

Darkness and fear.

Excitement and lust.

Delivered as lustful sin…

She follows my instructions carefully.

Very carefully.

I watch her as she removes her clothing.

Slowly.

Very slowly.

Piece by piece.

Meticulously slow, so I can watch her body move as she takes off the item of clothing.

To inspect her, view her, appreciate her, enjoy her.

Enjoy what I own.

I know it turns her on as much as it does me.

By the time she gets to her panties, they are soaked through.

She stops, entirely naked.

I make a spinning motion with my fingers.

She complies.

Slowly.

She knows when in inspection mode, everything is to be done slow.

My voyeur side needs to be sated.

To watch and truly enjoy.

Those curves, the blemishes, the flaws.

I don’t want perfect.

There is no such thing.

Filters on apps, makeup, I enjoy neither.

I crave the real, the raw.

What she dislikes, is what I truly enjoy.

The things that make her vulnerable.

Her bumps, her scars, her stretch marks, her curves.

The things that make her truly beautiful as a woman.

The things that appear on her body through growth of life.

The things that come with time and age.

She turns for me.

Allows me to drink in the beauty of her womanhood.

The spectacular vision that makes up who and what she is.

Today I do not want to touch her, fuck her, use her or force her.

Today I want to just enjoy her visually.

Her beauty, her flaws, her vulnerability.

Her, as the truly beautiful woman that she is.

The exquisitely beautiful woman

That belongs to me…

Quiet whispers that create seduction.

Desire.

Need.

Cravings.

Hunger driven kisses and gentle erotically charged touches that lead to greedy groans of lust.

Your head forced down into my lap.

Ordered to unzip me.

Your mouth forced onto my cock.

My hands gripping your hair and forcing you further.

Enjoying the feeling of you fighting to pull back.

The slurpy sounds as you gag violently.

The muffled squeal as I force my cock into your throat.

The way you feel fear gripping you.

The need to breathe becoming real and urgent.

Not yet little whore.

I cum before you breathe.

You serve me now like the little fucktoy whore that you are.

My needs now override yours.

Can you feel my cock thicken in your throat.

Yes little whore, I’m about to fill your fucking stomach with my seed.

You can’t take anymore?

Here, let me prove that untrue.

My hands grip your head tighter, forcing you down further.

I feel your fight lessen as you begin to go limp.

Now it’s time to cum inside you…

She doesn’t just chase intense kink or sex.

First she wants intense connection.

A look that captures her.

Eyes that burn down deep into her soul.

Before you place your hands around her throat

Reach out and capture her heart.

Before the beautiful impact of flesh on flesh occurs

Allow your soul to collide with hers.

When you say her name

Make it the sound of love smothered lust as it leaves your lips.

Without connection, it is no more than simply rough and tumble sex...