My Blog - Original Erotica & Educational Pieces

She would lose herself in his eyes, silently willing him to make her his object of pleasure. To discover her. To use her as he desired. To make her his fucktoy.

She yearned for him to touch her, to relish in the way he would find those undiscovered and filthy spots as he kissed her and it created new hunger & old desires to collide

She needed to be restrained, used, beaten and brutally fucked. She longed for the feeling of him painting her skin with the strokes of his passion and create the erotic shades of her pain.

She wanted him to create everlasting memories for her. Memories of him using her savagely, but at the same time covering her body in a thousand sensual and lustful kisses, while his tongue traced her name erotically over every inch of her.

She needed to disappear into his embrace, to be bask in his warmth, to drown in his kiss, be enveloped by his tenderness and be destroyed by his brutality.

She needed it all.

She wanted it all.

She yearned for it all.....

She wants to be seen. To be recognised. To be understood.

Truly seen, in ways that enable and enamour her. Not just visually seen, but seen through an accepting heart that does not judge. A heart that simply accepts without prejudice or agenda.

She needs to feel the calmness found when someone can run their fingers through her mind and calm her very soul.

Where someone looks at her and sees the conundrum that she is. A power broker of control to those looking at her from the outside. Yet a world of unsure and uncertainty within.

She wants to find that special someone that can recognise and accept that she is both strong and vulnerable. Someone that will understand that at times she needs that safety net that protects her from her own choices, actions and risks taken.

She needs someone to accept her failures and flaws as much as they accept her submission and strength. Someone that can protect her and love her, especially in those times when she cannot find ways to even love herself.

She wants to be claimed, conquered and owned by the one whose actions speak louder than their words alone. She wants to give up her need to fight and constantly have to defend herself from the world and environment around her.

She wants to be noticed, to be seen, but most importantly, she wants to be understood and accepted…

She didn’t care about his looks, his body shape or his social position.

She wasn’t shallow or vain that way.

She craved different things.

Things completely invisible to the naked eye.

Yet full of strength and substance.

His welcoming embrace.

His unconditional acceptance.

His genuine concern for her wellbeing.

His consistent nature.

His courage when faced with adversity.

His considerations for her needs.

His calming nature.

His complete control.

When the storms of her world threatened to engulf her, she needed to be wrapped in the safety of his warmth, his love and his embrace.

She needed him to take her into his world and make her darkness disappear.

To give her that safe harbour, where she could ride out her storms in safety.

A safe place, where her demons could not penetrate and the storms would simply fade away.

I hear the saying "Beauty is only skin deep." Beauty isn't skin deep. Beauty is what's inside. Beauty is actually soul deep.

Warning : Reflections in the mirror may be distorted by socially constructed ideas of beauty, created by superficial and shallow people. But more importantly. No amount of foundation or makeup can cover up an unattractive personality, or hide an ugly heart.

Beauty isn't about having the fairest of skin, or the prettiest of faces. It's about having an uplifting attitude, a joyous spirit, a pretty mind, a kind heart, an accepting nature, and most importantly, a beautiful soul.

Some people try to equate beauty to perfection. Beauty is the opposite of perfection. Once you realise how beautiful you are inside, that beauty will create confidence, charisma and character. Those characteristics that allow you to share positivity with the world and those around you. And characteristics that make an impact and a genuine, lasting impression on others.

A beautiful face doesn't mean anything without a beautiful heart. No beauty shines brighter than that of a good, honest and genuine heart.

Beauty is not about being flawless. Beauty actually shines through your flaws.

External beauty only gets superficial attention. Personality captures the heart.

You create beauty with your attitude, your behaviour, your actions.

Why do we close our eyes when we kiss or dream? Because the most beautiful things in life are not seen, but are in fact felt by the heart.

When we look in a mirror, we see a reflection of ourselves and our appearance. Forget about that for a moment. Take a look at your heart. That is where you see the reflection and beauty of your soul.

Beauty. Inside and out.

A good heart keeps you beautiful forever.

You. Are. Beautiful.

Holding you down and forcing your legs open, watching your cunt stretch as my cock slowly fills and stretches your tight little kitty.

The look of panic that enters your eyes as you struggle against me and try to break free.

The high pitched squeal that escapes you as I roughly manhandle you and flip you over, placing your on your hands and knees into doggy style, prepare to drive my cock deep inside you.

The sound as you sharply inhale when I grab your hips and place my cock against your moist, warm cunt lips.

The low moan that escapes your lips as my cock drives deep into your very wet needy cunt.

The sharp intake of breath as I rip your head back and around, so that I can watch your face as I impale you from behind.

The look of lust that enters your eyes as you feel your body respond to each hard, brutal thrust as I begin to own you.

The feeling of your body driving back against me, desperately matching my thrusts as our hips clash together.

The sound of fear as you whisper the words

"I'm not on birth control Sir"

The look of dismay that comes over your face as I reply with

"That's ok little whore. I'm going to fill your cunt with my fucking seed. Seed that's going to impregnate your fertile womb. Daddy is going to fucking breed you....."

The look of shock on your face as reality begins to replace fantasy.

The whimper that escapes your lips as you hear me begin to growl as my cock swells, preparing to unload my seed deep inside you.

The sound of your groans as they develop into lustful screams as I drive my cock into you, harder and harder, slamming against your cervix again and again.

The sound of my roar as I unload my thick, sticky load into your needy, wanting and desperate cunt.

The look of submission in your eyes as you give yourself to me completely and mentally prepare yourself for your new fucking lifestyle.

The lifestyle of a little fucking breeding whore...

Look into her eyes as your cock first slides into her.

Watch for that expression as she succumbs to her internal lust, your cock and to you.

Start slowly.

Just the tip.

Make her work for the pleasure of your cock.

Feel her move her hips as she tries to take you and impale herself on your cock.

Tease her.

Not just momentarily, but with self control and conviction.

Continue teasing her.

Until she reaches the point of becoming cock drunk.

Now is the time.

Drive yourself into her.

Thrust your hips in, forcing yourself balls deep.

Listen to her squeal as pleasure meets pain.

Grip her hips and pull her in hard to meet with the violence of your thrust.

Her squeal becoming a lust filled guttural scream.

Smile at her knowingly.

Smile at her with the unspoken words of you are mine…

Can you tell the difference when her eyes flicker with passion or pain?

Do you understand her enough to recognise those moments just before she triggers, allowing you to prepare to catch her when she falls?

Does she trust you enough to confide in you and share her deepest fears, her sorrow, her crippling sadness?

The bond between two people is not procured from flesh on flesh alone. To form a bond that not only connects, but also weathers the storms of time, requires the ability to connect at a deeper level. 

A level of unspoken comfort and connection where comfort overrides embarrassment or hesitation to be yourself in the presence of another.

To shed pretence and allow your vulnerable side to surface. To laugh belly deep or cry with such intensity that it feels like your soul has purged, as you build that emotional connection. 

Connection is what creates the ability to recognise those small things that drive massive impact. 

The nuances that balance the ability to understand triggers and assist with placement of coping strategies. 

An unspoken bond that survives personnel change, growth and evolution of self. 

A bond formed so deeply that it leads to unconditional and everlasting acceptance of another.

It’s the seduction of the unknown that pulls her in. The darkness. The taboo. The nasty. The hint of brutality.

She faces her own personal conundrum. A respected lady in her vanilla world. Well presented. Reserved. Treated with respect. People tiptoeing around her. Structured control of her everyday world and existence.

Deep within she screams for someone to treat her like a whore. Like their personal little fucking slut. Throat grabbed. Forced to the ground. Forced to worship his cock.

Slammed into a wall, clothes torn from her body. Piece by piece.

Overpowered. Controlled. Unable to move, being pinned to that wall by immense strength of one that will use her.

Someone that overpowers her physically, mentally and psychologically. Not just subjugated through structured Dominance. She wants brutal, reactive, animalistic Primal hunger to control her.

The ability of him to make her body come to life. Her cunt insatiably wet, not just from physical touch. Wet from mental subjugation. To feel him within. Before he touches her. To feel him penetrate her mentally. Make her want to do things that she never imagined doing before.

To be used by him. Taken. No control. Outcomes that take her beyond her own level of experience. Outcomes that dictate a new world and new way for her. Ones that bring her body to life, her cunt to life. Outcomes that consume her in ways she never imagined possible.

To be held down, his fingers penetrating her cunt and ass at the same time. Fucking her with his fingers. His other hand around her throat. Cutting off blood supply to her brain. Forcing her in and out of consciousness.

Every time he draws another orgasm from her, he allows her to feel again, her body and mind screaming as it comes back to a state of cognitive awareness. Drawing orgasm after orgasm from her screaming body. Forcing her to squirt uncontrollably. The floor being covered with her wetness, her desire, her passion.

Pushing the boundaries of her limits. What she once thought was taboo, she now begs him to deliver. He changes her world. His darkness seduces and alters her mind, her being, her way of thinking.

He takes her, breaks her, manipulates her and uses her as his pleasure pet. His fucktoy. His personal little fucking whore.

Pushing her to the edge of exhaustion, fucking her so hard that she forgets her own name and is only able to just manage to moan his...

Painful urges, salacious cravings, the uncontrollable itch that comes from the need to feel our bodies entwine as we begin to discover each other with nothing but exposed and reckless abandon.

Hip thrusting, pelvic grinding, passionate waves flowing as we embrace, touch and the game changes from psychological seduction to the beauty of skin on skin in the game of lustful depravity.

An embrace that interlaces passion leaving us in a heated state of sweaty, breathless entanglement as the world around us dissipates into nothing but background white noise.

Poking, scratching, punching, biting, slapping, fucking. Assault of the senses and satiation of lustful and lascivious needs…

Souls connect as passion roars and a tempest of depraved and debauched delights begins to flow.

The cravings that encroach as you take her, placing and positioning her, sliding yourself inside of her and claiming her as yours.

Your body against hers, your scent staining her flesh for but a moment, before she absorbs your entirety, fitting within her as she takes you, her cunt inhaling your manhood, gripping you like a glove...

I pin you down. Face firmly planted onto the ground. My cock hardening as you begin struggle.

I can smell your fear. But I also smell your wetness as your cunt comes alive. You had begged me so many times to take you. To fuck your ass without lube. To force myself inside you.

Tearing the wet panties from your body. Listening to you squeal as the fabric tears roughly and rips welts into your skin.

You hear me unzip and I watch the reaction as your chest begins to rise and fall from a mixture of fear, but also anticipation.

I feel your body squirm, as I move myself into position.

Reaching a hand down and inserting multiple fingers into your wet cunt.

Roughly wiping your asshole with your own wetness, I force your hips up and place my cock against the opening of your ass.

You struggle. I love it when you fucking struggle.

I smile as I lean forward and growl the words

”This is going to fucking hurt my little whore...”