red meat

chronicles of the truth.in adultry.

2007-08-31T20:01:00.000-07:00

he came on so strong- my head was constantly spinning trying to keep up
what was real? what was flirtation?
everything so direct and heavy handed
every word so damn pointed.
some hurt
some aroused
all meant something....
before we ever fucked;

if i was fucking you-
you'd be loving it, not feel indifferent, like you do fucking - that guy-
and you would always want it... but i would only fuck you
when i felt like fucking you

-the important part is
that you will want to fuck me all the time

and i did. he drew the fences and i did what i was suppose to...
i had no idea what was in store
he was always casting spells, making me his, demanding my complete fidelity, with every exchange, and never by saying it directly.
leading me down his road.
so seductive.
we fucked for years.
years passed.
years gone.
years of my life drawn on me forever.
each session holding these riddles and thrills of this man.
ultimate in so many ways and his intentions are permanently on me
every curve of my ass and thigh
he knew them.
and it shows.
every move seemed fluid with orchestration
when men try and play with me now...
no one is the first to push or pull me in any direction
and nothing surprises me.
and absolutely no one has taken anything without asking first.
heh.whatever. they all pale in comparison.
although, i do not feel ruined for others. i feel enlightened on how to give.
i know how to please.he taught me that. i know how to succumb. to beg. to find compliance with things that i once found heinous. to believe that this may be the last shred of light, breathe it in. use your last breathe to make it thru 5 more minutes of pain.
he went away too quick. and i still miss his presence.
i didn't commit the entire time i was fucking him
i would never give him up for anyone else.
no one worthy.
i did start fucking one of his arch enemies.
fully in the know of their relationship.
it was never brought up by him. but i know by what happened to me, what he did to me.. he knew.
he always knew.
and he forced himself on me without ever making me want to say no.
without ever letting me know what was about to happen.
never prepared yet always on my best behavior...or so i thought.
he was charismatic in all of it. made me want to be beat.
to please.
to take his punishment.

to stand in front of him and twirl around.
slowly.slower.
his hands up in front of him, motioning me, hypnotizing me.
i would stare at them.begging with every look for them to beat me.
he would twirl one hand, motioning me to spin around.his other hand would tell me to stop. i would stand in front of him. he would stare at me.thru me.
then motion me again...
i would obey. all of it.looking up at me.looking back at his work.
the pull of him.he'd call me over with 2 fingers.
i would step into him, his legs apart, me now standing between them. his hands running their way into all of me, up my legs and into my panties, if i had been allowed to wear any.
he often tattooed me without panties.
he is the reason i started to collect amazing panties,
every guy that has seen my panties, has him to thank.
i revered him.
i thought i would never stray.Once. i kissed a kendoll that he had working for him.
i did it Once. every guy there and every guy that came in... and watched him tattoo me
(sometimes there would be 6 guys in the room, watching me get tattooed on my ass, inner thigh, back of my knee-wherever...talking to him about the weather. no really.the weather.)
i kissed ONE of them.
and i was banned.no contact made for a month or so.
he told me i was just like a dirty stray dog and would go to anyone that would feed me. told the shop girl i wasn't allowed to be there or make an appt.
he set the scale for abuse. he would pinch me when he was tattooing me.
he would beat me with his belt where he just tattooed my ass.
and my back would arch and i would beg for moremoremore.

throwing a pillow on the ground:
that tattoo isn't free.this is how you will be paying for it.
and with great pleasure i dropped to my knees...

he spanked my ass with more efficiency than anyone ever.
he owned.
{me.too.}
i loved never having the responsibility of being the only.
all guys up until him, always wanted me to be the only.
i am so not into that.
there was no chance of that what so ever.
he was always the married man in my life.
...and i never ever wanted to be his wife...
fucking the married man. for years.
soo many girls tried to make me feel guilty. i felt no guilt.
none.
i was far from the only one.
when he died there were no fewer than 200 (yes. TWO HUNDRED) crying girls at his funeral...myself included.
i never made a judgment on their marriage/relationship.
he told me the first time we hung out his take on it.and it wasn't a love story.
and honestly, i never cared to know anything about it.
i never fell in love with him...not in some relationship.boyfriend manner.
i loved what he did to me.
he changed me forever in those years.
he had me.fully.
and i never wanted to be let go.

he made me read his journal once.
aloud.while he was tattooing me.it was one of the scariest.sexy.hot. moments of my life.
i feared him.
i never knew when he would strike me. and he did so often enough that i should always be expecting it.
he hit me like he meant it
and never once apologized.
no.once.

once he apologized...
i was sitting cross legged at his feet.
he had made me stand, take my panties off, sit at his feet, showing my freshly shaven pussy
and wash his feet in a tub
wearing a dog collar, bra, and short skirt.
i had just been beat for wearing 6 in heels, because they made me taller than him
he had a riding crop
he was snapping it, loud and hard in the air
and it came across my face completley by accident and he and the girl sitting with ijhm were not half as stunned as i was.
tears immediately running down my face
a dark red blood mark on my cheek.
he laughed.like you do when you see someone trip.
said
oh.hahaoh.i'm sorry.
grabbed my face roughly with his hand
kissed my mouth hard.
pushed me away and told me to finish his feet.
that was his only apology.

it is like it started yesterday.
i would beg. borrow.
always wanting it
he'd call and i would drop it all and go
in a heartbeat.
we fucked to depeche mode once.
in the hallway.over the railing.my entire upper body hanging over the edge of the spiral staiurcase.
i knew to comply.he threw me from room to room.
i was always aware of my actions...trying to predict his moves..ha.right.
fucking me and her at the same time.so hot.the way he commanded and took.
rape and pillage.

totally naughty thoughts about a man far far away

2007-07-22T13:27:00.000-07:00

i wrapped my legs around his neck
pulling him down more
his weight on me
god damn i had wanted this for so long
here he was
firmly planted on top of me
my legs securely wrapped around his neck
i looked at him
his beautiful face
he wanted to fuck me so badly.
he slapped me with his hard cock
then again
it was growing with each time
feeling heavier with each hit
i was getting wetter and wetter
my hips would rise to meet his thickness
his other hand immediately pushes my hips back down to the bed
i know he is in complete control of me
there would be no getting out from under him
even if i tried
but i had no desire to be anywhere in the universe but right there
underneath this man
his cock came down harder
right after that one he just tried to pop it in
there was no way that was going to just happen
i instinctively rose to meet him
my pussy was way to tight to allow him in on the first try
he shoved it harder
forcing it
i felt like i was about to be ripped in two
he pulled it out and jammed 2 fingers in me
my arms stretched out behind me
grabbing the headboard
my back arched
he fucked my pussy with his fingers and watched me under him for a minute
knowing that he was about to force his cock in me
craving him with every part of me
his fingers felt so good, they were easily making me wet enough
"look at me"
...his voice, the way he says the things he says..
..you have no idea..
i look up at him, obeying completely.
he starts slowly fucking my pussy with his fingers...
i bite my lip
stare at him
his eyes are intensely focused on mine
"you gonna let me in there this time?"
-absolutely-i barely let it out....
he pushes his thumb over my clit and slowly removes his fingers
i moan into it
he looks down at me
takes a half step back
i look at his hand wrapped firmly around his thick dick
he rubs it against my lips
teasing the outside of my pussy with his tool
i know he can feel how wet i have become from his fingers
my pussy is slick
he just keeps rubbing his cock over it
hitting me on my clit with his cock
i raise myself and at that same time he shoves his cock in me
hard and with a great deal of force
and a lot of strength
it goes in
i am barely big enough to receive him
he pushes himself in as far as he can
my pussy allowing him to fill me up completely
my legs wrap tighter around his neck
my back arches
he pounds me into the bed
fuck
i am full of this man
his weight on me
his cock shoved into me
my legs wrap around him
my knees by his neck now
pulling him closer
feeling him on me
so fucking deep inside me
he fucks me like that for at least 15 minutes
my body building to this climax
this crescendo
he is fucking me
so hard
his sweat dripping down onto me
his weight bearing on my legs
his hands reaching up and grabbing my hips
pinning me down tight against the bed
making his penetration harder
more severe
i would push myself up with my ankles on his shoulders
trying to push against his hands
my hips fighting to rise
my ankles digging into him
his fucking cock completely filling me
as deep as it could possibly go
i was screaming
i could feel myself tightening around his cock
each thrust becoming harder for him to pull away from me
i was keeping him there
swelling around him
i was going to explode at any second
he releases his grip around my hip and presses his thumb firmly over my clit again
i am pressing myself so tight against him
he plays with my clit
my pussy throbs on him
"look at me"
..that god damn voice..
"look at me"his thumb bearing down on me.i moan ."ramona."
"look at me" i raise my head opening my eyes
he's slightly outta focus, i have never been so open and received someone so deeply
i'm gonna cum all over you...i barely moan out
i am having this experience writhing on his thick dick
this feeling overwhelming me
this fullness and weight on me
"when you cum on me "
i feel like that is about to be now
i look at him and moan loud...he presses down on my clit
fingering it
looking straight into me
"i want you to look at me "
i can barely keep my eyes open.
"i want you to tell me"
i push my dripping pussy against him
taking all of him and throbbing on his dick
i feel him get super hard
super thick
i feel him convulse a little in me
"mmhmi want you to tell me how much you love fucking my cock"
i bounce myself on him
"i want you to look at me and tell me how much you love fucking my cock"
he says it fast,
looking at me
fucking me deeply and hard....
"ok...?mmmok?"
i can feel how much he is enjoying this
he is as close to cumming as i am
i try to tell him i will do exactly what he says....
i can almost get the full sentence out
when i begin to pulse on his cock
his weight lightens a little on me
he is so deep in me

i begin to cum
my ankles are gripped firmly around his neck, pressing into his shoulders
he reaches up and grabs one with his freehand
his thumb pressing harder on my clit right when i cum
making it much stronger
i start to shut my eyes
"ramona"
he sounds stern and mean
i look at him

i...ssmmm.... my body throbs and jumps under him..i..i..love fucking your....hmmmcock...
i moan out
i look up at him
dead on
straight into his eyes.
i love fucking your cock
i say it strong and as i look into him, my pussy showers him.
i pulse and throb on him and tell him again
I LOVE FUCKING YOUR COCK.
his face contorts. i feel him lose his grip on me.
i look at him...my own body having these all over twitches of orgasm
i feel him explode in me
his face goes blank
and his eyes roll slightly
i say it again
reaching my hand up
touching his face
speaking firmly and gently into his mouth...
i love fucking your cock
he cums so hard on top of me
so deep inside of me
i pulse repeatedly on his hard cock
wee cum together and collapse in a heap on the bed
i am panting
my body writhing
completely fucked
yes.
i take a deep breath
i stand up
straightening myself just a little
he watches me

i'm going to go get in the shower
will you join me in a minute?

and with that golden voice he says
"of course"

fresh flowers

2007-07-21T17:38:00.000-07:00

He knocked on the door.

the anticipation of our first kiss kills me
-from the knock on the door-until it happens-
i wait (and sometimes he makes me wait quite a while).
my way? i would kiss him on sight. jump for it.
but he's not here for my choice. my way.
and i like it like that.

His knock was loud and forceful.
i opened it immediately.
i was in the cutest dress, lots of leg and really tall shoes.
just how he adores me.
my excitement was overshadowed by pure amazement immediately -
he had flowers.
roses. i could smell them as soon as i opened the door.
they were beautiful....lots and lots of them.
red pink orange white yellow

i was completely speechless.
and smiling with all of my being

he stepped into me-
pressing the flowers between us,
grabbing the back of my head with his hand
pulling me into him
hard.with great force
kissing me firmly on the mouth.
my knees almost buckle
i am overwhelmed.
the smell of the flowers coming up between us is so strong
the feel of him, his mouth on mine, his taste, his breath..

i fall into it...every time.
i fall into him.

he steps back
my eyes immediately go to the flowers...
he has separated a handful of them from the massive bunch.

i think that he is going to hand them to me....
i look at him with all the desire of a girl about to get flowers...
he raises them
i look at them longingly
in one swift motion,
he slaps me across the face
as hard as he can with them.

my shock and excitement shoots through the roof
the soft petals hit my skin with force, almost moist in their beauty and odor.
the smell lingers with the slight sting of the hit
oh.my.
he does it again. the surprise is still strong. it feels so amazing.
the stems slightly thwapping my cheek, some petals flying off this time.
i stare at him. oh.my.

something new.

he slaps me with the flowers a third time...

something delicious and new.

that smell on me...i can turn my head and smell the flowers.
he brings them up gently to my mouth,
lightly tapping me on the mouth, dragging them over my face
i follow them with my head-the smell is intoxicating
he draws them back and slaps me again.
it is shocking how good it feels.
the soft petals flying in the air
roses.
he drags them gently over my neck, leaning in and kissing me-
oh- how i want
he slaps me with the flowers as he kisses me...

the most exotic turn on i have ever had.

he bites my lip and pulls away.

"here. i brought these for you"
handing me all the roses.

...and i swoon...

in god's name

2007-07-21T17:28:00.000-07:00

first i would press my body against his
then, as i warmed up to his touch, smell, taste, and rhythm...
i would begin to crave him,
there just wasn't enough.
i always want moremoremore
letting my wants take over,
beginning to writhe for him.
beginning to ache for his touch.
wanting his fingers to explore my body,
anticipating and craving all of him.
talking into his mouth as he kisses me,
begging him to touch me.
wishing he had more hands to hold me.
i rub my body against his like a pussy(cat)
i kiss his neck and bite him with playful affection
rolling him onto his back, joyously climbing on top
i can feel his cock
i want it inside
pushing myself down on him
i stand and take off my panties
he reaches up and takes them from me, for himself
so hot
his leather pants
i look at his belt and i want him to hit me
but...i know that this time is more about kissing than fucking
i swoon

he knows just when to switch it up on me

he undoes his pants. i stand there, watching. he moves slow. deliberate.
i watch. i wait. i anticipate. i want.

i reach down and touch myself,
i am wet. wet with anticipation.
he looks so damn tasty taking off his pants...
then his shirt, he pulls it over his head.
oh damn.
he looks edible.
my hand is rubbing my pussy, exploring the folds, i catch my breath...just barely
my head is back, i am masturbating, standing above him

he pulls at my knees....i fall into him
i can feel his skin all over me.
his cock under me...
i'm soo ready
i get him wet with my pussy,
rub myself all over him
he flips me over, quick and with no effort
for a second i am confused, where did his cock go.....

perfectly submissive....
holding onto my legs, pressing his huge cock against me
i want it
i need it
please.
ohgod.please.
god.oh.god.

with a bullet

2007-07-16T13:08:00.000-07:00

i craved him and all the abuse he would dish out
i have searched for someone that will take me with that kind of force
i was never listened to
but i rarely if ever tried to stop him
i knew there was no stopping him and everything he gave me was exactly what i wanted
and still want

who knows maybe you were kidnapped tied up taken away and held for ransom

he was abusive in every way i needed
stern
always had the upperhand and never once was there any waiver in that or question
he controlled me and all situations perfectly
poised
demanding respect from the most selfish acts
and receiving it
whenever he got personal.private.candid.
it really freaked me out
kissing me gently
i wondered if he was going to kill me
giving me his journal to read aloud while he tattooed me
i felt like he was going to shoot me with the gun i was reading about
telling me about politics of business and punkrock
i would just think he was setting me up to stab me at a show
he scared me
and i never felt like i should let my guard down
but i did often
and i was smacked right the fuck back into place everytime
with anger
he taught me how to orchestrate
commanding strong women like me into place isn't an easy task
for most
he did it effortless
setting the tone and fencing me in perfectly
never backing me into a corner
rather, letting me have all the room i need to breathe....and wanting desperately for him to suffocate me with his cock
and begging to be be punished for wanting it
he was always first
and i never thought about changing that
the measure for what was required sexually
i have never had better sex
hotter sex
more forceful and submissive sex
i really do not think i ever will

number 1 with a bullet.
always and forever.
if i ever had a daddy it was then

twist of cain

2007-07-16T13:06:00.000-07:00

fuck me to
twist of cain
loud
hard
beat me
so hard
i got tattooed to
twist of cain
once
oh my god
it was summer
hot
LOUD
1990 sf
bald guy.i have no recollection of his name
at erno's
god he was hot
i love this song.

of all the things you could ask me....

2007-06-30T12:17:00.000-07:00

*Wanna do it?
Like you would not believe.
over and over again. please. now would be good.

*Tell me some of the kinkiest stuff you have done:
-being fisted on jennyfur's lap by daddy
-Eating the dog biscuits and being hit across the face with a riding crop, while i sat cross-legged with no panties on
-Getting fucked on the wrong side of the tracks while screaming and having a fist shoved in my mouth
-The backseat of that beautiful old car, in golden gate park, when I was in the most extraordinary position while benthere ate my pussy.
-Being beat with daddy's belt over and over
-tied to the bed and beaten in ny and fucked HARD
-Tied to the chair and tattooed, pinched, beaten
-being choked by cock and held down
-peeing on jw
-letting amanda go down on me on bart
-restraining chris and then fucking him with a curling iron, waxing him, shaving him, beating him
-the grape incident
-tying up eric in high school and leaving him in my room for a good 7 hours and abusing him and fucking him at whim, eating my lunch off of him
-making a hotel room in sf a fucking bloodbath and walking away looking like i had been kidnapped and raped and beaten...lovin every minute of it.
-blowing that guy in the bathroom of the tattoo shop

*Most memorable make outs:
dolores park
The first time with daddy
The bouncer in the parking lot
Chris elliott on the boat dock
when charlie asked me to marry him
the emergency staircase of a motel
blowing this guy in the restaraunt bathroom on our first date

*Strange places you have had sex
the elevator in the library at delta
Wal mart
Haggin museum
Freeway overpass
Foot of the golden gate bridge
On bart
at the blackwater
in the cemetary during the day
during a show in the crowd
at a sex club
behind the school at lunch

*Ever laugh during sex? Cry ?
I have laughed because it just seemed ridiculous.
I have cried after sex because it just seemed ridiculous.

*Do you anal?
No. Not in the slightest
i have done it and enjoyed it
i have done it because i 'had' to
i just am not into anal

*Favorite songs/music to fuck to:
my brothers wife-butthole surfers
Led zeppelin 2
portishead
the orb, sometimes
anything loud and fast
most of the time this element does not matter

*Ever fake it?
No. why, what's the point in that?
I have gotten up and left though.I don't have time to be that dramatic and fake it. i am honest enough to just stop if i am not into it.

*Do you talk dirty? Do you have phone sex?
I love to say 'that I cannot wait to suck your cock and bite your neck-
i wanna stick my fingers deep in my pussy and have you lick them while i bite your neck-
I wanna watch my friends give you a blowjob '
I did phone sex as a job for a lil bit.

*Describe your cock or pussy in 3 words:
cotton candy goodness

*When are you most submissive? Most dominate?
I am the most submissive the first time I meet you or not at all.
I have noticed that it takes quite the man to really top me. i appreciate a good spanking and a man that can make me squirm...
I am most always the dominate one

*What do you think about when you masturbate?
-Adria-astra dont you?
-3way with my friends and a beautiful cock
-men shaving with their tattooed hands

*Current fantasy/fetish/desire:
I wanna pee on you.
I wanna watch my friend give you a blowjob
Watching men shave has always been my biggest fetish. There is nothing sexier. at all.
Biting.making out.
laying down on a big bad and heavy petting for hours.

*What would you do if you walked into a room full of the people you have had sex with?
I would laugh for a long time and then I would immediately size them up and see who I would do first.

What would that room be like?
A couple of punk bands and some super hot groupies.

Would you end up having sex with one of them?
I would size them up to see who I would fuck first, tomorrow, later on, next week-I have always believed in the recycling of hot guys and great lovers.

*What is your favorite porn?
Still pictures of hot chicks.
Beautifully tattooed hands
i don't own porn and have never really been super into it....

*How about a 3some?
Ok.
Me my friend and your cock?

*What is your most embarrassing sexual moment?
Probably on the floor at the dog's house. I came and squirted. Only that one time.

*Have you ever had a sex injury?
my recent rugburn was Sweet.
I have fucked in the orchard in high school and fucked my knees all to hell.
I fucked on the boat dock and had soo many splinters.
I fell through a table in high school
I have been beaten by hand, with whips, with belts, with paddles, with crops, cat o' nine tails,canes.... severely, and loved every minute of it.
Forever.

*What is your favorite sex toy?
The shower head

*Ever done it in an elevator? On a plane/bus/train?Backseat?
Yes no yes yes and anytime you are down for the backseat I am too.

*Would you like to be tied up?
Yes, please.

he swallowed a goldfish for me while we were listening to black flag

2007-06-30T12:12:00.001-07:00

:::::christopher robin:::::::

I am so thankful for christopher robin.

My own little punkrock fairytale.

His deviance really helped me to develop.

We had sex for 16 years. With not too much of a time gap ever.

We fucked in cars, orchards, in the bathroom of more than a few parties, in my moms house, his moms house, my apartments, his houses, hotels, fields of flowers, cabins, warehouses, on boat docks, jungle gyms, on acid, ecstasy, ghb, pot, mushrooms, alcohol, against all better advice and judgment, before he went into the army, when he got back, when we were single, whenever he had a girlfriend, between moves, during packing for a move,or in the old empty house,first time in a new house,in bad times and divorce, while being friends or enemies, rough,slow,anal,hot, sloppy, on the sly, in the open, for the public, without ever being inhibited, with complete abandon, healthy, sick, pervy, missionary, after dates, after dates with other people, in the middle of a school day, before we had to go to work 15 years later, with soo much love and hate..however wherever whatever

We started early.

Developed a relationship of something that I still crave today.
Because of him I can be fucking friends.
with no hangups or jealousy.

I have loved him all ways imaginable.
He had way more power than me-always-forever

I believed it and made it true

We fought. Fist fought. Slapped each other. Screamed. Yelled. Had it the fuck out.
I won a few. I lost more than I ever won.

He put a spell on me a few years back. I was sure to return that favor.

We have lived many many many lives knowing each other.
and there are more to come.
Maybe even been the same person.

He has represented the devil to me on more than one little occasion. Pure evil is inside of him.
I fell for that pure evil at 14. And loved every second of it for 16 years.
the first time i saw him...
He was wearing a black flag shirt, old man pants, cut off, skating on an orange alva board, in my driveway. He was with my friend steve that I had known since the 5th grade.
( My first real boy that I had ever held hands with. Steve was from ohio and had 2 older punkrock brothers.)

He brought chris over to skate and smoke a joint.

We were listening to my suburbia record that I had just got.

He broke some glass shelf that day in my moms house. I remember it breaking and then we took it outside and we smashed what was left of it in the driveway
and what seemed like a good idea, we found out- wasnt.

chris and i started hanging out a lot and for quite awhile.

Him and kirk would pick me up for school in the morning in chris's green vw squareback, then we would get tony and sometimes some others, most of the times we would get donuts as well. Sometimes we would take acid or smoke a joint or take someone's mom's pills. We would listen to the violent femmes from a boom box.

They were juniors. I was a freshman.

Chris and I would fist fight. Hardcore, I have never fought like that since. We would spar. We would throw each other into tables and he would restrain me, it was very passionate. It was really hot for a 14 and 16 year old.

Then we finally broke all that tension and had sex. Crazy sex. I was 14. We had sex on a very regular basis until I was 20.

Never empty, so much passion and depth. Our interaction made me hot no matter what it was. There was always fuel. Always fire.
always love. always hate.

We did big drugs together. The last time I ever used big drugs was with him.
We started doing drugs together in high school. We would take big drugs and fuck. For a long time no one knew we were fucking, everyone knew we were doing drugs. We outgrew it for awhile and then did it again in our late 20s. the drugs were different, the places the same, the dimension and time the same. chris has really fit my life for soo long. I grew up with him as my sexual partner. We have transcended the space and universe completely sober and as high as I have ever been.

Our fucking was phenomenal.
We turned a Russian suite into a bloodfest and he had a very high laundry bill to contend with,
those were the worst marks i have ever worn from fucking.
i looked as though i had been kidnapped and beaten.
it was glorious and i loved every bloody second.
my screams almost got us kicked out, and had security come twice to see if i was ok. he wouldn't open the door the second time and they were worried.
when we left an hour later to go see love and rockets...
he asked if they could fix the tub.
they cleaned up all the towels, bedding, robes, rugs, pillows....
they all had some blood.
not a pretty sight.
they fixed the tub, replaced all goods, and lined our sex toys up on the nightstand table.
neatly putting the shackles on the other table.

he made me interested in deviant behavior and fucking to get what i want from someone, or learning that fucking is all i want from someone and that being ok as well.

we were more than comfortable around each other.
we were lovers and friends. friends and lovers.
..with a penchant for doing big drugs together.
and fucking...

the last time we did big drugs together- i was 29 he was 30
oh man.
i had just read this short story.total housewife erotica.
she was married, unsatisfied, started wanting to fuck the produce guy.
chris was a produce guy at this time.

((this lady in the story seduces dude by putting 4 grapes in her pussy.and asking him to get them.
he eats them out. one two three.
the fourth one getting stuck and the lady kind of panics until she got home and went thru some work and got it out.))

we were HIGH on ghb and ecstasy.HIGH.
not just a little but ALOT.
we had done so many things sexual together that i thought this would be fun......
i stuck four big juicy purple grapes in my pussy.
one two three four
we were HIGH.
we're making out and he went down and ate them
one two three
...ha.no way.my mind raced.
he asked me how many i had put in there. i told him.
no way.
he pushed his fingers inside of me and tried to coerce it out. nope.
we started making out and forgot about it.
took another cap of ghb.
things got heated. i remembered right before he put it in that i had a grape stuck inside my pussy.
as he was kissing me, i spoke into his mouth "does it turn you on that i have a grape stuck in my pussy?"
we start laughing, i go into the bathroom and try and retrieve it. nope.
i come out. we take another hit of e.
smoke a joint.
forget about it.
we start to makeout again after awhile. right before i climb on top of him i realize that there is STILL a fucking grape in me. fuck.
i ask him if he likes me for my fruit basket.
we start laughing. try to get it out with both of our fingers. we can feel it. it rolls between my finger and my cervix. there is no getting it out.
he suggests going to the hospital.
uh.yea.
there is no fucking way i am going to the hospital high as fuck on g and e and telling them that i fell on a fruit bowl and have a grape lodged inside my pussy. you have got to be fucking kidding me.got to be!
we forget about it.
we smoke another joint and take a cap of g, snort some e.now i am fucking HIGH.twisted high.
and i want to fuck him very badly.
i start blowing him. he flips me around and is about to invade me....and we both realize that there is
STILL A FUCKING GRAPE IN MY PUSSY!!!!!!!
about 4 hours has passed since it got stuck.
we want to fuck.
did i mention how fucking high we were? yea. we really wanted to fuck.
he tells me enough is enough.
runs a bath.
rolls a joint.
tells me to get in.
hang my legs over opposite sides.
hands me a lit joint.
kisses me hard on the mouth and then.......
sticks his 2 middle fingers up in me
i lean back, smoking the joint. legs draped over the tub
he is reaching and pressing his fingers in me
and taadaa!
pulls out the perfectly round purple grape.
POP! he puts it in his mouth.
kissing me and telling me that it is the best grape he has ever had.

5 clowns.

2006-08-31T00:56:00.000-07:00

5 clowns in a van.chester van. total molester flat black primer indescript van.
they would kidnap me on my way home from work.
they would all have different weapons.
barracuda would have a cane and anal beads.
the hunter would have a paddle and a huge strap on.
epidemic would have a scalpel and a black industrial looking umbrella.
the pirate wench would have a wire brush and a spray bottle of alcohol and a beautful strap on.
and fucker, the driver. the instigator. he would have the key to the shackles, a utility belt full of torture devices, sharp tools, and knives, a thick leather strap and an electric flyswatter.
he would be the one to backhand me into a blackeye.
the five would blindfold me, and tie me up with brightly colored rope and shackle me.
take me to a remote location.
fuck me, cut me, torture me, strike me, bite me, hit me, scratch me, kiss me, beat me, cane the bottoms of my feet, and rape me.
i would be left there with no phone, no glasses, no shoes, no panties, covered in clown makeup, and have a blackeye.

Ramona, is that a bruise from daddy??

2006-07-31T17:19:00.000-07:00

A sister and i went to get a tattoo...
We went to Daddy~
...it's beautiful.Some red roses and a banner with her boyfriend's name (whatever).

...when he was done he asked for payment.
Ruby handed him some hundreds. He hit them away, laughing.

"That's not my payment..I believe you are responsible for paying me"
He's glaring at me, pointing his finger, waving his hand...at me.

I was actually frightened. My heart skipped and my breath was lost in my throat.
I had never been in a situation like this with him before...
We were told to go upstairs and wait for him. We did.
We sat on the red vinyl couch...it felt like we were in the waiting room in hell.Silence. We didn't dare speak...After quite a few minutes, he came upstairs.

His feet heavy on the wood stairs. His boots making this heavy thud with each step.
Daddy entered the room, suddenly there was a struggle for oxygen...
He was there to get what he wanted and there was nothing at all that we were going to do to stop him.

His commanding presence, the look in his eyes, his brow stern, his jaw set...yet, he is calm - that wrath is just brewing beneath that fucking sober exterior.

He sat between us on the sofa, putting his arms around us, fitting so well right there.
Quietly explaining that I was going to pay him for ruby's tattoo... that if she helped out my payment would be far less.

Right, the bitch just tattooed her boyfriend's name on her..she's gonna help out?! no way.
"There is nothing i can do to help you out of this,"she says calmly smiling at me.
'thanks.' I seethe.

He pulls his arm tight around her, just enough to get a square hit across my face.
fuck.

Ruby looks stunned. She stares at me when i do nothing.
No reaction. I don't even lower my eyes.
He tells me that I am not to speak unless spoken to...do I understand? smack! across my face again.
"yes" I now lower my eyes.

He goes back to calmly telling us that I will pay and that I may even enjoy some of it,
upon saying this he starts laughing and continues-
"well, enjoy might not be the right word..."

I was kind of freaking out. Being beat by Daddy and taking his punishments up to this point, had been everything a girl could ever ask for...
degradation, beatings, a few slaps, forced sex, belts, riding crops,fucking someone else for him, being pinched while being tattooed, having to eat dog biscuits...
..all things a good girl could ask for...
.:this was taking a much darker path:.

He started asking Ruby questions. How long she had been dating, where she was living, how work was....looking at her longingly, the whole thing made her a wayway bit uneasy.
Confused her. She never saw what happened next even coming...

He grabbed me by the back of my head, with great force and a serious 'fuck you' grip.
Forcing my face uncomfortably into his lap,
my ass rising higher- the lower he put my head.
His left hand on my ass, tugging at my panties, pulling them, ripping them to the side and eventually tearing them off completely.
His right hand around Ruby and trying to undo his pants all at the same time, kind of forcing her and I to look at eachother for a second, just a second.
She looked scared. I was terrified.

He got his pants undone, releasing her and shoving my face onto his cock.
I opened my mouth just in time to have his cock rammed down my throat and choke for air, at the same moment he started pushing his fingers in me. working my pussy, I love his fingers in me. They always feel so fucking good, I always just want more and more.
His attention on kissing my sister and shoving his hands in me from both ends.
:.busy man.:
Daddy began pushing his fingers inside with great force. One two, just working my wet pussy.His fingers were gliding in and out easily..feeling soo good..my head being shoved on his dick.
I was trying to breathe through it, this growing pressure on my pussy.. my ass barely rising to meet his force anymore, my air being cut off regularly by his cock.
Three fingers were deep inside of my pussy, deeper, my face almost touching his stomach, then being picked up by my hair and gasping for air
...before being shoved down again.
Arching my back, wanting to try and relieve some pressure, somewhere...he was working my pussy, the pressure bulding to this level I had never felt before. fuck the pressure.
He pushed me hard onto his cock, when I gagged he swatted the back of my head, while kissing my sister and making sweet talk with her.

the pressure.
I was unsure of what the fuck he was doing, my breathing was severely limited and I was scared that I was going to pass out.
My pelvic bone felt like it was breaking. fuck.
He was laughing maniacally.. lightly kissing my sister's neck and she was giggling nervously...this fucking pressure was starting to hurt, my gag reflex long since surpassed and I was just lucky to be breathing at all...

Four fingers, his thumb wasn't far behind...
I could feel my need for a deep breath increasing, he yanked me off his cock just in time to slap me across the face as I gasped for as much air as possible before being choked some more.

When my face returned to his lap I felt my pussy completely full of Daddy's hand.
"I bet you never thought your sister could take a whole fist up in her?"
I didn't think I could take much more. Tears from being gagged were flowing down my cheeks...
my sister gasped..then let out a very nervous laugh.
I tried to look up and was met with my head being grabbed and forced further down on his cock..further inside me with his hand. I felt kind of like a stuffed pig.

Did he really have his whole hand up my pussy?
fuck~ it felt like his arm, both in my mouth and my pussy.

He began to pull his hand out, slowly...
releasing his grasp on the back of my head.
air.breathe.air.breathe.air.breathe.

His hand out of my pussy, he pulls me up-makes me look at him
slaps me across the face with the hand that was just inside of me
....hard. then again.
My nose running and tears flowing down my face... slapped with my own pussy.

He removes his wedding ring and tosses it on the table in front of us.
I watch it hit and kind of lose myself for a second-just watching it be thrown and hitting with a little noise...

Which is why him grabbing me up by my hair made me scream a little bit.
I was punched in the back of the head for the scream.
Whatever had just happened i realized was a prelude to what was about to happen.

It felt like he was going to rip my hair out, perhaps he was.
He stood, his pants falling down
throwing me to the ground between his legs.
His cock was beautiful, I wanted to just take it...all of it. No matter what he seemed to do, I always wanted to blow Daddy. I was always down to worship his dick.
His was the most beautiful dick I have ever seen.

He started choking me with his cock all over again, different position.
I tried to steady myself on his legs, ease some of the choking. he grabbed my hands and shoved them under his knees on the couch.
I had no way to push away, nothing more I could argue with.
He began a steady choking with his dick, I could not breathe, I was allowed these short gasps and then just cock over and over again...

when I was about to puke or pass out- he would allow me a few short breaths, which he would slap my face for taking....

Choking and gasping for as much air as possible.....this went on forever, or about half an hour.
Frightened that if my gag reflex really kicked in and I puked on him, what the fuck would he do..?
The room seemed super intense, the sounds of my throated breaths and his laughter.
I felt like I was gonna pass out, my head was foggy and my jaw had started to hurt awhile ago...
I was unable to do anything but suck his dick.
suck his dick. suck it.
I wasn't sure how much more I could handle, I was about at my point...

He held my face over his cock
feeling me choke a few times, then began to gag, my head almost going limp in his hands...

He held me there until I almost was under, the room went black ...
((giving me-but a taste- of what was about to happen~ ))

..and then I was ripped up by my hair
I looked at Ruby...pure fear.
He tossed me down over the couch arm

ass up.
face down.

Ruby's lap next to where my head was.
She didn't dare touch me.
He hit me with such fucking force my face got fucked by the couch...
and again
smack!smack!smack!

fuck.
I was beginning to hurt in all kinds of places...I was breathing though
and for that I was grateful.
Grateful for breath. He made me feel grateful to breathe.

I heard his belt being pulled through the loops of his pants around his knees...

SLAM!
The fucking studs almost ripping open the flesh on my ass.
He pushed my face down further with his boot.
I have never been soo scared.
He tapped the back of my head repeatedly with his boot, threatening to smash my head... making me wish I didn't love it so much, the abuse, the chaos.

He kept hitting me with that fucking belt, then his hand, then his fingers inside of me...screaming into the couch, his boot tapping my head...
he took his foot from off my head. If i thought that meant relief, I was mistaken.

Kicking my legs apart, his arm coming down on my back to keep me from even thinking about rising...which I hadn't even considered to be a possibility.

To defy him now would be futile.

Instead of feeling the electricity that I usually feel when I am about to be fucked by Daddy
I felt fear.
I was paralyzed with fucking fear.

He pushed his huge cock in me.

ohmyfucking.....yes...this this is what i have wanted....

For about 2 minutes, he fucked me like I have never been fucked before or since...
The fury the pain the anger the cock...my wet pussy...
my fucking pussy...soo wet and ready to be fucked like that...

and then it was gone.
he pulled out quick.

Slapped me across the back of my head, harder than I have ever been hit...
and again and again.
I screamed.

He pulled my hips up with his hands....
(he is about to fuck me in the ass...hard)

"NO!""don't do it!!" my face soo far in the couch, my voice quivering and small

"shut the fuck up" he leaned over and hit the back of my head- so hard that my teeth hit together.

he spit.

...from the mouth of Daddy to my ass...

he spit and then he rammed his fucking huge cock up my ass.

I screamed but could not break free.
His hands jerking my hips further back on his cock.
Tears immediately running down my face.
I tried in vain to push him off of me with my arms, from face down in the couch.

He grabbed my hair pulling my head back and getting off me all in the same moment.

His dick out of me, he let go of my hair
I turned just in time to see his hand across my face

"You're no fun at all" he said-laughing-grabbing me by the back of my head and forcing me to kneel on the couch in front of him.
He slapped me again, much harder than the first time...
"Look at me"
I looked up .
His cock in my face, his backhand rising to meet my temple~
causing this pain that I know will be a blackeye later.
He reaches down and rubs where he just hit me.hard.with force and intent to make it much worse. rubbing my black tears into my face.
I looked up at him and he spit in my face.
laughing.
slapped it in.
grabbed the back of my head before I had a second to react...
Shoved his cock down my throat
Grabbing me on both sides of my head
legs digging into the front of me, hands ripping out tuffs of my hair....

cock cockcockcock
I can feel tears running down my neck.
-he pulls his dick out-grabs it with his left hand- the back of my head with his right
I could not move..nor did I desire to try...
He began spraying cum all over my face
ear
hair
blackeye
neck
mouth

smacking me soo fucking hard across my cum face

"Get up! you look like shit."
I stand. my knees are shaking. I may just fall.
I was soo glad that it was over.
I felt wrecked.
There was no way I could take anymore.
he kicks me.
"GO!GET!CLEANED!UP!"
I walk into the hall...he is up behind me all of a sudden..
grabs me
"I curse the day you were fucking born"...I said it and I meant it.

He laughs..."good, because that was only the beginning"
"get cleaned up and come back for the fun part..."

I turned, cum on my face...broken beaten bloody hurt
"Ooh, have you had enough?" he was mocking me

"yes, I have had enough..and more" I say stern...as stern as I can be having a bath of his cum on my face.

"BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR..." he says back to me...
more of a creed than a piece of advice...
He was smiling.
Ruby was sitting in the room stunned. I had forgot she was even there...
"hurry the fuck up..." he calls after me...

the fifth

2006-07-28T01:51:00.000-07:00

there are habits possibly forming...similarities between experiences.
he picks me up and drops me off. i have no idea where he lives, although i have now been there a few times.
we always take a different way and it has been dark...
i wouldn't know where the fuck i was if i had to leave there.
fright.it plays me.

i has a present for him and he gave me a treat.
the nicest treat ever.

our visit was inhibited in the smallest way by the fact that he was on crutches...
which i felt compelled by...i think crutches and braces are sexy..
restriction is sexy.

i got molested by 5 clowns on rollerskates.....

2006-07-26T00:08:00.000-07:00

no. really. i did.....

it was one of the hottest experiences of my life.
folsom street fair 2003
...i asked them if i could take their picture
they said 'yes, if we can molest you'
of course....
i took these 2 pictures
they started skating circles around me and i had 10 clown hands up my skirt, in my shirt, on my tits, between my legs, on my ass, moving all around, feeling me, grabbing me, stealing big feels, copping good ones, groping me, tickling me, pinching me...
for about 2 minutes
then they just skated away
i screamed
'thank you...oh thank you'

if you know them or have ever seen them
give em my number.

sunday evening shave...

2006-07-25T12:45:00.000-07:00

sadism
Pronunciation: 'sA-"di-z&m
Function: noun
Etymology: International Scientific Vocabulary, from Marquis de Sade
1 : a sexual perversion in which gratification is obtained by the infliction of physical or mental pain on others (as on a love object)

he made me wait.
not at home...he was there before i was ready to go...
he made me wait to kiss him.
just coming off the 'nice guy' trip..
i thought we would be making out.
i was wrong.
i tried to kiss him.
he refused.wouldn't kiss me, still touched me, sat next to me, just wouldn't give me what i wanted. at all. i love that.
'always keep em guessin'
this usually works with me...i willingly go with this one.i prefer it.
my attention span is short...and i bore easily.

we had a conversation wherein he gave the exact definition of 'crimes of passion'
fright gets me wet

he let me climb on top of him
i was so ready to just be on him
he lifted up my skirt and stuck his finger directly on the best most sensitive part of my pussy... and just stared at me.
fuck
my mind was spinning.
this was our first contact!! sticking his hand in my panties and immediately touching the one place that makes me wet beyond belief.?...
fuck

and when i took it just a little too far,and tried to kiss him
he picked me up and put me in another seat. and left the room.

he asked me what i wanted.
i asked him to shave for me
he asked me to barter for it
'i'll totally give you a blowjob'
'you were going to do that anyway.'
i said the one thing i shouldn't have
:::i won't anal:::
telling the sadist what you won't do is the fucking dumbest thing you can do...

quite a few times i had no idea what was about to happen...or what i wanted...
he made me want him though
i really want him
crave it
i get wet with anticipation

he walked around and turned things off, shut windows, did this whole methodical routine.
it was slightly unnerving and incredibly sexy.
no one could see me there and no one would hear me scream.

he came back and stood over me.
my head was back..i reached up and felt his hard cock in my hand. i wanted moremoremore
i undid his belt and he undid his pants....
his cock was out and i swear-just for a second i thought he was going to pee on me.
straight down my face and chest...
i don't know how much i would have minded.
i beg for it with this fucker.

he shoved my mouth over his cock
i tasted pussy
hmmmm
not my pussy...
some pussy was there before me...
not at all surprised. nothing shocking.
i wondered if he did it on purpose...

he's methodical.
sadistic.
i want him to hit me. i want to wear those marks.
please.please.
he put his cock in my mouth. i wanted more.i want to just suck his cock. i love it.
the way it fills my mouth and i can't get all of it in there....the way i have it shoved down my throat and have no air...please let me.please you.
i gave him a blowjob while leaning over the sofa
he choked me and gave me every indication that this was not about being a nice guy.
thank you.

he quickly got behind me and fucked me soo fucking hard
just for a minute.just long enough to make me scream and hope it never stops.
then it does.always.
then he made me blow him some more
lick myself off his cock

we made our way into his room.

more windows shut-lights turned off-doors shut-blinds shut
methods
he took off my panties and his clothes....he was wearing a van halen t-shirt...
soo hot...
let me climb on top of him
ride him* grind my pussy all over him* fuck him* scream for him
fuck
i love that.
[every girl loves a dirty cowboy] or would it be [save a horse, ride a cowboy]

then he just got up and walked out.
went into the bathroom and started some water and then asked me to come there
'what am i doing?'
i heard the taptaptap of the razor on the sink
'haaayou're shaving..' my pussy is dripping at the thought
i grab the door and it's locked.
of course.
'you're shaving with the door locked'
he opened it.
i took a seat with my leg up so i could masturbate...my hand was immediately all over my super wet pussy...my eyes glued on that fucker shaving for me.
shaving for me
SHAVING!!
fuck. you have no idea.
the hottest fantasies i have.
he gave me what i always want.
boom.what i always want.what i want every guy to do...ever
i watched him. his hands. the taptaptap. the way he has the water on. the faces he makes. the way he looked at himself. his hands. his body. his cock, but only for a second, because i didn't want to miss his hand dragging the razor over the neck or the chin, or right above his lip...oh my fucking god, was this even happening? i could watch this for hours...i swear it seemed like it lasted 5 seconds. his body- his ritual- his hands over his face- his way that it works for him
the taptaptap of the razor
water over his face.cleaning up the shaving cream, the ears, the final look in the mirror.
towel dry.
writing this now i had to stop...
let myself have that all over again.
::::here comes the best part::::
the smell of a man's face after he shaves makes me want to fucking blow him for a week.
seriously.

we went back into his room
i want him to fuck me now here harderharder faster moremore
i climb on him smell him
kiss him
his mouth is soft and kissing him gives me the complete misconception about the situation, this is not soft...he is not a soft guy.
that fucking smell.
hands in my pussy
fucking me
letting me ride him
taking off my clothes.
our first time totally and completely naked with eachother.
home base.

i blew him. i love to blow him.
he choked me he throttled my throat and completely took my air away
he plugged my nose and talked dirty to me as he choked me and took away every breath
asking me if i liked it telling me how fucking good it felt to have his dick in my throat
he hit me and i asked for more.please more.
he slapped me across the face quite hard.
his palm always landing squarely on my jaw.thud.

he was fucking me from behind in a very deep intense position
penetrating me
his hand reaching down and touching my ass
my breathing quickens. my mind races.
he is going anal
and i'm the one that is truly not anal
[...confession...which is why the only guys that i have let anal are the ones i have fucked any way they want.
there are 4...and half are only a finger, not even their cock.]
he grabbed my hair and pulled me back onto him...onto his finger in my ass. my pussy soo wet that my ass was dripping as well. so fucking hot. his touch his cock his mouth on my ear biting...pulling my hair...pushing my boundaries.a little more and then a little more still.
fuck
fuck
'kiss me'
i do. he pushes his finger farther.his dick harder.
i wince and slightly pull away
'smell me' rubbing that freshly shaven face over my neck and face
from behind...'kiss me..can you smell my face?' said so hot into my ear..so hot. so behind me with all of me on him his fingers and cock in me...
i smell him.shaving cream.man.soft kisses and his finger in my ass.
oh my fucking god
you can have whatever you want.i would give anything to feel like this with every guy.
submit.

he pulls me soo hard down on him against him the feeling of his cock
oh fuck

he tosses me over him by my hair.
puts me on his face.
riding his face
hands in me
biting me so hard in the ditch between thigh and pussy, trying to pull away from him-- his finger is up my ass.
biting me soo hard
fingertip slipping with ease into my ass
fingers deep in my pussy
licking me
biting me
i am writhing all over his face and slipping in and over his hand...
screaming
breathing.
wanting.
tricky guy.having his fingertip in my ass. forcing me to choose between being bitten soo hard or having it there...
fuck me.
he hits me. please can i have more.
please. hit me again. he does. more please. one more.
so hard.

he flips me over and shoves his cock in my mouth
my hands are wet and i am just rubbing his cock and taking as much as i can in my mouth
he is still teasing my ass with his fingers and then starts putting 3 fingers in my pussy
the pressure. the feeling. i am sucking on his balls and wanting to make him cum in my mouth...please.
my hand feeling every inch squeezing it into my mouth
sucking on his balls
pushing my pussy over his face soo hard...his fingers being forced into me.

'quit rubbing the head of my dick...i don't wanna cum yet'
i stop.
it feels like he is going to fist me. the pressure and the ecstasy.

he's on top of me in an instant. fucking me hard and making me scream.
soo hard. his cock fills me up and makes me fucking want more.
crave it.
i was soo wet for him and i wanted to make him cum so bad...
he did.

oh fuck
so hot
so good
all over me..i wanted to taste him
so fucking hot
so wet and good....

....hot local action

2006-07-24T00:09:00.000-07:00

he was in rotation.
made it in totally under the radar.
he was different
not like any other i had
he was BLONDE....
<>

he wasn't what he seemed. i knew that right away.
there were secrets and stories beneath that blonde....

we started off with my sister telling him i was going to pee on him.
sweet.sweet little sisters.
always 'good lookin out'

then we had text.
we were textually compatible
{thanks adria}
i wrote him very nasty text messages
he caught the ball and threw it right back
this made him worth meeting.
i really do not like blonde guys.
...now, give me some barbie looking girl...candy. i just don't like blonde guys.
the first time i saw him i have little recollection of...
~it was in the bar when i was dropping something off for my lil sister.
then he walked into the bar when i was there...
this i remember well.

there was in anticipation to the whole thing.
i had text with him loads before this.
he was soo cute.
he didn't at all seem to be--what he became.

i asked him to give me a ride home.
i wanted to kiss him the whole time i sat at the bar talking to him.
i really just wanted to kiss him.
the time went slow for me......i wanted to taste his mouth and feel his breath.

our first kiss was strong.
we were in his truck.
*as long as i live...nothing will out do the first time-if it takes place in a vehicle...i truly fucking love the backseat makeout.*
this wasn't exactly easy. he isn't short.little.and neither am i.

we moved to the 'backseat'...there really isn't much of one...

he was between my thighs before i thought that was even going to happen.
he moved forward quickly and with the strength of force...
the biting was heavy and really hurt. he wasn't gentle or soft.

sadist.total undercover sadist.
hot.so fucking hot.
he hit me
pulled my hair
choked me
bit me
slapped me
spanked me
fucked me

and that was the first time.

daddy chronicles

2006-07-22T23:48:00.000-07:00

the way it once was......and i loved it.

One time.

He tattooed me. Made me stand up when he was done, this was the usual. I would stand up in front of him, turn slowly around as he told me to with his hand, the motion of his tattooed hand, slow.slower.

He would look at what he had done, where he had left his mark, where he would go next. Planning out his next mark. his methods. his permanence.

He told me to stop.
Pulled me into him.
He was sitting on the pew, I was standing in front of him, above him. He had recently had his head shaved, got back from Amsterdam. I could see that he had something tattooed in his hairline. I had never seen it before. It said something. it had been years, yet here is a brand new mark on him...something i had never seen.
=white pride=

I looked down and wondered what was going to happen next.

He started to run his fingers over my tattoo. That hurt. Just rubbing my fresh tattooed skin. Harder and Harder.
raising to meet him and yet, trying to resist because of the burning flesh involved...

I could feel the thoughts start flooding my mind, he always made me nervous. I never knew what would happen, how far i was going to be pushed, where I would end up.

He pulled me down on top of him. His leather pants under my bare skin. His cock hard and leather. My skin blue and oozy. So much pain....wanting soo much pleasure. Instantly I was wet and wanting him, but it never worked that way.

It was never about what I wanted.
...and that was my favorite part.

He started kissing my mouth, hard and with no regard. His hands exploring all parts of me, pulling me down on him, pulling my hair. Forcing his way into my shirt, then easily into my bra, my mouth on his tightly, almost to the point of no breath...

I could feel my body start to dance on his lap. My desire rising with each breath I was allowed. His hands having found all of me. His fingers slipping easily into my wetness. Pressing myself against his leather cock, trying to reach down and touch it.

He got up, pushed me to my knees. Hands on the pew, ass up, facing the wall of mirrors. The terror of these moments makes them so much more exciting.
Fear makes me wet.
Terror increases it.

I never knew what would come next.

But I knew it wasn't up to me....
...and I was going there...ready or not.

He pulled off his belt.

yes. please. please. yes.

Lifted my ass slightly with his hand, pushing his fingers inside of me and making me want him moremoremore

He stood back, I could see him in the mirror, studying my ass, he rubbed it and then

Smack! Once with the belt. then with his hand. Then with the belt four more times.
That belt over and over on my fucking tattooed, raw, burning flesh....
I could feel the air of the belt coming down before it hit my skin.
He rubbed my ass.
Huge welts forming from the studs
I loved the way he touched me.
He would rub the pain away and then hit me twice as hard as the time before.
Over and Over
I took it and wanted more, please can i have more...

I looked up and saw that look, the one he would get right before he was going to fuck me.
That fucking look
His whole being would be different right before he fucked me....right before he shoved it in....

He fell to his knees rubbing my hot ass, smacking it with such force I felt my hips hit the pew
and again. I wasn't sure what hurt more...my new tattoo, my new tattoo that had just been beaten, my ass that had been beaten, my hips thudding into the pew over and over...
fifteen solid hits to my ass.
fifteen solid thuds against my hips

He undid his pants

Finally.....

I was scared and ready all at the same time.

Seeing him behind me made me tingle inside,
trying to steady myself against the ground
trying to find some hold of something
so I can brace for his force.

He always fucked me with such fucking force

He would take what I wanted to give,
long before I was ready to give it.

This time was no exception.

His power over me, his never gentle touch, his cock
The way i could just worship his cock.
I wanted it all- all ways.

He pushed my face down and told me to stop looking at him, then hit me really hard
....across the back of the head.

His arm against my back, keeping my face down. His other hand lifting my ass with his fingers inside my pussy. He pulled out his cock, rubbing against my ass.
I was terrified. Totally fucking terrified...
and my pussy had never ever been that wet.

He hit me again.
Harder than before, and my face hit the pew.

He pulled me up by my hair
said he was sorry,

I was stupid enough to look up at him in the mirror.

He caught me.FUCK

Told me that he had said not to do that
that he was no longer sorry.
He slapped the back of my head.

Raising me with his fingers inside.

He removed his fingers just as his cock was being shoved inside of me.
I love the way he feels inside.

I took a breath just as his hand came down on my ass with great force.

My ass was getting so fucking sore.
I concentrated on the pleasure of his cock, he hit me again, then he picked up his belt,
I still tried to think of his cock.

He spanked me so hard with that fucking belt. So hard again and AGAIN

It felt hot and his cock felt amazing.

I screamed a little making him fuck me harder.

He pulled me by my hair so hard told me to look at him now.

I looked up in the mirror, he was maniacal.
I loved that look, his face contorted into this man of power and pain.
He was fucking me so hard
I was screaming as I looked into his face
Grabbing my hair and shoving my face up against the mirror
telling me to look at him while he fucked me
my fear grew
my pussy got wetter

he pulled me up the mirror and onto the pew
throwing me on my ass
my fucking freshly beaten and tattooed ass
fuck
soo much pain

i sat there
he screamed for me to look at him
slapped me across the face

slapped me across the face with his cock
soo hard

grabbed me by the back of my head
shoving his cock in my mouth all in the same movement

choking gasping
he slapped me again
i was looking up at him
the devil was in his soul
my pussy dripped

i could feel that he was about to come
i was sure that he would gag me and make me puke when it happened....
i was terrified to try and change it
i was not breathing much and my eyes were watering a lot....
he yanked me by my hair and slapped my face with his cock a couple times, then he hit me with his right hand as his left hand controlled his cock as he came all over my face
slapping it in
laughing at me and telling me to look at him...
slapping my face 3 more times
he pulled me up by my hair
pushing me forward
telling me to go get cleaned up
tripping me as he pushes me forward

fuck

i go and get cleaned up
cum in my hair, my eyes, my ears
fuck
my ass hurts soo fucking bad
i feel shredded
my legs almost buckling from just standing up

i walk back into the room
he tells me to sit down, patting his lap
i do
i look at him
he slaps my face
'did i ask you to look at me?'

fuck.

that hand that touch

2006-07-22T23:42:00.000-07:00

...fucker...

I once knew this guy that played his guitar the same way he played his cock

Same stroke

Same touch

same abuse

Same rhythm

Same fury

Same calm

Same hand

I was mesmerized at the sight

Both times.

sloppy inexperienced garage kiss

2006-07-22T21:29:00.000-07:00

i was mid sentence and he shoved his tongue down my throat.
soo lame