Dark Desire..

The sound of her heels on the too quiet sidewalk made her feel a little uneasy. The night felt damp against her skin and chilled her. She pulled her short jacket closed around her and kept walking although her pace might have been a bit more brisk. Why did she feel the need to walk now, she could have sworn there were people out here when she thought of this insane plan. She rounded the corner and sighed as she saw the lights of a few bars ahead. Loosening the death grip on her jacket she relaxed a bit seeing a few signs of humanity and felt more at ease. A few more blocks and she would be home. Her skirt swung around her thighs and she considered going in to the bar for a quick drink before going home. Hmm.. Not tonight, she pushed it enough for one evening. Shaking her head she continued to walk home and hummed a little tune softly under her breath.

She put her key in the lock to her Brownstone and in the next moment she was being pushed through her door and something was pulled over her head. She started to cry out with her next breath but an arm was pulled across her throat and she heard in her ear… “Not a sound or I’ll keep pressing until you pass out..” Panic slammed full force into her, constricting her heart and squeezing. She couldn’t even nod her head because the arm around her throat was so big it wouldn’t allow movement. She stumbled, blinded by the hood over her and the pressure of his arm around her throat, and the all consuming panic. He slammed the door shut behind them and slapped the bolt home locking them in. All these things registered dimly in her mind. He pushed up against the wall and kept a hand solidly between her shoulder blades and if she hadn’t turned her head at the last moment she would have had her face right in the wall. She could hear him fumbling for something and her mind screamed at her to do something, anything. She tried to wiggle but the hand was hard and implacable between her shoulder blades. “What do you want? Take the money and whatever you came for.. Just don’t hurt me..” She tried to keep the panic out of her voice. He said nothing. She swallowed a whimper that threatened to erupt from her throat.

She felt a hand grab her wrist and pull it to the small of her back and then the pressure was removed from between her shoulder blades but then he grabbed her other wrist and then she felt rope going around both wrists. A hand on her shoulder flipped her back against the wall and she felt the breath whoosh out of her lungs at the suddenness of the move. The hood or whatever it was, was taken off of her but before she could open her eyes and see what was going on, he was tying a blindfold on her. She stood still though inside her mind she screamed. She felt his breath on her cheek and she stood absolutely stone still, not daring to breathe. He put his hand on her throat and she felt his fingers flex and then tighten just enough that he had her undivided attention. His hand relaxed a bit and then in the blink of an eye she pushed from the wall with all of her strength and raised her knee blindly and struck out. She made contact with bone and muscle and heard his exclamation of surprise followed by a string of cursing and then she stumbled as his weight was gone. She heard him crash against the opposite wall of the entry way and she scrambled around blind and tried to focus her energy. She careened around the corner and ran down the hall until she came to a doorway. She threw her body through the door and skidded to a halt and then she heard him crashing after her.. She ran and fell on the carpet and knew she had made a dire misjudgment in her panic. She had run into her bedroom. He paused in the doorway and slowly walked toward her. She scrambled using her shoulders and feet. She felt his nearness but the panic and terror kept her off balance. He came closer and she swung with her feet wildly trying to kick at him. He straddled her with a foot on either side of her hips. She continued to kick wildly hoping to make contact to some vital part of him. He sat down and locked her legs between his thighs effectively shutting down anything she hoped to do. Panting and trying hard not to cry, she waited for his next move. “Fuck, you could have maimed me for life if your aim had been better.” His cold statement made her want to scream. Her breathing was the only noise in the room.

She wriggled and he merely clamped his thighs tighter and she stilled. She tried to be still. He waited and finally she couldn’t take it anymore, in a shaky voice she asked him “What do you want?” She felt his body shift and he leaned forward and again she felt his hand on her throat squeezing, she swallowed convulsively. “Do something stupid like that again and I might change my mind.” “Do we understand each other?” He asked in a chilling voice and squeezed a little tighter on her throat. A whimper came out this time and she said in a whispery voice.. “Yes.” She felt him ease away and she tried to ease some of the pressure off of her aching shoulders and wrists. He eased his weight off of her a bit but not all the way. Suddenly he lifted himself off of her and grunted, she could hear him swear under his breath. Suddenly she was felt his hands on her as he pulled her to her feet. “You lift a leg, a foot, a knee… I will hog tie you and you won’t like that.. Do you understand?” He snarled at her. She shook her head yes and stood there quietly straining to hear what he was doing as he moved around her bedroom.

The next thing she knew, she was picked up and thrown over his shoulder and taken over to the bed and then she was flying through the air until she bounced on the bed, face down. She wriggled around and felt a hard smack on her ass which caused her to squeak and cease trying to turn over. He reached over and untied her hands and flipped her over. She scrambled on the bed but he was on her in seconds. He pulled her right hand up and over her head and then her left and tied them together and to her headboard. She heard him breathing over her and then she stiffened when she heard him next to her ear, “Do I have to tie you spread eagled on the bed? Are you gonna behave?” She replied in a quiet tone.. “Yes.”

He got off of the bed and moved around again and then left the room. She knew it was futile to try and get her hands loose but she tried anyway, and it was to no avail. She heard him in the kitchen doing something and she shuddered. What could he possibly want in her kitchen, a knife.. ?

She had to get a grip on her mind before she totally derailed. Her breathing accelerated and she felt the rising panic set in. She struggled against the bindings on her wrist and whimpered and thrashed about on the bed trying to get loose. Her head tossed back and forth in her rising state of panic. She was so caught up in her personal turmoil she did not hear him enter the bedroom again. Waves of panic slicked through her and her breathing was to the point where she could hardly take another breath. She didn’t even feel him settle on the bed next to her until she felt his hands on either side of her head capturing her and words from far away … “Hey.. Hey.. Slow down, I’m not going to kill you.. Aw hell.” Finally his words seeped through some part of her brain that had slowed down, and she grappled for some semblance of calm and to gain control of her breathing. She whimpered as she felt his hands on her face and in her hair. His soothing motions although calming, alarmed her as well. He placed his hand on her chest between her breasts and said in mild tones.. “I need you to calm the hell down.” She nodded her head slowly and the after shocks of her adrenalin rush coursed through her.

She licked her lips over the sudden dryness in her throat and the tears seeping from her eyes didn’t help matters. In a whispery voice, “What do you want? Are you going to kill me?” She rushed the questions at him almost afraid to hear his answers, but she couldn’t stop the words from tumbling from her mouth.

He felt him slide his fingers around her face just under the blindfold, over her cheeks, and down to her lips. His thumb pulled at her lower lip and then slowly entered her mouth. Surprise made her mouth open, a stray thought of biting his thumb entered and exited her mind quickly. She waited and heard his soft chuckle. His fingers trailed down her neck and settled on the valley between her breasts. Her breathing hitched in her throat and her heart thudded to a stop. She waited and then she felt his hand roam down lower to her belly and stop there. He tugged at her blouse and pulled it out of her skirt and she gasped when his warm hand touched her flesh.

His fingers played at the waist of her skirt and then he scooted back further on her legs, keeping his weight for the most part off of her. He ran both hands up the outside of her thighs and up under her skirt. She squirmed a little but made no real move, excitement, trepidation, fear… all coiled low in her belly and her breathing began to accelerate. His hands roamed all over her legs and then she felt his palm on her pussy and she squeaked. He ran his thumb up and down the wet silk of her panties and her excitement roared into high gear. On some more subtle level in her brain she registered that she was no longer afraid for her life but damn excited about what was happening now. She arched up into his touch and she heard him murmur.. “Yeah, that’s it.. Just like that…”

His hands reached up and pulled the slender scrap of lace down her thighs, down her legs and he scooted off of the bed and took the scrap of silk with him. She heard him go down to the end of the bed and he wrapped a hand around each ankle. She pressed her thighs together tightly reflexively but his strength was much more than hers and she felt the slid of her legs across the bed until she was spread-eagle, open to his gaze, her moisture glistening. She felt a flood of warmth between her thighs at the thought of him looking at her down there. Her head tossed restlessly on the pillow as she fought all the converging thoughts cascading through her mind.

She felt him crawl between her outspread thighs and intense heat coiled low in her belly. He let go of her ankles slowly and brought his hands up incrementally on either leg until they met on either side of her sopping wet pussy. Mewling her need and pulling against her restraints, she arched her hips up off of the bed. He slowly reached with both hands and pealed the soft swollen petals of her pussy back and rubbed her moisture back and forth over those pale pink lips. She stilled and waited for him, soft moans escaped her lips but she was mindless of them. He squeezed, massaged, and plumped the swollen lips and more honey flowed from her. With one hand he spread her lips wide and with the other hand, using one finger, he made figure-eights in the slickness, never touching her clit.

She wanted to scream and she did in her mind with the need for him to just get on with it. She wanted, no needed him to touch her, deep inside. Her sanity was held by a thin thread. Little pleas fell from her lips that she was totally unaware of. Her restless legs slid wider begging for his touch. “Please, please.. I need…” She panted and groaned, thrashing around on the bed. She bucked against the restraints and some deep seated level in her mind was thrilled with what happening to her. Her breasts ached and her nipples throbbed with the rising desire so intense as to be painful. The leather of her jacket and the lace of her bra, tenderly abrading the inflamed nipples… all these came together to drive her further up the hill of intense pleasure.

He used his thumb to rub around her clit which made her moan and the pleadings falling from her lips rolling one into another. He used two fingers from his other hand and suddenly plunged them deep inside her. Her hips flew off of the bed and she shuddered under the sensual assault and tried to get him to go deeper. Between the thumb circling her clit and the two fingers deep inside her she was nearly ready to climax but couldn’t quite get there. His thumb continued to rub around her clit but he removed the two fingers from deep inside her. She heard him unbuckle his belt and then a zipper coming down. She was too far gone in a sexual fog to care about anything but the intense, immediate need to climax. She felt his weight settle between her splayed thighs and then his cock nudged against her center. She arched up and tried to get him to enter her, then she smelled her arousal and sighed, and the two fingers that were inside her pussy just moments before were being pressed against her lips. She opened her mouth and felt him slide along her tongue, she sucked the fingers as her pussy wanted to suck his cock. He drove deeply into her pussy and she arched up and moaned. She closed her lips around his fingers suckling and slurping.

He ground into her pussy and then pulled back until he was almost out of her and then thrust back into her in a deep lunge. A small squeal escaped around his fingers and she panted and groaned as he ground around in small circles that hit a lot of nerve centers that converged inside her pussy. The fingers left her mouth and slid down her neck and then her breast was being squeezed and plumped through her blouse and bra. She turned restlessly into the hand, yearning for more.. He flipped back her jacket and the he raised her blouse and until only her bra separated them. He flicked the closure open and then swept the bra aside. She felt his warm moist mouth on her aching nipple and when his teeth bit down on that sensitive bud she screamed. She felt him pull up her leg with one of his hands and it allowed him to be seated deeper inside her aching pussy. His hips ground and swiveled against her and his cock reached further inside her until she clenched her muscles tight around him. He gripped her thigh with punishing intensity and the pain and the pleasure beat against her and then he bit on her other nipple and she screamed and screamed her release and climaxed. Still he hammered into her and then she felt his thumb on her clit and she shattered once more in a stronger climax that robbed her even of her screams. His release followed swiftly and he grunted as his cum filled her and seeped out around his cock.

She heard his release at the same time she felt him jet into her hot pussy. She clenched around him and it triggered another smaller wave of ecstasy through her. Her thigh ached where he still held her in a death grip but she reveled in the feelings that coursed through her body. Her nipples ached where he had bitten them and were extremely sensitive in the cooling air. She felt his cock still deep inside her and flexed her hips a bit and clenched around him. She heard him chuckle softly and he patted her thigh that seconds ago had been in his grip. Slowly, incrementally he pulled from her and she sighed at the slow slide of his cock as he left her. The cool air against her fevered flesh brought fresh awareness crashing against her. He sat on the side of the bed and his breathing slowed.

Her body hummed with pleasure and she felt a slow unfurling deep inside her of something dark and libidinous. She slowly stretched out her legs and relaxed. She stretched her arms over her head and then with a nail sliced through the ropes that held her bound. Her breathing stilled in her lungs and in a lightening movement was standing in front of him. Her black eyes bored into his and he opened his mouth but no words came out. She slowly reached out and pushed him back on the bed. She reached down and slid his legs up on to the bed and then straddled his hips. The moisture from their previous orgasms coated her pussy and she reached down to grab his cock in her hand. She whispered in his ear.. “I want you...may I have you again… may I have your cock inside me again? Will you give yourself to me?” She stroked his cock and pressed her lips to his neck. He looked up at her and said in a low tone, “yes, yes I want you, yes…”

She raised up on her knees and impaled herself on his cock and settled on his thighs. She rode him and circled her hips in a slow grind that made his cock hit all those lovely points of pleasure deep inside her. She heard his breathing accelerate and watched him closely. She reached behind her and grasped his balls in her hand and rolled them gently and then squeezed with just enough pressure to heighten his pleasure. She felt him stiffen and then pump his hips up to meet on her downward motions. She leaned forward and brushed her breasts over his shirt and the friction caused spears of sensation to shoot down to her pussy as she clenched her muscles around him. She felt him tighten up beneath her and then his cock seemed to swell just a little more. She leaned down and licked his neck and then just as he started to explode deep within her, her fangs grew and she sank them into his chest. One such as she a daughter of the Blooded Night could kill a human by sinking her fangs into their neck. She sucked and rode him and her orgasm caused him to pump into her again and again.. When she had drank her fill, she licked the wounds her fangs had made and sat up. He was in a stupor of sexual gratification and a small bit of venom that caused a human’s mind to relax and forget. She licked the last of the blood from her fangs in a slow sensual sweep of her tongue. She shuddered with the warmth that flowed through her like a fine liquor. She slowly released him from her body and then leaned down and cleaned his cock with her mouth. She put him back into his jeans and fastened them up and buckled his belt. She went to the end of the bed and glanced over her shoulder at him lying on the bed. In a voice older than the pyramids, she called to him and told him to leave and walk down to the bar on the corner, order a drink and then to go home. She knew that he would remember nothing of what had happened tonight and the marks on his chest would fade by morning’s light. She walked out of the bedroom and out the front door setting the lock so that when he left it would lock behind him. She walked down the stairs and looked up into the night’s sky. She dissolved into mist and rode the wind.

The Playground

Prolonging the sweetness of the moment…She stood there and let all the delicious feelings sweep over her.  His command of her body was complete.  With the fleeting touch of a finger, he could bring her to the edge. His complete control came with his exquisite timing. He was a virtuoso of her body and all its subtle nuances.  The real game of which he was the ultimate master however was the playground of her mind.  Nothing was sacrosanct. The control he plied over her mind was absolute.  He wove his delicate touch into all the dark corners, finding her weaknesses, her fears, and her savage release.  As the pieces were cleverly moved in the game play so were tides of pleasure awash in her body, he brought forth those passions that were created.  It was truly magnificent the temptation to just give in, but the war waging inside her mind was her last bastion of defense. The deliciousness of the play, the witty repartee, were foreplay for what dwelled beneath the surface banter. The clever thrust and parry held her as tightly as his arms ever could.  Her withdrawal was not tolerated.. He was relentless in his pursuit to claim victory over the game field. His conquering spirit tore at her defenses as she attempted to flee his claim. She had learned that there was a depth of spirit that would not be denied, could not be denied within herself. Her fear had grown with her own uncertainty but he had wooed her and calmed her like a god mastering the elements around him.  Those yearnings within that she had shied away from were a reality that blossomed. Every darkness that she fantasized were there calling to her and begging and she knew, she knew the too would be let out.. For her.. Her freedom was the ultimate prize.

The Handkerchief

Ohhh why did it have to be so damn hot… lugging my purchases and getting more grumpy by the moment…feeling the sweat trickle in places I really didn’t want to think about.. Oh I just had to go shopping today, what was I thinking. I was thinking right now about something long, tall, and very cool. Looking around I chanced upon a neon sign that promised such and swung through the doors and almost gasped out loud at the pleasure of the blast of cool from the air conditioner of the lounge I had just walked in to.  Finding a booth away from the door, it took my eyes a bit to adjust to the dimness of the interior but with a sweet sigh I sit down and lean my head back against the back of the booth… I feel someone at the table and pry an eye open and the bartender asks what I would like.. Licking my lips I reply.. “something tall, cool, and tangy please..” Nodding his head he walks away. Feeling the sweat cooling between my breasts a little shiver rolls over my body and a sigh of bliss escapes my lips… “yes, this is just what I needed..”  My drink arrives and just looking at the lovely frostiness of the glass causes a shiver to course through me.. I sip my drink and almost groan as the coolness flows down my throat to leave a lingering punch in my stomach.. “Wow..” that was just yummy.  Looking around the lounge that had become my solace from the heat outside I find I’ve stumbled into rather worn down jazz club. I could see that once it must have been something special but time had worn the place down and now it was just this side of seedy but so wonderfully cool it was a small piece of heaven to me…Having finished half of my drink I look over and see a juke box and grabbing some change wander over.. Seeing some lovely old tunes and some new ones, I choose a soft jazzy number that has my hips swaying as I continue to look at the music. A few more coins and a couple of tunes more I turn from the music and wander over the bar and ask the bartender for another drink and head back to my booth.  Slipping into my seat again as the bartender brings my second drink I go to pay and he tells me that the guy over there, and points over his shoulder, bought my drink.. I glance over where he has pointed but the darkness of the lounge prohibits me from getting a good look. I look up at the bartender and ask him if he would tell the gentleman “thank you”.. With a sigh of pleasure I take another sip of my drink and enjoy the music.. Drifting along with the music I just enjoy the moment. Feeling something different in the ambience around me, I look up and see a man standing beside the booth and he simply puts his hand out to me. Looking up at him leaves me a bit spell bound, he’s rather handsome in the quiet strong way of men. Not giving it another thought, I place my hand in his and let him lead me to the center of the floor. The slow seductive melody and the strong arms of the man I’m dancing with, the coolness of the club, the liquor… all came together in a heady rush and I let myself go. Dancing was a pleasure I did not indulge often and today there was an otherworldly feel about the scene. I drifted along and let the man and the music take me…The music changes and I come back with an awareness of my surroundings, I look up and tell the handsome stranger.. “thank you for the drink and the dance…”  He looks down at me and leads me back to my booth and says.. “the pleasure was mine..” and he walks back to his seat.  Sipping my drink I shake my head and try not to over think my rather rash behavior.  I feel the need to use the ladies’ room and wander across the floor to the darkened hallway and through the door marked ladies.  As I exit the ladies’ room moments later I see a darker shadow in the hall and feel a moment’s unease.  I try to sidle past when I’m trapped against the wall by a body, a rather solid body. Forcing the trepidation down I look up in the shadowy light to see the man who had danced with me a short time ago.. Clearing my throat I start to protest when a finger is laid across my lips.. “Shhhhhh” he says and then leans in and kisses along my jaw and up to my ear, nipping the lobe and I gasp.. All thoughts flew right out of my head as I felt his lips kissing the side of my neck and taking little nips along the way.. A shiver coursed through my body and a sigh escaped my lips. I heard a deep soft chuckle from him and then a hand wander up my thigh. I tried to edge away but his body had me held firmly against the wall and his other hand held my face turned a bit so that he could ply those lips to my neck… the hand rose lazily up my thigh until fingers encountered my soaking wet panties.  He pulled back a bit and I could feel his hand pulling my panties down my thighs working them until he suddenly stepped back a bit and lifted my foot to pull my panties off and then nudged my other foot until it too rose and he removed them from my legs. Standing there looking at him he rose and again pressed his body against me and taking his hands he held my head as his lips descended to mine and he laid siege to my mouth, for this was no mere kiss but a battle of tongues and his conquered the soft depths of my mouth. A moan worked its way up my throat to be swallowed in his kiss. Again I felt a warm hand working its way up my thigh and this time I tried to keep my thighs tightly together when he pulled away from me a bit and looked into my eyes, then a slow wicked grin passed over his lips and his leg nudged my feet apart  and then I felt his thigh between mine. The hand was now at the juncture of my thighs and my breath stopped, I watched his eyes and then I felt his fingers work their way closer to my pussy… suddenly an awareness creeps into my consciousness of what is going on and where I am.. I tense and a fleeting anxiety flows through me.. He leans in and whispers in my ear.. “go with it my beauty… just feel…”  Closing my eyes as his fingers slide inside the lips of my pussy a soft groan escapes my lips and then he kisses me again.  As he slides two fingers deep inside me a shudder shakes me and my breathing increases.. As he strokes his fingers inside me deeper my pelvis arches up and a feeling unfurls inside me and my head rolls to one side. He leans in and in that dark voice.. “let go my beauty, let go”.. and as the words work their way into the passionate fog in  my brain, he bites my neck and plunges his fingers deep inside me.. I clench around those fingers and his other hand grabs my face and just as I start to cry out in orgasm his lips cover mine swallowing the sounds coming from my throat.. His plunging fingers didn’t stop but took me over the edge once more and I came harder than the first time, riding his hand to the peak of desire and crying out into his mouth..  His fingers stilled, though they were still inside me… trying to gather my wits and thoughts that were scattered, I licked my lips and again he put his finger over my lips and said “shhhhh”.. as I worked to get my breathing under some semblance of control I felt him pull his fingers from between my thighs and  then a rustle of clothing and he was wiping my juices with a piece of cloth.. I don’t know how my legs were holding me up except that he still had me pressed against the wall… He leaned into me and ran the back of his hand along my cheek and I heard that dark voice once again .. “the pleasure was mine”.. and with that he pulled away from me and walked down the darkened hallway and through the archway.  I stood there for I don’t know how long trying to gather myself when I suddenly noticed that there was a piece of cloth in my hand.   I straighten myself as best as I could and noticed that my panties were missing.. A small smile creeps across my lips and a soft laugh escapes me.  I make my way down the hallway and through the arch and back to my booth.. I look down in my hand and see a handkerchief and smile..

Is there room?

Is there room in your life for me…you’re so busy, you rarely talk to me. I remember your voice, not so much by the tone but how it made me feel.  I’m not a possession though at times I feel as though I were one.  My heart beats and  my blood flows through my body… My heart quickens when you but look my way. I see by your expression that you are somewhere else and yet my heart responds. Its beat quickens in response to the lustful thoughts springing into my mind…My blood flows through my body and becomes thicker and slows when you lick your lips, sip your coffee, pull on your cigarette… My mind whirls with all kinds of erotic venues even as I know I must wait… My senses yearn for your touch as brief as it may be.  The way you use to touch me lingering over those places that made me tremble. The look in your eye made me know that no one else existed in your life but me.  My place always felt secure and cherished but its been a long time since that feeling was true and not a shadow of a memory.. I wish I knew if there was still room for me.

Speed

Speed…what was it about speed that thrilled.  The feel of the accelerator responding underneath you. Such a sexual component to the rush of the speed.  I feel a freedom that comes only when accelerating across the desert.  Shifting gears, slowing to maneuver between others. Feeding the accelerator, waiting for the response that I know will give me what I desire. The feel of speed is a caress like that of a lover. The pause when deciding to downshift, like when he pauses before he responds to my moaning.  The breeze blowing across my skin as I fly through the night, the throb of the engine responding to my every demand.  The lights flashing by such a gentle kiss to my senses and then grabbing another gear, thrusting me into the night.  A sigh escapes my lips for such is the desire that I feel when driving. The darkness is the kiss of my lover, beckoning  me to come nearer.  Slowing for a curve as when a lover pauses over me, waiting for my response, the deceleration causes a clenching deep inside me. Then my lover strums my senses once more and speed seduces me into its embrace again. Like  passion’s dance the ebb and flow of slowing down and speeding up, culminating in a sigh of release as we once more speed across the night. Feeling the exhilaration of flying by others, my lover holding me close as the speed responds to my delicate touch on the accelerator, like trailing my fingers over my lover‘s body.  Speed pulls me on ever closer to the edge, my passion deepens and deep inside I clench and feel moisture pool low between my thighs.  The steady climb of the speedometer pulses between my legs and then I feel the lapping of  ecstasy that can only be delivered in the midnight rush across the desert. Biting my lip a moan escapes me and a shudder courses through me followed by that rhapsodic  thrill that speed delivers. Sweat beads up on my upper lip and I let my foot lift off of the accelerator and slow down incrementally adjusting my breathing with the reduced speed until once more my control is absolute. Decelerating, I pull over on the shoulder of the road and shut off the motor. A deep feeling of satisfaction fills me and I lean back in my seat and sigh.