i want to share with you two emails: the first being from H and my response to him. honestly i couldn’t keep this to myself and after reading what he wrote and what i wrote, i feel i am no match for his words. i almost feel inept. i want to give him that bit of speechlessness that he gives to me in return.

H wrote:

“How soon is now..?” she asked me and my mind began a slow lope and then into full sprint as my eyes pierced hers and down into her soul. The beast inside has come awake to the sight of her raven hair and her nails pressing into my back, slowly digging up and down with the slightest quiver. Her leg is thrown over mine and I can feel the heat of love warming my thigh, a blood red clutch of petals growing warm and radiant.

Her simple question fills the room and hovers around us, slipping in and out of the sheets, swishing through the dark curtains, brushing the candle fire, and then stopping between us for its release.

There is no reason to speak again. We know this as our eyes connect as two seers piercing down into the magma of each others core. The exchange has begun and the electric heat is now rising up from the soles of our feet that have found each others touch to the top of our heads, releasing the elemental fires of our passion

My mind races back to last night, the journey, the long run after the hunt. The branches tearing into my sides as I ran headlong into the darkness of the valley. Eyes are steady and on fire and the red light leads my way between the trees and the sting of thorns as they reach out to the dark blur racing past them. My bared teeth inhale the cool night air and furiously pump steam back into the forest through my flaring nostrils as I race home… back to the dark angel asleep in my lair.

She examines my forearm and sees the scratches, the marks, the dried splatter of an others blood and fury… and she is pleased, like always, that I have fed in a wild frenzy, without remorse, guilt, or compassion… Isn’t this how we always meet, time after time, again and again, for eternity, beyond the confines of time and space? We are aware that this is the dark dance of passion that we are intertwined… never to escape, never wanting to escape, never needing the answer to it all…

my response:

you have tongue tied me in such a way i can’t even convey to you the smile and warmth i have from reading what you wrote. just reading that leads me to believe you really do understand how i think and you actually “get” me. i am truly speechless and i read it slowly a second time thinking i could properly respond to you. instead i want to put in on my blog and share it with the others.

i used to be in a much darker place and used to write a lot of “poetry” and i hate using that word. but, in my writings i talked about being in this dark place and daring others to come down there to try to walk with me. down there i was completely in control and it was my feeding ground that was all mine. yet, the darkness was always unknown and that was the beauty of the journey. lurking about dark corners and getting lost in off beaten paths.

interacting with you is quite different. we go through our “busy” spells and the minute i hear from you i light up and it is as if there was no time between us. it is quite an amazing thing. i always thought that when two people did not interact on a somewhat frequent basis that one or the other would lose interest. not in our case, or at least from what i can tell.

it is quite remarkable.

unspoken words, glares, touches, stares, breathing and heat speaks volumes between us. give me the beast and i promise not to tame it. i would lick the blood that dried on your wild flesh, kiss the scrapes, scratches and bite marks of nature and your victims. i want to make fresh wounds on your skin, not wounds of a prey but wounds of lust, want, absolute need. i want to give what you can take from me and force from me. it is a fight but it is our kind of fight.

he was a beast hovering over me, sweat covering his forehead and saliva dripping from his mouth. we were snarling at each other and my nails were digging into his back. he bared his teeth breathing through them letting his spit spray. he yanked me up into his face and starred into my eyes, “you are so beautiful i want to tear you apart.” my mouth dropped open as his words sunk in and he thew me down against the floor. i was completely lost as he demanded all of me, my body, my mind and my soul. the evening had taken so many turns and i had no idea where this was going to end.

“i wanna take you, make you, rape you.”

instinct in me started to put up a fight with him. my arms wailed out before me as i punched and slapped at his face and back. the look on his face was of pure amusement as my legs tried to kick and push him away. he even let me sit upright just to effortlessly push me on to my back. when he had enough of his prey putting up a fight, he pinned my arms above my head. he slapped my face and wrapped his large hand around my throat. i was gasping, growling and squirming trying to find some escape from his grasp. i didn’t want to cave in and i didn’t want to submit, yet i wanted him. i wanted this beast to fuck me, i wanted him to take me…make me…rape me.

he slithered down my body enveloping my cunt with his mouth. i sucked in the hot air around me and two of his fingers pushed into my ass. i let out a grunt as he finger fucked my ass as i came in his mouth. he pulled away, grabbed my leg and swung on to my stomach yanking my ass into the air. his cock forced its way inside of me taking me as my head was buried into the carpet. my knees burned into the fibers and he marked me viciously with grunts and spit up my back. his short nails pressed into my flesh and i slammed back against him as he pulled away. my fingers clawed the ground and the both of us filled the room with noises and heat. it was primal, it was angry, it was painful and it was pure bliss.

my back was his territorial marking canvas as he continued spraying his saliva on me. every time he snarled my body quivered, my throat stormed violently with groaning that quickly became hoarse as it burned to make a noise. i plowed into him with intent to accept his seed as he let out a roar ramming into me with all the force that stewed within him. i collapsed into the ground limp panting rapidly as if life had escaped through my mouth and i was reeling it back inside me. he fell beside me on the ground with his mouth open and chest heaving. we both starred into each other’s eyes not saying a word. the room flickered, the air was filled of sex, sweat and cum.

“i…love…you…” fell out of his mouth.

i smiled and answered with a breathless, “i love you.”

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as the rain fell on our roof he woke up at the usual time which was two hours before me. when he leaves me every morning he gives me a kiss and tells me he loves me. i always respond with a half awake, “i love you”. at times he has to tell me twice because i cannot break my unconsciousness.

this morning he leaned in to kiss me and instead he moved the blanket down revealing my warm motionless flesh. he shifted me on my back and cupped my breasts. he was gentle and careful as one hand slide down my leg and parted my legs. he pushed the fabric covering my cunt to the side and my eyes half opened as i caught him gazing at my bare skin. he looked mesmerized as if it were the first time he saw me and i felt shy to him.

he grabbed my panties on both sides at the hips and slide the red flimsy material down my legs. further he pushed my legs open, bent down and his tongue met my clit. my lips split open and faintly sucked in the air. his lick was delicate and i only shifted slightly at the sleepy arousal. the wetness started to seep out and he slipped my new toy inside of me with the vibrator on. i let out the faintest of noises feeling the soft vibrations inside my sex. he pulled the blanket back over me gave one last glance at me and left for work.

the toy slowly slid out of me and i grabbed it and put it on the nightstand. a slight grin formed on my tired face and i fell back asleep.

later that evening…

“i thought about your pussy all day long.”

i quietly smile.

“thinking about it made my dick hard.”

another grin.

Warning: this is a Deviant Dreams post. read at your own risk.

“I was also thinking about you standing over me, one heel on each of my inner wrists, crucifying me, denying my pulse, making the blood drain from my body. Standing over my face, hovering, rubbing your cunt and getting off on my exasperation and pain. Masturbating for me when I can’t enjoy it happening. Loving my frustration.”

T wrote that to me when i shared with him a website that had various sculpted high heels. i did not realize the images would spark such a desire in him.

i can see what he describes. i have on shiny steel pointed shoes that rest beneath the heel of my foot ready to pierce. T laying naked with his arms splaying just enough for me. it is sac religious and that doesn’t make me flinch one bit. i haven’t said a word to him and already he is fully erect ready to burst. that is what enrages me the most, his eagerness for his erections and his sense of pride to have them. i would rather scare him flaccid and that would turn me on more.

i want 100% control and power over him. i want to decide whether he lives or dies.

standing over him and looking down through his eyes. he knows what i am going to do but that doesn’t stop the blood racing to his cock. i stand on my toes as the heels raise gleaming against the light. i step into place with the sharp points over each wrist. i can’t see his chest rise and fall nervously. i keep starring into his eyes. i want his fear, his nerves and his life. i know very well i am not the holder of these things. but i will take his life from him.

the points close down pressing into his delicate skin. he probably prefers one quick jab piercing through his wrists but that is not what i am going to give him. the skin dimples trying to give to the push of the point. a little more i press down and his face scrunches up as he winces through his teeth.

“still want this?”

“yes.”

“that is the last time i will ask you. there is no safe word tonight.”

“i know.”

my calves burn as i regulate the pressure of heels into his flesh. a little more and they pierce the taunt skin. his eyes squint in pain as the crimson red pools over his milky white flesh. my hand slithers between my legs. T has a clear view of my naked cunt. but his eyes are focused on mine. my eyes twitch a little as i stimulate my clit. i start to snarl as i peak. once my orgasm hits i slam completely through his flesh. the top half of his body jerks upward at the quickened intensity of pain. his face is twisted into utter shock and his lungs expelling screams of torment.

the blood starts to pool around his naked flesh. his body falls back to the floor. i stare into his eyes as his body starts to calm with random sputters. his eyes start to look blank and his skin pale. watching the life escape his body makes the act surreal.

by Placebo:

I wanna be much more like you
Your effortlessly graceful scene
That drips from every pore of you
Where logic cannot intervene
I wanna take a bath with you
And wash the chaos from my skin
I wanna fall in love with you
So how do we begin ?

I wanna be a girl like you
The way you swing your hips in jeans
I wanna wear my face like you
Shiseido MAC and Maybelline
I wanna paint the town with you
And tickle you until you scream
I wanna fall in love with you

I wanna say I do
I wanna say I do
I wanna say I do
I wanna say I do
I wanna say I do

I wanna be much more like you
The way your smile lights up the room
I’ll kick back as men flirt with you
To jealousy I’ll stay immune
This confidence in me and you
This hope that you and I will bloom
I wanna fall in love with you

I wanna say I do
I wanna say I do
I wanna say I do
I wanna say I do
I wanna say I do

The question is do you ?

as i walked to the bathroom i stripped my clothes in the hallway. i had the intention of shaving yet i had a toy in my hand as i walked in.

i turned on the water and sat at the edge of the tub. i spread my legs open wide and felt my slick wetness with my fingertips. i pushed my toy inside of me and turned it on as it vibrated against my g-spot. i jammed it in and out of me almost cramping my forearm. my mouth gaped open sucking in air as if life was escaping my insides. i felt myself clench as i came around my frantic toy fucking me. i almost bucked off the edge of tub as i felt myself gush around my toy and hand. i slowly pulled it out as i caught my breath. i licked the toy and pushed in the water as i shaved my cunt all smooth again. i couldn’t help but touch my sensitive clit as i ran the razor over the soapy flesh.

that is not the end of it. afterwards, i laid my damp skin on a towel and watched porn till i was drawn to come again. two fantastic and loud orgasms later with a soaked towel beneath me i was ready to pass out.