Gracie\'s Playground

Pain
Monday April 08th 2013, 10:58 am
Filed under: Fleshbot,Masochist,Sex

pullIt’s a battleground in my mind with words, sadism and masochism causing a seductive maelstrom. It’s an addiction that never ends well but well worth the trip down the rabbit hole.

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He’s not sadistic but he knows I need pain. It’s a contradiction for him. I don’t demand these acts from him because you can’t force someone to entertain a kink they are not in to. We kiss and it’s urgent, his tongue invading my mouth and me sucking every bit he can give me. My hand grabs at his head; I’m eager and push crashing his tooth into my bottom lip. I feel the tender pain and instant swelling. When he pulls away, I tongue at the wound and my cunt aches. I fail to tell him how sore I am from a sports massage because I don’t want him to handle me any differently.

I need to feel.

His mouth finds my nipple and I let out a low growl of a moan. My body writhes at the pleasure as my thigh rubs against the hard on hidden in his jeans and I feel teeth closing in. I hiss at the pain and I feel his cock swell. He’s not responding to the fact that he just bit me, he’s responding to my reaction. I used to confuse this response thinking I had turned him into the monster I wanted.

My cunt has been throbbing all day. There’s been a constant pain centered deep within. This happens when my mind is lost to words and thoughts that make vivid imagery haunting my psyche. It’s rather overwhelming and I keep indulging in this sin:

Another sip.

Another peek.

Another sigh.

I close my eyes while his hand travels down my stomach. The anticipation of his penetration sends me almost frantic as he parts my thighs. The silkiness of my cunt and that little gasp he makes at the first touch, “So soft, so smooth”. I wait with every nerve ending between my legs vibrating like a live wire. The fingers test the dampness and I’m a shameless slut; I’m drenched with thick and slick wetness. He notices, pushes a finger around and teases my ass. He could have easily taken it if he wanted. I push against his digits and I’m no longer in control of my actions my body has taken over being overly fervent and desperate.

I want to come.

I want to come.

I. Want. To. Come.

A finger slips so effortlessly inside, curls and rubs. My back arcs, my hands grab at him, at the sheets, at the cold iron bar on the headboard. My cunt floods his hand, my thighs, the panties, the sheets and the mattress. The orgasms come wave after wave and every bit of fluid in me is surging out of me like an unlocked dam. It’s more than usual and it’s all connected to that organ that sits inside my dark skull.

The moment the fury has subsided, “Fuck me,” blurts from my lips. It’s a call to action as my panties are tugged off; me turned over with my head buried in pillows and my ass high in the air. He is pushing off his clothes as fast as he can, positioning himself behind me with his hands on my hips. His cock prods at my slick cunt and it pushes but it catches, the angle could be wrong. When his hand leaves my flesh to adjust, my right hand catches him by the wrist and holds him tight.

I want to feel the pain.

I want to feel this.

I fucking need this.

I push back against him and his cock forces its way inside me. I let out a groan and let go of his wrist. He pounds into me hitting my cervix and I cry out filling his room with partial words and gibberish. My muscles scream with agony as tiny stabs warm my joints. His cock is swelling inside me, as his body gets rigid. I can feel the build growing in me with this rhythmic rubbing on my g-spot and body starts to vibrate.

“Come for me,” he pants.

Hearing him is all it takes. It’s a trigger that shoots from my ears straight to my cunt.

“Come with me,” he forces out.

We both seize at the same time. He pumps and I milk his cock. I love the way his fingers dig into my flesh when he holds on to me. I want his nails to dig and break the skin. My cunt pushes him out and we fall to the bed. When the panting subsides, the heart rate calms and the shaking stops; I can feel my body aching. Everything is tender to the touch as his hand glides around my back.

Later I find little bruises on the various areas the woman tenderized. I press into them and let out a sigh. The tension continues to build in my mind and it’s starting to weigh me down.

Note: Each post usually is tied to some song I’m playing over and over. This post is associated to Regina Spector’s Hero

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19 Comments so far
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Mercy, mercy, Miss Gracie. Those lovely little bruises. Tender mementos. I loved this.

Comment by Remittance Girl 04.08.13 @ 12:16 pm

This post reminds me of my saturday night. I love it.

Comment by Cubana 04.08.13 @ 1:39 pm

RG, Thank you. I’m still poking at sore spots. I obtained a new hideous bruise from my car yesterday. Sometimes I shouldn’t leave the house.

Comment by Dark Gracie ® 04.08.13 @ 2:21 pm

Cubana, Thank you. Glad I wasn’t the only one up to no good Saturday.

Comment by Dark Gracie ® 04.08.13 @ 2:21 pm

Gracie,

Lovely writing…

Comment by TFP 04.08.13 @ 3:34 pm

TFP, thank you very much.

Comment by Dark Gracie ® 04.08.13 @ 4:14 pm

Stunning writing, the urgency, the feeling and need for pain, it’s all there.

Comment by Thomas 04.08.13 @ 5:22 pm

Thomas, thank you very much. I am glad to have conveyed it properly.

Comment by Dark Gracie ® 04.08.13 @ 5:28 pm

Such wonderful words… Admire the details of the writing…

Comment by SweetPea 04.12.13 @ 4:49 am

SweetPea, thank you very much. I am trying to be better with details. Sometimes my posts can be very short depending on what I am focusing on.

Comment by Dark Gracie ® 04.12.13 @ 10:27 am

I’ve nominated you for the Blogger I’d Like to Fuck Award ;-)
http://perverticallyvirtuous.wordpress.com/2013/04/14/blogger-id-like-to-fuck/

Comment by Z 04.14.13 @ 2:38 pm

All right. Shameless sluts need relief too. Deliciously detailed.

Comment by X 04.17.13 @ 2:31 am

brilliant!

Comment by Mina Lamieux 04.29.13 @ 6:53 am

Mina, Thank you.

Comment by Dark Gracie ® 04.30.13 @ 9:02 am

You can feel her urgency in you words, words that also laid a very erotic visual trail…

Comment by 1ManView 05.05.13 @ 7:30 am

1ManView, thank you and thank you for stopping by to leave a comment.

Comment by Dark Gracie ® 05.07.13 @ 5:05 pm

X, Relief is key and you got that right, shameless. Thank you.

Comment by Dark Gracie ® 05.10.13 @ 9:42 am

What superb detail! A joy to read. Bruises certainly can be tender mementos! ;-)

Comment by Lizzy 06.12.13 @ 9:10 am

Lizzy, thank you very much for the comment.

Comment by Dark Gracie ® 06.12.13 @ 9:44 am


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