Gracie\'s Playground

The Villain
Thursday October 04th 2012, 12:01 am
Filed under: Fleshbot,Sex

I have chewed on this encounter for weeks now. I wasn’t even sure I really wanted to write about him either. Yet, I need to write it out to some degree for therapy’s sake.

The last time I really was with an alpha male was about 6 years ago and from that particular relationship spawned the “Dark Gracie” you see today. I don’t regret this particular phase in my life because I want to live my life. With that living came grave consequences and sometimes remarkable memories.

I don’t even want to name this man because I don’t know if I really will see him again. How I met him is another story that I’d rather not get in to either. Please note as you read the graphic nature of this encounter that I did properly prepare myself for the acts that follow.

Let’s just skip to the moment I knocked on his hotel room door…

I am no stranger to knocking on hotel room doors as I have done it before and more than once. I wasn’t nervous either because I knew what I was going to do. I was planning on fucking him without even having a drink or a talk.

The door inches open as I am waiting out there for several seconds and it seems longer. I always wonder if they are peaking out me through the peephole but it doesn’t matter because he knows what I look like. I see his face fill the space of the opening door, he gives me a smirk of a grin like the Big Bad Wolf would give and I smile with half innocence and half knowing I am the prey.

I walk through the door, “Someone on your floor is smoking weed.” I tell him as I drop my bag by the wall.

“Oh?” he replies shutting and locking the door.

“Yeah, it reeked when I got off the elevator. Someone is having a good time.” I turn around and look at the room. The bed is soft and white, one lamp on, the sheer curtains are drawn but you can see out and certainly one could see in.

“You’re cute,” he tells me circling around me like a predator and in a split second we are kissing and his hands are all over me.

I melt into him.

I’ve done this before.

It’s all too familiar.

I feel a sense of calm before the storm as I am on my tippy toes in my platform flip-flops trying to reach him. This is too much like 6 years ago and my jeans and panties slide effortlessly from my hips and he pushes me back on the bed. He towers over me devouring my mouth and I sink into the bed. I feel so small under him, he moves to turn off the light and in those few seconds his clothes are gone. He pulls me up to remove my shirt and bra.

“It is best to have all your clothes off,” he whispers and I agree with him as he finishes undressing me.

He moves me more towards the center of the bed and I am nervous at this moment. This is real and it’s happening now. His cock enters me, I grip his back and he chuckles a little.

“I want to fuck your ass,” he tells me as he is fucking my cunt. I am hesitant over this and before I can really object his fingers are fingering my ass. You don’t tell him no because he will find that as a challenge and win. I’m so wet that my ass is drenched, his cock pulls and pushes against my ass. He has done this before and he is slow with his entrance. In the darkness of the room I can see him staring at me as he eases his cock inside my ass and his cock is big.

When he is fucking my ass slowly he asks me, “Do you normally let strange men fuck your ass within five minutes?”

“No,” I moan.

He pins my arms to the bed as he fucks my ass harder. “Yeah, you sure about that?” He inquires further.

“No,” I moan again.

“I’m going to come in your ass,” he tells me. He doesn’t ask, he tells me.

“No,” I say.

“Yes,” he demands back.

“No, “ I try to be convincing. It’s not convincing.

His cock slides out and forces back into my cunt. He grunts and chuckles again. I feel completely powerless and helpless. His body starts to shudder and I can feel his cock filling every bit of my cunt. He grunts and groans as he comes inside me and I lay there panting and sweaty. I stare out the window looking at the city lights. He gets up to use the bathroom and at the moment I felt I have completely given in to this man that I hardly know.

This began our 12 long hours together and it entailed everything that I had needed for months now, maybe years.

He’s no super hero. He’s no good guy but a villain to me. I can’t even name him properly because I know in the end this will be the demise of me. For now I am safe while he is a world away but he will come back for me… this villain.

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Genesis of a deviant…

Comment by X 10.04.12 @ 2:27 am

X, something like that or the prolonging of a deviant.

Comment by Dark Gracie ® 10.05.12 @ 9:23 am

A filthy and mysterious post. Interesting to read since I have known you 6 years ago …

Comment by Mina Lamieux 10.05.12 @ 7:24 am

Mina, this post was in fact very hard to write. It took me weeks to digest what happened but then to the point where it’s now a fading memory. I kept so much out and everyone that knows me, knows this. We have known each other a long time but back then I didn’t share that much either when I was going through my darker times. It was a bunch of poetic posts with cryptic messages. What made this experience even harder was actually signing up for linkedin and guess who was recommended to me? The guy from 6 years ago and that rehashed a lot of pain for me. So, it has been a bumpy ride these past few weeks. Life IS a beautiful struggle… especially when pinned down by a man.

Comment by Dark Gracie ® 10.05.12 @ 9:27 am

12 hours of prolonging sounds like … villainy.

Comment by X 10.07.12 @ 10:27 pm

X, Yes. It was.

Comment by Dark Gracie ® 10.10.12 @ 9:12 pm

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