Tuesday, January 22, 2013

My Pet.

My pet.

His hands. God those hands. Just the thought is making me tingly all over. I know what those hands can do. I've felt the power behind those long piano fingers; I've felt the warmth of his palms against my sex. So needless to say; I like his hands.

His mouth. Mm his yummy mouth. The taste drives me wild. The way he kisses me, so fully, so passionately. How could I not enjoy it? So much more so when it’s sucking at my nipples or licking me it very personal places.

His eyes. His smothering eyes. I all but melt under the look he gives me when he’s pleasuring me. Looking up at me from under his lashes, a knowing look. He knows how he affects me and he loves every second of it. Such blunt lust! Oh my! I could fall into those eyes.

His chest. Oh it’s just lovely! How I love to bite and play. His chest is perfect for me to lick and nip at. Such a marvelous expanse of skin, all too soon to be covered in my marks.

And best of all. His dick. I’m moaning at the thought! Oh how he fills me! I can feel him hit the back of me time and time again. It’s simply amazing.

Oh how I love my puppy. 

Just me putting some thoughts on paper....

Thursday, January 17, 2013

18 Steps to Writing.

Step One: Decide you’re going to write a story.

Step Two: Decide it’s going to be brilliant. Imagine the response of your [teacher, classmates, reading group, agent] and how it will completely change the way they look at you.

Step Three: Open up Microsoft Word.

Step Four: Stare at the blank white screen stretching on into infinity until your eyes begin to burn and your brain hurts from the sheer emptiness of it all.

Step Five: Check your e-mail. If writing a novel, research agents for a couple of hours.

Step Six: Stare at the blank Word document again.

Step Seven: Realize you need music. Spend the next hour finding the perfect “mood” music for what you want to write.

Step Eight: Inspired by [insert perfect music here], click back over to Word document.

Step Nine: Change Facebook status to: [Your name here] is WRITING!!! Realize you aren’t on Twitter, and that anyone who is anyone is networking/wasting time on Twitter. Sign up for an account and spend the next two hours figuring out how it works and what the crap # means.

Step Ten: Stare at blank Word document. Decide you need a title. Brainstorm for the next hour.

Step Eleven: Come up with a GENIUS title. Proudly type “The Scent of Green Papayas” at the top of the document, followed by your name. Happily consider how easily a story will come now that you have such an amazing, literary title.

Step Twelve: Take a four-hour break for snacks and naptime.

Step Thirteen: Refreshed, sit down and toy around with pen names for a while.

Step Fourteen: Realize to your horror that your genius title is actually the name of a Vietnamese foreign film you saw seven years ago.

Step Fifteen: Erase the title, pressing Backspace much harder than necessary.

Step Sixteen: Stare at the blank Word document until your eyes bleed.

Step Seventeen: Check Facebook. See that fourteen people have commented on your status, asking what you are writing. Feel both guilty and annoyed.

Step Eighteen: Slam your laptop shut and go to the movies. Tomorrow’s a better day for writing, anyhow.

See? You never knew writing was so easy!

( Sadly i cannot take credit for this. But none the less i wanted to share it with you all. Its far to true...)

Friday, January 4, 2013

Personal Slave

He leads me into what I presume to be an old garage. I try and fight but with the way he jerks my arm he made it clear that, that wasn’t an option at this point. Spiting curses at him he throws me hard against the concrete floor. “Shut up!” He orders with a level tone of authority. Without thinking about it I do as he says. Looking up at him he grins down evilly at me. The last place I wanna be I think to myself is in that man’s head.

“Stand up.”

“No.” Fight me, Fight me, fight me… I whisper to myself too quiet for him to possibly hear. Yet he reached down to me, looking as if he was giving me a hand up. Then suddenly he grabbed my wrist bending it at such an angle that I had no choice to rise to my feet. It was either that or suffer a broken wrist. When I finally was where he wanted me, he raised his hand to my face. Where I instinctually flinch away, preparing myself to be hit.

Instead gently he caresses my check as if it was made of the finest silk. He leans in close to me, lips brushing my skin as he bends down to my ear.

“When I say to do something, you do it? Got it? There is no such thing as defense here. And if you even think about not listening, then I’ll make you hurt. Hurt so bad you’ll be crying for days.” With that he wove his fingers threw my hair so tightly that I couldn’t move my head. Yanking he slammed me up against a wall, kissing me furiously. If you could call it kissing, it was more like a war of teeth and tongues. Two mouths fighting for dominance.
Quickly a hand flies up grabbing on to my breast. Running his thumb over my nipple I moan into his mouth, and then gasp from him pinching and pulling. Such a rush of sensations! Pain and pleasure. Hate and love.
As abruptly as the kiss started it ended. Grabbing ahold of one of my arms he spins me around, my arm now pinned behind my back. Pressed tightly against him I feel his boner push against my ass. Smiling as he whispers all the naughty things he’s going do to me in my ear, I struggle to free from his grip.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, now what did I tell you about fighting?” He murmurs biting my ear seductively. I scoff at him and spit at his feet, not even needing to say something.  He shoves me face first in to the wall, putting his knee between my legs. Trapped.  “You lil’ bitch! You think you can just do whatever you want, no respect once so ever. Well we’ll change that tonight. By the end you’ll be begging me; you’ll be my pet to do with as I wish.”  One head weaved its way into my golden brown hair, while the other was slowly slipping down the front of my jeans. I tensed preparing myself. He wormed his way into my panties, and just that little brush of his hot skin against my most sensitive parts sent chills up and down my spine.

Then suddenly that little shiver became a lot more when he quickly shoved a finger in me, pushing it in as far as it could go. It was as if he was trying to reach the back of me and even though I bit my lip a moan of pleasure still escaped. “Now lookie here… She’s all wet; I guess you really do like it rough.  That’s ok sweetheart because I haven’t even begin being rough.” The hand still in my hair yanks my head back, curving my back just right so he can get even deeper inside me. My mouth is no longer connected to my brain, or at least that what I tell myself when the moans and whimpers start to tumble out. Relentlessly he pleasures me, reaching in and bending his fingers down to hit my sweet spot; over and over again.

When he yanks my head again, this time pulling back even farther to the point where he pulls me off balance. I tumble to the ground, falling hard at his feet. “On your knees.” He commands. Reaching into his back pocket he pulls out something metal and shiny. It glints in the bad lighting of the garage. As he bends down to me I realize that their actually handcuffs. 

My breath quickens when one encases my wrist then is weaved around an old exposed pipe to connect with the other wrist. Unable to rise from my knees or move my hands, I can’t tell if I’m scared or turned on.  I close my eyes tightly, trying to calm my breathing. Focusing I try to make my heart leave my throat for its preferred place in my chest.

I can hear to sound of a zipper being undone, and I made the mistake of looking. “Oooh the lil’ slut knows that sound well, now don’t you? Well that must mean you know what to do as well, so I won’t accept any slacking off. If I don’t finish in the next ten minutes then you’ll be punished. Understand?” I nod afraid to open my mouth, even though I knew it was pointless to try and escape my fate.

Once again his hands knot in my long hair, shoving his dick into my face. He expects me to shallow all of this?! Even scared as I was of him now, I knew I didn’t want to find out what my punishment might be so for the sake of self-preservation – at least that’s what I told myself- I took him into my mouth. I began to lick and suck and just about anything I could think of to speed the process along.

Got to admit that it was hard to keep control of the situation without the use of hands not only could I not control the speed, but it was hard to keep him from scraping against my teeth. Plus every time I did do something he didn’t like I was rewarded with him pushing my head as hard as he could against his body, forcing me to deep throat him. 

Looking at his watch he tells me I only have four minutes left. Shit, shit, shit…  Speeding up, I try the best I can. Doing whatever I can think of, but it wasn’t enough.  At the end of my time he yanked my head off and glared at me. “You failure for a cunt. If can’t pleasure me in ten minutes now then I’ll just have to keep you and train you in tell you can.”

“No please, I’ll do better. Just give me another chance. Please.”

“I gave you your chance. Now you get your punishment. Until you make me finish in ten minutes you will be my personal slut, my sex slave. What do you think about that?” An evil grin spread across his face. Instead of telling him where I think he should shove his little sex slave idea, I wisely kept my mouth shut.

“We’ll try again later.” He said as he bent down to undo the cuffs that held me in place. The moment that they fell to the ground I shot up and took off running to the nearest door.  Trying to open it proved fruitless, even more so when the sound of men’s footsteps echoed behind me, steadily getting closer.  No, no, no… Come on, come on… Open will ya! At this point I’m hitting and kicking the door, but the door stood solid without fail.

Pressing my back to the door, trying with all my might to sink into the woodwork I watch as he gets closer. Step by step my doom encased me. Then the world went black. Darkness descended on my mind.  


To be cont.?