This writing life

 Writing life
 By Benjamin McQueen


 1.
 Remember when you whipped me as I laid prone across the altar at the
 Cathedral?

 Remember when you teased me with one finger, just one damn finger, on the
 hill that overlooked the town?

 Remember when we came so hard that the sweat dripped from us for an hour
 and we had to sleep exhausted in the back room of the club.

 Do you remember anything Tim?

 Julie sat gazing out of the window and wondered if her husband ever thought
 about the old days. The sound of him hitting the keys on the keyboard
 drummed away. Outside the wind blew at the falling leaves, it looked cold
 out there. Her knees were pulled tight to her chest as if bracing herself
 for the long winter to come.
 Her reflection jagged across the glass, dancing a melancholic performance
 which she tried to ignore. She knew she was growing old, fifty four wasn't
 an age she particularly wanted to be but it was her. For sure she could
 hold onto the images of youth forever but the truth was always waiting for
 her whenever she looked in the mirror.
 She turned away from the cracks in her skin and the thinning of her hair
 and allowed the sound of Tim's flowing typing to cocoon her. The sound had
 become so instrumental in their lives, it was the theme tune, the rhythm so
 entwined in their matter that it was as common to her as birds singing or
 rain falling.

 'Here how does this sound?' Tim asked sometime later as she broke from the
 pitying trance. He was still a very attractive man, for him the passing of
 time had proved beneficial. As he began to speak his voice crackled with
 the boyish excitement she knew all too well. He sprung back from the desk
 and rested his arms behind his head, she could tell he was pleased with
 what he had written.

 The girl pulled her limp frame from the floor and stared deep into the eyes
 of this mysterious man. Her legs, thin silly wires, dangled below her,
 barely strong enough to hold her up. He reached across and took hold of her
 hair.  This girl was everything he desired she was the fresh challenge he
 was searching for.
 'I'm very happy with you today girl'

 With one strong movement he reached out and took a fist of her hair,
 dragging it into a taut pony tail. Her face exploded with fear and
 trepidation.
 'I'm going to have to push you further this time'
 His voice stern and abrupt ushered her across the room to the waiting bed.
 'Lay down on your back'
 He ordered, guiding her timid shell like body into the perfect position
 with her head hanging from the edge. He stood back and watched her as she
 lay down looking back up at him.
 'Open your mouth'
 Her hair flowed down the edge of the bed, the copper red strands escaping
 to the floor. He moved forward stroking his growing hardness and with one
 hand he stroked her trembling face.
 'Make sure you keep it as wide as possible'
 The sound of her gasps only fueled the desire as he forced himself into her
 mouth. The need was upon him, here was his girl willing to let him be as he
 wanted and he wanted to push it as far as he could.
 He thrust hard, picturing himself slipping so far down her throat that she
 could no longer breath. He thrust firmly, wanting to cum so hard that she
 wouldn't get a chance to taste it. To fill her throat with all of himself,
 to leave a mark so indelible that she would remember forever.

 He spun round in his chair to face her.
 'Well?' He asked obviously giddied by his own work.
 There was a long pause.
 'Are you writing about her again?' Julie asked already knowing the answer
 to follow.
 'Hey?'
 'The girl, are you writing about the girl with the copper red hair again?'
 The pause had left an air of mistrust between them.
 'Of course' he replied without hesitation.
 Julie squirmed uncomfortably. This was the third book with this new heroin.
 Lowering her legs she looked around the room, all around them the shelves
 sat full with the hundreds of titles that they had written. Twenty years
 they had been at it. It had made them rich and famous but now it wasn't the
 same. To begin with they had written about themselves, they wanted to
 document their life as dominant and submissive but lately there had been a
 change.
 Tim had started writing alone, before she had seen their work almost as
 extended foreplay. It was true he still wrote in the front room, he even
 still did it in front of her, like today, but it just wasn't the same. He
 no longer talked to her about it, he would read it out loud as much as just
 to show off then to actually gain her opinion.
 The were known as the first couple of D/s erotica, the pin ups from a new
 liberated generation spilling out the very details of what made them tick.
 Yet now this room seemed hollow, all the books that looked back at her
 seemed to be tainted.

 'She's a real hit don't you think' Tim said without paying any attention to
 his wife's unease.
 'She's definitely got you enthralled that's for sure.' Julie offered
 lightly.
 'I think she's the sexiest thing we've ever come up with'
 He could never know how much these words wounded her. They struck a dagger
 straight to her heart, one she could never recover. She felt the tears well
 up.
 'I can't believe how well she's gone down, they're lapping her up, the
 first two books sold like hot cakes' he added.
 Julie turned away from her husband and stifled her tears. He just didn't
 get it.
 'I don't know why I didn't write about this girl sooner?'
 'Because you had me!' The voice inside her head screamed out as she ran
 sobbing from the room.


 2.
 Remember when you left me tied up all afternoon while you went out to the
 pub?

 Remember you spent hours training me to take your entire fist inside me.

 Do you remember the pictures I took and the places I took them?

 They hadn't always written erotica, or porn if you listened to her mums
 opinion. Once, a long time ago now, they were simply hedonists. They had
 met outside the only S and M club either of them had ever heard of. It was
 a weird town house lurking anonymously next to dentist surgeries and
 bookshops, the type of place hundreds of people would walk by every day and
 not give a second thought too.
 Tim was stood skillfully smoking a sharp white cigarette whilst she was
 perched nervously on a garden wall, the both of them trying to build up the
 courage to go in. She always saw him just as he was that night, slim crouch
 hugging jeans, bright white shirt. That image of him was pure perfection to
 her.
 Her heart skipped even now at the moment he came over and spoke to her. The
 electricity as he slipped his hand into hers and simply uttered the words
 'What have we got to lose?'

 Since that day to this one they had never spent longer than one night
 apart. She looked over at his greying hair, he was scanning the screen of
 the computer with a deep concentration. He had always made her feel so
 special and wanted. The erotica they wrote was so personal and intimate.
 She got up and went over to the bookcase. She picked up the first one they
 had ever written. It was called A special kind of bond.
 They were penniless and living in a one bedroom flat share at that time.
 The cover glowed with an old green tinge, the raised lettering had started
 to fade. She raised it to her nose and smelt the musk. She always loved the
 smell of books. She ran her finger across the pages and stopped about
 halfway, the pages had become discoloured by time. She began to read.

 'You`ll take as much as I tell you too!'
 Her spine dug into the bed, her dominant spun the dial higher and the
 reaction was instantaneous. Her head flung back with a snap, eyes rolling
 back revealing the clear pure whites. The power unit hummed away
 accompanying her uncontrollable moans.
 He pinned her ankles down, his rough hands taking little care for her
 comfort.
 'Be still!` he ordered and somewhere deep inside her she was capable of
 obeying.
 The dial was turned higher and the volts flowed through her. It was amazing
 to see the muscles flickering away and he was totally in control. The tiny
 pads clung greedily to the lips of her soaking pussy sending wave after
 wave of lightening through her entire body.

 The old familiar twinges momentarily spasmed inside her once more. Those
 days were so special to her, they all seemed to be about new experiences
 and cherishing one another. She flicked to a few pages further on.

 The taste of his release was the sweetest thing she had ever known. All she
 wanted was to be at his side and for him to do as he pleased.
 Once more she opened her eyes, he had covered her entire face and all she
 wished for was to guide it into her mouth and taste it once again.
 'Don't you dare eat it up!' He ordered.
 With a large forceful paw he struck her across the face and began to scoop
 up his own cum wiping it roughly into her aching breasts.
 'I've got something for you to taste' he said with a devilish tone.
 Pushing her to the floor he pinned her down by kneeling on her fore arms,
 and thrusting his rear into her face.
 'Eat that!' He demanded.

 How far away all that now seemed. She glanced back over at Tim, he was
 rubbing his chest with a greedy appetite for what he had created.
 That was once a reaction she and only she would bring about but now she
 wasn't so sure.

 'Is she real?'
 Theses were the words she really wanted to ask, but she was too afraid to
 hear the answer.


 3.
 Do you remember telling me there would be no one else?

 Remember trailing me around the clubs in Berlin in nothing but a pearl
 G-string and leather leash?

 Remember whipping me till I bled and then bathing me so tenderly afterwards?

 Tim do you remember anything of what we used to be?

 Displaying your most intimate moments on paper was such a delicate balance.
 It was always a fine line between realism and truth and exposing yourself
 totally to the world. Julie realised that she had given up her voice to
 Tim. Although they wrote together, it was he who ultimately typed in the
 words, he was God of it all. Before this wasn't a problem because she was
 so sure in what they were doing, it was glorious and freeing to document it
 all. However with the birth of this new girl, the character of far greater
 fascination to her husband, she began to feel those walls of safety and
 certainty crumble.
 Had any of it been real? Was she just a fleeting inspiration, so easily
 dropped for another.

 So it was that three days later Julie followed her husband. It wasn't
 intentional at first, that's what she told herself anyway, she had found
 herself on the same street just as he happened to pass in the distance. At
 first she was merely going in the same direction as him but after three
 hours she had to confess she was in actual fact following him.
 She had to know. The tiny little voice was eating away at her, the doubts,
 the fear, the crippling redundancy.

 That morning she had picked up the another of the books he had written
 about the copper haired girl. At the time it was written she had convinced
 herself that they were still writing about themselves however as her hands
 trembled re-reading she knew what fool she had been.

 The afternoon had grown warm and the sunlight ran in coloured waves into
 the house. She stood in the doorway, another stunning strand of celestial
 gold, her eyes fixed solidly to the floor.
 'You know that I've been watching you' he asked.
 'Yes' she replied timidly.
 'So you know I want you then?'
 She shook her head in acknowledgement, her eyes still baring into the
 wooden flooring. Reaching out he could no longer hold himself back. Her
 silk like hair ran through his fingers.
 'So what are we going to do with you?'
 The girl shrugged her shoulders and he pulled her chin up so that their
 eyes met. This girl was years younger than him, there was a thirty year age
 gap, but still he couldn't see beyond his need for her.
 'What is it you've got in your hand?' He asked
 She slowly brought her hands in front to show him. Opening her fingers she
 revealed her silk panties. His heart kicked ferociously and he grabbed her
 waist. She brandished the gift into his face and he licked the wetness that
 was all over them. The taste of her excitement was overpowering,
 immediately he ripped down her skirt and plunged his fingers inside her.
 Her body recoiled at this invasion and she buried her head into his
 shoulder.
 Lifting her off her feet he wrestled himself free from his trousers and
 stroked his surging dick against her sodden lips. Her moans fanned his fire
 and as her legs wrapped around his waist he entered her without taking care
 for her comfort. Her tightness was a shock and also a challenge to him as
 he drilled her hard against the wall not giving a care to who might walk in
 and catch them.

 He was in love with her! That was her fear, the same love that used to
 belong to her. Where would she go, what would become of her if he no longer
 needed her.
 For most of the afternoon she had felt like a lost fool.
 Following her husband around like some broken and disregarded toy she tried
 to convince herself that maybe it was all in her imagination. She saw
 nothing. She returned home and felt she was growing silly in her old age.
 But still this girl loomed large over them. Was she real? Did he now treat
 her as he once did her?
 The thoughts spun over and over in her mind, it was unrelenting. The next
 few minutes flew by in a blur of anger and desperation, she could hardly
 acknowledge her own movements. Knelt at the desk she saw through tear
 stained eyes as the words disappeared from the screen. Her finger beating
 against the delete button until it stung with a warm pain.
 Eventually it was completely gone and she sat back in her old familiar worn
 spot on the sofa and stared back out of the window. She had nowhere else,
 no one else. She would have to sit and wait for him to return and accept
 the punishment, her body shook as she begged silently for there to be a
 punishment.
 

The girl from the past

Sitting at his desk he sits and waits. His mind whirls through the many girls he'd seen in the last few days. All of them find their way into his work, it's almost as if he collects them, placing them into storage into the back of his mind until they're ready to spring out onto the page.

He swallowed and loosened his shirt. Were there girls out there now masturbating to his stories? The very thought got an immediate response from his cock.

He loved that idea, all those innocent minds being ignited by his simple words. It was such a surge of power to think that he might be influencing people all over the country.

Nathan wilde erotic writer. The heading shone out from his website, he still wasn't sure how he had found himself writing erotica. It had started simply as a way to impress a girl. Write a story, put her in it and hope she likes it enough to go on a date. 

It was easier because he was writing about somebody, she was already occupying the majority of his thinking and this seemed an obvious way of getting all that out of him.

That was all several months ago and now he was well on his way to becoming something of a phenomenon.

He laughed to himself as he tried to remember her name. It was hard to believe how obsessed he had been with that girl. From the very first moment he'd seen her she had flooded his mind, constantly painting herself into his sexual fantasies and now he couldn't even remember her name!

He clicked the link and the story opened up before him. It had been some time since he'd read it and a shiver of excitement ran down his back. He settled back to read.

She was stood leaning against the wall her long bandy legs falling out of the plaid skirt. They were the most alluring thing he had ever seen, all he wanted was to hike up that skirt and grab her arse. Her legs had infiltrated his subconscious long ago, they would flit in and out of his dreams, playing, toying and teasing him. He moved towards her, everybody else in the room quickly disappearing, all of them irrelevant to him.

There was already an unspoken bond between them. They had spent most of the previous weeks sharing smiles and knowing looks. Theirs was the type of relationship built on mutual desire.

They both wanted and needed to feel the others skin against theirs. To explore the real chemistry that sparked between them both.
For the first time they spoke and shared sexually fueled banter. There are times when this magic just works, both of you know what it's all about, both understand that you are two people who just have to satisfy that burning desire.

Then he acts. It's time to be assertive and turn all those dreams into reality.

Reaching for her arse he grabbed a handful of bare skin, looking deep into her eyes he smiled.

'A thong'

He said as she blushed. Taking a grip on her silk thong he pulled it tight, the material hugging her untouched lips. Her nails dug into his broad shoulder as he pulled tighter, the thought of her wetness sending him crazy. He could senses her pussy swelling up, it's little twitches highlighting her need to be taken. He pulled her in closer and moved his hand round to the front. Through her thong he could feel her dampness building up. He traced his finger nail quickly across her demanding hunger.

'Let's go outside'

Outside he ushered her round the side of the pub.

'Have you ever done it outside?'

He asked with a glint in his eye.

Taking out the beads he watched for her reaction.

'It's okay, I'll be gentle'

Pushing her against the wall he watched as she kissed the cold bricks. Quickly he pulled down the thong and felt for her arse, she squirmed and he restrained her, pushing her hard against the wall. His fingers worked at her dampness and he used it to lube her tight rear.

'Take a couple of deep breaths'

He said into her ear, leaving a tiny bite.

On her third breath he worked the beads inside her virgin rear and then quickly spun her around. Her groans already filled the darkening evening. Her thong fell from her knees to the floor as he kicked her legs open. Roughly he pulled her skirt to her belly and made her hold it. Then with a wink he slipped to his knees.

Her pussy tasted so sweet as his tongue began to flick and circle her velvet lips. She fought the over stimulation and he pinned her further against the wall, his fingers burying into her hip. Already she was seeping thick streams of pleasure and he lapped up as much as he could, his head deep in her crotch.

Her erect clit stood hard and unapologetic and he flicked it with his tongue, immediately she responded, her hips twisting and thrashing. He pulled her in closer once more and bit hard.
Her cries fueled him on, the onset of her orgasm all too obvious.


Reaching for the beads he gave them a slight pull just to test the resistance. He knew the simplest of tugs would send her wild. Her legs were already quivering and he worked his tongue inside her demanding hole.

Now she was near the height of her pleasure and he raced to make her cum. All those hours spent fantasying about her, how she might taste, how she would react, cry, cum, it all flooded through him, her gasping reward for the risk he had taken.
Her breathing was now heavy and she was begging for a release. The spasm's began to flow through her lips and he fought to keep her pinned to the wall. She screamed out as the first real quake rocked her, still he worked away with his tongue determined to give her all the pleasure she deserved.

Taking a grip of the beads he waited for the perfect moment to pull them out.
She gasped louder lost in her world and he looked up to see her ecstasy ridden face.
Then he pulled hard, dragging the beads out of her. She fell to the floor in a convulsing heap as he stood over her, his own heart bursting to escape his chest.

Sitting back in his seat Nathan felt the sweat dipping from his forehead. He was completely drained, that story brought back all the old desires he had towards that girl.

He smiled as he unzipped his trousers, closing his eyes he pictured her once more and thought that he might have a new story to write very soon

This is my entry for the HDP Flash Fiction comp. It's a new dircetion I`m trying, a mix between scifi and erotica, a genre I'm calling Alternative Reality Punk Erotica (ARP Erotica).
Check out the other entries on the Horny Devils Flash Fiction page.
http://www.hornydevilpromotions.com/Flash_Fiction.html
So I hope you like it and please and reactions and feedback are, as always, greatly welcome.

Enjoy x



ARP Erotica - Aderenaty Ecstasy.


The sound of breaking glass shattered through the night air, Angela stood on the thirty fourth floor amongst the remnants of the once ornate window and looked out at the dark evening. Everything had happened so quickly, she felt the tight leather gripping against her now sensitive and responsive body.
Behind her the boy sat strapped to the chair. The floor rumbled with a gluttonous rumble. She moved back and looked deep into his eyes, the flicker was still there but only just.

The adrenaline still pulsed through her, it rippled over her skin like a foreign intruder.

'Smile boy' she said wiping the dried make-up from her lower lip. She stepped closer and took hold of his chin.
'You should be happy I didn't leave you to the Jack-boots!'
Outside the earth rumbled with a deadening thirst which made the walls shake violently. Quickly she gathered up her winnings and stuffed them back into the sack. The boy could wait until later now she had to find Autumn. That girl was a law unto herself, this foggy air could take it's toll on anybody for sure but it had grabbed her by the collar and turned out her uncontrollable side.
Angela stood at the the open door and looked back at the shell of the once great man now sitting broken in the restraints, first she must find Autumn and make her see the importance of what they were fighting for and then she would return to finish him off.
She zipped up her leather bodice and flicked a smile at his weakening eyes, he didn't have the strength left to cause her any fear, his days of tormenting her were over. She slipped on the resistance mask and quickly left the building, she had to find Autumn.


Autumn tripped her index finger over the ridged plastic casing. The air inside the gigantic warehouse was almost unbearable. This damn rock had held her in it's grip for too long, it was invading her mind.
It felt as if home was a distant memory now. So much had happened, so much lost and unchangeable.
The buzzing doors flickered with the constant influx of bodies. The pre-winter chill rushed in and she felt it creep up her long rubber stockings. She scuffed her biker heels and denied the sudden cold. Her body responded with it's usual mischief and she felt the eyes of thousands of strangers crawling all over her.

Zoon! Girl you're headed for the flashpan she thought to herself.

The rows of tightly packed foods ran all along the walls. She was starving, the Crum did that to you, it was a killer beast of a trip. She felt the oncoming once more, the rapid flashes of red and black sung across her eyes. She really was breaking down, it wouldn't be long before she hit the down slip and went losto like the others.

Without a second glance she scooped up the cases and fled. Already the boots chased hard. She felt their heavy breathing hunting down her neck. She had to split it quick. The dark beast still sat purring. Old faithful, old glory, old boy.

It curled up to her side, the obedient pet ready to flee. She slipped on and pulled the throttle back with a snap. He purred away real strong and then they were gone. The chasers nothing but specks in the distance, her thighs clinging to the warm body of her lover, her wetness already seeping through.
The two of them spun through the thick evening, two thieves giving this damn planet the back hand. They had become quite the pair, the whispers of their escapades running wildly out of control in every town from here to the great sand dunes.

She pulled the beast to the side of the road and fell exhausted to the dust. The life out here was always wild, the trees and alien plants growled with growth. She knew that his breathing was growing rapid, the taste was within him. He snapped his back and grew onto his hind legs.
Zoon the Billygogg was all you could take when the pulse was up and all you can think of is to be taken. It's grown beyond it's simple mechanical ride, no longer simple motorcycle to the bright eye, now he was the glorious pillar of rippling muscles. His hot pulse entwined itself onto hers and she released a deep moan. The grass was cold as it spread against her back but by now she was overridden by the oncoming pleasure. He pinned her down, his heavy body enveloping her. All around the rough scent of petrol intoxicated her. His silver metallic skin cut against hers, rubbing up against her pulsating hunger. There really was nothing like being with a half-droid, the mix of flesh and metal bringing about floods of pleasure that no human alone could match

COVER PHOTO

Here it is the cover for my first novel 'Making You Mine' coming out very soon!!!

The birthday present

The birthday present.

Walking along a dead hallway, your heart pounding, your palms tingling, your body expecting, is quite some feeling.

I love the surging electricity that floods your mind. All the possibilities flying through you about what might lay beyond that door.
The girl messaged me earlier that day.

I've got a surprise for you. A birthday present.

we've been together for a few months now and she's really turning out to be a bit special. Her will to please, her dedicated submission, her zest for adventure it's all a perfect package. So now I walk the haze filled hallway and start to dream of what she's got me.

She's chosen a nice hotel. I'm impressed by the calibre of guests. There's something very alluring about being surrounded by higher class of patron's, it makes the entire thing more salacious.

I reach the door and knock. My breathing is calm and I hear the approaching body on the opposite side. Then it opens and I enter.
There she is sat on the edge of the bed, her pretty yet fragile frame waiting silently. My girl closes the door and run's a cautious hand over my shoulder. 

'Surprise!'

And what a surprise it is!
The smile is plastered across my face like a goon and I pull the girl round into my arms.

'Thank you my girl.'

'Happy birthday Sir.'

She knew I had a thing for Asian girls. There's something very delicate about them. An air of purity and innocence.

'I even wrapped her up for you.'

She moves over and straightens the pink bow that's attached to my present. I survey my gift. The beautiful girl is dressed in baby blue. The colour is perfect against her porcelain skin. As she moves shyly the colours flash a stunning neon, it runs up and down her lush legs, the stockings singing to me. Her body looks amazing in the lacey lingerie and I feel the want start to rise in me.

My girl let's her gown fall to the floor and reveals a matching outfit.

'Do you like sir?'  She asks.

Of course I do. I love it when she listens to me. When she constantly takes mental notes of every little thing I say. She's so good at remembering even the smallest detail. I had mentioned my love of Asian girls just in passing some weeks ago and now look, here she is presenting me with a stunning vision just as if I'd dreamt her up myself.

They both stand and I kiss them with a greed. They whisper happy birthday in my ear and I instantly spring to life.

'Stand in the centre of the room. Back to back.' I order. 'You're going to masturbate for me, both of you.'

My girl guide's my present to the centre and position's her carefully.

'It's a race.' I add 'The first to cum get's to suck me off.'

As I settle back on the bed I loosen my trousers and reveal to them both my already erect dick. The eyes of my present grow wide, the shyness beginning to ease a little.

'Now begin.' I say.

My girl immediately responds to my command and her hands slip to remove her panties. Then she's all to happy to dance her fingers across her already sodden area. I study her like I always do, my skin tingling, my mind racing.
The pair of them look like sisters. Identically dressed, both playing to my tune. I run my fingers up and down my shaft, feeling the pulsating urge rushing through me.
Ahead my girl begins to groan, her body flickering with short spasms.

Yet my present is more sheltered. Her fingers have slipped inside her panties but she's shielding herself. I can tell that she hasn't been in this type of situation before. I study her body further, dreaming of tasting her, of having her. I want to know her strength's, her fears, her limitations.

I close my eyes and I can still see the blue flashing before me. Then the cries of my girl bring me back to reality. Her head is thrown back and she's staring up at the ceiling. She's won.

I call her over and she passionately wraps her lips around my eager dick. I love it when she sucks me, she does it with so much vigour, it's like she only really feels alive when she's doing it. She quickly goes to work and I stretch out to further fill her.
For a few minutes it's just us, like it's been since we met. Such a wonderful connection.

Then I look up and see my present, it must be the nerves because she's still stood in the centre of the room running her fingers over her clit. My girl is taking me deep into her mouth and I know she's waiting to feel my hands on the back of her neck, waiting for me to force her to take it right to the back of her throat.  But I'm watching my present, I'm trying to see the signs in her that she wants to be pushed.

Stopping my girl I stand from the bed and approach my gift. I tower above her and reach down to feel her sweet pussy. She gasps as if no one has ever touched her before. I hesitate, waiting for her to pull away, to say no. She doesn't move, I feel her pulsating and decide to act.

I pull her to the bed and order her to bend.
A firm spank lands against her rear and she lets out a whimper. SPANK! Once more.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

Her virgin rear marks up immediately and I grow harder.

'Onto the bed.' I say and guide her onto her back. I can see the shocked tears in her eyes.

'Spread your legs' I order, firmly parting her thighs. 'We'll make you cum, if you can't do it yourself.'

I pull my girl round and plant her face deep into the pussy of my present.

'Lick!' I demand. 'Eat her till she screams!'

I stand back and watch the two of them. Her young frame, naive and untrained, struggling to cope with the reality, struggling to let herself go. I can only stand back for so long as I stroke my hungry dick. I want to be in my girl and I rush forward to grab her hips. I feel for her wetness and trace it to spread open her rear, then I plunge my solid dick inside.
Just the insertion brings about trembles of pleasure through my thighs and I begin to pound hard. I want to cum at the same time as my gift. I press my girls head down firmly encouraging her to burry her tongue deep inside the new pussy. I can see the colour flushing her face, the craze on her eyes.

'Scream!' I shout. 'Let yourself go.'

The three of us are now fully lost beyond the point of no return. A mass of desire and need writhing around. I pound away harder, trying to go as deep as I can, my dick feeling just about as hard as it has ever done so.  I look down to see my present arching her back, her arms reaching up at imaginary bodies. She's on the verge, all three of us are.
I breathe in the delicious air and cum hard inside my girl, lingering as her muscles squeeze out every last drop.
However my need is not yet over. I pull my present up by the wrist and wipe away her sweat covered hair.

'Now you'll suck it out of her.' I whisper.
I can see the shock in her face. But there is not a sign of denial. My girl lay's exhausted on the bed and I pull her to her knees. My beautiful present lowers her lips and sweetly begins to lick and suck my cum from the very place I had just so powerful deposited it.
I sit back and watch. I feel proud as they both begin to grow into their roles. What a great birthday it's been

I've signed a publishing deal!

I am very happy to announce that I've joined the Horny Devil Publishing family.

Yesterday I signed a contract to publish my story Making You Mine. It seems like everything has suddenly happened very quickly, but I'm now on the brink of having my first book publishd!!!

I'll keep you posted on the upcoming events and please keep them peeled for the big day when it actually finds it way out into the big wide world.

Thank you to everybody who has helped me to this point. I really appreciate all your efforts.

  

A guest post by @sophieRoissy

I am honoured to post this short story by my friend Sophie Roissy.
Check out her amazing new blog  http://www.badbehaviourandsaucystuff.blogspot.co.uk/?z1


I'm alone in a crowded room. People I don't know mingle and make small talk, they don't see me. I look down at the glass I'm holding, self consciously caressing the smooth curves with my thumb. I'm wearing the dress you gave me and the stockings and that's all, as you instructed. My mouth goes dry at the anticipation of seeing you again, yet the thought of feeling your touch, of pleasing you makes me wet. My nipples harden and begin to show through the silky fabric of the dress. Time passes, without you it drags on for what seems an eternity. Bodies stir around me, chatting and laughing, they saunter by as my anticipation builds. Then I feel it, an electricity in the air and I know you are near. I look up and see you through the crowd, looking back at me, studying every inch of my being, inspecting your property with your piercing eyes that seem to look right through me. Your gaze is passive yet your eyes are firm and full of need. I want so desperately to come to you, I need to be next to you, to feel you against me. I move forward but you shake your head, a silent command for me to stop. I turn my head away from you as I place the glass on the table behind me, when I look back you are gone. A surge of panic ensnares me. I'm alone again, but only for a moment. I feel you move behind me, taking the back of my neck in one hand, you place the other on my shoulder as my body trembles with anticipation. You order me to stay still, never releasing your hold on my neck. My pulse quickens as you pull me back against you, I can feel your cock harden as it presses into me. I want to touch you, to taste you. I stand facing the crowd with you behind me. You move your hand from my shoulder, tracing my neckline before sliding it under the dress and along the curve of my breast. My clit throbs as you tease and pinch my nipples, all the while the wetness in my pussy stirs until I can feel it trickling down my stockinged thighs. Withdrawing your hand from my dress you trace the back of my spine with your fingertip, sending shivers through me until your hand is level with with my butt. I feel your breath in my ear, you whisper to me to spread my legs. I do it. From behind me you peel back the dress, placing your hand on my cunt you slide a finger inside me, I moan in appreciation. You tut loudly in my ear at the evidence of my arousal, as you withdraw your finger and place it glistening with my juices on my lips. 'Taste yourself' you command, I obey, taking your finger in my mouth, sucking hard, tasting myself on you. I want you so bad, your cock throbs against me and I want you inside me. I feel you still, releasing your grip on my neck, you moan softly as I continue to suck on your finger. Suddenly you wrench your hand away, and grasp my wrist you pull me forward our bodies tracing the outline of the room, moving through the hordes of party goers until I feel the cool night air embracing my body through the thin fabric of the dress. We're outside, cloaked in darkness and shielded from view by a large oak. You turn to face me and order me to remove the stockings. Sliding them off one by one I place them in to your outstretched palm, my hand brushing yours briefly, my skin comes alive once more. 'On your knees', you whisper, your eyes burning.
I kneel before you, my hands bound together behind me by the stockings you insisted I wear. Your hands grasp my hair as I take you in my mouth, tasting your arousal as you slide deeper into me. As I pull away my tongue caresses your tip and your moan of pleasure distracts me, I'm pleased I have this affect on you, it makes me feel powerful, but only for a fleeting moment. You seem to sense my submission dwindling and with one powerful thrust you push yourself deeper into my mouth and I'm choking around you as you fuck my mouth harder and faster. I feel your cock growing and pulsating and I know you're close, my clit throbs and the juices run freely down my naked thighs. Quickly you withdraw and push me to the ground now moist with dew. With one hand clasping your cock you pull the delicate straps of the dress off of my shoulders and slide it down, revealing my breasts to the night air which bites at my nipples and I'm pinned beneath you as you slide into me, thrusting hard, gaining momentum. I want to cry out but you place your hand around my throat and squeeze, so that only a faint whisper of breath escapes me. The friction on my clit builds and I feel a deep sweet aching burning within me, the night air and approaching orgasm sending shivers through me. I can't hold it back any longer, my orgasm tears through me, my throbbing cunt tightening around you. I want to close my eyes and savour the moment but without warning you pull out of me and remove your hand from my throat. Your expression is stern and intense, your tone accusatory, 'You didn't ask my permission for that orgasm you realise?'. Before I can respond you kneel over me trapping my body between your thighs and begin stroking yourself. 'Don't you dare close your eyes, I want them open and your mouth too!' you command. I obey. Helpless with my hands bound behind me and your weight pressing me down into the ground. I look up into your eyes, my mouth open, ready and you come. Hot thick spurts of your seed covering my breasts, trickling down my belly and you're spent. I clean you with my tongue savouring the taste of you in my mouth, before you move away, straightening your clothes before gently pulling me into your arms. My hands are still tied and I can barely feel them as you kiss my forehead and stoke the hair from my face. After replacing the straps on my shoulders one at a time you gently release my hands from the stockings. Across the way, people begin to emerge, their evening of frivolity now drawing to and end. You pull me into a warm embrace and we kiss once more.

The late train

The train journey home from work was only thirteen minutes long but that day I wanted it to last forever.
As I hurried through the barriers I saw the dreaded sight of my train departing. I'd missed it by seconds!

The tall slip of a girl first caught my eye as I stood staring at the screen trying to figure out how long i'd have to wait for the next one. She was sat on the bench her hands placed cautiously on top of her knees. She must of been about eighteen or nineteen I guessed as my attention slipped from the train times. She wore soft lemon plimsolls and a colourful summer dress, the hem of which rose up high along her thighs. I could feel her brown round doe eyes peering up at me, it was as if the air shoot out of my body. Already I was aroused. I turned and glanced down with a rye smile. We meet for just a second, enough time to know that there was something between us.

My train was due on the opposite platform so I made my way up over the bridge. As I walked slowly down the other platform I noticed that the girl had gotten up from the seat. She too was walking but on the other side to me. We marched like shadows of one another until I stopped to lean against the wall. I swallowed hard as she swished her peach like behind. She continued on down the platform and I tried to pull myself together. It had been hot all day long and I was hardly in a state to think clearly, she was nice to look at but I should give it up and just wait for the train.

However I noticed that she'd started to come back the other way. I couldn't help but stare over as she glided along. Her dress was thin and it wrapped itself tightly around her supple figure. As a gentle gust of wind blew it teased the material between her legs showing the definite outline of her pussy. This sent shivers of need right through me. I imagined her moist lips, the smooth feel of her skin. Just as she passed directly opposite me I saw the shy grin spread across her face.
 She tossed her head and once more flashed those brown eyes at me. Our eyes caught again and I could almost feel the sexual tension jump between us.

I watched silently as she showed off her tight bum once more. Her long legs paced gracefully and I was filled with a want to lift her off her feet and wrap those legs around my waist. Through the dress I could just make out the line of her panties, they cupped her cute bum so tenderly. I imagined her putting them on that morning fresh out of the shower, her skin so clean and lush. I wondered if she'd lingered in the mirror stroking herself, just momentarily dreaming of giving herself up to someone, the sweet tingle of need blossoming.

Once again she turned back. I couldn't help by devour her as she came by again. Her hands now playfully grazing against her body, they brushed against her breasts and then down along the smooth line of her thigh.  I was raging with desire as my mind filled with all the things I'd like to do to her, yet as she showed off her behind once more the train came along to cut off the show.


As I slumped into the seat I was surprised by the emptiness of the carriage. Normally it was standing room only, so I gratefully leaned my head back against the cushion and closed my eyes. I felt the damp spot in my boxers where the head of my dick had grown hard and moist, I reached down to adjust myself and squeezed just a little.   As I opened them again I was stunned to see that she was sat directly in front of me. She slipped herself over to the window seat and stared out as we left the station. My heart raced and I felt the blood pumping through my body. Immediately my dick began to respond. I could hardly believe that she was here!

Up close she looked just like Jean Seberg, her close cropped hair and big eyes driving my desire. She was beautiful, a real kind of beauty, she didn't need all that make-up and jewellery like so many girls around, she was an honest beauty, timeless. I couldn't help but stare, I think somewhere in the back of my mind i'd promised myself that if I ever saw her again i'd at least find out her name.

The jolting of the train made everything seem unreal. I could hear my own breathing as it echoed around me. I leaned forward and was about to speak when I saw her hand slip down her silk like thigh and she began to caress, running her fingers along and down the crease of leg and bum cheek. I tore my eyes from her to check if anybody else could see what was happening, there was still nobody else in sight. I turned my body more to face her and was fully intended on at least offering my own name.

 That was until I saw that she had begun to slip off her panties. She allowed them to fall down her pale legs, the thin cotton looked as though it needed to be ripped from her and I felt my erection grow harder still. As she lifted one leg they fell to the floor and she spread out to fully reveal herself. I felt my dick surging, I wanted to put it inside her, her pussy was so sweet looking. Her fingers danced along her outstretched thighs and with an accompanying gasp slipped inside her throbbing lips.

She was already very wet and her fingers slid in and out quickly. She looked across and I saw the colour flushing her cheeks. I could see that she wasn't wearing a bra and her small pert breasts moved up and down with her quickening breathing. I knew the dress would be rubbing against her nipples adding a touch of friction, heightening the senses. Arching her back she turned her attention to her clit, I could tell from her clouding eyes that she wasn't far from orgasm.

Every part of me now ached to have her yet I sat transfixed by the show. She seemed in a world of her own intoxication only glancing at me occasionally just to make sure I was still paying full attention. Don't you worry, I thought I'm never letting you out of my sight!

Alice (working title)

Part 1.

The phone sat glowing. It's tiny screen giving off a trance like wave of neon light.
 It had been ringing on and off for much of the afternoon.
 The coffee shop had died down. The weekends were always much busier but now the rush had been and gone and Alice rested behind the counter.
 In her bag the giddy toy sat as yet unknown, the future it held for her ready to be played out. As the strange ringtone once more gently sounded she innocently pulled at her stockings.
 She used to think the faux frenchmaid outfits they wore were cute but that was beginning to run thin.
 The looks they attracted, not to mention the unwanted attention made her feel uncomfortable.
 The stockings she did like however. The very feel of them, the delicate nature, the slight vulnerability they allowed always made her feel sexy. Running her hand up her thigh she felt the lace and ran her forefinger just under the top. Her weary body responded well to this.
'I think that's you're phone hun' Kim's voice shuffled across her lost moment. Suddenly she was broken from the brink of delving too deep into fantasy.

'Sorry?' She said, removing her hand and straightening her hem.
'Your phone....its ringing....that's your bag isn't it?'
 Kim was taking her coat from the hook.
'Yeah that's mine.'
'Someone's desperate to get hold of you!'
'How'd you mean?' She could feel her cheeks filling with the onset of overwhelming.
'It's been ringing most of the day!' Kim said removing it from the hook and placing it down onto the counter.
'Really I never heard it!'
'I'm telling you somebodies got it big for you!!'
As she opened her bag and stared down at the blinking phone she knew she wasn't thinking straight.

 You see she'd lost her own phone a few days earlier. That prat at the bar had spilt his pint on it, what an idiot! Then as she sat by the window and attempted to dry it out she had been distracted by the SUIT!!!
 Oh the suit, she still went weak at the knees at the very thought of him. Never had there been a more passionate desirable need to instantly be with someone.
 But that's what led to her leaving the whole thing behind, sitting in pieces on the table, her mind lost, her legs shaking her pussy throbbing.

 It had been such a long time since she'd found herself rushing home with that one all consuming thought....to play.
 It wasn't until she lay exhausted and sodden upon her bed an hour of so later that she was suddenly struck with the knowing fear that she had left it behind.

The hot wave entered her head once more. She swallowed hard and took the phone in her hand. The plain dull ringtone sounding out its sharp tune. She wasn't thinking at all, not about tangible grounded stuff. The wave increased, sending shivers down her chest.
'You've got it....good'
The warm masterly voice grew out of the phone with each syllable laying a firm hand upon her shoulders.
'So we can begin'
Her heart suddenly thundered.
 'Please keep this on you at all times....'
She was frozen. Totally bewitched by the voice. Her mind tried to whirl, to discover what was happening but it could not. The phone shook in her trembling hand.
'..this is the first thing that I ask of you'
His voice was direct, not stern or rude but deliberate.
'I'll be in touch....my girl.'
And then he was gone. The line dead, the burning sting of a dead tone humming in her ear. What had just happened! Lowering the phone she realised that she had never seen it before. Why was it in her bag? 

 Looking down once more she stared nervously at the diminishing light.
 What was going on? How had it got there? Why? Who? When?
Then just as the light finally faded one word shone out from the face of the phone SIR.

Part 2.

Stepping out of the shower Alice stood naked hugging the towel. The steamed up mirror showed a distorted reflection, her red hair hung darkened by the water. She had slept uneasily. Just recently she had been feeling so distant, the flat had felt empty since her sister had left. Janey was happy now, Mike was such a nice guy, she was happy for her she really was but it didn't help with her loneliness. Her fingers traced along the inside of her thigh. The small toughened scars still sat protruded. It was an old habit, one she had fought hard to quell. Yet as she felt each scar she filled with those old comforting feelings.

She had always been a bit different. 'Unusual' her Nan had always put it, she didn't really get that. She was her, that's how she felt, she always struggled to fit in at school and was never in clubs or groups. Things simply weighed a little heavy on her, 'an old soul' was another of her Nans favourite sayings about her. Looking at herself as the mist drifted from the glass she saw a lost little girl. How do you gain confidence in your self? How is it that some people march through life like its all so natural and easy? Relationships had never been easy to form, she was a perfectionist, an all or nothing girl. Sex had always consumed her. It was never a bad thing, maybe unhealthy, maybe not.

She had discovered her body quite early on. Sitting on the bus to school she would take her school bag and bury it between her legs. To others it would seem odd but she was odd to them! She would cradle the bag with its heavy A4 folder resting upon her clit and then sit there in a blissful bubble. To her this was escapism, a bubble of her own making where she could be filled with all the feelings of need and self loving that she couldn't find anywhere else. Her clit knew every lump and bump in the road, every sway and turn bought about it own unique pattern of stimulation. Then she would spend the mornings reveling in the dampness of her panties. But she had never had long term relationships, her ideals were so high, she knew that, impossible for anybody to live up too! She was a complicated mixed up thing and she knew that all too well.

On the table the phone sat, it hadn't moved since she had got back last night. Quickly she passed by and into the kitchen. She was trying not to think about it, about all its possibilities. Her dreams had been disturbed by it, she'd tossed and turned, that little thing weaving itself into her mind. It's probably a mistake, someone's lost it, misplaced it.

Circling the room she attempted to keep busy, a hot cup of tea stinging the palms of her hands. She should just take it with her back to work and hand it in, someone will come and claim it. But this didn't stop her wondering why it had made its way into her bag. She shook her head again, it was all just a mistake.
She laughed her imagination was vivid but all this was ridiculous! She had such a habit of working herself up, overthinking, a major flaw in her make up. Already she was inventing wild theories and crazed back stories, it was so silly.
She approached the table finally and stood staring at the lifeless black rectangle. It will probably never even ring again! Just pick it up and take it back into work she told herself. Her delicate fingers reached down and took hold of it. It felt solid and was much more up-to-date than her old one. It seemed brand new, expensive too. Somebody would definitely be missing it.

Suddenly it vibrated and she jumped out of her skin dropping it back to the table. The face glowed with life, 1 new message. The envelope flashed before her. Tentatively she opened it.

'Good morning Alice x'
The air sucked out of her and she rushed out of the room.

Making you mine Parts 1-3.

Making you mine


Part 1.


Waiting in the pub, waiting with my heart racing, waiting with my nerves sharpened, waiting for her arrival. That initial thrill of the first meeting, the dom, master, sir, eagerly sitting in anticipation for his sub, his toy. The first drink goes down fast. Alone you wait, senses alive. Every girl that passes by gets the same treatment, is she...? Would she...? I definitely would with her!


Then she arrives, wrapped up from the cold, looking vulnerable. I can see her eyes scanning the room. And right away I'm dreaming of having her alone. Thinking of pulling at her clothes, biting her neck, having her submit. But first its the normal, the quiet drink, the talking, making sure you are what you've been saying you are through hours of messaging.


Two bodies sat in the open, very publicly being normal, yet we both know so much. We've talked so much about our desires, fantasies. Our hands twitch, desperate to explore, we lick our lips, hungry to devour. Every part of me wants to kiss you, bite your lip, pull you in close and feel the desire. As the evening progresses, the initial nerves are replaced with the buzz of mutual thinking.


When its time to leave, I tentatively take control of your waist and guide you out. The cold winter's night makes us huddle close together as we walk. Then its time. It's time to stamp you with my authority, to see if the games are worth playing. Pushing you against a wall, I once more kiss you. This time harder and longer for my satisfaction only.


The park is dark and frost is growing on the grass. I push you gently down on your knees and then the sound of my fly runs through the night air and it sends shivers down your spine. The cold ground is stinging your knees, but you barely notice as all of a sudden I'm inside your mouth, my hands firmly on the back of your head. The slight struggle is a delicious extra for both. My dick grows harder, stronger, sliding in deep. Your lips struggling, your eyes streaming, trying to take it all in. The odd person passes by without noticing, all the time I'm getting closer to cumming in your pretty little mouth. I grab a handful of hair and demand it harder. I want to end in an frenzy. And then I'm lost in the perfect moment of our first encounter.


Part 2.


Silence fills the sweet walk from the park. Our first encounter buzzing between us in the dark winter night. Holding your hand, we know the connection, the special bond that had grown between two souls, both laying open the colours of their type.
You live close by and we head there, moving amongst the other night creepers. I'm thinking of having you further. Of pushing you, testing your submission, finding your limits and testing your boundaries. Your hand sits in mine and each throb of your pulse feels like an explosion. Your eyes are wide, loving, unsure of what's next.


Outside your place we stop and kiss. Your body warm but begging for the encompassing nurture of your Dom. I break the silence,'Can I come in?'
The fear is evident straight away. 'But I don't live alone...the others...' Your sub side retreats back to its well hidden spot. 'They don't know about me...about what I like...' 'It's ok' I say. 'They wouldn't understand'. Standing there just out of reach of the street light you look perfect. Your knees muddied from earlier, a sweet sign of your devotion. 'Do you trust me?' I ask. You pull in close and whisper 'Yes'.


Inside you lead me tentatively to your room. Your body language tells of your fear of being uncovered by your room mates. Closing the door I pull you close and whisper that everything's fine.So now its my time, my control. I grip your hair and pull your head back placing a bite of ownership onto the base of neck.
'Get undressed.' I command as I watch your shy moves, your entire body shouting out it's naivety. When naked, you fill me with pride. Such a beautiful canvas to mould. Taking your tights I tie your hands to the bed. Your breathing gives away your nerves.
'Please the others...' you gasp '...they'll hear!" I guide you so your stomach is resting on the bed, your bum in the air asking to be punished. I've already noticed the over-sized hair brush on your bed side table. Ha! You've been preparing for this for some time. I pick it up, it's heavy, the wood solid and true. Initially I rub the palm of my hand over your chilled cheeks. Then, spank! You shriek and then let out a long awaited for moan of pleasure. One more spank! This time your cry is louder.
'No! The others...'

Part 3.


The warmth fills the room, two beings, holding tight to the centre point of their truth. Electric pricks on our skin, the devil is inside us both.
The colour has already begun to race across your backside. The blood rejoicing, showing pleasure in spiraling patterns, that flare in the darkness. In the silence I feel your unease. The thought of being shown up to your house mates is a real fear.
'I understand' I whisper, leaning forward and stroking your hair.
Gently I untie your hands and you collapse in a heap onto the bed. As you lay, eyes ballooning wild, barely able to accept all that has happened, I sit and stroke your leg.
'Enough?'
'No'. Your voice so very eager, hungry, surprising me.
'You sure?'
'Yes'
I take the tights and guide the brush into them slowly.
'Bite down on this' I say placing the brush into your mouth. Pulling the tights tight I tie them behind your head, fixing the brush firmly in place.
'This time its really going to hurt.'
Quickly I flip you onto your back and spread your legs. Stretching my palm wide open I draw it back and down quick and hard. Slap! Your body contorts.
'Hold still!' I order.
Again I draw my hand back and bring it down onto your beautifully smooth pussy. Already you're wet. My palm sits momentarily as you twitch, your body begging for my touch.
Slap!
Now I'm quicker.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
Lost in the glory. I'm in heaven.
Slap!
The juices run out over the top of your thigh.
Slap! Slap!
The tears pour from you eyes. Your muffled cries feeding my strikes. Now I just have to have you. I need to be inside you. At the foot of the bed your silk panties lay crumpled with the rest of your clothes.
'Turn over.' I say reaching down to pick up the panties.
The silk hugs sweetly in my hand. Just for a moment I stop and enjoy the control, then I once more reach down to your wetness. Your groans shiver down my neck as I stroke your clit, the silk so tender. The teasing is just the sweetener, your body twitching I allow you to fall under the pulsing rhythm. Then I'm firm, strong, deliberate, forceful. Your panties are stuffed quickly inside your shivering lips.
Now is the time to make you mine.

Making you mine. Parts 4 + 5

Part 4.

My kiss whispers affection, travelling from the small of your back until it rests lovingly across your shoulders. I can feel you convulsing, your body aching to be owned, used, mastered. 'Are you ready?' The release of desperation flashing in your pulsating lips.
I once more reach down and circle your clit. 'Really?' 'God yes!' You mumble through the improvised gag. 'Please...' Your eyes flash back across your shoulder, in an instant I'm thrusting deep into you from behind. Our eyes fix for a moment, the tears swelling in yours, the control in mine, then you turn away, the feelings too strong, the pain overwhelming.

The muffled cries fill the room, I feel you biting down hard on the brush. With every thrust you play the game. A little rejection, tightening, denial...then submission, acceptance. Inside you I feel needed. The connection between us is unique, both searching for our place. Ever deeper I go, testing your acceptance. My nails dragging along your back, my palms slapping at your flesh. I want you to know my devotion, my gratitude at your giving yourself to me.In I go...deeper and deeper. Needing you to lose all remaining inhibitions, give yourself totally to me. Grabbing your hips I demand ownership. 'Scream!!' I shout. Your head rolls back and I grab a fist full of hair and pull. 'Scream!!' I once more demand.

The struggle intensifies, your inner desire wishes to be pushed further, playing the game very well, overriding your usually controlling brain. I can feel myself growing harder, flourishing inside you.Your head arches back, dragged by my firm grip Finally you release and cry out. We both know the whole house must of heard that. I'm dragged to the point of release. As I stand over you my cum flowing hard. I accept you. You know what this means....now you're owned!


Part 5.

In the shadow of the clock tower, you're waiting for me. Standing at the corner I hesitate, you look so perfect, fragile yet strong, alone but protected. It's been days since our first meeting. Nothing else has filled my thoughts. Your fragrance still echoes, your willingness a constant rhythm reverberating within me.

 Your text messages have been short and timid. Me: Did you enjoy yourself my girl? You: I enjoyed it. Me: I want to see you again, soon You: If you like Me: When are you free?
I don't receive an answer from you, straight away. So I demand we meet. Even sending the text, I know I might lose you! Maybe just leave it as it is, a one off, let you go back to being the nice clean cut girl that you are. The response is immediate. You: Yes sir. The next date is set.

So now here I am. Watching you from a distance. I devour every inch of your being, accepting and analysing everything about you. Your perfect frame hovers in the chilled morning air, and you're the only thing I see, I don't care about the other bodies that flitter on by. I intend to make yours, mine. Even as everyone else suffers in coats and hats you model beauty, your short dress and heels a modest sign of you wanting to please me. Nothing slutty, nor over appealing, just pure truth. So I can't hold off any longer, out into the street I step, out towards you... my girl.

Taking your hand I lead you along the street. I know where we're headed, I know exactly where. I pull you into the alley. The high walls shield the sun, the sounds of people milling in the street not far off our thrilled audience.Placing my hand around the back of your neck I pull you in close and kiss you. I feel you crumble into me, you've been dying to submit, I can feel it. 'Remove your underwear' my own voice echoing against the walls sounds odd. 'Quickly now' I add uncomfortably. You do as you're told, your eyes never once breaking from my gaze. The beautiful blue and black lace is passed eagerly from your hand to mine. Reaching down slowly I feel for your clit. It sits attentively, as if begging to be touched. With the tip of my index finger I roll from top to bottom and your hips rise, the small of your back shooting into the wall. 'You like that my girl?' 'Yes sir.' Your response glides through me. The respect, love, trust burning a need for me to protect. Slowly I circle, your breath catches and you shudder. At first your moans are soft but as I run my hand up and down the inside of your thighs they grow louder. My tongue licks away just behind your ear, I whisper the words.. 'You are loved, you are beautiful, you are owned!' Then I grab at you, one finger inserted, the rest of my palm squeezing hard around your pussy. I move across and bite your nipple, tasting a mouthful of dress as I do. Your whole body slams against the wall. Your head to one side, your cheek against the cold bricks. It's like you're trying to confirm to yourself that this is real. I can feel you contracting, your muscles clamping tight like they're being shocked. The wetness catches me by surprise. 'Your not going to cum, are you girl?' 'No' your voice weak. 'You better not, you need to show control.' I loosen my grip and remove my finger. I hear you gasp, and watch as a deep blush flushes your cheeks. Once more I look into your eyes as I take your throbbing clit between my fingers and pinch hard.

Lunchtime play.

Sitting at the table I study her as she picks at her salad. We are sat in a crowded restaurant at lunchtime on a busy Saturday afternoon. For forty two she looks amazing. Blood hair, stunning crystal blue eyes and legs that roll on for days. The legs were what I saw first, I remember following her around town one afternoon transfixed by the thin tubes tightly wrapped in black nylon.

Now she's here sitting opposite me, in an outfit I've chosen, ready to play my game. I take a sip of wine and give her the signal, slowly she slips off her shoe and as it falls to the tiles with a sweet clink I feel the excitement grow. Just the thought of her stockinged foot is driving me wild, I put down my fork and stare across knowingly.

  I feel the silky touch as her toes find their way up the inside of my calve gently winding a path towards my already growing dick. The first touch is amazing, like lightening striking my bulging head. The seam just below the toes radiates through my trousers and I can see the desire in her eyes, the will to play this risky game and to please. She skillfully circles my already wet tip, running the nail up and down the shaft. All around us the other dinners are blissfully unaware of what's happening underneath the table.

  She's casually eating as if nothings going on even signalling to the waitress. As the pretty young girl comes over I feel her toe burrowing deep into my groin. I smile and try to pretend that everything is normal, yet with this girl here I'm flooded with ideas. I want her to climb on the table and lift up her skirt, I want her to show me her pussy and let me kiss it though her work tights.

As my dick grows harder I feel it begging to be released, I undo my trousers and allow it breath out in the air. Instantly the feel of her hot foot against me sends shivers down my neck. My hands are now clasped down onto the table as I struggle to keep control. Opposite she sits with a smile of pure filth as she licks her dark red lips and teases me further. Then I hear the second shoe fall and my heart races as I wait for the other foot to join in. I'm now totally lost to my own actions, at first I was conscious not to disturb the others around us, now all im concerned with is the pleasure I'm receiving for this beautiful women's feet.

Starting at the base of the shaft they pinch together and slowly begin to run up and down. The silk stockings I made her wear feel so good and I close my eyes to picture her stood wearing just them. I think of bending her over a chair and running my tongue all the way up the dark seam until I reach her ass. I want to rip them off her and stuff them in her mouth, to cum all over them and then make her wear them all day. She begins to speed up and I grip the table harder. I can hear my own groans begin to take on a life of there own as I struggle to keep control. She's swift and firm as if she knows I'm not far off, my dick feels like its in a silk vice and I begin to trust my hips, fucking her feet as hard I can sat down. I want to reach down and grab her legs, feel the nylon next to my face. I can already feel the wave approaching as it builds from deep inside me. I know it won't be long and I thrust harder.

Then I explode and I can feel my burning hot cum covering her toes and feet, this makes me ejaculate even harder as I try to mark my territory. It squirts high up the inside of her leg and I see her shuffle as she tries to reach down and take some in her fingers. She succeeds and playfully places two fingers in her mouth, I watch as she savours the taste of me. My body recoils and I lean forward to try to catch my breath, I'm sure we must of disturbed the others but at this point I'm hardly bothered. As I slip my dick back inside my trousers I look up and watch as she slips her covered feet back into her shoes. I smile and think that this women could be ripe for really pushing! I pick up my glass and raising it too her I say quietly 'I'm gonna make you walk all day in them and when we get home You're gonna lick them clean!'

Not enough. In the spin of life its not enough. In the drag of breath its not enough. With the single beat its not enough. One shadow is not enough. One passion is not enough. In this moment its not enough. Simply and truthfully, Without you by my side, its not enough

I'm Benjamin McQueen. Welcome to Transports of delight my Erotica blog. I hope that this will prove to be a very colourful journey into the deepest parts of my inner deviancy. So here goes this blog is a place to set my inner deviant free! I hope that it will become a refuge from the mundane normality of day to day living. I like so many people have desires, needs, fantasies and I aim to lay them bare in this blog. In this private blog I will post erotica that searches the very deepest parts of my soul. I want to portray the full extent of my sexual desires. I aim to post stories based upon my needs, wants and fantasies. Some may be sensual and sweet others hard and unforgiving. Please feel free to comment and drop by and say hi. I hope that this blog will lead to many friendships with those open minded amongst us who perhaps like me prefer to keep their sexual deviancy private. x.