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