I keep another site that houses the multitude of stories living in my brain. It’s private so it takes the pressure off me to perform, and I find I am freer in my writing. I wrote this today.
This piece isn’t construing anything so please don’t view it as anything other than pure fiction. I just felt I needed to make that clear. Not for certain audiences of certain dispositions. Just thought I’d share it in all it’s glorified wrongness. Promise I’ll post something normal tomorrow.
I could feel you. It was tangible and I barely suppressed a gasp at the intimate way you let your eyes roam over me. Heat suffused my skin, leaving an indelible mark that burned my lips, tightened my breasts, and slicked my sex. I could feel how much you wanted me, a feeling I wanted to revel in.
Except I’m not supposed to know you’re watching me.
The first time I felt your presence fear lodged like a brick in my throat. You burned my skin in a different way, your gaze crawling over me. I’d searched through the crowd, worrying you’d grab me then. This was a game though and you weren’t ready to trap me yet. So like a cat toying with its prey you let me go.
Slipping in my apartment that night, I’d felt relief. Safe. But the moment I let my naked body relax between the sheets, my mind wasn’t thinking about safety, it was thinking about you. I’d wondered if the anxiety flitting across my face feed your sick desire. If your cock was heavy and your balls full with thinking of snatching me, tying me down, and taking me until I scream. As you imagine me unwilling and on my knees, you stuffed between my lips.
My hand was between my thighs, and it wasn’t long until thick cum coated each digit. I was shuddery and breathless with anticipation from that point on, always aware of you just behind me when I went out. Always a sloppy wet mess beneath my panties as I move through my day pretending I couldn’t feel you.
You hide like a monster in wait now, and I have no doubt that you’re every bit of the craven beast you seem. Claws barely sheathed, poised to swallow me whole.
Hiding in the shadow of the building, you lurk there in the inky blackness biding your time until you’ll take me. Menace rolling off you in waves, threatening things I should know nothing about. Things like violence, sex, pain, and domination. Your demeanor says it, and the rock hard cock pulsing in your jeans promises it.
I dressed knowing with a sixth sense that tonight was the night. My top cut so low a bounce will topple my breasts from their perch, the fabric doing nothing to hide the press of my nipple, the skirt wrapped lovingly around my hips, and my panty less pussy underneath. I was asking you, telling you I wanted it, and you’d give it tonight.
I’d already broken off from my friends, the din of the club a low throb as I stand in the back alley. The dark thickened like a cloud, filling me with fear and aching arousal. Oh, I was slick with it, the wet swish as I moved deeper into the unknown sounded audible in the silence.
“You lost?” Your voice is harsh and my heart starts a punishing gallop at the sound.
I stagger a little, projecting a hint of drunkenness and confusion as my steps falter. “Nah, I’m… I just need a little fresh air, ‘sall.”
You step out of the shadows and the weak light gives me a partial picture of you. Broad, tall, bigger than my five foot ten inch frame at its most plump. I can’t make out your exact features, but I don’t care. I want you regardless.
I trip along, hand braced along the wall and you don’t even pretend as though you’re not stalking me. The intent is like a vibration along my skin; the closer you come, the bigger it seem. I know without a doubt you’ll have complete control over me, merciless and exacting power. Instead of running I freeze as though cornered, I let you catch me.
“Hey! Let me go,” I garble out in some mock attempt at distress. You subdue my flailing with arms that circle like steel cables around me, dragging me against your solid body.
“I’ll scream.” The tremor in my voice could pass for fear, but I feel nothing of the sort as you fit my ass against the cock straining your jeans. Big and so ready. “Don’t hurt me.”
“Shut your mouth,” you hiss in my ear. “I won’t hurt you if you keep your mouth shut.”
A lie. Your hands hold too tight, the need gives you away. I go limp like I should though. “I’ll be good.”
“Yes.” You squeeze a breast, pulling it from its confines to torture a distended nipple until I squeak with the pain. “Be good and this will go easy.”
The humid feel of your breath on my face teases me, the rough play of your hand at my breasts, the way you find your way unerringly to my naked cunt, the slow grind of you into my backside… I smile into the darkness.
You’ll take and take, but I’m more than happy to give.
OH… MY… GAWD!!! I’m speechless! You just rolled over me like one of the biggest ocean waves in the Banzai Pipeline in Hawaii.
And once again, we travel in similar directions. Over 10 years ago I wrote a draft with a theme somewhat similar to yours here, from my male perspective, but written in the third person. I never finished it, but I still have it… Maybe I’ll have another look at it.
Aside from the impact this post had on me as a man… sentences like “Heat suffused my skin, leaving an indelible mark that burned my lips, tightened my breasts, and slicked my sex.” blow me away, as a guy who is an “attempted writer”. Once again, I’m genuinely impressed with your skill in word creations.
I liked writing this story a lot. Very arousing for me personally. But my biggest worry is that someone will perceive this as condoning things or implying that someone could be asking for it. This is just fiction I enjoy writing, and hopefully others find it as stimulating.
Very arousing for me again, after a second read just now, and even more so than earlier, since my wife is sound asleep, and I have more privacy than I did before. She’s read most of my stories, but I’m not sure how she’d react to me reading your story here. She’s not the jealous type, but she still might feel that my admiration for your writing is a little too enthusiastic.
I understand your concern about some people not understanding that this is only fiction to be read as a fantasy. It’s the main reason that I never finished that story I mentioned from ten years ago, because I knew it was very likely that some of my online readers at the time would be very offended by it, not understanding that it was only a fantasy, and not something that I would ever want to become anyone’s reality in real life. But this type of fantasy is always going to be controversial, and there will always be the risk of a hostile reaction for anyone who writes about it.
Compared to other online environments I’ve been involved with in the past, WordPress tends to be a more intelligent and literate online community in which most people believe that if you don’t like someone’s writing, then don’t read it or comment on it. Most of the readers here are also bloggers who post their own writing, and they have more respect for the writing of other bloggers than in other places I’ve been online. Unlike much of the online world, negative and hostile comments are rare on WP. But never say never… especially with this type of story.
In my haste to reply last time, I did a lousy job of proofreading my comment to you. Apologies.
Hm… I don’t know what to say to that. Perhaps have her read them as well? Would she enjoy this trope at all? Having never met me, you have a connection with the story, but not me. Though I’d be a liar if I wasn’t tickled about the fact that you enjoy my writing. If I manage publication, having one fan would be stellar.
I figured most people are intelligent enough especially on here, but I’ve recently had serious issues with someone who didn’t understand my fascination with this topic or BDSM. It caused me a whole lot of problems so I felt it was necessary to say explicitly that this was nothing but fiction. Or fantasy… Either way it isn’t something to be equated to real life.
I will write something to one of the photos you posted. I love writing stories based on photos.
A lousy job of proofreading your comment? No need for apologies to me, because I don’t see anything wrong with it.
I’m sorry if mentioning my wife made you feel uncomfortable, and if the situation was reversed, I probably wouldn’t know what to say either. It was dumb of me to bring up my wife at all, and a good example of why I probably shouldn’t be writing replies at 4 am when I’m feeling sleep deprived and not thinking clearly enough to realize that you don’t need to hear about personal issues that should only concern me and not concern you at all. Again, I’m sorry for my clumsiness and I’ll make sure it won’t happen again.
I really do enjoy your writing, and judging from the other comments here, other people do too. If you manage publication I’m sure that I will be only one fan of many that you’ll have.
I’m surprised and disappointed to read that you’ve been having serious issues here on WP with someone who doesn’t understand the intent of your writing. Maybe this person should just stop reading your writing and go read any of the other many thousands of posts here on WP instead of giving you a hard time about your writing.
If you can think of any way that I can help you with this problem, please let me know, and I’ll do my best. I can be very subtly persuasive in a positive way to help certain people find a new direction to take.
I’m sure that if you write something about one of the photos I’ve posted, that I’ll really enjoy reading it, so please do. 🙂
Oh! The comment about your wife didn’t make me uncomfortable. Just wasn’t sure what to say in response. Lol.
As for the reader who gave me issues, I think it’s resolved, but it’s more personal than anything else. Thanks for the offer of assistance. 🙂
Thanks for the reassurance, which I do appreciate, but I’m still going to be more careful about “thinking out loud” at 4 am in the morning, since it’s never been my best hour for anything, except for sleeping.
You’re welcome, and the offer of assistance is ongoing and always available. 🙂
I understand. Believe me, I do. And thanks. 🙂
Christ, girl. This stuff is good. Honest. It’s got my heart racing and my body reacting. *hugs and kisses*
I’m really glad you like it. It was doing the same thing to me.
This was awesome. I especially liked the last line.
Thanks. I was thinking about asking people for prompts.