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When your life is ruled by desire, where does the road to fulfillment end? When one’s existence is an endless sexual fantasy, how does one’s mind find rest and tranquility?

There is an energy that’s both vital and dark, and when it flows through you, every nerve ending and every pore secretes sin. And there is another side to us, isn’t there. A relic left behind by the heathen gods of sex and impurity, the lust and the ardor of long gone deities that guide the bodies of men and women as they fuck, playing with our bodies like wily puppeteers.

And what is sin, but the gift bestowed upon mankind to find out who they truly are. It is the tool to self-realization and freedom. Sin is the key that must turn twice before opening the portal to the other side of us, where the id slumbers, and breathes, and whispers things that feed off sin, and viceversa. The mind vicariously plays a tag game with darkness and the light, and in the realms of fantasy and devotion to the sinful reality, light does not always prevail.

So an obsidian night is inside of me, dark as a mother’s womb, and the force of arcane runes simmers right beneath my eyes, and in the heat of the moment, the puppeteers laugh and play their serpentine game of hide and fuck.
Desire is the bride in black, the maniac with a grin, and the ghost of your own fear. Desire speaks to you, sometimes loud enough to drown out the voice of reason and correctness. Desire takes you with the same impunity as an incubus fucks a sleeping female. Desire is the shadow that stalks your conscience, the mask that conceals the true face of your animal instinct. Desire is impish, and pitiless. It is cruel, too, for it strikes at any time, and the cravings are not always easily fulfilled.

There is a darkened room inside the id, a crawling space with only a sliver of clarity piercing its hollow. The animal instinct sits there, waiting. Not quite asleep, but not quite awake either. For some, it never rises. For some, the animal sleeps an unjust slumber, quietened by the aversion to reveal itself, its flame quenched by fear, and repression.

But others embrace its wicked charm, and absorb the power of its lure. The instinct awakens, breaking free of its moorings, and takes you over. And at that moment, the ties that bind your freedom are severed, and the beast is loose and ready to do your bidding.

There is no altruism in the beast’s intentions, nor there is pity, or a sliver of care. When those cabalistic instincts take over, the darker side of the id unsheathes its scepter of pleasure, and smites down anything in its path. Desire, as eternity itself, is relentless.

So the bride in black walks down the lingering shadows of the human body, ravaging men and women alike, for desire is not just the property of man.
And I’d rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints, as the song goes.

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demon

It’s always the same dream. Or nightmare, can’t decide which.

I lay on my bed, only it isn’t my bed. It’s her bed. The sheets are black and the walls are the colour of spilled blood. There is a small window above my head, and a wooden door to my right. A little moonlight beams through the window. I am naked, and it’s cold. My nipples are hard.

Then, there is a noise just outside the door. A clinking of keys, a latch being undone. The door opens, slowly. She comes in, and a sliver of darkness follows her. I am scared, and yet, I feel a twinge deep inside my belly, and my pussy instantly fills with fluid when I see her. She just stands there, at the threshold, watching me. I can’t see her eyes behind the mask, but I know she’s watching. I can feel her stare crawling up all over me. My body writhes, both in fear and in excitement. I want her.

Then the door opens fully, and I can discern another shape behind her. I try propping myself up on my elbows, but she orders me not to move, so I lay still. She moves a little forward and then the moonlight falls upon the face of her companion. It is another woman. Short, red hair, and round breasts with reddish nipples. She has her naked, tethered to her hand, and collared.

In complete silence, she closes the door and secures the latch.

‘Open your legs, slave,’ she says, and I obey without hesitation. Then, she pulls on the redhead’s collar and says ‘Climb onto the bed on all fours and lick her pussy.’ The redhead does as commanded. Soon, her tongue is lapping at my swollen clit, as Mistress holds her tether. The redhead’s tongue feels sweet as it probes around my pussy. Fluid oozes out from within me when I feel that piece of female flesh tasting me, entering me. That tongue darts in and out of my open pussy, I feel it curling up and attempting to reach my G-spot. I moan loudly and thrust forward with my hips, I want that tongue so deep inside of me!

‘You will ask Mistress permission to cum, do you understand?’

I nod and sigh as my breathing quickens. The redhead’s tongue is now circling around my exposed clit, right around its little fleshy hood, filling it with saliva, and mixing it with my own natural moisture. I writhe faster as the licking beat hastens and deepens. Clutching at the sheets I open myself as much as I can, exposing my body, and with an expert thrust, the redhead inserts her tongue all the way into my open tunnel of pleasure. I almost scream when she curls her tongue up, almost rubbing against my G-spot. My legs begin quivering, I feel I have crossed the point of no return, so I shout asking for permission to cum, and then the pressure inside my pussy intensifies, somehow. It feels as if the redhead’s tongue has expanded inside of me, so I look down, puzzled, and I see that her face has changed. Her eyes are a blazing green, and her features are ghostly pale, and inhuman-like. She is looking up at me as her tongue probes deeper and harder than anyone else ever has. I can feel her flesh inside my pussy, her saliva dripping all over me. The pleasure is incredibly sensual, and terrifying at the same time.

‘Make her cum, now,’ Mistress says as she pulls hard at the redhead’s collar. ‘I want to see her cum gushing out.’

There is kind of snarl coming out of the redhead’s throat, and then her tongue begins rolling around inside my pussy. I feel such an overwhelming desire to cum, my entire body writhes, caught in the throe of a savage orgasm. My clit begins to throb, and I scream, and that tongue keeps moving inside me, twisting and coiling around the walls of my pussy, and the redhead’s eyes are not really human anymore, and I can’t care less. All I care about is my time to cum, my orgasm, my ecstasy. So I scream as I cum, and Mistress pulls the redhead out of me and my fluids shoot out in a rising arc. My pussy keeps pumping cum, and a lot of it lands on the redhead’s body, only the body is shifting, turning male. I don’t understand any of it, but I see Mistress smiling, so I know she’s pleased. I cum for her, and as my body writhes and orgasms, the pleasure is wild and primordial. I keep cumming for what feels like an eternity of pleasure. My mind is caught in a whirlwind of carnal delight, and though I am still afraid, my sexual desire negates all else.

The orgasmic ripples subside a little, and my chest rises and falls with heavy breathing. My pussy tingles, flooded with cum, and dripping the redhead’s saliva. Only the redhead is now a well-shaped man, and his cock is hard and glistening. He’s looking at me with the lust of a beast waiting to be uncaged.

‘Good slave,’ Mistress says. ‘I am very pleased with you. As a reward, my pet is going to fuck your every hole.’
The redhead thing smiles, and his eyes blaze green as he moves closer. I can only close my eyes and feel.
It is my reward, after all.

Bound

Posted: June 26, 2015 in Erotica
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There is an inherent beauty to a bound female body. The ropes braid around both flesh and soul, coiling around limbs with soft, twisting, sinful absolution, bringing pleasure to the flesh and freedom to the spirit.

Such gift is the paradigm of trust and the culmination of the deepest of bonds between two human beings. The faith and reliance on one another surpasses any other feeling there is, to know that what is done, is done with the greatest of respects and dedication to your lover.

The female body thus becomes a blank canvas on which to express one’s gratitude, and more importantly, one’s creativity, because where there is willingness, anything is possible. Two lovers who trust each other become a force of nature, a maelstrom of energy which spews all around them. The ropes turn into conduits for such powerful beams of unseen intensity.

I firmly believe that lust and desire is the primordial basis upon which everything else is built upon. The drive to seek fulfilment in pleasure, and to pleasure others, usually negates all other emotions. And when such connection is mutual, there is no end to what is possible. To cross that threshold of mutual certitude and conviction in the other person’s feelings becomes nothing short of a faithful obsession, and thus the sexual encounter turns into a higher level experience that goes well beyond the mere physicality of it.

There is something else inside, something that is born out of a pool of desire from within, a feeling that permeates the lovers’ bodies and drives them on. Those ropes glow with the power of a thousand thrusts, and in the dark or in the light, there is no need to hide anymore.

The Keeper

Posted: June 2, 2015 in Erotica
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Feel the ropes braiding your body, these cords that transform your flesh into a work of artful submission. Taste the tight coils of binding desire wrapping around you.

I am your Keeper, I yearn to chasten you, to take you as I please. Your soul was born into bondage, let me shine a lustful light to guide it home.

Bend your arms and part your legs. The crimson streaks on your skin will carve your Master’s will. Let your Keeper quench your thirst for pleasure and pain. The palms of your hands under my gaze shall prove your devotion, show them to me. I will enter your body and make you rejoice in your thrall.

The rope that swathes around your body tightens its grip, biting into you as I thrust. Every muscle in your body feels the primordial, bewitching power weaved into it.

We become an entity of raw list as we live and fuck through this moonless night. Sounds of native symbiosis dispel our misguided inhibitions.

I am your Owner, your Lover

I am your Keeper, forever eternally.