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Oneiros’ path

Posted: July 3, 2015 in Erotica
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He walked, where, he couldn’t tell. There were no signs, buildings, landmarks, or in fact, anything at all. Only the path beneath his feet. A long, winding path, which seemed to stretch to the infinite.

He looked back, then forward. Side to side, up and down. Nothing. Only a path. So he kept walking upon it.

How he had got here (wherever here was), he didn’t know. His mind was a blank, and since no other option appeared to be any better, he just walked along the stone path. Or at least, it felt like stone. He couldn’t be sure. Feeling was a funny thing in this place.

Something caught his attention up ahead. Was that someone else? He squinted, but it was just maddeningly beyond his field of vision. The horizon was hazy; it shimmered like a desert road at noon. But he had definitely seen something just ahead, though it appeared to be gone now. So he kept walking.

The path stretched before him, and appeared to go on forever. It didn’t seem to lead anywhere in particular though. It occured to him that a path to nowhere was just one of the weirdest things ever, and yet, at the same time, it made perfect sense.

Movement again! This time definitely closer. Was that a woman? The ghostly figure had a female feel to it, even at a distance, he could have sworn it had been a woman. A naked woman, to be precise. For the first time, he became aware of his own nakedness. Curiously, he felt no embarrassment or awkwardness. He simply had a moment of matter-of-factly realization, sort of. He was naked, and that was that. Who was he to question such singularity, eh.

So he kept walking. After what felt like miles of a serpentine route through nowhere land, the path straightened up just a bit further ahead. In fact, there appeared to be a crossroads coming up.

And standing there, right at the crossroads, was his quarry. And yes, it certainly was a beautiful, naked woman.

She paid no heed to him, at first. She simply sat there, crosslegged, as if meditating, her back turned towards him. As he approached this strange apparition, he notice her slender body was decorated with queer signs and symbols that he could not readily identify. Her whole back was covered in these things, and her long red tresses seemed to conceal more of the queer drawings. He reached out with his hand to touch her, but her voice made him freeze in midair.
‘Runes,’ she said, and he withdrew his hand at once, as if backing off from fire. ‘My creator etched them on me, long ago.’
She stood up then, gracefully, unfolding her legs in a pure and nimble move. She stood with her back still turned towards him. He watched her every move, her every muscle working to lift that beautiful body. She was pale, yet there was an elegance and a purpose to her fair skin. He could not help but think of touching that slender shape, to run his fingers down her back and beyond, and feel her body react to his touch. Perhaps unsurprisingly, his cock began hardening at these thoughts.

He took a closer look at her body. Now that he was close enough, he realized that the runes were indeed carved on the woman’s body, rather than painted on. They were all over her body; down her legs, on her ass, and all the way up her back. He hadn’t seen her front yet, but he imagined the other side would be just the same.He tried to imagine who (or what) could have done that to such beautiful girl. The runes were done in painstaking detail; one could perceive minute details and nuances in them. The time that it must have taken to do that, not to mention the girl’s suffering. Yet, as a whole, the combination of flesh and arcane art had an unmistakable mysticism about it. The girl looked like a goddess.

Play time

Posted: July 3, 2015 in Erotica
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It’s raining outside. Droplets of water hit the glass pane, less than an inch from your hands.

You can see half the city from your vantage point inside this penthouse suite. The city of love opens up thirty floors below, just for you.

It is warm and quiescent inside. A stark contrast with the bustling world left behind for a few hours. But tonight is just for you and me. It is our time, away from everything and everyone.

The door clicks open then, and your heart skips a beat and becomes a runaway horse. The door clicks shut, and our world becomes our own.

‘Keep looking ahead,’ I say, and you nod your silent obedience.

‘Hands pressed against the window, palms flat, spread your legs open,’ and once again, you do as instructed.

I watch you from afar. Your body is gorgeous, it is the epitome of exotic foreign beauty. It deserves to be cherished and fucked hard.

‘I am going to pour oil down your back and spread it all over you. You will not move. Do you understand.’

‘Yes Sir.’

The rain outside becomes heavy. Water drops hit against the window pane as I open a bottle of massage oil and tilt it over your back. The fluid runs down your spine, and all the way down your ass. I run a finger from your neck all the way down your spine, and though I know how good this feels for you, you stay true to your word and remain immobile. Even when my finger slips shallow into your pussy from behind, you stay still, but there is a barely perceptible break in your breathing when you feel me inside you.

‘That’s such a good and beautiful girl.’

‘Thank you Sir.’

My finger probes further. Your pussy is soaked in cum, as it always is for me. I hear you let out a little moan. Further inside now, two fingers this time, looking for your G-spot. You can feel your pussy being gently explored, touched, with all the gentleness it deserves.

‘You like that, don’t you.’

You nod as your breathing turns heavier. Your pussy oozes cum right into my fingers, so I take them out and let you smell them.

‘Lick. Like a cat would.’

You obey, and you lick your own cum with short, fast strokes of your tongue.

‘Good girl. Hands still on the glass, do not come away from that window. Raise your ass.’

You do as commanded. Your body is fully exposed for me now, your dripping pussy stretched open.

‘Stay still.’ I loop my whip around your neck and pull your head back as I slide my cock into you. I hear you gasp as your pussy becomes a very willing participant in this game of kink and love. My cock fills it up nicely and completely, and your legs tremble ever so slightly when my cock glides in to the deepest part of you.

The bed

Posted: July 2, 2015 in Erotica
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The bed knew of darkness. Whatever lived in it dwelled there in a state of perpetual obscurity, after all. The wood and the springs that made the physical thing be were nothing but a empty husk. It (whatever it might have been, or was, or would ever be) silently filled such void, and made the bed become something altogether different.

Whatever it was, it preyed on flesh, and feasted on the lust and desire of men and women. It fed on sin. The lingering passion left behind by all those who had laid there throughout the years became its nepenthe, and it craved and longed for more, its hunger growing ever so insatiable. A storm of lust relentlessly swirled within the void of the bed’s own apostate soul, like an inexorable hurricane of pure sexual energy.

As the woman slept an uneasy, restless sleep, the bed stole the darkest figments of her fantasies and molded them according to its own profane whims. It searched the deepest recesses of her mind, ruthlessly snatching every piece of lustful thought she had ever had and swallowing it deep into its voracious maw.

She couldn’t see it, but as her naked body roamed the Sandman’s domain, the bed had started to shift. Its finely cut sheets had now transformed into long, unnatural appendages that twisted and coiled around themselves like the taut steel cables of a suspension bridge. One first, then two, then four of these monstrous limbs began to contort and braid the sleeping woman’s body, seeking to penetrate any natural opening they could find, longing to physically enter her and feed on the female energy which drove her own desire. Like a ghost rider it sought to spur her body into a paroxysm of ecstasy. In making the woman climax with the power of an army of lovers, the thing that lived in that bed would find its own wretched satisfaction. The more she enjoyed herself, the more its own vampiric lust grew, leeching the woman’s pleasure from deep within until there was nothing left.

And her helpless form just laid there, among a set of sheets that weren’t quite inert anymore, but moved, and touched, and skulked around like nightly creatures. She laid bare and vulnerable, and though her consciousness was somewhere else, her body had begun to react to this unholy stimulation.

Invocation

Posted: July 2, 2015 in Erotica
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The woman sat cross legged on the rough ground, and as a light rain began to fall on her bare body, she dipped her right hand into a small silver jug by her side, raised her arms, and held them aloft. The fluid oozed down her deeply tanned skin.

To the wraiths of the dim side of dusk, I hail thee. The crimson red moon shall lift the veil of the surrounding darkness and light up Hecate’s path. Oh, dark, listen to my plead.

The woman gathered some more fluid and rubbed it all over her arms and torso, and as she did, a cicada called into the night. A light zephyr lifted. The nearby bushes murmured a silent prayer, or perhaps a curse. On such a night, both were one and the same.

The woman’s body now glistened sensually under the fading moonlight. The clear fluid ran into every pore, into every crevice and curve, until it covered her with a smooth layer of moist that beautifully reflected the dancing shades of the night. She now reached for a velvet pouch she kept by her feet, undid the twine that held it closed, and tilted it onto her open palm.

Dust from a virgin’s tomb,’ she said, and blew. A silvery mist enveloped her, and as it did, the cicada’s song intensified. A cloud tinted in the darkest shade of grey drifted overhead, and even the night shivered with ominous anticipation. ‘Oh darkness, do listen and heed my call. I fear not what lurks within your bosom, my body is ripe for the succubus and the incubus. Watch my nakedness turn into an beacon of seduction. Take me, legions of Hecate. I seek for nothing else than a thunderstorm of pleasure to shake my body to the core. I implore you, and I beg you, ministers of the unseen and the unknown, grant me the ultimate ecstasy on this the wildest of nights.

Upon these words being uttered, a thick blanket of silence descended around her. The cicada’s night prayer ended just as abruptly as it had began, and the whispers of the forest became quiescent. Yet, the silence brewed with something else. Something unseen, but powerful. The world around the naked woman stood silent, expectant. She breathed in deeply, and the night’s aroma was laced with a musky odor. That bittersweet, indescribable but instantly recognizable odor that lingers in a room where lovers have spent a whole night unleashing a storm of uncaged desire. She breathed such aroma in deep into her, relishing every ounce of it, feeling her own desire grow with every breath she took. The moisture on her body now gathered the very power of the night, and as she prepared her body for the sensual wonders that hid beneath the spells she cast, something touched her hair.

She smiled and closed her eyes.

There were thorns

Posted: June 30, 2015 in Erotica
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And there were edges, and a slice of rented passion.

There was a kaleidoscope of forces that stung the night alive for you and I, and we fucked, and when we did, angels and demons sang together in an unholy alliance.

There were thorns in the throne of us, and our bed became a shelter, a haven for lovers, harboring the desire of you and I. The thorns oozed blood and cum, and the scent of ozone and passion drifted in the stormy air as we fucked like thunder, succumbing to pure lust, and beyond the veil of tainted love we sought redemption for ourselves.

Breathe

Posted: June 30, 2015 in Erotica
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‘Do you believe in fate,’ he said, almost in a whisper, as he entered her. ‘Do you believe in the energy that brought us together on this night’?

She parted her legs a bit further, her pussy now stretched open as his cock moved inward. She could feel every inch of him as the male flesh filled her up. ‘I do,’ and she embraced him, and nibbled at his neck as he took her. ‘I do believe.’

And she did.

He looked deep into her eyes, his cock now fully inserted in her body. He could feel her pussy beginning to ooze around his shaft as her muscles clenched to hold him in. The sensation was divine. She was breathing shallow, anticipating his thrusts. She wanted him so badly! She looked at him, and moved her body a bit down to further take him into her, every single inch of that cock as deep into her body as possible. She moaned and bit her lip, feeling her pussy dilating to accommodate his girth.

‘Breathe slow and deep as I fuck you. Take air as I move into you, understand?’

She nodded with urgency, still looking into his eyes.

He thrust forward then, and she almost yelled with pleasure. At the same time, she breathed in, deeply, as he had told her.

‘Good girl,’ he whispered. ‘Keep breathing me in.’

She did. Every time he rammed his cock into her, she breathed it in, feeling his flesh dig deeper into her every time. But it was more than physical. She could feel his very essence flowing into her, and every time she took air, her very soul became aware of his. He was far from the only lover she had ever had, but the very first one to awaken her in such a primordial level. His words and his body fused into her own being, entwining with her deepest self. She embraced him tighter.

‘Keep looking into me as we fuck,’ he said. ‘Don’t let go of my stare.’

She didn’t. The two lovers kept fucking and breathing each other, and their eyes remained locked the whole time. And when she came, the orgasm was savage, intense, and everlasting. She came for what seemed like an eternity, and all the while he kept pumping his cock into her, lifting her body right off the bed, making her scream with raw delight.

Him

Posted: June 29, 2015 in Erotica
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I bathed in Sir’s cum today. I rubbed His very essence all over me. Every pore, every crevice of me is full of sweet desire.

My whole body smells of Him, my skin is coated with His scent. My body is permeated with the musky aroma of sex, and it’s keeping me aroused, all the time.

As I walk around in work, His essence drifts up from my breasts, my belly, my swollen pussy. His cum drips from inside of me, soaking my panties. I would love for Him to be here now, for Him to yank off those wet panties and have Him stuff them in my mouth so I could taste our cum while he fucks me.

I stare blankly at the computer screen, but cannot concentrate. Someone says I have to write a report, and I just smile and nod politely, then pretend to type. I am way too aroused to think of anything but sex with Him. His muscles, His dark skin, His hard cock inside all my openings. I salivate like a well trained dog at the thoughts of obeying Him.

It has only been three hours since we were together, but I can’t wait to see Him again, to have Him all for myself. I crave His touch, I like the way He uses my body in any way that pleases Him. And I adore to bare and expose my flesh so He can watch, and run His cock all around my natural cavities, teasing me, feeling Him getting harder until His cock is a mighty and virile muscle of lust ready for me. I love to smell and lick His precum, His fluid. His gift to me. I enjoy deepthroating that cock, and having it spill its precious load deep into me. I know how much He enjoys to empty Himself in me. I take it all in, every drop of His cum, without hesitation.

It’s lunchtime. I’m thinking of locking myself in the bathroom and touch myself. I am so turned on that I’ll probably cum in seconds, and will have to put a hand over my mouth to stifle my moans, as usual. But it is a nice day outside, so I might go for a walk instead, and think of Him, think of how He takes my body and how He makes me feel. I am honored to be His, and will lap every last inch of His body upon His command.

More reports in the afternoon. I didn’t touch myself, so I’m hornier still. The clock is going backwards, it seems. My pussy is swollen and throbs with every beat of my heart, aching for His tongue. I would love to spread my legs right now and have Him lick me from under the desk. My cum would gush out right onto his open mouth, and I would scream as I came.

A text from Him: “When you get home, I will be waiting in our room. You shall undress to your panties, come upstairs, crawl onto our bed, and take my cock in your left hand. You will lick it, but not suck it. Run your tongue up and down the shaft. With your right hand, you will open your pussy and take some cum from inside it. Rub that cum all over my cock until it’s fully coated and then take it deep into your throat.’

I smile, and think ‘Yes Sir, I shall do that for you.’

Can’t wait to get home to Him.