WalkingBase

"sex is my only real hobby"

SOMEBODY FUCK ME. YOU THERE IN THE GREY SHIRT, THIS WAY PLEASE

This is an ongoing short story I started writing. I am stilling writing it so occasionally it will get longer, which will be shown through different color type.

Obediently kneeling before him as he lounged in his comfy chair I couldn’t help but wonder what his skin would taste like. I suppressed the urge to rise up and trace the curve of his hip with the tip of my tongue, to gently bite down on his flesh just to feel him between my teeth.  I shuddered with the thought, a blush tinged my cheeks and I ducked my head even lower. How could I blush when he was the one so casually nude while I remained fully clothed? I peeked another glance up at him, wishing I could run my hand over his thighs, up is chest and through his light dusting of brunette curls.

I felt more than heard him move, it was like he made the air dance in front of my face just by leaning forward, sliding his naked body further down the satiny fabric of the upholstery. I watched him lean in so close to my face he could kiss me with the barest of movement. I was in the middle of thinking I wished he would when he gently reached up and caressed the side of my face, his hands were smooth. Silky. I leaned into all that softness, closed my eyes and sighed. His hand slid away from my cheek and I gave a small sound in protest. Just as gently he cradled my neck and pulled, guiding me up and forward so I had to place my hands on the satiny fabric of the chair to keep my balance. He kissed me then, almost chaste. Just a brush of the lips.

I deepened the kiss, I tried to press my passion into him so I could show him how he made me feel. I tried to devour him through his mouth, like I could drink him down with that one connection. I reached up and ran my hands through his brunette locks. His hair was spilled down his back, longer then my own. I could spend all day just touching that softness, rub my face in it like a cat and languish in his scent. I was leaned so far into him my entire body pressed into his, I could feel the solidness of his body beneath my own. I could feel him growing hard pressed against my stomach. The need to feel him against me skin was overwhelming, I tried to pull away to tell him or to just rip my clothes off and be done with it but he held me in place. You couldn't tell by looking at him that he was so strong, he was all lean muscle and slight definition.

Accidental Sex. Is that like I fell and their just happened to be a erection in the way?

I'm in that quiet place, where nothing can touch me. I can't move, can't talk. This is no longer my life, I'm free for that one day. No one notices, there not expected to. It's typical. It's freeing. As long as I'm here they can't tell that I'm not. I can read my books and watch my movies, I can be in there with them. I can be her. I can matter and affect change. I can love and fuck only as a goddess can. Nothing can stop me. No one knows what I am, for there has never been one like me. They don't know they should be cowering. It's easy to go in for the kill, I can just sidle up and smile. You don't know me, but I know you. One day I will be her. I may play the submissive, but we can only play so long. One day you will cower. You will tremble. You will like it. 

- A

Screw You

I'm not extreme to say the least. I've seen pictures on how far bsdm can go and I'm all about to each their own but personally I find nothing erotic about it at all. For example I once saw a picture of a woman whose ass had been beat until it was bloody, or peircing your back repeatidly just for the sake of it. How can that be enjoyable? Obviously to someone it was. I've always held a stand of no judgement, as long as it isn't illegal and both parties consent blah blah blah no judgement. But from some people I've met all they do is judge. I'm under the understanding that bsdm means different things to different people. That many people incorporate peices of it into there lives and sex lives from all levels, whether it be light spanking or full out human slavery. But the one thing I thought was awlays understood on sites like these is respect for what others are into no matter how light or extreme they want it. And lately i've found the respect just isn't there. Like your expected to fit into this mold of what they think bdsm means and if you don't measure up than your a fake or phony. Like your just trying to take people for a ride when in fact maybe your just inexperienced or shy or just not that into you and are too polite to tell you to fuck off. 

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i don't know who you think you are but before the night is through, i want to do bad things with you