1. Don’t waste a moment between the thought and the action. Don’t second guess anything that ignites a flame. Do what comes natural to you because she needs her monster.
2. Cut her soft, heavy breasts with your knife and squeeze them to coat your fingers with her liquid soul.
3. Wipe your bloody hands in her hair and hold her head while you fuck her mouth and then spill your seed on her bloody chest.
4. Smear your seed over the cuts in her skin and push it into her body. Show her that there is a fourth way to penetrate her.
5. Mark her as your territory; piss on her to wash the blood and the remainder of your semen away. Make her smell like you as a warning to other monsters that she is yours.
6. Kiss her while she cries. Hold her while she sobs. Cradle her in your arms like she cradles you in her heart and body. Tell her that she belongs to you. Tell her that you belong with her. Tell her that she has never been more beautiful.

The lovely devoshn mentioned that she was beginning to believe that I could write about watching paint dry and make it sound… interesting. That sounded like a challenge to me.

This is in response to Shidonae’s poem Passion.

And the night of numbness gives way to fire. Fire in eyes, fire in breath, fire in touch. A burning that only diving head-first into smoldering wetness will relieve.

“Let go,” he said, and she gazed back uncomprehendingly through half-lidded eyes. She had no thoughts left to process the series of sounds he uttered. Yet, his meaning was clear; surrender.

And as claws of steel entered her above and below, as hungry teeth peeled the skin off her nipple, as reality became a slippery fish in her soapy hands, she thought, So this is what it feels like…

And then she let go.
then she let go.
she let go.
let go.
go.
.

This is in response to Shidonae’s poem You Asked…

You are feigning annoyance with me although your smile beams at me when you think I am not looking. It is late and we have just finished watching a movie, all warm and cozy next to each other. You are wearing a short knitted dress that magically rolled up during the movie, giving me a perfect place to put my hand. Absentmindedly petting you, I can feel the slightest shift in your hips, pushing into me, indicating how much you enjoy my touch.

Earlier I told you that I had a special present for you but wouldn’t tell you what it is. You “love” surprises. You are growing more and more impatient, trying to tickle me during the movie to make me tell you. In fun, I swat one of your cheeks lightly, just to remind you who really is in charge here. “Be patient, girl.” And you try a cute little pouting look but I don’t relent, hearing a small contented sigh as you settle down with your head against my chest again.

Now that the movie is over, you renew your efforts to find out what your surprise is. You even go so far as to imply that if I don’t show it to you now, I will not be “getting any” later.

As if.

But I have indeed had my fun with this and it is certainly time to show you. With a smile, I stand, gently reaching out and hooking my arm around your waist to pull you closer, claiming a passionate kiss. Each kiss gets more and more urgent. When the first breathless moan escapes from you, I reach up with my free hand and grasp your hair at the back of your head. Hard. You gasp and your eyes widen from the sudden change in intent.

Without our eyes locked, I back you up firmly to a clear area of the wall behind you. I grab your hip and use it to spin you around to face the wall. Soundlessly, I crush you against the wall, making a girl-sandwich between the wall and me. I bend your head to one side and bite you not too gently by the nape of your neck. I notice with pleasure that if I hadn’t been pushing you against the wall, your suddenly sagging knees would not have held you up.

“Good girl. Obey me. Just pay attention to what you feel,” I say into your ear in a low voice. You start to speak and pull back your head when you feel my hand over your mouth. “No speaking, girl. Just feel.” I can feel you trying to nod your head to acknowledge me, face pressed against the cool plaster wall.

I grasp your wrists firmly, one in each hand. I pull your hands above your head and them high against the wall. “Hold your hands there,” I instruct, “do not remove them, no matter what.” I hear how your breathing is becoming more ragged, more excited.

You hold your hands in place when I release them. I wait for a second and when no response is forthcoming, I lean forward and whisper in your ear, “Do you understand, girl?”

You nod, making your lovely hair undulate and you say in a little voice, breathless, “Yes, Massster.”

I step back and admire the view. Your dress has crept up again and I can see the bottom of your cheeks peeking out underneath, round and inviting. Holding your hands to the wall above your head shows off your curves in a really nice way. I am pleased that you wore a dress I would approve of tonight. And you are obediently panty-less.

“Close your eyes, girl.”

Knowing you will not peek, I retrieve your present. It is a simple vibrator designed with a bulbous head especially designed to hook behind your pubic bone and rest on top of your g-spot. As soon as I saw it I knew I wanted to try it on you.

As I move towards you with the toy in hand, I try to decide whether to slide it in gently and slowly, to let you savor the penetration in detail, or to shove it in more roughly and quick. I decide for the latter because you had already been right about something today and are being quite brattily smug about the whole thing.

Wordlessly, I indicate to you that I want you to part your legs by tapping on the inside of your ankles with my foot. Not too wide, but increasing your sense of vulnerability, of being open and exposed to me. I push up your dress so that your ass is in full view, skin cooling in the air, breathing faster as you know something is coming, but not what. I feel an appreciating twitch in my cock; It’s a delicious ass that I own.

I press my hand in the small of your back and you arch your back, jutting out your ass at me. I slowly squat behind you and I can’t stop myself from giving you a gentle love-bite. You squirm, but those hands remain planted on the wall, eyes closed. I marvel at how soft your skin is, how I can already smell how excited you are.

I position the vibrator with its soft, wide, flattened tip aligned with your g-spot and I grasp a curvy hip and decisively push the vibrator into you. You gasp, loudly and involuntarily push back against the intruder. You are already so wet that the insides of your thighs are moist, yet I feel the resistance of the curved head of the vibrator passing your pubic bone, before it is almost pulled away from my hand as your cunt caves in around it and forces it in place. You involuntarily fuck your hips forward from the motion inside you and your ass jiggles delightfully.

My hand on your hip tightens, and you slowly jut out your ass towards me, so slowly you arch your back and again expose all your goodies to me, now spread around the white handle of the vibrator. It’s such a beautiful sight, my wide open cunt involuntarily grasping at the toy in you.

For the time span of a few breaths I bury my nose in the soft flesh of your ass cheek as I grasp the handle of the vibrator and move it back and forth inside you, while still keeping the head firmly lodged against your g-spot. This gets a reaction from you and I feel your muscles twitch underneath the lovely padding of your cheek.

I switch on the vibrator and within a heartbeat you start moaning. It looks like you are fighting yourself from fucking your hips forward. The motion is slight but I can tell what your body wants, even though you are trying to control yourself. I straighten my legs and grasp the dildo again and start moving it back and forth. You give me the most satisfying, prolonged almost grunt-like sound.

“It seems that my slut likes being stuffed,” I remark close to your ear and I see a little pink tongue-tip moisten your lips. You remember to nod.

“Do you like this?” I ask.

“Mmmm-hmmmm, oh” you answer, breath caught in your throat as I increase the speed of the motor.

I release the dildo but it won’t go anywhere even though you are standing up because of its shape inside you. That and the fact that your cunt is greedily squeezing it. I nudge your ankles again with my foot, indicating that I want you to put your feet together. You obey, straightening your back. That apparently feels good, perhaps the changed angle of the vibrator causes it to rub harder against your g-spot. The increased sensation is making you jerk, causing your round ass to jiggle seductively.

As I stroke your hair, you start to settle down, arching your back again. I notice that you relax a little bit.

Hmmm…

Apparently there is a correlation between your hips being thrust forward and increased intensity for you. Chuckling to myself I think that I can’t let you off the hook on that one.

I slap your ass hard enough to make it tingle and sting. You gasp and your hips thrust forward in an instinctive reaction. As you thrust forward the vibrator rubs, quite roughly I imagine, your g-spot and also fucks inward a bit. A surprised gasp escapes your throat as you throw back your head.

You hold your hips forward for maybe two heartbeats, apparently frozen in the intense sensation of your stinging cheek and your tingling g-spot. Again I stroke your hair until you start to relax and arch your back voluntarily, the vibrator provocatively sticking out between your glistening cunt-lips. I notice that the handle is wet.

“You are soaking your brand new toy, slut. I don’t have to remind you what to do with it once I am done playing with you, do I?” I ask sternly.

“No, Ma—” you start moaning but are interrupted by another stinging slap to your other ass cheek. “…ah!” you exclaim and again your hips push forward and you are treated to a stinging cheek and a resonating buzz against your more and more sensitive g-spot. I notice with pleasure that your ass is jiggling from the twitching of your muscles underneath.

“Mmmmm… I enjoy playing with my beautiful toy. I like to use her with another toy,” I purr in your ear. I can’t tell if you heard me; your eyes are closed and you are panting shallow breaths.

I slap your ass again, and we are both treated to the same reaction. I keep up this pattern — slap, wait for the instinctive arch of your back as you absorb the sensations, slap — until your cheeks are bright red, hot, and you are moaning continuously. I am pleased when you beg, “Pleeease, Massssster, may I cooooome?”

“Soon.”

A wordless whine emerges from depths of your throat. You hate being denied permission to cum.

I reach between your thighs and coat my index finger with your copious juices now dripping down your trembling thighs. My other hand cups your breast for a second and then take the most perfect, pink nipple between my thumb and index finger. I tweak your nipple, hard, you shudder. Your moans are turning into whimpers.

You arch your back sharply and push hip against my hard-on. I look down and your ass thrust out as far as you can, with the vibrator sticking out. God, that’s a perfect view. I position my pussy-lubed finger at your asshole and push it in, hard. When you sense the new invader you push your hips forward, squealing plaintively. There’s no escape for you up against the wall, and I continue to push my finger in.

You begin to plead, “Mmmast…” but you can’t keep enough blood going to your brain to finish the sentence. When two fingers are lodged in your asshole, I growl in your ear.

“Come for me, slut!”

There is a moment of relaxed bliss in your features before the roller-coaster drop takes you and you scream in your beautiful voice. And just a heart-beat after you start coming, I pinch your nipple cruelly, adding yet another layer onto the storm of sensations throwing around your little boat of sanity. You body is wracked with an intense orgasm, another, and another. Your knees start to buckle and, at that moment of total surrender to me, you are so precious to me that I lean in and growl into your ear, “You are mine!”

Gigi is the name of the vibrator I used for a mental picture as I was writing. There is a picture of it here.

This is in response to SubGirl’s poem The power of the storm.

This is in response to Shidonae’s poem How Do I Thank You.

This is in response to Shidonae’s poem Will You.

This is in response to Khandroma’s heart-wrenching vignette With Beginning.

This is in response to Khandroma’s vignette Permission.

This in response to Khandroma’s vignette Primal Fire.

“Do not be afraid,” he said, and squeezed her hand in his.

“I belong with you as completely as you belong to me.”

And with that, he lifted a palmful of water and let it drip into her hair.

This is in response to Shidonae’s poem Transcendance.

This is in response to Shidonae’s incredibly romantic poem I Open My Eyes.

This is in response to Shidonae’s poem Unnamed Bloom.

This is in response to Shidonae’s poem The Offering.

This is in response to Shidonae’s poem Confession.