A Birthday Scene
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The door is ajar to his basement apartment, warm aromas drift as I enter.

It is quiet except for the occasional sound of a Tibetan bowl softly ringing
in the distance... I like the way he plays with the dark and the light—
simultaneously, almost sacrilegious somehow...

I leave my shoes in the outer room and enter the dark inner chamber,
which is draped with deep red and black cloth, faintly lit with tiny star-lights
beneath and above the drapes.

I hear a voice behind me now.
“Leave your clothes on the hook.”

I quickly undress and get down on my knees on the soft padded surface, facing an altar
of various objects on the floor, with tall mirrors around it, against the wall.

I stretch my arms upward and he moves quickly behind me and takes both my wrists.

“How do you want it?” He asks.

“Rough” I reply.

He grabs a handful of my hair from under and behind my neck, swiveling me around and
pushing me down into the bedding on the floor.

No further words are spoken as the ritual begins...

I feel his cold bare foot on my upper back, pushing;   I resist a little and he pushes back—
but not too hard at first...

Reaching down and pulling on my hair, he thrusts my neck and head back towards him, slipping the leather blindfold down over my eyes.  ...I like the smell.

“Lie down.”
“On your side—knees to your chin!”

I know the position and what it's for.
My fleshy labia push out between the back of my thighs and there is a breeze across my ass.
I feel cold lube being spread from front to back. Will he use the long thick glass dildo like he
did last time?    I can feel his warm breath on my back.

He's still got a large fistful of my hair and he pulls me back up onto my knees so quickly with this grip that I catch my breath. Now he's walking me around the room on my hands and knees, my long hair as a leash, occasionally twisting me around and pushing me down onto my back—
at first slapping my breasts, then pinching my nipples; then I'm back up on my hands and knees crawling while he's pushing me along with his foot again ...this goes on long enough to disorient me—where am I in this large cavernous room?

He lets go of my hair and I fall back on my knees, facing away.   Silent anticipation.

I suddenly hear the whisk of tails slicing through the air and feel them make contact with my back —almost too soft at first, but quickly ramping up; over and over, gaining momentum—harder and harder until I am breathing in rhythm with the motion and the impact and it all feels like one wave
of movement together.  He keeps at it until I am giddy and my back is very warm.

With one quick motion the flogging has stopped and I hear the rustle of something that I will learn later was a condom wrapper.   He pushes me forward onto my hands and knees again and I suddenly feel something very hard slipping inside me from behind—into my pussy, not even slowly—deep...deeper—is it the glass cock?  A growl comes from somewhere within my throat.

He's breathing deliberately into my ear, biting the earlobe, how hard can she take it?  A hand reaches around and puts a clamp on first one nipple, then the other as he continues to slam deep inside of me, I'm now realizing it  IS his cock,  I'm screaming with every thrust,  he's not making
a sound  ...I'm getting dizzy with sensation and suddenly he pulls out, lubes quickly and enters my ass—I can't believe he's fucking me...we've only had one other S&M encounter and that was
a year ago, and I remember by the time he was done with me I was upside down in a chair, my neck bent, him thrusting a thick glass rod in my cunt until I drenched everything and finally begged for mercy—out of breath.

This time it's his cock and it's in my ass—how did he know that this is my ultimate high! ...now he's got both hands on my neck, almost around my throat, pulling me back into him by my shoulders, deep, hard, long and fast, in and out strokes until I hear him begin to moan  ...is he coming?

He pulls out and pushes me down, face grinding into the bristly carpet, partially sliding off onto
the cold wooden floor...am I drooling?  I can't think anymore...surrender...it's been so long since
I've really let go... WHY has it been so long?  ...I'd almost forgotten how good it feels, but now
I get to remember again...  my body feels like abalone flesh that's been hammered until the muscle
just gives up  ...surrender....my breathing begins to slow as my head swims ...and then I feel more cold lube being spread across my labia.

I feel his firm cool hand slipping up inside me.

“He's thin, his hands are small, he's gonna get way in there”—I'm actually able to form this thought
and then I relax into it—that sweet pain of expansion and opening to allow a wrist to slide past
and on UP and in    .....ahhhhhhhhhhhh.....

Now he's shaking his whole arm furiously, hand still deep inside and the vibration travels all the way up...I'm breathless with the conflicting sensations of pleasure and pain and...  don't stop!...
... he's not stopping as I scream and gasp and growl, clutching at the edges of the carpet...
the windows are open...   are his neighbors in this apartment building hearing all of this?

“are you gonna come?     are you?     DO IT!”

I don't usually come on command    ...I can't think anymore ...I feel myself release—he slips his hand out and I fall limp—into a sweet puddle....

Soon I'm being led off to the shower, my whole body is still vibrating, a buzz of energy flowing...

 

“Next time, I put the ball-gag on you.”

 

 

© Sin 2007

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