Perdition

Flash Fiction Friday is upon us...............yet again.  Please visit all my playmates in this endevour to keep the creative juices flowing.  But, as I always hope, start with me:) xo  

  

Click on the link to access blog links and read my prurient playpals interpretations of today's photograph:  Flasher Fiction Friday   

The tumblers of the lock fell into place as he twisted the key.  He opened the cellar door and the light knifed, inched slowly, bathing her face. She was ready; prepared in the dress he wanted her to wear: crinoline and lace, satin straps and ribbons but no underwear......no panties, still.

How long would she have to endure, to pretend.......to want him? How long had she been here, been stolen from her life, her home and family?

"Yes, Master..............."

How long would she have to welcome his twisted affections in the darkness? 

Oh, God.......hear me, find me or let me die……………….....………

Forever

Pushed up against the wall of the bedroom, I take you with nothing but raw need. Yes, powerful need that makes me just want to push your spine against the wall, raise your hips and impale you with my hugely engorged cock.  And God damn it, I am hard yet again...

 I have your legs parted and your hips against the wall.  I bend my knees just slightly and ram the full length of my cock up inside you and you are so fucking wet, baby, it just slides in to the hilt.  Iam balls deell in your delicious open hungry pussy and I hold it there; oh yes, right there; for a few presious, magic and stunning moments before I begin the thrusting and the pushing, the long rythmic in and out and in and out and in and out.  Oh God, your pussy is so burning hot it is scorching my cock as I push as far up into you as I can then pull back until the slick fat purple head just brushes your outter lips before he slams up inside you again and again.

And OH MY FUCKING GOD AGAIN!!!

I…I am so deep in you it feels as if my huge fat swollen balls are up inside you.  They are slickly wet; covered with the juices that seem to stream out of your stretched and filled pussy. Over and over, I literally dive into you.  Your face has become a distant mask of passion; here, yet not here. You are in another dimension, riding my stiff plunging cock like a Valkyrie riding in the clouds astride a winged steed.  Your jaw is slack, your breathing loud, loud as a cannon roar, panting, moaning, coming up from your lungs so that it's a deep husky roar. 

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And my husky voice whispers your name...............

"David, David.............more, deeper, harder. I want you inside me

forever"

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And I want to be there, to stay there, to live there; with my cock absolutely buried up inside your center; at your core, feeling your essence.

And then Baby, there is no turning back, nor would we wish to. We both begin to cum; to fire, to launch, to leave the earth and seemingly leave our feet. My thick precious semen rumbles deep in my balls screaming for release and rockets out of my cock deep, deep into you. Your body is wracked, lurching, spasming as you cum in heavy tidal waves of orgasm.

We are pinned to the wall, unable to do anything but ride out this cataclysmic rush of fire and ice; love and lust. Oh my God, I feel as I am going to cum forever and I shoot two three four long streams of my hot sperm up and up and up to you. We are awash in our juices and they are pooled, yes pooled at our feet and they run down our legs. Oh MY GOD, Oh yes, oh yes, oh no, don't ever ever ever stop...

We stop. We breath. We are against the wall and it drips behind you and a stream of cum, our cum, runs down the wall.  

I pull from you and look into your just-opening eyes. We do not need to speak. I ease my cock from your once wide-open, but now clenching pussy and kneel before you in our pooled juices. And I begin to lick slowly, up the insides of your thighs, taking our love into my mouth and continuing my journey up to your still parted and enflamed ruby red lips.   I look up at you , smile and begin to lick and suck what remains of our juices out of your ravaged pussy.  I drink deeply of US and let it slide around my lips and run out over my mouth and chin.  I rise to my feet and kiss you deeply, so deeply, our juices, our cum passing from my mouth to yours and back again.  Both our faces now stream as our thighs so.  I push up against you and I am here...

Forever

DLM

Fire of Truth

 We cannot deny the strength of our desires
For we are the ones who seek the pleasure of the truth

And when our bodies burn for one another

We cannot turn away,


But fly instead into the center of the heat

For if we are burned, it will be because we sought


All that was real and strong and good

Because we knew the power of attraction and how

we felt

As our flesh grew and yearned as one

So do not fear that which we know is special

And do not turn or run from the lust or love so pure and true

That would deny the essence of our beings


And keep us from the fire of truth we build

 DLM

The Shangri-La

A few of us Pupils of Prurient Pedagogy have teamed up for a friendly challenge each week. The objective is to write a 100-word piece on a single photo, selected on a rotational basis, and distributed to us all the week before.  Joining me today are fantastic authors, who have written their own interpretation of this single picture for Flash Fiction Friday.   This is mine, but to enjoy the creative juices of my Partners in Prurient Pedagogy, please click the following link and be lured by the authors to their blogs. Flasher Fiction Friday

The Shangri-La

He knew.  A billowing plume of dust shrouded the ’57 Chevy Convertible.  It was always the newlyweds or the cheaters that were the best.  His heart pounded as beads of sweat formed on his upper lip.  He ran his tongue over the eager perspiration. He booked them in the Memory Suite. His palms whetted, fingers trembled, as he slipped them the registration card.

He peered, as he always did, through the false adjoining door.  His erection grew as he watched them fuck; passionate sweat, fevered touch, hungry kisses. They came in screams, he in whimpers ………… a handful of someone else’s memories.