In the madness

The lighting hit it just right,
A reflection off the metal,
the stretch of the leather
straining against the pulling wrists
fingers clenched,
the arms fading off into darkness.

That was the first picture of the evening.
She went through and posed for the album,
a private album.
snap
FLASH
snap
FLASH
the collection grew.

and then followed some fun
during which no pictures were taken.

-itm

Travelling always makes me think of you,
missing you,
I can look at others here,
and in every piece
I see you.
It's a built up need,
I suddenly want a fistful of your hair,
a mouthful of your skin,
bending your body,
covering you with sweat and other body fluids.
Sometimes there's marks,
or pain,
sometimes you cry out
AGAIN
or something,
I don't actually know what you cried out.
I just wanted to do it again.
Everything about you
mine to play with.

I will see you soon.
And when I do,
these are all forgotten once more
but for a hug
and the taste of your sweet lips.

... and she reached her arms around him, grabbed his hair and pulled his head back. He gasped as she bit his neck. He tried to push away but she just bit harder until tasted salty blood. As he fought, she pulled harder, forcing him backwards onto the couch behind him. He was rock hard, and he dragged a gummy wet line along her lips. She bit harder onto his neck as she forced herself onto him in a single thrust in order to join in on the pain ...

-itm

Bless me father, for I have sinned.
It has been some time since my last confession.

My sin was not of the body, but of the mind.
I dreamt of a dark room, with flannel sheets.
I lay on the bed, it was dark, there were candles.
Hands touched my body, I don't know how many.
But I certainly hope there were more than two.
Six might be nice.
Velvet cloth brushed my body, legs in pants grinding on me.
Lips on the back of my neck, the tip of a tongue and the base of my ear.
The scent of a woman above me. I could hear to people kissing.
Then two bodies: one on either side. I'm the filling in a sandwich.
Fingernails down my back, pain residue for seconds, maybe minutes.
Time doesn't have alot of meaning.
There's a body lying on top of me.
The sounds of foreplay,
the smells of sex.
The taste of pomegranate in my mouth.
I don't remember how it ends.
I don't really want to.

-itm

This is another long one. I've been sitting on it and editting it, but I'm a bit worried that I'll do more harm than good if I go too much further with it. I have to admit that this isn't quite what I'd intended to come out.

I've just attempted to write three explanations for what I was thinking. I guess best to let the story speak for itself. I'd appreciate any comments that come up (good or bad). I may do another editting pass and then crosspost this.

-itm

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I've walked into the lake.
No moon out tonight.
A little past waist deep.
Splashes of water behind me.
No point in looking, it's too dark to see.
But I've been expecting this.
Looking forward to this.

I can feel the water moving around me now.
Not only the waves, but the movement of the water,
rushing towards me.
Disturbed by your movement.

You're close enough now that I can feel your breath on my shoulder.
Warm in the chilly night.
The water on your arms is cold!
The skin underneath is warm.
And I am so fucking hot for you!
Your arms pull me close,
corps à corps
I'm dripping,
I'm not sure it's lake water anymore.
Your hands stroke my body.
Your caress isn't so gentle anymore.
It's needy,
it's urgent,
demanding.

That's okay. I like demanding.

You've turned me around,
My nose fills with your smell.
My mouth fills with your taste.

And that that's when we joined together.
With the whole world watching,
unable to see us.
Animals among animals.

One with nature.

-itm

When my teeth bite and draw blood, is it love? What about the gasp when you feel my finger nails claw at your back, or when I grab your hair, you open your mouth and I give you my closed fist to bite on. Or when you're trying to be quiet because it's two in the morning and I won't let you -- you want to cover your mouth but every time you move your hands from the edge of the bed you get another red line across your ass to feel in the morning. Is this love?

Because if it is, then I love you. And I will love you forever.

-itm

Every time I go to write, it gets more humid. So I dug something out from when I first started writing. I hope you enjoy, I'll try to have something new up in the next couple of weeks! =)

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There's always those boring parts of the trip. The parts where the drive seems to stretch endlessly into the distance, seems to go in a straight line as far as they eye can go. Where I feel like I could lie back and wake up in an hour, still driving and be no further ahead.

We were headed out. I don't even remember where now. What I do remember was the heat - at an awful 10 o'clock in the morning. The cloth top was down, and the heat waves shimmered off the road and the sand around us. She was sitting beside me - a cute little leather skirt, thin blouse and a set of sun glasses. Resting her head against her hand leaning against the door, watching pretty much nothing flying by at a hundred miles an hour. The blue Mustang humming along all to itself as the miles of pavement passed underneath us. Lucky it was a dry heat on this trip. Not the fucking humidity of Florida or Maryland. There were always some good things about a trip through California.

I looked up at the sky. Clear blue, not a cloud in sight. Time to put the top up. I don't need another fucking sunburn. The last one was incredible. So was the heat stroke. So were the visions. One hospital trip per year is enough, thank-you-very-much. I took another look at her. Barely any movement, although I could see that her eyes were still open. Road trance. I'm surprised it hadn't caught me. We hadn't bothered to change the CD after the last one had finished and had spent the last little while in silence. She finally noticed me looking at her and gave a weak smile.

Not another soul in the distance. It felt like I could see forever to the horizon. I slowed down and pulled over to the side, and set the emergency break. She slipped on her sandals and get out of the car to stretch her legs. I turned off the car to give it a moment to cool and got out to stretch my own legs. I grabbed the fire blanket and a gallon of water from the back seat and then spread the blanket on the hood. I leaned against the hood a moment before she came and joined me.

We passed the jug back and forth a bit, taking sips. Enjoying the heat and a chance to not be in a moving car. She pulled the camera out of her handbag and took some pictures of the road leading off in the distance and of the car at the roadside. She took some pictures of me, sweating in the heat, not even a breeze to help cool us off. She crawled on the hood of the car to pose for a picture. I noticed that the blouse was started to cling to her breasts and her back.

I walked back to the car to get some more water and caught a small glance up her skirt. Her blue panties were soaked a dark color from the sweat. I added a few more shots for my own collection and set the camera back in her hand bag. I leaned her back and placed her legs up over my shoulders. I pushed my nose between her legs and began kissing as her underwear started steaming in the heat. I ran my tongue along the seams and the inside of her legs taking in the salty taste. She slid off her sticky blouse and lay open to the daytime air.

I looked at the rise and fall of her chest with her breath, watching her enjoy soaking up the sun. Sliding my hands up the outside of her legs, I undo the clasps at the side of her underwear and the thong came loose. I slowly worked her lips and thighs with my mouse, delighting in the taste of her body. Brushing the hair out of my eyes, I noticed that she was sweating so much now that the entrance to her pussy was filling with wet salty water. Her cunt gave me no resistance as I reached up and just slid a hand in. Her sweat and my sweat mixed to form a perfect lubricant.

She squirmed a moment, getting comfortable, looking up at the empty sky and lost in her own thoughts. I grabbed the gallon jug and poured it the length of her body. The warm water wasn't even a shock, just a relief in the desert sun. Her muscles were all pulsing around my hand and I started to rib her glowing nub. Her hips shifted to guide me to the right places. The tips of my fingers danced across her lips, focusing her attention on me.

She reached forward and slid her hand in front of my finger and started working her clit hard. I watched the beauty of her six-pack abs rolling with the tension and release that I could feel inside her. She started holding her breath, gasping for air and threatening to crush my hand with the tension in her body. Sweat dripped from her face with a look of intense concentration. Her back arched and she yelled out - totally uninhibited with no-one around to hear. Her body rose up and curled like a croissant, ejecting my hand as the orgasm riped through her body. She fell to the side as the aftershocks rolled through her.

I picked her and her handbag up, wrapped in the blanket. I carried her over to the passengers side and set her down in her seat, still quivering. Hopping into the drivers side of the car, I finished raising the cloth top and started the car off with my foot to the floor. The discarded clothing flew off the hood and danced in the car's wake as we sped off into the distance.

I had a dream last night.

I dreamt you were downstairs. Down the stone staircase along the stone wall. I came down to see you, chained there - wrists cuffed to the wall, by your sides. Ankles cuffed to the wall. I lit a couple candles as I looked at you. The candlelight reflected off your eyes, and you looked at me with an intensity that I still can't describe. You hadn't spoken to me for the time you'd been down here.

I could see the challenge in your eyes. A slight smirk. Even when I grabbed your hair and pulled tight, you barely moved. The focus of your eyes on me was so tight, I could feel it wrapping around me. Seeing no response from you, I decided that it would be best to care for you first. From the pile in the corner, I grabbed a water bottle. I put in a straw and held it up to you to sip. You finished the whole thing. Not a noise. You didn't even look away for a moment. A tilt of the head as your only acknowledgment. I stepped away, towards the stairs.

You sighed.

It sounded like a sigh of disappointment. My only thought was, "YOU BITCH!". All this time with no reaction except a sigh! I turned, a bit mad, and saw you giggle. You were winning our little contest. I struggled to become calm again, walked over and unbuttoned your shirt. Your expression turned curious. I held your hair out of the way, grabbed a candle and let it slowly drip across your breast. You gave a sharp intake of breath. You shuffled slightly against the wall, your eyes burning a hole in mine. I left the wax to harden and buttoned your shirt over it.

I blew out the candles and walked back up the stairs.

So I'd been naughty - making her squeak like that at dinner was a little cruel. I can still feel the spot where she dug her fingernails in and pinched my ass though, and the hard smack with the wooden spatula in the elevator was a surprise. But the look in her eyes. I knew I was in for some trouble.

We walked in the door, and before the lights were even on she was on me. She dropped me to the floor, I'll have carpet burns for a week. I tried to say I was sorry. As soon as I opened my mouth, she forced her fist in and the look in her eyes made her meaning clear. She reached down and tore open my button up shirt leaving my chest exposed to the air. She was still wearing her heels, and stood up. I watched her push the end of her stiletto into my chest bone. I squirmed a bit to take some pressure off the rug burns where the shirt had bunched, but she just leaned harder on that foot. She tilted her hips back so I could see up her skirt and with a couple fingers reached inside herself.

Her hand moved rhythmically, her pulsing digging the heel into my chest further. Finally, a shudder rippled through her body and she came in a wild wet explosion. I think that's probably when the her heel broke skin. I could feel the come stinging on my chest. Finally coming to more of a rest, she kneeled down with her legs on either side of my head and pushed herself onto my face. Every few seconds she'd pull back so I could breathe, but mostly my world was her taste on my face and the stinging on my body. After a few more shudders she got up, rolled me over and gave me another spank. The next thing I knew I could hear her the click of her heels going down the hallway. Before she turned the corner at the end she stopped and said, "Clean that up".

He was sitting on the bed reading when she came over, naked and with her hands behind her head, and kneeled on the bed and whispered "I want to please you."

She looked her body up and down, her tiny breasts, muscular body, clitoris poking out gently from her lips between her thighs. He gestured towards his lap.

She lay down upon it, resting her clit against his denim-covered leg. The spanking that he gave her was unexpected and she flinched and looked up at him.

"You can please me by being a good girl", he whispered and then he spanked her again. Again he spanked her and the force of it rubbed her clit against the denim, waking it. A fifth and sixth time, the spankings came, and her ass turned red with the force of them and the feeling deepend into her clit. On the next spank, she began to squirm again as the pain overtook the pleasure.

She looked up and said "please" in a whisper.

"Breathe through it."

Wanting to please him, she took a deep breath as another three spankings came, but the discomfort grew and her clit started to throb from the force of being pushed again and again into the dry cloth. As she was about to speak, he leaned forward and whispered into her ear, "It's alright to cry", and he continued with more spankings.

She felt the prick of tears at her eyes, and suddenly as a flood they came, her body relaxing with it, her cunt beginning to finally drip enough to overtake the dryness of the denim. Her body began to flood with a sensation that filled her from the top of her head to the tip of her feet. Her skin felt transparent and she melted in his lap. With each blow, she quietly whispered "I'm a good girl. I'm a good girl."

She barely felt him stop. With one hand, he grabbed a peppermint massage oil and rubbed it into the skin of her ass, the cooling lotion burning as it soaked into the enflamed skin. With the other hand, he thrust two fingers into her loose, wet cunt and began to pulse on her g spot.

Seconds later, her world exploded and her body let loose a gush that soaked through the sheets and dripped onto the floor.