urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:inthemadness journeys through my mind inthemadness 2008-06-21T04:03:35Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:inthemadness:3371 2008-06-21T04:03:35Z 2008-06-21T04:03:35Z The lighting hit it just right,<br />A reflection off the metal,<br />the stretch of the leather<br />straining against the pulling wrists<br />fingers clenched,<br />the arms fading off into darkness.<br /><br />That was the first picture of the evening.<br />She went through and posed for the album,<br />a private album.<br />snap<br />FLASH<br />snap<br />FLASH<br />the collection grew.<br /><br />and then followed some fun<br />during which no pictures were taken.<br /><br />-itm urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:inthemadness:3185 2007-07-24T06:05:52Z 2007-07-24T06:05:52Z Travelling always makes me think of you,<br />missing you,<br />I can look at others here,<br />and in every piece<br />I see you.<br />It's a built up need,<br />I suddenly want a fistful of your hair,<br />a mouthful of your skin,<br />bending your body,<br />covering you with sweat and other body fluids.<br />Sometimes there's marks,<br />or pain,<br />sometimes you cry out<br />AGAIN<br />or something,<br />I don't actually know what you cried out.<br />I just wanted to do it again.<br />Everything about you<br />mine to play with.<br /><br />I will see you soon.<br />And when I do,<br />these are all forgotten once more<br />but for a hug<br />and the taste of your sweet lips. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:inthemadness:2970 2006-11-15T08:15:16Z 2006-11-16T08:05:23Z ... 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 ...<br /><br />-itm urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:inthemadness:2678 2006-09-01T03:29:14Z 2006-09-01T03:29:14Z Bless me father, for I have sinned.<br />It has been some time since my last confession.<br /><br />My sin was not of the body, but of the mind.<br />I dreamt of a dark room, with flannel sheets.<br />I lay on the bed, it was dark, there were candles.<br />Hands touched my body, I don't know how many.<br />But I certainly hope there were more than two.<br />Six might be nice.<br />Velvet cloth brushed my body, legs in pants grinding on me.<br />Lips on the back of my neck, the tip of a tongue and the base of my ear.<br />The scent of a woman above me. I could hear to people kissing.<br />Then two bodies: one on either side. I'm the filling in a sandwich.<br />Fingernails down my back, pain residue for seconds, maybe minutes.<br />Time doesn't have alot of meaning.<br />There's a body lying on top of me.<br />The sounds of foreplay,<br />the smells of sex.<br />The taste of pomegranate in my mouth.<br />I don't remember how it ends.<br />I don't really want to.<br /><br />-itm urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:inthemadness:2388 2006-07-11T04:35:16Z 2006-07-11T04:35:16Z 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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />-itm<br /><br /><a name="cutid1"></a><br /><br />She heard the rustle of the keys in the lock and got up from the computer to go meet him. As the door openned, she stepped around the corner to meet him in a surprise kiss. Passionate, slipping off his jacket and pulling him tightly against her chest. She parted her lips and leaned forward to nibble his neck, but instead brushed her teeth against his ear and whispered, "On all fours." He paused for a moment, as if unsure, and she reached up and grabbed a fistful of his hair. She squeezed tightly for a moment and relaxed, asking "Do you want this?" He slowly lowered himself to hands and knees, and began to crawl as she nudged him forward with a toe between his cheeks.<br /><br />She'd cleared out the middle of the room and laid a towel on the hardwood floor. Beside it was a bright blue nerf dog bone. She put her hand on his back and guided him to the towel and then to lying face down. Bending forward, she lowered her underwear and stepped out of it, tossing it off to one side. She slid her hands up the back of his shirt, bringing it over head and tossing it aside. She slid his pants down his legs, taking socks and underwear with them. His naked body lay waiting with a soft sunbeam cutting a line across him.<br /><br />She stepped her right leg over him, looking at him lying there between her legs. She took a moment to take in the colour of his skin, the firmness of his ass. She sat down on the backs of his legs, and began to rub her hands along his body. With a finger, she traced the curves of his body - first gently then harder - watching the light red lines form in the wake of her finger nail. Switching to her full hands, she rubbed harder. She reached forward, grabbed the dog toy, openned his mouth and slid it in.<br /><br />While she was leaning forward, she grabbed the bamboo cane off of the shelf, and held one end steady in her left hand. With her right hand, she peeled the cane back and released it, letting it fly at full force into his asscheek. His body jumped with the snap of the pain. He lowered his head to the ground and started to breathe quite heavily.<br /><br />She shifted her body slightly to the left, putting her right leg between his legs and giving her a good look at his scrotum, pulled tightly. She shifted her pelvis forward so that the tip of her clit was resting gently on his legs. She pulled the cane back and let it fly again. Again his body arced and his leg flew up hitting her hard between the legs. The shock against her crotch was so hard that she released the cane again accidentally, harder than she had before. With every hit of the cane, his leg flew up and pounded her while she leaned with all of her weight into every hit that rippled up through her body. He started to moan, which only encouraged her more. Blow after blow, she watched the lines from the cane form across his ass, his body shiverring and shuddering. She rode him like a wild bull.<br /><br />Suddenly, his back arched, tossing her off of him. He cried out, spitting the dog bone across the room, and then rested his head on the floor, panting heavily. Crawling over top of him, she carressed his head, and she could feel the wetness down his face and neck from the tears he'd shed. She squated down over top of him, kissing and stroking his neck. She felt an urgent nagging and noticed the intense pressure in her bladder. She tried to get up and realised that she'd never make it to the toilet. Seeing no other option, she leaned forward and kissed the top of his head as she relaxed and let a jet of liquid go flying down his back. She tilted her pelvis forward and backwards covering his shoulders to his ass. As the final trickles finished, she grabbed his hair and used it to wipe herself.<br /><br />Regaining her composure, she stood up and stepped aside. "Join me in bed when you're done cleaning up", she said. She lay down on the bed, and pretended to ignored him as he grabbed some clothes from the laundry to mop up. She watched his glowing red cheeks stagger out of the room.<br /><br />As the shower started, she lay back with a sigh, and started stroking herself. First gently, while reflecting the evening so far, and the building up until she was pumping hard. She didn't see him return. As she climaxed, he stepped onto the bed and distracted her. Angry at the interruption of the orgasm, she reached over, grabbed his head and forced his head down between her legs. Raising her ass off the bed, she slammed her lips into his, pulling his head towards her and only giving him a breath occasionally when he was clearly struggling for air. She squeezed her legs together, riding the movements of his tongue all the way to climax.<br /><br />Coming down from that, she instructed him to help her take off her skirt and top, leaving her naked and lying in front of him. She drew him forward until he was kneeling on either side of her hips, and she began to stroke his cock. From the slightest touch, it grew hard, until now it was almost purple and pulsing enough to match his ass. She sat up to get better motion, pulling and pulling again and again as his body locked solid to keep him upright. Unable to stand it anymore, he bent forward, steadying himself on her shoulders, letting out a grunt and letting a burst of come land first on her breast, then her belly and then her leg.<br /><br />Laying back, she guided his head down until he was over a puddle of semen. She whispered the word, "lick", and pushed her belly up to his lips. He pulled back for a moment and then beginning lapping at the liquid. She moved the next spill towards his lips and he went to it without hesitation. He kept going until there was nothing on her body but memories.<br /><br />She motioned for him to curl up beside her, resting his head on her chest. Playing with his hair, they both fell asleep. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:inthemadness:2116 2006-06-29T09:53:00Z 2006-06-29T09:53:00Z I've walked into the lake.<br />No moon out tonight.<br />A little past waist deep.<br />Splashes of water behind me.<br />No point in looking, it's too dark to see.<br />But I've been expecting this.<br />Looking forward to this.<br /><br />I can feel the water moving around me now.<br />Not only the waves, but the movement of the water,<br />rushing towards me.<br />Disturbed by your movement.<br /><br />You're close enough now that I can feel your breath on my shoulder.<br />Warm in the chilly night.<br />The water on your arms is cold!<br />The skin underneath is warm.<br />And I am so fucking hot for you!<br />Your arms pull me close,<br />corps à corps<br />I'm dripping,<br />I'm not sure it's lake water anymore.<br />Your hands stroke my body.<br />Your caress isn't so gentle anymore.<br />It's needy,<br />it's urgent,<br />demanding.<br /><br />That's okay. I like demanding.<br /><br />You've turned me around,<br />My nose fills with your smell.<br />My mouth fills with your taste.<br /><br />And that that's when we joined together.<br />With the whole world watching,<br />unable to see us.<br />Animals among animals.<br /><br />One with nature.<br /><br />-itm urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:inthemadness:1887 2006-06-01T23:17:10Z 2006-06-01T23:17:10Z 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?<br /><br />Because if it is, then I love you. And I will love you forever.<br /><br />-itm urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:inthemadness:1568 2006-06-01T04:07:34Z 2006-06-01T04:07:34Z 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! =)<br /><br /><a name="cutid1"></a><br /><br />She hadn't thought anything of it when he reached over and rested his hand on her hip. With a quick flick of his fingers, he undid the clasp on her underwear.<br /><br />It was all she could do to keep from jumping. They had planned this, had talked about it, and she still wasn't sure why she agreed. When he brought her these flimsy nothings... brought them home to her, and asked her quietly to do this for him, she thought he was nuts. He had read the idea in a magazine and had been turned on by it ever since.<br /><br />She squirmed a bit. While this restaurant wasn't exactly fine dining, it was still classy enough that you felt noticed. Felt everyone's eyes glancing at you, staring at your ass, your breasts, and measuring you as competition, or just by how sexy you are.<br /><br />She hadn't expected the snap release, but it made sense. The elastic of the thong wasn't loose around her hips, and since there was no longer tension holding it in place, it had sprung back. Without missing a beat, or seeming to notice, he moved his hand away and kept talking to the friends.<br /><br />She wondered what the hell she was supposed to do now? She reached down and undid the opposite clip, so at least the underwear was sitting even. So far noone seemed to have noticed. Now she had to get the damned things off. The small problem being that she was sitting on the bottom part of her underwear, and couldn't see how to get them the rest of the way off. She was also pretty certain that her ass didn't have a good enough grip on the back part of the thong that she could make it out of site before it would drop out of her miniskirt if she stood up. The fact that the strap had come to rest on her clit wasn't helping her think straight either. Every time she shifted a bit, it would wiggle the tiny bit of cloth and send a shiver up her spine. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears.<br /><br />Trusting that noone would notice she dropped her napkin on the floor, bent forward to pick in up, and while she did so, reached between her legs and pulled the cloth out from underneath. She crumpled the couple threads of cloth and set it on top of her legs.<br /><br />Casually, he caressed her arm and she grabbed his hand and set it down on her leg so he could feel the panties crumpled there. They were light enough that she didn't really feel it when he had taken them and somehow hidden them away.<br /><br />He got up a few minutes later to go use the bathroom. She had trouble focusing on the conversation at hand and was saved by the food arriving. Wearing a miniskirt without panties was always distracting, but that much more so when she knew that he was in the bathroom jerking off with them at that moment.<br /><br />When he returned, he barely looked flushed. Not enough that others would be able to tell, but she certainly could. She could imagine each step of the way. Him walking down, checking to make sure the stalls were all empty. Locking himself in, unzipping his pants already hard. Reaching down and grabbing his cock, stroking the thong along his the head. Breathing increasing, starting to stroke harder and harder as he got closer and closer to coming. Finally with a shudder, exploding into the soft cloth. Body spasming with a few aftershocks. Finally, bundling it all up and tucking it in a pocket. Rinsing his face, and hands in cool water to remove any flush before straightening up and returning to the table.<br /><br />He asked her if he could borrow the lipgloss from the purse, and that's when she assumed that her panties were deposited there. He had obviously thought this through more completely than she had.<br /><br />Now it was her turn to excuse herself to the bathroom. Luckily, her friend didn't offer to join her. She wandered into a stall and closed the door behind her. She leaned against the wall and hiked her skirt up a little bit. Her breathing coming in pants. She couldn't believe that she was doing this in the middle of dinner with friends. She reached down to touch herself and discovered that she was wetter than she had expected which turned her on even more. She grabbed the little piece of wet nothing out of her purse and pushed it up against her clit. She began rubbing it and rubbing it, getting into the rhythm of it.<br /><br />The wet panties began to chafe, but she didn't want to set her panties down on a surface in the bathroom. She reached up and placed the underwear in her mouth. The musky sweet sent of his come began to fill her mouth and nose. With that she began to rub and rub her clit and labia more. A moan escaped her lips and was muffled by the cloth. She pushed herself way all the way to climax, with a shudder and short breaths.<br /><br />She took a moment to imagine herself, leaning against a bathroom stall wall, come soaked underwear in mouth, hair messy, blouse in disarray, miniskirt hiked over he hips. The thought brought a smile to her lips as she began reassembling the straps on the underwear so she could wear them. As she slid them on, she squirmed because the soaked thong had gotten cold. For a moment she considered taking them off and keeping them tucked away in her purse, but decided that it would be better if she wore them. Checking to make sure that there was no risk of soaking through her miniskirt, she began to plot with a grin on her face exactly what sort of punishment should would exact when they returned home. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:inthemadness:1402 2006-05-04T23:22:51Z 2006-05-04T23:22:51Z 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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:inthemadness:1166 2006-04-27T02:53:14Z 2006-04-27T02:53:14Z I had a dream last night.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />You sighed.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />I blew out the candles and walked back up the stairs. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:inthemadness:1003 2006-04-12T13:27:53Z 2006-04-12T13:27:53Z 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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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". urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:inthemadness:729 2006-02-18T16:11:04Z 2006-02-21T04:13:30Z <pre> The sound of the cane through the air. SWISH anticipatory inhale, slight ass wiggle. SWISH ache for it *crack* IMPACT deep intake of breath MOAN SWISH - not ready yet SWISH silence, YOU can WAIT for it bend, and *crack* You don't always get warning SWISH *crack*, moan. red lines that I like so much. </pre> urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:inthemadness:460 2006-02-12T21:53:34Z 2006-02-14T00:32:58Z 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."<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />"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.<br /><br />She looked up and said "please" in a whisper.<br /><br />"Breathe through it."<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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."<br /><br />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.<br /><br />Seconds later, her world exploded and her body let loose a gush that soaked through the sheets and dripped onto the floor.