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Beautiful
I thrust and thrust, changing my angle and force every once in a while, but to no use. The relief I try so hard to achieve is as far away as it was when the act began. It has been like this for a while. To be able to 'perform', but the finish line always staying just out of reach that is.
I hear the voice coming from under me moan more loudly, bringing me back from my own world of thought. Is that the sound of pleasure or pain? My body seems to like the latter a lot more than the first. Interesting. I never knew that about myself. Granted that I have never regarded my bed-partners as nothing more than a body to relive myself with, I never even considered the possibility of enjoying causing pain on that said body. Or maybe I have just never realized, or dared to acknowledge it before.
”Oh... yes... Just like that!” That is clearly a sound of enjoyment, not pain. The slight increase of excitement that I felt earlier dies away instantly. What a pity... But maybe I could experiment with this newly discovered information?
I decide that, yes I could, and will. So I lean forward over the back of my current 'lover' and bite down on his neck, never stopping my powerful thrusts. At first he seems to like this, but when I increase the pressure and my mouth is filled with thick liquid, tasting a bit like copper, the joyful moans turn into soft whimpers of pain. I bite down harder, making more of his warm blood run down my throat.
”P-please...T-that hurts...” The pathetic pleas are like music to my ears. Oh yes, pain is something I most definetely like, no, love to inflict on others. God in heavens yes!
I smile and let out a feral growl of excitement, my teeth still firmly planted on the others neck. The warm liquid feels quite nice sliding down my throat, and doesn't taste that bad either. So blood is something I enjoy too, I note to myself. How many things can one find out about themself in only one night?
When I finally do release my canines from that delicious peace of flesh, the body below me relaxes instantly and lets out a sigh of relief. How cute; he thinks I will stop now, now that I have finally found out the thing that makes me feel more pleasure than I have ever felt before. Like it was even a possibility for me at this point.
I straighten myself up behind him to a kneeling position once again, and keeping up the now even thrusts of my pelvis I take a fistful of his hair into my hand and make him arch his back and turn his head enough to be able to meet my eyes. That cute little face is looking at me in confusion, pain evident on his features.
”I am going to do something that you will probably not like, so...” I reach behind me and grab the leather belt I remember leaving there earlier. I quickly use it to tie the boys hands together behind his back before he has time to realize what I am doing. Luckily I have always preferred my men more on the feminine side, physically speaking that is, so the feat holds no real challenge to me.
He tries to protest, asking me what I am trying to do, with one or two profanities thrown in, but I cut him off. ”... So I will just tie you up.”
He tries to look back at me, saying something about his own opinions on the matter, but I'm not even listening to a word he is saying. Because honestly speaking I really don't care. And I have better things to do; like finding something to shut him up with. I stop pushing in and out of him for a moment as I scan the room.
I grin as I see my navy blue tie that I left hanging over the bed post. It may not be perfect for the thing I had in mind, being pure silk and very expensive, but it will have to do. I reach my right hand and swiftly grab the soon-to-be-gag and undo it quickly before tying it over the boys mouth in one smooth motion.
I can hear him trying to say something through the gag, but I ignore it as I pull almost all the way out of him, only to push back even deeper than before. The boys protests die down and instead he makes an muffled moan.
Well that's no good! He should be suffering, not having fun!
I growl in my throat and drag my nails down his lean back, my award being a sweet sound of pain. Now that's more like it! He quivers in agony as I keep on thrusting and scraping my talons over his skin, leaving angry red welts in their wake. One of the most beautiful things I have ever seen.
I thrust even harder and I have to place my hands on each side of his waist to keep us from falling down. I dig my fingernails into his hip hard enough to make beads of blood run down. There is a hiss of pain somewhere, but I pay no attention to it.
I feel my peak nearing, but I still want more. I want to see the face of the one to whom those lovely sounds of suffering belong to.
After abruptly pulling out of that tight, warm hole I turned the boy effortlessly around on his back. His face filled with pain and terror and slight confusion over what was happening. That beautiful expression on his face mixed with the pleading whimpers almost make me climax.
My breathing was getting ragged as I pushed back inside into the overwhelming tightness. But something was still missing.
As I look into his green eyes, I realize what I needed to do to make this perfect. I wrap my hands tightly around his slender neck, both of my thumbs pressing down on his windpipe. Whit each thrust in I curl my fingers tighter around his throat, and each time I pulled out my thumbs press down harder. I never brake eye-contact; the terrified look in those green orbs only increasing my pleasure.
Of course he tries to struggle, he had been doing that for a while now, but it did nothing to his cause. The only thing he accomplished was to make me feel even more powerful. His fragile life in my hands. In my big, strong hands. What a lovely thought.
The boy lost consciousness due to lack of air, but I could still feel his pulse, as weak as it was. I squeeze my hands tighter; no need to stop now, right? Better to finish the job I have started.
God, it feels so amazing! The pulse under my thumbs is dulling slowly, almost nonexistent now. I have never felt so alive than now. It is like the life that is slowly draining from this boy is flowing right into me.
I am making all kind of sounds, grunting and moaning like a wild beast, shuddering in the whirl of sensations.
I make one deep and final thrust into the now dead body. My muscles cramp up and I fall down on the boy as I come. Finally! It has been months since the last time! Nice to know it was only a matter of finding something new and interesting, and not my body or mind failing me.
”This was fun. I will have to do this again.” I chuckle and give him a soft kiss on his cheek before getting out of bed.
An hour later I have his motel room cleaned up and all of my things, including the used condom, packed away safely. I take one last look at the room, searching for something that I could have missed. There is nothing to be seen.
I snatch my bag and head for the door. As I lay my hand on the doorknob, I turn my head to the bed where he is still lying, and whisper quietly ”Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.”
END
I thrust and thrust, changing my angle and force every once in a while, but to no use. The relief I try so hard to achieve is as far away as it was when the act began. It has been like this for a while. To be able to 'perform', but the finish line always staying just out of reach that is.
I hear the voice coming from under me moan more loudly, bringing me back from my own world of thought. Is that the sound of pleasure or pain? My body seems to like the latter a lot more than the first. Interesting. I never knew that about myself. Granted that I have never regarded my bed-partners as nothing more than a body to relive myself with, I never even considered the possibility of enjoying causing pain on that said body. Or maybe I have just never realized, or dared to acknowledge it before.
”Oh... yes... Just like that!” That is clearly a sound of enjoyment, not pain. The slight increase of excitement that I felt earlier dies away instantly. What a pity... But maybe I could experiment with this newly discovered information?
I decide that, yes I could, and will. So I lean forward over the back of my current 'lover' and bite down on his neck, never stopping my powerful thrusts. At first he seems to like this, but when I increase the pressure and my mouth is filled with thick liquid, tasting a bit like copper, the joyful moans turn into soft whimpers of pain. I bite down harder, making more of his warm blood run down my throat.
”P-please...T-that hurts...” The pathetic pleas are like music to my ears. Oh yes, pain is something I most definetely like, no, love to inflict on others. God in heavens yes!
I smile and let out a feral growl of excitement, my teeth still firmly planted on the others neck. The warm liquid feels quite nice sliding down my throat, and doesn't taste that bad either. So blood is something I enjoy too, I note to myself. How many things can one find out about themself in only one night?
When I finally do release my canines from that delicious peace of flesh, the body below me relaxes instantly and lets out a sigh of relief. How cute; he thinks I will stop now, now that I have finally found out the thing that makes me feel more pleasure than I have ever felt before. Like it was even a possibility for me at this point.
I straighten myself up behind him to a kneeling position once again, and keeping up the now even thrusts of my pelvis I take a fistful of his hair into my hand and make him arch his back and turn his head enough to be able to meet my eyes. That cute little face is looking at me in confusion, pain evident on his features.
”I am going to do something that you will probably not like, so...” I reach behind me and grab the leather belt I remember leaving there earlier. I quickly use it to tie the boys hands together behind his back before he has time to realize what I am doing. Luckily I have always preferred my men more on the feminine side, physically speaking that is, so the feat holds no real challenge to me.
He tries to protest, asking me what I am trying to do, with one or two profanities thrown in, but I cut him off. ”... So I will just tie you up.”
He tries to look back at me, saying something about his own opinions on the matter, but I'm not even listening to a word he is saying. Because honestly speaking I really don't care. And I have better things to do; like finding something to shut him up with. I stop pushing in and out of him for a moment as I scan the room.
I grin as I see my navy blue tie that I left hanging over the bed post. It may not be perfect for the thing I had in mind, being pure silk and very expensive, but it will have to do. I reach my right hand and swiftly grab the soon-to-be-gag and undo it quickly before tying it over the boys mouth in one smooth motion.
I can hear him trying to say something through the gag, but I ignore it as I pull almost all the way out of him, only to push back even deeper than before. The boys protests die down and instead he makes an muffled moan.
Well that's no good! He should be suffering, not having fun!
I growl in my throat and drag my nails down his lean back, my award being a sweet sound of pain. Now that's more like it! He quivers in agony as I keep on thrusting and scraping my talons over his skin, leaving angry red welts in their wake. One of the most beautiful things I have ever seen.
I thrust even harder and I have to place my hands on each side of his waist to keep us from falling down. I dig my fingernails into his hip hard enough to make beads of blood run down. There is a hiss of pain somewhere, but I pay no attention to it.
I feel my peak nearing, but I still want more. I want to see the face of the one to whom those lovely sounds of suffering belong to.
After abruptly pulling out of that tight, warm hole I turned the boy effortlessly around on his back. His face filled with pain and terror and slight confusion over what was happening. That beautiful expression on his face mixed with the pleading whimpers almost make me climax.
My breathing was getting ragged as I pushed back inside into the overwhelming tightness. But something was still missing.
As I look into his green eyes, I realize what I needed to do to make this perfect. I wrap my hands tightly around his slender neck, both of my thumbs pressing down on his windpipe. Whit each thrust in I curl my fingers tighter around his throat, and each time I pulled out my thumbs press down harder. I never brake eye-contact; the terrified look in those green orbs only increasing my pleasure.
Of course he tries to struggle, he had been doing that for a while now, but it did nothing to his cause. The only thing he accomplished was to make me feel even more powerful. His fragile life in my hands. In my big, strong hands. What a lovely thought.
The boy lost consciousness due to lack of air, but I could still feel his pulse, as weak as it was. I squeeze my hands tighter; no need to stop now, right? Better to finish the job I have started.
God, it feels so amazing! The pulse under my thumbs is dulling slowly, almost nonexistent now. I have never felt so alive than now. It is like the life that is slowly draining from this boy is flowing right into me.
I am making all kind of sounds, grunting and moaning like a wild beast, shuddering in the whirl of sensations.
I make one deep and final thrust into the now dead body. My muscles cramp up and I fall down on the boy as I come. Finally! It has been months since the last time! Nice to know it was only a matter of finding something new and interesting, and not my body or mind failing me.
”This was fun. I will have to do this again.” I chuckle and give him a soft kiss on his cheek before getting out of bed.
An hour later I have his motel room cleaned up and all of my things, including the used condom, packed away safely. I take one last look at the room, searching for something that I could have missed. There is nothing to be seen.
I snatch my bag and head for the door. As I lay my hand on the doorknob, I turn my head to the bed where he is still lying, and whisper quietly ”Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.”
END
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Efana
10:34 // 09.07 - 2008
Erittäin taitavasti kirjoitettu teksti. Mitä enemmän alkoi kuvottaa, sitä kiihkeämmin se pakotti lukemaan loppuun asti. Jäi oikeasti hengästynyt olo tämän jälkeen, loistavasti rytmitettyä kerrontaa.
tsuvi-tseus
14:16 // 09.07 - 2008
sairas mutta tietyllä tavalla kiehtova, siis että piti lukea loppuun. englannin kielisillä teksteillä on minuun kunnioittava vaikutus, oma kirjoitettu englantini on aika jäykkää ja töksähtelevää :).
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