Old Friends

I remember my first book. Does that seem weird? Probably. But, oh, how I lovvvvvved to read. For me, books were the greatest thing in the world.

I started off on YA mystery books. Three Investigators, Encyclopedia Brown, which were both in the vein of Nancy Drew and Hardy Boys. I never actually got into ND or HB, I always skirted around them.

As I grew up, I started reading "older" books. My parents bought me some Tom Clancy, which I devoured. Watching the not-so-good mini-series "It", based on the book by Stephen King, sucked me into his world real fast. "It" is one of my favorites, to this day(the book, not the mini)

In college, a buddy of mine got me to read Asimov's Foundation series, which completely and totally blew my mind. It was a tremendous idea, only something that could've come out of the mid-20th century pulp magazine era.

And there was a point when my dad owned a used-book store. As a result, my time home from college was spent as a ghost, haunting his store late at night, reading and reading and reading.

Tremendous experience.

And at that point, I actually tried to read Lord of The Rings, by Tolkien. I'm going to assume we all know what that is, ja? :) And to be honest, it didn't do a lot for me. Lots of characters, heavy-handed prose, and a droll storyline in The Two Towers failed me.

Of course, the movies made up for all of that, rather easily.

But I'm picky. There are books I own that I will never read again. I won't toss them out, but I'll never do more than flip through them for a couple pages. There are some I'll keep, and want to re-read, but won't because the books haven't aged well, or I've aged too much. And then there are some I will re-read and re-read, ad infinitum.

And then there is a small, select group of books by a small, select group of authors. This group is treasured above all others, because the authors made the characters come alive; they came alive in such a way that no matter how old I get, no matter how old the book is, the characters will always seem real and alive.

Those are my favorites. They are like Old Friends to me.

So, I got the surprise of a lifetime, when I saw that Stephen Donaldson had started the "Last Chronicles of Thomas Covenant". "Holy Shit", were the words that echoed in Borders yesterday.

The first two trilogies were sold to me on the premise of "It's different". How different? Well, according to Neil Gaiman, it's "New Fantasy". "Old Fantasy" is everyone that reminds anyone of LOTR.

The Thomas Covenant series, well... it's different. The protagonist is a leper.

A -leper-.

Yeah. Sounds fucked-up, doesn't it? And it so very very is fucked up. It's a story about a leper who goes into this other world, that may or may not exist, and... well, it's just fucking nuts. And I love that Donaldson decided to go back and finish this story. It's like seeing an Old Friend, who you didn't even know was around.

If, in my entire lifetime, I write one story, that affects me as much as Donaldson or any of the others had... that someone else gets an Old Friend out of something I write... then my work here is done.

Anyways, off to Borders.

S.
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Fiction - X.10 - Whore

Look, you can mouth off all you want. Really. Because -I- know, in the end, you’ll get yours. I'll show up, with that pissed-off look in my eyes, and at first... you'll keep pushing me. Because, that's what you do. And once you realize that I'm Not Fucking Around, you'll either a: change the subject(more likely) or b: backtrack(less likely...as in probably not)

And that's when I slam you against the wall. I imagine that you start thinking, "Um, shit. I think I'm in trouble." and "Um...god. I feel his cock pressing against my lower back". Remember I'm 6 foot 4, darling, and I don't take shit. Ever.

So, your breasts are pressed against the wall, quite uncomfortably. And, y'know, I don't care. You feel my hands reach up to your shoulders, and just drag their way down your back, to your ass. I grab your ass, and press my nails into them hard. Unfortunately, your clothes are in the way. You make a comment sarcastically implying that it doesn't hurt.

So I raise my hand over my head, and bring it crashing down, on your ass.

You jump. Oh, did -that- hurt? So very sorry.

I calmly tell you to take your bottoms off. You, smartly, decide to remove them without comment. And to what do my wondering eyes do appear? Not a sleigh and a reindeer, but a little black thong.

Whore, I whisper. You shiver, the bottom half of your body cold.

So I smack your ass again. And again. That's a lot of hand, hitting your cheeks. Your body is heaving up and down, breathing heavily. I pull your hair back sharply, then push you forward, twisting your upper torso against the wall. I hope your tits are in some pain.

Because we know that's what you like, don't you?

I unzip my pants, and let the shaft of my cock rest against you. You let out a small sigh, and try to push your ass back against me. I step back, and smack your ass two more times, bringing my rigid palm down on your cheeks. Your forehead meets the wall as you absorb the pain.

Oh, my. Someone's looking a bit flushed, aren't they?

I press my fingers at your lower back, and drag my nails down your asscheeks, sliding in-between them. Your body shifts as I scrape at your skin. My fingers slide your thong to the side, as they find one hole... then the other. My fingers find your lips, and stroke back and forth.

You moan out loud, your body surrendering eagerly. Your hips flex and twist, as my fingers rub slowly, pushing forward towards the wall, then back to me. Your body rocks with my hand. But we both know it won't be enough to satisfy your slutty cravings, will it?

You want more, you just won't admit it. Well, not yet.

The thong lies on the floor where it had fallen down your legs as my middle finger pushes inside you; you gasp. It slides in easily. You're drenched.

Whore.

I turn my wrist, twisting it inside you, and then pull out. I push in again. Harder. It goes in farther, several inches easily. But, not all the way, not yet. I pull out, and push in again. It slides in so easily, I can already feel the palm of my hand getting soaked and wrinkled.

I twist my finger, changing the angle of entry, as I push inside you once more. You feel the tip of my finger rubbing against the inside of your pussy, and your body flinches. I pull it out... and push two fingers in.

Hard. And Fast.

And then I start twisting my wrist in-between your legs. Rotating one way, then the other. And my other hand reaches up between you and the wall, and grabs one tit, and squeezes.

Your head shoots back, as pain arcs through your chest. Your breathing is ragged, now. I laugh at your discomfort, grab your tit again, and twist -that- in my hands.

All the while, you feel those rotating fingers inside you; they twist, they writhe, and they drive you fucking crazy. There's no release to be had, only exquisite torture and pleasure.

My hand releases your tit, and slides down to your soft spot, directly above your wet lips. I find it easily, and stroke it slowly. Your body bucks, feeling the not-so-sensitive contact in a very-sensitive place.

You feel the tip of my finger stoking it up and down... up and down. Then pressing harder, grinding it against your hips. Your response is loud moans. Oh, no more smartass comments? Yeah, didn't think so.

I pull my rotating fingers out, and slam them in, straight and hard. My palm slides backwards slowly, emptying your aching pussy, and rams them in again. One long, deep thrust in, slowly leaving your hole vacant, followed by a hard thrust in, my hands slamming against your pussy.

My finger pushes hard against your clit, rubbing it in circles, as your hips buck to-and-fro. Between my cock rubbing behind you, the two fingers in your twat, and the flesh on your clit... you don't know what to think. And I don't think your really care.

You're getting close now, I can feel your blood flowing, the way your head is tossing from side-to-side... the moans. Oh, you so DO enjoy being ravaged, don't you?

So I stop.

I grab you by the hair, and throw you against your kitchen table. You place your hands instinctively around on the wood top, and push your ass out. You know what you want.

Whore.

I move behind you, pushing my cock down with one hand. The other hand..... Smack. Smack. Smack. You cry out, feeling me hit your ass again. Halfway through that cry-turned-almost-begging, I push the tip of my dick inside you, and thrust forward quickly.

Your head falls forward, hair surrounding your face. This is what you wanted, isn't it?

Whore.

I pull out... and ram back in again. Your pussy sucks me in with abandon, your ass pushing back to me, begging for attention. Well, far be it for me to....

Smack.

Smack.

Smack.

And then you scream, as I begin pounding away at your pussy. I grab your hips with the offending hand, and dig my nails in. You curse, feeling those fingers rake into your flesh. They slide down your ass again, scraping your cheeks, while my cock rams into you again and again.

You moan again, as my finger finds your puckered hole, and pushes in roughly. Like a cat, your entire body tenses, back pressing downwards, then up again. You feel my balls smacking against you, as I drive into you harder, thrusting faster. My finger slowly...torturously... twists and stretches your hole.

Your pussy clamps down on me, in a final, unconscious, exerted effort, to retain control.

Yeah. Right.

I slide backwards, and slam into you as hard as I can, pushing my finger inside you at the same time. Your head pops up in agony and pleasure, as I thrust into you again. I reach up, and grab your breast with my free hand, and buck into you hard. All those fingers and hands and shaft drilling and torturing and fucking you…

Whore.

Just like you want it. You give in, now. Totally, willingly, taking everything you get, because that's what you want.

Whore.

And then you explode, hand pounding against the table, body lurching one way and the next, hips writing all over the place, while you feel me entrenched in both your holes. You spasm, and moan, and then collapse, a wet, sweaty heap.

I pull out, your body flinching and sore. I look down at my pussy-drenched cock and grin.

Whore.

-- The Bastard

-- This is fiction, of the erotic variety. There's a sidebar, on the right, listing more of my stories. Enjoy.

Hell Freezes...

I have allowed my mind to be changed. Does this mean I am open-minded? Or easily-manipulated? I know all the women reading this are nodding their heads, a sly smile on their face, saying "Yup, just like all men."

PPTH to you, too.

It happens, occasionally. But, for it to happen, so easily.. I must be getting malleable in my (not-so) old age.

Anyways, I'm going to try the NaNoWriMoMyLifeAway thing. November, in all honesty, is probably going to suck for me on a personal (and professional level), but I'm hoping that this will make it better. By the time it's done, X-mas will be here, so I'll be much happier.

I loves me the X-Mas.

I've also been told this:

-Nano opened major creative floodgates for me in the months that followed it. -

Which, can NEVER hurt.

-It's like a month-long orgasm. -

Yeah, and this would be something else. I've already been told by several women, that my orgasms just keep going, and going... what can I say, I'm a fucking geyser.

A month of me standing there, erupting the shiny white all over the place?

Someone grab a couple buckets.

S.
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Fiction - X.7 - Pump

It was easily 15 degrees warmer downstairs. The low ceiling, small space, and entangled bodies drove the temperature above the already-sizzling summer heat. And amidst all the barely-clad tits and shaking asses, was my target.

The bass pumped out of the speakers directly into my veins. I could feel it vibrating along every part of my body. I tipped my drink back and went after her. She had friends, but so did I. I called the boys over, and nodded out at the floor. All it took was one word, and they got it:

Wingmen.

So we moved out onto the floor, grabbing some ass along the way. There were other beautiful women there, but you don't get distracted. You go after what you want.

And I always get what I want.

My guys did their thing; all dressed up, looking good, so it didn't take much to get her friends distracted. All I needed was one moment.... and there it was. I slid in, only a few feet away from her. I was overwhelmed with the possibility of moving right up against her, but tonight I was the hunter. And sometimes, you need to keep a close eye before you... pounce.

So I circled her, watching her arms wave from side to side, her hips swaying and shaking, while her breasts dripped with sweat. She saw me, then looked away. Perhaps searching for her girls? They were currently occupied with the not-so-tender hands of my boys.

I ran a finger over her neck, as the song changed. She turned her head in surprise, grinning. I slid behind her, my hand running down her back, and trailed my fingers over her ass cheeks.

She moved forward, sliding away from me, but I had already moved to the side, ending the contact. She twirled around, looking for me. I quickly moved in front of her, and placed my hands on her hips.

She pushed me away, but not hard enough to make a difference. She ran her hand through her hair, gazing up at me. She knew she was being chased, and she liked it. Her body pulsed in front of me, as she turned around, and backed into me. She leaned her head on my shoulder, as my hand moved over her stomach.

And as the music got louder and more frantic, so did our bodies. They twisted against and into each other as our blood pumped throughout our blood. The flashing lights seemed to make her dark skin gleam, as our hips rode near each other.

I snuck one hand in-between her legs, and pressed the side of my palm against her. She tightened her legs, and tried to pull away, but my other arm was under her breasts, holding her against me. As I pulled my hand upwards, I could feel her soaked thong under her mini-skirt. Her legs spread open as I watched her heaving breasts rise up and down. Her feet stopped moving as I played with her, right there on the dance floor.

She ran her hand through her hair again, and I caught it. I pulled her off the floor, over towards the men room. There was, unfortunately, a line, but I wasn't in the mood to wait. The door opened just as I got there, and I pulled her inside, cutting in front of some very-drunk guys.

"Hey! What the fu-" was all we heard, as I pushed her against the wall, locked the door, and proceeded to untie her tropical blue'n'green halter top. Pulling it off, I reached behind her, and grabbed her ass under her mini-skirt, pushing it up to her waist.

I leaned my head down and kissed her hard, my tongue sliding easily into her mouth. Her hands reached up, and pulled my neck closer to her, as she hooked one leg around my waist. She slid one hand down in-between my legs, and unbuckled my belt. I felt fresh air hit my damp cock, as she pulled it out of my pants.

I moved closer against her, breaking off our kiss, as she placed the tip of my cock against her lips. She pulled me closer, and lifted her other leg around me. I quickly grabbed her ass, and held her against the wall. She shimmied against the wall for a second, then moved her hips, her arms wrapped tight around my neck.

The pounding on the door was ignored as I pressed upward and in, my dick sliding inside her. She groaned into my shoulder, as I moved my hips into her, and then slid out. I quickly started pumping as her hips grinded against me. Her waist moved up and down, as I drove my cock inside her.

Her pussy sucked my shaft in with each thrust, her body rippling faster. Her loud moans, turned into biting, as she pressed her lips into my shirt. I winced, and slammed her body into the wall, fucking her wet hole furiously.

Her body tightened, and she screamed into my chest, her pussy contracting on my dick, as I pounded into her.

"Uh..uh...uh... uh...uh...uh.." she moaned, one leg falling to the ground, as she tried to gain a semblance of balance. I held my cock inside her, while her wet body collapsed in my arms.

I leaned down and kissed her again tenderly, and helped return her clothes to a "normal" state. After dressing myself, we opened the door to a small round of applause, while the music continued.

I watched her ass sway in front of me, paused, then grabbed her, and threw her back in the bathroom.

-- The Bastard

-- This is fiction, of the erotic variety. There's a sidebar, on the right, listing more of my stories. Enjoy.

Busy, Busy

November, like October, is going to be busy for me, so I can't do NaNoWriMo, although I reallllly want to. But, while I have the start of a (jesus) 175-page book in my head, I've got 4 short stories on the burner here, plus two more for lit. Maybe 3.

As a famous, almost-bald, never-kicking-the-football, beagle-owning child would say:

Aaargh.

Not going to get to that book, anytime soon. Plus, it's a period piece, which means research. Which I detest greatly.

I even considered doing a shorter book, but there's just too much going on, especially with the holidays approaching. 50, 000 words in a month is 1,700 p/day. If only I didn't have a million things going on...

S.
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Fiction - X.4 - Blind

The leather straps were attached to the bedposts nearest to the wall. At the other end the straps wrapped around her thin wrists. She tried twisting her arms free, but she should've known better: She was tied up tight.

Across her face was a black silk scarf, blocking her vision. I had wrapped it around her head in such a way that she was completely and totally blind.

Her body twisted as my teeth bit down on her nipple. Keeping it between my teeth, I turned my head, wrenching her small breast against her chest.

She shrieked in pain, begging loudly. I responded by lifting my teeth off her nipple, and biting sharply into it again, grinding my teeth back and forth.

My fingers reached for her other nipple, and squeezed tightly between two fingers. My nails dug in, pinching piercingly.

"AHH!" She shrieked again, her blond hair covering half her flushed face. Her thin body pressed up against me, valiantly trying to push me away. My fingers and mouth released her nipples, as my hand moved between her legs.

I roughly thrust two fingers inside her tight hole, barely pushing inside her lips. I could feel her legs spread, as her chest rose and fell quickly with each breathe. My digits thrust inside her, and rubbed her inner flesh. I pulled my hand out, and drove it back in, sending her back up off the bed.

I hovered over her, and bit down into her neck. Her jaw dropped, silently, as my teeth grinded the skin between them. Her arms snapped upwards, frustratingly trying to wrench free. I released her neck, her body relaxing, and then moved my mouth to her earlobe biting quickly there.

Another shriek flew out of her mouth, as my mouth ravaged her lobe. My soaked fingers, slid down to her other hole, and began rubbing it firmly. Her body went taut, as she felt me preparing to invade a sacred spot. I slid my fingers inside her pussy again, getting them wet, and then rubbing the other hole, getting it wet and lubed.

I pulled back, admiring the sight in front of me. She laid there, completely nude, parts of her body red from my abuse. There was something so delicious about the sight of her tied up. It was...power. The power to do whatever I want.

So I grabbed the clothespins. And placed them on her nipples.

She shrieked.

So I grabbed the black dildo, and pushed it inside her pussy.

She moaned.

And then... I grabbed another dildo... and pressed it against her asshole.

And then she screamed.

-- The Bastard

-- This is fiction, of the erotic variety. There's a sidebar, on the right, listing more of my stories. Enjoy.

Q & A

She asks...

- Do you find, then, if a woman is only marginally interested in you, that you become more interested in her because she presents a challenge?

It depends. Assuming that she really is only "marginally interested" in me, once I realize that she is of such a mind, I'll take a step back and evaluate. If I don't think we're compatible after all (mixed signals and such) then I'll walk away. But, if there's the possibility of compatibility, and/or _SHE_ hasn't realized it, then I chase.

- And related to that, once you've essentially "won" do you lose interest since there's no challenge left?

The only way I lose interest is if there's nothing to keep my interest. Once I "win", I look at how I can... ah... "win" again. Only, make sure it's better, and hotter and filthier, and ...you catch my drift. You can never chalk up enough victories in the "win" column. The next challenge is making it better, etc, etc.

- Last of all, have you ever overestimated your attraction or interest to someone or something based purely on the fact that it was hard to get?

I can't possibly overestimate any interest I have. I'm a passionate man, who goes for the gusto. I have, to differing degrees, pre-set limits for certain types of relationships, and I'm very good about staying within the bounds of said relationships. There are times change is good, and times when stability is key.

As for waking up, and going "Oh shit. One too many shots."... well, yeah. Had a couple of those. And even then, I've done it without the booze. Not in a looooong time, though.

And sometimes, it's turned around on me, and things have worked out. Usually, it's the opposite. Nowadays, I'm much better at sniffing out the difference between "hard to get" and "not interested". Of course, it helps if the female in question knows, herself. But that's a different topic entirely.

- Then realizing, once you had it, you weren't interested in holding on to it?

Hm. It really depends on the person involved. The "challenge", isn't just based on "oh look, a hot girl", but more along the lines of "Okay. we click. I know it. maybe she knows it... doesn't matter. She'll like it, whether she knows it or not."

Now that I think about it, that question would've gotten a different answer 5 years ago. Different times, different person. The answer would've been "Yes, there have been times when..." yada yada. Nowadays, I'm just better at picking people out.

Nothing's perfect, but it's always fun to try.

S.
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Business

I've sent some e-mails out to people who had sent me feedback, based on my stories, over the last year or two from Lit.

So, I guess a "Hi" is an order.

Hi. How ya doin'.

I should note that I am seriously considering a follow-up to my X-mas story "Let it Snow", that I had posted last year. And I have to finish "Time Runs Wild", at some point, too. Hrm. I actually have started a sequel to LiS started, entitled (surprise, surprise) Let it Rain.

Hmm. Project for November, I think.

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I have gone through and re-titled most of the entries so far, here at UKB. This is so I can track (and keep track of) what I'm writing. The system is pretty straightforward:

- The "S" entries are non-kinky stories.

- The "X" stories are the kinky, dirty, naughty, filthy-minded stories you probably shouldn't be reading, but do anyways. Good for you.

- The "L" entries are e-mail, letter or correspondence-based. They are in the same vein as the "X" stories.

The numbering system is just that, numbering. And, yes, I'm keeping the one-title format for the "X" stories, for now. We'll see what happens.

So.

Go Read. And touch, and moan, and... well, you get the point.

S.

Fiction - X.5 - Bronze

I caught a glimpse of her as my bare feet quietly walked across the marble floor; Her long black hair shined in the candlelight, dark-inked tattoes standing out on her bronze skin. She was facing away from me, but her head turned as I moved behind her.

Despite the poor illumination, I could see her lips turning upwards in a sly smile.

"We should not be doing this..." Her words bounced off the chamber walls. I walked up behind her, and ran my fingers over her shoulder, tracing the ankh drawn into her flesh. A silver choker was clasped around her neck. Her head turned, eyes flashing at me defiantly.

"You'll live." I said calmly. I moved my fingers to her shoulders. I pressed my thumbs into her shoulder blades, and her body sank slightly. I was rewarded with a small "ohh".

My fingers maneuvered around her choker, and the chain-halter top she was wearing. It revealed far more than it hid, not that I minded.

My fingers and thumbs alternated rubbing her spine. Instinctively, she thrust her chest out, as I rubbed the tightness out of her back. My fingers moved over her, working out the knots, while she quietly gasped. My hands slide down to her bottom, which was covered by a thin, black sheer wrap. I deftly untied it, and slid it off her, revealing nothing but a black thong.

I grabbed her hand, the small chain links of her top clinking against one another, and walked her over to the marble pedestal jutting out from the floor. Ancient, intricate designs carved into jutting marble block told tales of a time long-forgotten.

I caught the gleam of lust in her eyes, as I laid her down. I ran my hands over her legs, those fabulous thighs shining from the wavering flames. I slid my tongue up the inside of her legs, and moved my mouth over the thin fabric cutting through her engorged lips.

My fingers traced her lips slowly; I could feel them pulsing under my fingertips. Moving up and down, I used my fingertips and fingernails to gently massag her tender flesh. The thong was wet already, but I could see her skin glistening. I reached up, and grabbed the thong with both hands. With one jerk, I ripped it off her.

My fingers returned to the slow torture of her pussy, as my mouth kissed above her lips. Her back arched as my tongue licked her flesh. My tongue easily found her soft spot, upon which her body thrashed against my face. Her top clinked noisily, as my fingers continued stroking her.

I looked up at her.

"Take it off." I directed her, my blue eyes peering out from between her legs.

She complied quickly, lifting herself up quickly, untying the top, and letting it slink off the bed, hitting the floor.

"Mmm", I growled, seeing her full breasts pointing upwards. I moved my mouth back down, and kissed her lips fervently. My tongue stuck out, and licked slowly, savoring her flavor. Her hand reached down and stroked the back of my neck.

My lips kissed upwards, and my fingers returned to her pussy, only this time, they pushed in. Twirled around each other, I let them soak up some of her wet sex, before pulling out, and plunging back in. My mouth found her spot again, my wide tongue licking around it. With each contact of my tongue against her moist skin, she twisted against my face.

My fingers began thrusting eagerly. With each deep thrust inside her, they pushed in farther. Her hips began rocking as my hand pumped into her, my drenched digits rubbing against her inner soft flesh. I twisted my arm, rotating my fingers in her. Her upper torso twisted in response, her own fingers reaching up to play with her nipples.

I pumped my hand in and out again, then twisting my fingers inside her in the opposite direction.

"Yes, Yes.." She moaned, hands playing with her tits.

A sly smile on my face, my tongue stuck out and licked upwards, hitting her spot again quickly. I licked again, and then followed up with another. Each time, my tongue ran right over it. I closed my mouth down around it, my tongue pulsing against it repeatedly.

My fingers pushed in harder and faster, as my mouth devoured her clit.

"So close..." she groaned. "so...close..."

I stopped abruptly, grabbed her arms, and sat her up. She blinked her eyes in surprise.

"Nooo..." she cried out in disappointment. I grinned in response, and pulled her to the edge of the dais. I sat next to her and directed her to stand up. I spread my naked legs slightly, and stroked my cock.

I turned her around, so that her ass faced me. I kissed each cheek, and pulled her backwards. I grabbed her hips, and let her fall backwards into my lap. She reached between her legs, found my erect dick, and placed it at the entrance to her wet slit.

With a loud "Uh", she slid halfway down my cock. My hands reached up to fondle her breasts, as she bent her knees, adjusted her lower body, and curled her feet behind my calves. She raised herself up, and lowered back down.

Slowly, her hips adjusted to the position as she turned her head and licked her lips at me. My right hand slid down between her legs, found her clit, and stroked it.

Her body tensed, as her hips began fucking me harder. I felt her tight wet hole slam down on me. I moaned loudly, watching her fabulous ass ride my dick. My finger pressed against her clit, pushing it into her hips, which sent her into an absolute fucking frenzy.

Her legs tightened as her body pulsed on top of mine. I pressed harder into her mound, and her head flipped backwards onto my shoulder. With my left arm wrapped around her chest, squeezing a breast into my hand, it was her hips that were the least restrained part of her body.

And so they writhed on me, sucking on my dick, pulsing up and down, while my finger tortured her flesh.

I rubbed it in circles and her body tensed, then sped up. She cursed out loud as her hips fell, feeling me probe her inner depths. She tightened even more, than her chest slammed forward, her pussy gripping my cock like a vice.

I could feel her body rippling, and I had no choice but to explode inside her, my balls pumping upwards through my shaft. She turned her head and sunk her teeth into my neck, screaming into my flesh, as her body throbbed violently, exploding on me.

I felt her pussy release, then clamp again eagerly as she drove herself onto me. My hand stroked her breasts, as her breathing slowly relaxed, her body falling into me. I kept my cock in her, occasionally raising my hips to push inside her again.

We fell backwards on to the unyielding marble, juices dripping out of her, down my legs. She shifted her body, ass grinding into me, arm curling behind my head. We lay like that, bodies grinding quietly, with an occasional moan, until she lifted her hips, and pulled off of me.

She slid me to the side, and placed both hands on the pedestal, a statue of a long-forgotten god hovering over us. She bent over and waited, eyes piercing mine.

I moved behind her, her bronze skin damp with sweat, stroked her wet sex... and slid right in.

-- The Bastard

-- This is fiction, of the erotic variety. There's a sidebar, on the right, listing more of my stories. Enjoy.

Ahem

I am Evil.

Very Evil.

That is all.

S.

S.1 - Techonology vs. (Human) Nature

Author Warren Ellis, is attempting what he calls a FastArt Stunt. Last week, he asked people to create a small piece(approximately 200 words) on The Future.

And here's mine, which he is linking via Strangemachine(as long as this goes through correctly)

And I imagine anyone who links from that site will find the stories below to be quite different from this one. Heh.

S.

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"I'm brilliant, you know."

Her eyes opened wearily in the darkness.

"You know this, I think. "

She rubbed her eyes.

"What are you... what time is-", she sputtered.

I pointed to the cell-rec, attached to my head.

"I was one of the engineers for this. This little device that answers my calls, takes care of my i-mail, and schedules my day for me."

I stood up and walked over to her bed. "I am one of the smartest fucking people on the planet. I've helped over 200 people walk naked on the moon without fear of death, and set up bases in the asteroid belt."

I put my hands around her neck and squeezed.

"I. Am. A. Fucking. Genius. And yet... and yet...." I relaxed my grip on her slightly, as her hands pawed at me. "..and yet, I can't seem to tell when my girlfriend is cheating on me."

Her eyes snapped up to mine and her arms stopped struggling. I saw fear.

"Why is it.." I leaned forward and whispered, "why is it that no matter how far technology moves forward, human nature stays the same?"

And then I snapped her neck.

--

Fiction - X.3 - Please

She walked out of the shower, a soft white towel loosely wrapped around her. My hands grabbed at the towel, ripping it off her.

"What are y-?" was all she could sputter before I had her pushed against the wall, my cock pointing straight up against her. I moved my hips slightly, letting her feel my shaft against her naked body.

"Don't." She whispered, her ass pushing back against me. Her mind says no, but her body...

"Don't what." I said slyly into her ear. I moved my mouth down to her shoulder and bit gently into her skin, not waiting for a response. Her head tilted back, her body grinding backwards.

Her head turned, and I watched her lips open.

"I'm going to be la-." The sentence didn't even finish as I grabbed her hair, and pushed her tight against the wall.

"You know how this works," I snapped. "And yet, you make your comments, and try to play your games. I know what you want."

I ground my hips into her ass, and I felt her legs push together, trying to raise her hips higher. I twisted my fingers in her hair, yanking her head back again. She let out a small shriek.

"Please. " She moaned loudly.

"Please....what." I replied laughingly, twisting her hair just a little harder.

She winced, her mouth open, as she panted in pain and lust. "Please..." she groaned again, trying to lie her head against the wall in defeat.

"Please fuck me." She panted.

Holding her hair in my hand, I dragged her painfully - and voluntarily - to the bed, where I threw her on her stomach. I reached up and dragged my nails down her back. Her head snapped back, her body arching beautifully.

I slid next to her on the bed, and kneaded my fingers into her ass cheeks. She moaned into the bed, as my fingers slid inbetween her legs, stroking her thighs.

"On your hands and knees." I commanded, my voice quivering with need. She acquiesced quickly, her body taut and wet with water and sweat. She looked back at me, eyes full of lust.

"Please.." she whispered.

My hand raised quickly and landed hard on her ass. She winced, her head falling. I smacked her ass again, hearing the contact echo in the room around me. I maneuvered behind her, and placed one hand in-between her legs, the palm pressing hard against her lips.

I abruptly slid one finger inside her, only to find her drenched. My finger was quickly soaked as I moved it back and forth. She moaned, her hips pushing backwards.

I pulled my finger out, and let my throbbing cock take it's place. Pushing the tip at her entrance, I felt her body tense up, then stretch like a purring cat. I looked up to see her lick her lips, as my hips rammed forward suddenly.

"Oh.." she moaned, her body sliding backwards, her inner flesh pulsing on my cock. "Ohhh.. yesss.." Her head tilted upwards, lower lips sticking out.

I responding by withdrawing, and thrusting back inside her quickly. I moved my hips back and forth, driving into her wet hole, her hips eagerly accepting me. Each thrust was slightly faster than the last, the room filling with the sounds of moans and two bodies smacking into each other.

I reached up, grabbed her hair, and pumped my hips faster. There is no substitute for the feel of a tight, warm, wet pussy on a man's cock. It made my own moans not only vocal, but loud. I cursed with each thrust inside her, my head rolling on my shoulders. I tightened my fingers in her hair, her moans of lust n0w tinged with pain.

My free hand slid over her hips, and down to her ass. Lifting it in the air, I brought it down on her cheeks with a loud -smack-. And then again. And again. With each thrust of my cock, her ass became more and more flushed, turning red quickly.

Her moans turned to shrieks. I felt her body start to gyrate as I fucked her faster, trying to do no more than tear her apart from the inside. I cursed and grunted, smacking her ass, and then digging into her hips with my hands, holding on as she tensed, and then screamed, exploding onto my cock.

I felt her body shake as her pussy rippled, hips still gyrating towards me. Her head was buried in the bed, her arms wrapped around it, moans coming through as her orgasm washed over her.

I kept pulsing in and out of her, gradually slowing down. I pulled out, as her body fell on her side, and curled up behind her.

She turned around slowly, and gently pushed me on my back. She slid down between my legs, and looked up at me, her chin inches away from my protruding cock.

"Please?" She panted.

-- The Bastard

-- This is fiction, of the erotic variety. There's a sidebar, on the right, listing more of my stories. Enjoy.

Fiction - X.2 - Release

I made myself comfortable, my laptop within arms' reach.

And then I wrote. And wrote and wrote and wrote. And as my hands glided over the keyboard, I felt a stirring. My blood was pulsing, my heart starting to pound. My fingers trembled slightly, and I caught my breathing becoming a tad uneven.

I was aroused.

Fuel to the fire were the not-so-innocent photos that I found by mistake. My hands alternated between typing furiously at the keyboard and sliding over my pants. The instinct to unzip and let myself explode was strong. But not as strong as my desire to write.

Control. I will control it.

So I emailed you. And you wrote back. And I responded. And so it went, back and forth. Until we...ah... "met up". You hadn't been in the mood before. But my more-than-suggestive e-mail... Well, that had changed things, hadn't it?

And so my hands worked faster, finishing the story. And then I closed the window.

Without hesitation, I lunged for your breasts. My hands ripped your top off, my body sliding between your legs, my face pressed against your chest. You felt my mouth open and suck on your flesh. My tongue massaged the area around your nipple, teasing it.

My fingers slide between your hips, palm pressed against your wet flesh. As my hand moved up and down, your hips gyrated in response.

You felt my mouth close down on your nipple, sucking it in, just as I impaled one finger inside you. Your arms wrapped around me, as I attacked you. My mouth sucked and nibbled and kissed your breasts, as my finger begin thrusting in and out.

It didn't take long for that one finger to become two, did it? And it didn't take long for you to moan?

And then to scream, as my mouth devoured you?

No. Not at all.

I felt your hips clamp down, and your fingers grab my arms. Your body trembling and shaking, I kept my fingers moving, as your head turned from side-to-side, your hair matted and sweaty against your face.

An occasional aftershock riding through your body, we said our goodbyes for the evening. I had to be up early in the morning, and it was late.

And then we parted ways.

But still... I was aroused. And it was throbbing. Painfully.

I hastily laid down, ripped off my pants, and moaned. My fingers wrapped around my cock, moving up and down. It had been...what...minutes...hours since my arousal first began?

It didn't matter. I required release. And I required it now. I thought of your wanton breasts, and your delicious pussy, and my hand moved faster. I could've slowed down, taken my time. But I desperately needed an eruption of lust. And I would have it.

I clamped my muscles down, holding it back; I held my breath, feeling darkness starting to overtake me.

And then the floodgates opened. I exploded. My body arched, and my head nearly lifted off my pillow, jaw wide open, breath held inside. I was caught in that position, as the orgasm tore through my body, blood rushing through my veins, my muscles pounding. I let out a long breath, inhaling sharply, letting the blood flow to my head. My chest raised and lowered quickly, my hand dripping. My breathing was erratic, as I cleaned myself off. I half-moaned, half-laughed, as my body slowly relaxed. My eyes closed, cock cleansed, and I drifted easily to sleep.

-- The Bastard

-- This is fiction, of the erotic variety. There's a sidebar, on the right, listing more of my stories. Enjoy.

-- Photos via a link from Neil Gaiman's Journal, of all places.

Yum.

Yeah, I'm a breast man. And an ass man. And a hip man. And a... well, you get where I'm going. But this girl... this girl just takes my breath away. From A New York Escorts Conference

Yummy.

S.

Fiction - X.1 - Baited

I may not be Italian, but I love Italian women. They have these hips, y'see... The way they sway from side-to-side. Oh, And a full set of breasts. And that long, curly, dark hair that you just want to run your fingers through, and pull back firmly, exposing her neck?

I get hard at the thought.

And so it was that in a crowded bar one night, one drink became two, and two became four; And as we talked, moving closer to each other, knees bumping, and fingers occasionally touching, I confessed my admiration for Italian women.

And confessed the many things I like to do to them. She, of course, smirked at me, remarking that she had little faith in my abilities. But I saw the flush of her cheeks, and the way her eyes looked away. I was being baited.

So, we walked back in the rain, drunkenly laughing. But when we reached my apartment, she stalled. Whether the liquor was fading from her system, or she had lost her nerve, her challenge seemed less important. I, however, don't take 'no' for an answer very well.

My fingers slid into her wet hair, as I pulled her head towards me. I leaned down and licked her lips, catching her in mid-sentence. My mouth grazed against hers, my tongue sliding over her mouth. Her mouth parted hesitantly for a moment, and then opened fully, our lips pulsing against each other. My hands played with her hair, as her fingers reached up to gently stroke the back of my neck.

A minute later, I broke away from our kiss. I turned quickly, fished out my keys, and unlocked the door. She brushed past me, a look of longing in her eyes. As she pulled off her jacket, I kicked the door closed, grabbed her and continued my oral assault on her mouth.

My hands reached behind her, and rubbed her back through her white blouse. My fingers crept lower and squeezed her ass, eliciting a small moan into my mouth. I moved my lips over her cheek and down her neck, sucking and nibbling on her skin. Her hands unbuttoned my shirt as I feasted on her neck.

I pulled her over to the counter, manuevering myself behind her. My hands reached for the middle of the front of her blouse, and, tightening quickly, ripped it open, small white buttons bouncing on the countertop.

"Uh." She grunted, as my hands grabbed her breasts through the black lace bra, squeezing them and pulling her body against me. I pressed my hips against her ass, grinding into her, while her hand reached behind mine, pulling my mouth down into her neck.

I slid one hand down to her pants, unzipping them quickly. I pushed them down slightly, not caring in the least where they ended up, as long as they were out of my way. I pushed my hands over her slight black panties, tracing the countour of her mound and lips, letting my fingers rub the fabric against her flesh.

My fingers rubbed up and down, pushing and pulling harder with each movement of my arm. My lips slid up to her ear, and slowly licked the outside, starting at her ear lobe, and moving up to the top. I closed my lips together, and gently blew cool air on her ear, tracing back the path I just licked.

My fingers pushed her panties inside her, as her ass pressed back against my crotch. Her head leaned forward, hair wet and askew, as my fingers grabbed her underwear, and tugged them downwards. My middle finger found the entrance quickly, and slid in slightly, holding inside at the first knuckle.

Her head tilted back, a small moan escaping her mouth. I smiled, and pushed my finger farther inside. I pulled it back, and slid back in again. I repeated this several times, as my other hand grabbed her niipple through her bra and twisted it slightly.

Another moan, this one louder. My hand started rocking against her, as it pushed in farther. I pulled it back, my arm rigid across her body, and pushed it back in. My finger curled slightly as it withdrew, rubbing the inside of her pussy. I pushed back in, and then pulled out. My finger began thrusting back and forth, each time making sure to let my knuckles or fingertip rub against her inner flesh.

Her hips thrust back and forth with abandon. My hand pulled her breast out of her bra, squeezing it tight, turning it against her chest. Her body went taut, feeling a slight arc of pain shoot through her as I mauled her chest.

My hand pumped faster into her. Her moans became incessant and more frequent as she kicked her shoes off and shrugged her pants off. Spreading her legs, my finger moved faster, and her hips bucked against me. I kept my crotch directly behind her, so when her ass pushed backwards, she would feel my cock trying to push out of my pants.

I pulled my finger out, and slid two inside her. A loud "Uhhh" brought a sly smile to my face. Her body sucked my fingers inside her, as my fingers fucked her relentlessly. The sound of her moans and my arrogant chuckles were broken only by the slapping of my hands against her wet lips.

My hand grabbed her other breast out of her bra, twisting it in my hand, at the same time that she felt my teeth bite down on her earlobe; My fingers continued their pounding, as her body started thrashing against me, until her body peaked; Her pussy clenched down hard on my hand as it thrusted in and out. I felt her upper body shudder, and saw her knees bend involuntarily.

I kept the pace of my fingers going for another minute, then slowing, as her head fell forward, her breathing loud and ragged. I pulled my hand out shortly later, her head turned to watch me lick my fingers clean.

"So." I smirked. "Still have little faith in my abilities?"

Not waiting for an answer, I grabbed her hand, and walked her into my bedroom. I not-so-gently laid her on my bed, pushed her on her back, spread her legs, and promptly stuck my tongue between her legs.

-- The Bastard

-- This is fiction, of the erotic variety. There's a sidebar, on the right, listing more of my stories. Enjoy.

This almost didn't happen

I'd been considering starting a blog up for some time, but I found myself caught off-guard by Gina Lynn's Sex Drive column over at Wired. It was her 2nd column - the first being the charming and informative The Ins and Outs of Teledildonics - and towards the top of the article, I read this:

"...I think we get ourselves into trouble when we believe that what happens online is somehow "other" or "outside" our "real" lives. We have this idea that we can segment ourselves, keeping aspects of our lives in separate compartments: work/play, spouse/lover, day job/art."

Yeeeeeeesh.

Talk about a red flag popping out of nowhere. My first - and overwhelming - thought was "Men know how to compartmentalize better than women." In my mind, my time spent online, (whether writing erotic stories, or being a dirty-talking, tongue-licking, order-giving male to some woman somewhere in North America), was always separate from my "real life". From e-mail accounts to IM programs to my account at Literotica, I've made a point to hide my identity.

As a result, there's a space between the two. And that's just the way I like it. For some though... the temptation to "do phone" or even meet up in the real world may be too difficult to refuse. I've been tempted, but I get enough action without the keyboard.

The reason I came online in the first place, and why I'm still around? Story for another time.

The article continues, with the author speaking about her time online, but this jumped out at me:

"..In some ways, being [online] was the best thing I ever did for my sexuality. .. I developed new enthusiasm, and new skills, by writing about sex..."

This, I wholeheartedly agree with. In all the years I've had sex, I learned more about myself in my time online, than I did screwing around with all my ex's. Some of my ex's, though, weren't the wisest of choices. You have to love being in your 20's, right?

Anyways. Cyber, for all it's dangers, does have it's benefits. It's up to the individual to choose how to use their time online.

I'm hopefully going to return to this article at some point, but I've wandered off-topic.

--

As of late, several of my must-read blogs had closed down. I wondered if I had come late to the party, but after much introspection, I remembered this:

I love to write. It's one of my true loves and passions; Although I've written some long-form stories, I wanted to be able to write short stories, or just random thoughts, where people could read them. And the weblog is the perfect vehicle for me to realize that passion.

Truth be told, most of the entries will be about sex. But, to be fair, most will either be comments, or will be stories. I've chosen to leave my personal life out of this, as much as possible. All names changed to protect the innocent, yada yada. And for the most part, any sexual incidents from my life will probably end up in the little stories I write.

I also have to take into account that my job situation may be changing over the next year, and the new job may be the type where these writings could cause...problems. So, discretion shall be the better part of valor.

Whether it be about my love of the female form, my growing intrigue with BDSM, a quick story about how I do so enjoy cunnilingus, or me rambling about one of my non-sex interests, this is me, just writing, and enjoying every minute of it.

Hope you do, too.

S.