Dreams

Awake.

Asleep.

Heartfelt.

Unspoken illusions change the path you travel. 

~ADayDreamWriter 

3aSome

A little something to get the blood pumping.

I grabbed Scarlett by the hips and watched my cock disappear. Throbbing, it entered through her folds. So hot, a melting pot of juices. Aftershocks rumbled across her ass as I thrust deep inside of her. Like a steady engine keeping time, not too fast, maybe even a little slow. I push for the depths that feel so slippery and wet. The changing tides break along my shaft. Stroking my hardness with fire. I lose myself in the ripples that travel just beneath her pale skin. Muffled moans fill the air. Her back arched high in the air at me. Her face buried between the thighs of a friend. Tonight, more than a friend. A conquest. I watch as Anna’s fingers comb through Scarlett’s short purple strands. Anna growls in ecstasy as I can only imagine Scarlett performing oral perfection. The same technique on my cock I would imagine will devour a woman’s sensitive clit. Scarlett parts the lips and stabs at what little resistance is left in Anna. She has avoided this closeness of Scarlett for some time. They usually stop at hugs and groping from a good make out session. Scarlett always wanted more, Anna was a feminine virgin.

My cock pulsated in the dance of these emotional pleasures. Anna grabs a fist full of Scarlett’s hair as she is about to burst and flood Scarlett with her cum. I hammer my hips into Scarlett and become just a bit rougher. Stronger. Deeper. Scarlett reacts by diving further into the swells of Anna. She grabs her under her ass and slams Anna onto her stiffened tongue. Stabs her repeatedly, lapping up her milky dew. I slap Scarlett along the hip. Grab her curves and pulverize myself so deep into her that she explodes, squirting me with the repercussions of the three of us engage in a multitude of orgasms. My mind flounders about, my hand continues the onslaught upon Scarlett’s hip. Redness swells from her pain and yet she drags Anna over the threshold and drains her dry.

We collapse in a row, basking in the puddles of rawness. I watch as Anna strokes Scarlett’s hair. Pets her ever so gently. We are stoned. High from the energies that were released. I reach for the candle on the stand. I pick it up and drizzle the wax down the side of Scarlett.

~ADayDreamWriter

A Sunday Afternoon

Bent slightly at the waist.

Knees not completely straight.

Her breasts,

swell from within the confines of her robe.

That look, in her eye, tells it all.

As I take, full control.

~ADayDreamWriter

A Rainy Tuesday

I backed her up to the table. Her deep blue forever eyes restrained my ability to be distracted. Bound in a trance, it did not matter if others were near. I felt tethered by fate. Fastened to her without being physically attached. My feet never touched the floor as we swept ourselves across the floor.

It was late and I should have left long ago but her aura allowed me in. I was star struck. She was not your ordinary woman. She did not wear expensive clothes. Her hair was shoulder length, glistened in the low lighting of the library. It was Tuesday, open mic poetry. If it was not for the heavy rains I would not be there.

I had planned a walk around the city blocks to admire windows decorated for the holidays. Kimberly, my date was not into getting her hair wet and the thought of listening to poetry was a frown she did not try to hide. I was distraught by rejection as I never turned down anything she wanted to do. Her suggestion of a ritzy bar on the Northside was not in the cards. This was supposed to be my night. I was to pick what we did, what we ate and where we went. She was taken by my exit, but I never looked back for a second chance or approval.

That look of disappointment cemented in my heart was no longer there. I was not even considering a thought toward Kimberly. My focus was solely on this five foot eight, nine or ten inch buttoned shirt wearing brunette. Her eyes sparkled as they reflected my intentions. She did not have the stereotypical librarian look. No glasses and her hair was fluid with her motion not tied up in a bun.

I somehow sandwiched us up to the large oak table. It was very different from the podium where she watched me recite short erotic poems. The same podium I encouraged her to read aloud for the first time. Overall, there was not many participants and fewer audience members as the storm outside created flash flood warnings throughout the area.

The library quickly evacuated as the lights flickered more than once. Finally after about three or four episodes the power went out. Emergency lighting came on but left the large open room with a romantic low lit ambience. Carly had begun to fold up the chairs. This is where I asked if she needed assistance. Actually, no, was not an option. Not sure if she knew this but fortunate enough she did not refuse the help. I needed to know more about this sexy woman who hovered just below the radar. There was a big conference in the morning and open mic Tuesday was her gig. Her coworker, a literature major from the college across town, did not make it in tonight because of the storms.

I want to say it was a loud thunderous boom that shook the whole building. That crack of thunder brought us closer. There was just a few chairs left to fold and put up. We were not far the sturdy oak stained table. Our breathing was heavy. Our eyes now did the talking, the touching. Several times we fought the resistance to kiss. Lips coming together, heads adjusting. It was Carly who placed her hands on my hips. Her touch was soft yet confident in her actions. She traced my jeans on an angle down my pelvic bone. I reached for the third button on her shirt as the other two were already undone. I never lost sight of her endless azure eyes. There were no words, yet she screamed for me to continue.

I slowly undid that third button. The fourth, the fifth and onward until the ivory satin blouse fell open. Her nipples were erected, pushing their way through the lace fabric of her bra. I carefully placed my hands on the inside seems to her shirt. Spreading the shirt open and down her arms which took them away from my bulging jeans. She let out a sigh of disappointment. It quickly changed to a gasp of air as I scooped her up and placed her on the table. She swung her arms around my neck. I squeezed her bra hooks together and they easily released her breasts to my mouth.

I kissed, I licked, I nibbled upon her nipples. I caressed and groped her rounded tits as feverishly as I could. They raised and lowered enjoying my onslaught of attention to them. Carly soon was reaching for my shirt bottom. She tugged it from my pants and jerked it up over my head raising my arms to toss it across the floor.

It was on, as our lips climaxed together in a savage introduction to each other. Tongues slashed like swords, lips succumbed to the innate chemistry we possessed for one another. Heavy breaths turned to a thirst neither could or wanted fulfilled.

My hands explored her silken flesh and evidently landed on the buckle to her skirt. I tightened the belt with a groan and released the strap. The zipper floated down and she raised her cheeks to allow me to slide it over her muscular thighs. I kneeled down to get the skirt over her shoes but Carly was already assisting with her own feet. I kissed her thigh. She grabbed my hair and let out a cry, a pleasure.

Firm yet gentle hands spread her legs. Her panties were soaked with the cries and groans she shared with me. Her lips protruded the wet fabric. It hid nothing as I rubbed my finger with enough presence to make her squirm. I hit her clit and she shuddered in orgasm. Her panties were promptly removed. Her freshly shaved pussy was now home to my tongue. I tasted her nectar that escaped over and over. My tongue was far from exploring her juices. It dove into her with several thrusts. This encouraged her hips to rock and for Carly to arch her back. She stretched and held her balance as I took her with my mouth. I sucked on her. I fucked her with my tongue. I slid and twisted her pussy in to a whirlwind of freedom.

Carly then held my head between her legs for the third orgasm. She was lying on the table with her legs wrapped around my neck. Her hands were locked with a grasp of my hair. “Fuck me!“ She groaned aloud. “Fuck me!”

I stood and unbuttoned my jeans. They fell to the floor and I yanked my shoes off so that I was standing there naked. My cock was saluted at attention. I inched forward and the tip to my shaft teased her already exhausted fold.

I grabbed her by the outside pelvic area and slid her to the edge of the table. Her chest jiggled enough to make me aware of how I was going to enjoy this. Her breasts were more than a handful and shook nicely as I entered her. My hardness disappeared with approvals that filled the empty room. I tightened my ass and pushed a little extra and watched her breasts jump up. I place my hands over them and rocked them beneath my hold. My hips joined with the motion and rocked into her with a steady thrust.

My balls slapped the space between her wetness and ass. I withdrew my hands from her chest and placed just below her knees. I spread her legs wide and stabbed my cock deep inside her walls. Her breasts flapped up and down, wiggled and delighted my eyes to the elation they witnessed. Her tits bounced and every so often I slapped one just on the outside of her nipple. Her gasps and grunts approved as my cock repeatedly inserted itself deep inside her.

I closed her legs and cut the sight of her chest rocking up and down. This closed her swollen lips and made the entrance tighter. I plunged harder as the flesh slapped and saturated sounds matched her release. I could feel the rush flow over me. The heat that generated from her culmination.

I fucked her harder and faster until I came with a very vocal animatistic sound that startled our bodies. I collapsed forward into her and she raised up to meet my climax with a resuscitation of her own. It was as if my cum revived something inside.

Her quick recovery was joined with desire, by desire. She was far from this rendezvous being over. Carly pushed me back and scooted off the table. She backed me to one of the chairs and sat me down. She fell to her knees and took my dripping cock into her mouth. Her lips clamped down on my less than hard shaft. She stroked me with her mouth while she sucked hard with every inhale. I became harder and harder until it felt like my blood was going to explode through my foreskin. My heart pulsed stronger in her mouth then in my chest. She fucked me with her mouth. I fucked her mouth until I exploded deep into her throat and quivered uncontrollably in her clutches.

~ADayDreamWriter

Mornings’ Dawn

Ally closes the casket, does it end here ? Dip into Mornings’ Dawn and find out. This series continues with a mix of erotica and horror. Feel what it is like to be in her shoes from the beginning, LIVE those words at Miss Ally’s Page

 

Ally whispers within the coffin’s blackness

“In your arms I died a thousand times
No prayers, no bible, just sin
Amidst your heavy breaths
I accepted your way to love
You baptized me into womanhood
Raped away years from my soul
‘This is why you were born’ you told
My pussy, not enough for you
You had them turn me
No more sun, no more skies of blue”

Ally was surrounded with darkness
The cinder box bed was a chokehold
She took in the last of him
Lapped their sex from his erection
The semen was so cold

Tears began to flow
Torment, torture
deep crimson, they ran so slow

Within her silence…..
Ally’s eyes opened wider than ever before.
Her arms fill with a thousand goose bumps
Neck hair stood harder than his erection

His hand brushed her hair again
Ally’s nerves literally jump through her skin
She remained still
Feeling him pet her with the softest stroke
Ally felt warm, no longer had a chill
She felt him burn as the corpse spoke

“My child, I have come full circle with you
I made you my whore,
Turned you to the dead,
Planted my seed in your core.
And now, now my blood is what you fed
I, the Devil Brimstone make you mine”
He yanks her head up
She tingled with orgasm down her spine
“Now you cunt.
Let us feed my spawn
We need to hunt,
Before mornings’ dawn !!!”

~ADayDreamWriter

*pictures are not mine

 

 

 

Awakening

Ally lives on….

Read how she got to this point.

Disclaimer of erotic horror exsists.
Miss Ally’s Masquerade
Miss Ally
Feeding Time

Hope you enjoy, as much as I enjoyed writing it !

Awakening

 
The spacious church was empty.
Her steps were thunderous
A shark in the wooden sea
Swiftly moves with confidence

‘He’ awaits her arrival with suspense
No remorse of past conflicts
Stands in front of an open coffin
Rosary beads wrapped in a crucifix
Mumbles slow sips of sin

Ally walks down to the altar
Where the congregation once stared
She grins, with a smile
Remembers being here, once bared
Yet, reaches for the casket
Peels her clothes to the floor
A shiver twitches, she becomes wet
Led this life many times before

How Ally was born on a long ago night
When she was stripped of her dignity
When Ally had no fight
Savagely blessed with his decree
This, however, was a different night.

She assisted the pastor to the pew
He whimpers “my sweetheart, my love, my paramour”
Steadily still as a statue

Her heart flutters, mind becomes cloudy
Could it be him, so many ago
Her words can barely swim
Her skin ripples with his disease
Thoughts of tasting him
Ally straddles her lost lover
Engulfs in a frenzied kiss
Rears back and sinks her teeth into his jugular

The sweet blood is pure bliss
Poison is sucked from the pastor
Holy water travels through her veins
Pipe-organ begins to sing a hymn
He accepts her, never complains
As she grinds his lap hard
Stiffens him with her expertise
Visions blurred, to a graveyard

Ally fucked him with all her might
Whirlwind emotions release from her sea
The creature within feuds with her new blood
She is cleaved
Upon her sensitive nub
It awakens her soul, relieved
He presses deep into

Where purity was once stolen from Ally
When she was not herself
The pastor burst inside her with his finale
History was repeating itself
Except she had the upper hand
His voice echoed off the stain glass
Her breath became unsteady
“Such a whore, just a piece of ass”
The devilish soul reacted, no pastor would be ready
He screamed, as Ally sucked him dry
She laid him down inside
No tears, Ally would not cry

The bastard was stiff, open-eyed
She was about to close the lid
Whispering “I once died,”
“I was the fruit that was forbid”

Her sigh grew with pleasure
She cuddled on his lap
Closed the tomb with her treasure

~ADayDreamWriter

*photos taken from pinterest and the internet

 

 

Open Road

That slight touch to my arm when we noticed the spare tire was not inside the trunk. It was a modest graze that brings comfort between strangers or was it a flirtatious fondle to arouse? Her voice was sensual. Seductive, when she described that she just wanted to get out of the rain and spend the night at any motel. She was tired, cold and wet from a storm that seemed to never let up. The rain became your skin. Dripped like an icicle inside, keeping your bones cold and your teeth chattering. Was this the attraction? To have her body warm me, her breasts pressed against my chest? To feel the heat between her legs surround me and pull the coldness from inside? Hearing a feminine voice whisper in my ear, scream under me ? Could I have stumbled across such a beautiful woman, with no strings attached? Not my usual mannerism you see. Sure I am devoted, or am I just saying that to please myself. To ward off the attraction to her. You could see in her eyes crystallized snow reflecting on a backdrop to crimson blue. Those eyes so jaded with piercing eroticism. You become memorized by the speckles that twinkle endlessly. Eyes that seduce louder and more effectively then words or actions themselves. Could it be her feelings? These are thoughts you drive in the darkness and debate. Are they advances or just misrepresentations? Those eyes so wanting to be my pleasure, no what I am saying? I’m filling those eyes with my thoughts.

Rejection was in my mind as a power struggle between good and evil fought.

Memories flash to back home, my wife preparing dinner for our children while I am away at the conference. Some opportunities only come once in a lifetime. I am a good looking man. Tall, medium build with brown eyes, black hair and a well groomed beard. Well spoken with or without this yankee accent.

Her hair is a fetish of mine, an intense fiery red, not to long, shoulder length with curls. Tempting enough to run my fingers through and wrench her head back, reach in and press that matching lipstick onto my lips and spread it down her chin and neck. No, what would my wife say, loyal wife of 15 years, stability, the mother of my children, but so not what I crave right now. Sex is good, no sex is great and the bond is seemingly forever, but is it like a routine? This woman consumes my face now. Inhaling my breaths, drowning me in what I desire, crave. I feel intoxicated by her presence for reasons suited for ecstasy. Passionate visions of sacrifice run through my mind. Jesus on a cross looking down and blood dripping from his hands. Although I harden with thoughts holding this woman I have not known for more then a few minutes. Passionately rubbing my groin into hers. Thrusting my hips, plunging deep between her legs. Bathing in her juices for lengths of time not feasible in today’s fast paced world. With all this wrestling around my skull I suddenly realize reality as a car alarm beep-beeps a few parking spaces away.

I stand just under a canopy on a sidewalk broken and cracked where puddles form and a flashing neon sign reflects like a bad dream or a murder mystery on the television. Raindrops bounce as marbles through the reflection as the rain does not show any mercy on this autumn night. Not really sure if I left the parking lot or how I got back here. I drove her here, made sure she got a room and gave her my number to call me in the morning and we would get her car fixed. I do know this is the last place I saw her wonderful smile. Full lips that stretched from dimple to dimple. When I witnessed her vanish behind a closing door. Her hand effortlessly waved thank you or was it a see you later wave? Both combined to run a thousand fingertip feelings below my waist. Teasingly soft movements, her wave may not have meant to seduce, but it seduced me all in one fluid motion. Erotic, so wanting, that I find myself here again.

Nervous needing to feed off what I desire from her, or just her? To please myself or to please her? To experience this rush. This will for me to feel what I didn’t when I was a back in the neighborhood outside the Big Apple. To share different experiences with women. Natural instincts to satisfy internal desires. Release from everyday stress to produce pleasure within yourself and give pleasures to another. Those days I was jealous as I didn’t know how to ask or approach these experiences. Afraid to be an invasion to personal space or was it rejection that I feared.

Interrupted by a wind gust that went howling against my back and pushed me towards the door. Slapping rain against my neck threw me forward. Arms outstretched to catch my balance. I was forced upon room number 19. Hands thudded against the door and the 9 swivels upside down and swings back and forth so typical for a motel of this stature. One recognized by a police vice unit, imitating hookers and a John or two. Drug busts, hangout, hideaway. Here in the middle of the bible belt where else were you going to stay? It seemed like hours between each exit in this part, just northeast between two major cities in southeastern Tennessee. No Holiday Inns across this stretch, as this particular off ramp was another part to Lee Highway that seems to be in every town across the south. Thoughts and dreams come and go on this unusual dark, twisted night, but I became conscious again to see her smile. Inviting, so not surprised to see me standing before her. The door was open now to the room. She wore just a t-shirt with nothing under it. This was obvious by her nipples swollen behind the cotton that restrained them from my bare contact. Without a second to speak or a hesitation, I controlled the contact, entering, closing the door and turning the deadbolt with a loud click. Reached and grabbed a nipple in the cup of my left hand and ran my right hand up her face. Behind her ear my fingers flowed through her hair and tugged it as I did moments earlier in my mind. That tantalizing redness that now filled my hands was damp and it was either from the rain outside or the shower that sounded like it was running. The room had a old musty smell blended with a soothing vanilla aroma. The lighting was dim as just a small table lamp by the television was on and a flickering flame danced from one candle by the nightstand. This must have been the sugar cookie scent that reminded you of comfort, warmth, mom holding you as a child to ease those childhood nightmares.

Placing my lips against hers, bringing moisture with my tongue as I kissed and poked my tongue between her lips and touched hers with a slow darting, waiting for rejection kiss. I pulled her head back with a soft but forceful tug and begun to wet the dryness inside her. I felt some resistance, some but not a lot as I feared. Did I fear the resistance or was I sure that she was willing? The candle flickered just outside my vision but stirred something inside of me. Candles, flames, fire has always inspired my soul. It releases energy, creative forces that I do not know I have. Awakes my mind to feel my heartland push forward and keep pleasing. No talking, no name exchanges. I just pull her hair harder and push her with my tongue and body back until the bed takes her legs from under her. Falling back onto the sheets that were already turned down and to the side. I was not in control. I was out of control. No I was in control and was not about to release this moment for anything in the world. Was I prepared to force myself onto her? Was I prepared for a struggle? A scream? I straddled her hips and started up her shirt. The v-neck begun to spread and her voluptuous breasts drew a cleavage that would make any man desire. Before I knew it her shirt was off to a soft internal grunt. Her breasts sprung out from the restricting cotton fabric and outward her tits spread. I dove in like I was diving for gold. Like the desire moments ago I began to kiss, lick and nibbled my way between her breasts. On and around, over and back from nipple to under her breast. Skin and tongue melting as one. Teeth sending shock waves throughout her body. Rage making and fulfilling pleasure. I lingered at her chest for what seemed like hours. Not once did she resist, talk or scream. Echoing in my mind I did hear her whisper, a yell for help. It was to save her. To take her into another world. To keep her escaped from the reality that tormented her. I was devouring her and she was moaning. Muffled moans, confused. Maybe she thought I was a killer, or maybe she was keeping her excitement controlled to not show fear. Was she shocked into silence, scared to death, scared to speak of what might happen or eventually will happen?

I wanted things from this woman I’ve never asked anyone for. That is the point as I tugged on her nipple and looked up at her face. It was to ask for this. This just happens in a fantasy, in a dream. I searched her face, her eyes and I found them staring back at me. Empty but filled. The deepness was seductive. Black lines glittering, slicing up and defining the blue. I saw fear of what was next, mixed with the pleasure of being saved. Saved from what? Loneliness that engaged her? The same look as when I knocked on her window about an hour ago. Distressed, being alone on the roadside in middle of well, it even crossed my mind, nowhere. Was this her fantasy?

Nothing raced through my mind. No thoughts, just a passion to have her. To make her scream and explode with pleasure. Nibble, suck and lap at her tits like a hungry animal. Groping her with my hands. Squeezing her nipples close together so I could suck both almost at the same time. Cupping and fingering the mountainous curves of her chest. I was lost in a lustful feeding. My kisses began to move down her stomach as my chest pressed against the steam, rising from her, boiling. The skin was smooth and delicate. My lips and tongue skated along every pour searching for the entrance to begin our culmination.

First my hands moved up her sides and encompassed her breasts again. My head bowed down and my tongue slid across her nicely trimmed entrance. Slowly parting the edges to reveal her wetness. I could feel the juices stir. Begging to be tasted. Wanting to be sipped. Hips moved in a way I knew she enjoyed my tasting her. The second lick filled my tongue with her. Very wet and aroused I explored just inside. Her tits swelled in my tightening hands. She bent her knees upward and allowed a full view. Lips spread with ease as they were beginning to sweat the pleasure. My tongue shot in and out. Flickered back and forth, up and down. Pushing at her, teasing her with licks and playful sucks. I heard the first loud moan. It was so enjoyable that I felt a pre-cum release from my cock. Her hips moved round and muscles began to flex as if she was about to start her orgasm. I stopped. You could hear the frustrated sigh leave her mouth.

She was burning, I was burning. I stood over her and removed my shirt. I was in kicking distant and it was my groin that was not protected. She didn’t move. Her eyes stayed focused on me. Watching as I pulled the pants off and flung my clothes to the floor. I stood over her naked. Hard and erect like I’ve never been in years. I could only compare it to the night of hard partying sex as a young man. Throbbing solid hard shaft ready to please and be pleased. My heart pulsated the length of my hardness. I touched myself and her eyes glistened They ached to touch me. Tearing that she will never be able to feel me. She was stroking me with her pupils. Dilated to a point where the alluring blue overwhelmed. Reached out slid forward and back across my cock. My hand joined her and stroked my pounding pulse. Encircled the rod and squeezed enough to watch her eyes explode as the pre-cum surfaced. The candle kept distracting my attention.

“Get the candle.” She erotically whispered. As if she was reading my mind.

I leaned over and grabbed it. Holding power and magic in my hands above a Goddess, like a priest and his glass of wine at mass. Although I did not drink from the glass but I tipped it and watched as wax dripped from the edge. Time seemed to stop. This lone drop fell below me onto her chest. Ecstasy filled the room as she let go from the silence that held her captive. So thrilling it aroused something more inside. She grasped hard onto the headboard. I let another drop go and the wax sealed a mark like a soldered weld. Thrusting her upward. Back fully arched to receive the pain I was pleasuring her with. Excitement deafened my hearing. Pain welted upon her skin as the hot wax had duel purposes. I made a few droplets run down the outside curves. Creating 3D lines that stuck to the bruised skin as they cooled. Every tilt to the flame raised the bar for another. Body convulsing, rowing in extremely deep passion, or was it pain. I watched as she craved the next burn. Her mouth moaning and gasping for air in the temptations I held above her.

I recall experiencing a time when I took a candle and dripped it on myself. Wrists and arms I recall. In one of those altered states of feeling numb. I wanted to see if it hurt. To see if one day I would do this and be able to give as well as receive. I could not hurt myself with pleasure, as I drop another, this time onto her nipple. I know I would be nervous and squeamish if the roles were reversed. I would enjoy the nakedness standing above me. Submissive to the power a female body has on me. Dominated to a point of no return though? I have never thought of it. No hands just the vision and feeling of what is next. Scary when you do not know the person. There is limits you must abide by not to cause damage. Never has a woman dominated me like that. I think it would be climatic to say to the least. Such a woman would have to have a craving as I. To enjoy pleasing more then being pleased.

The flame smolders out and a circled line of smoke rises to the ceiling. I stand there not knowing what to do next. Our eyes connect and the smiles mirror themselves a thousand times inside. She licks her lips. Nods her head. Motions for me. I place the candle on the table and kneel over her stomach. My cock settles between her tits and feels the smooth wax on her skin. Thoughts of how I can do this with chocolate float across my mind. To feel the pained pleasure and be able to lick and eat it afterwards.

Her hands remain outstretched above her head. They do no seem to be growing tired so I leaned across her head and run my hands up her arms. I feel her lips kiss the tip of me. I was over her mouth and had grown to a full erection instantly. I paused and looked back as she lick the shaft. Moistened her lips with the droplets escaping out. She opened her mouth and slowly guided those lips over me. In any other time or place I might have came right a way. Not here, not now. I helped her slide it back and forth. I began to thrust my hips and push myself deep into her mouth. She laid back and allowed the manhood to slide in and out. Her tongue flickered my shaft as I rocked her. Thrusting my pelvis towards her face and knowing exactly when to change direction. Her mouth sucked as I pulled out. Her tongue lapped against my cock as I pressed inward. I felt myself going faster so I slowed the rhythm down. She changed direction and used more of her tongue now. Hard probing jabs made me stop a minute. I felt the rush begin to enter for an exit. She wanted me to explode right now. I hesitated and pulled away from her thirsting. I positioned myself upside down. She licked my balls and played with them in between her lips as I settled in. My hands grabbed a hold of her ass and pulled her hips into my face. My tongue slid into her as she sucked me in. I flickered and played with her love. Used my hands to spread apart and slap back her cheeks. My tongue pointed hard and long as a cock. I began to fuck her with it. Rough and seemingly endless in and out motions. My mind raced as her sucking was fast and relentless. I could feel the blood pump and slam into my veins. I was losing control and things were spinning in my mind. Roller coaster full steam ahead, dizzy with no stops. Her hips tensed upward and I held her ass for the ride. She tightened everything as I fed from her orgasm. I was so involved with drinking her that I exploded like a cannon. I felt her mouth close and fill up with the burning lava. The warmth that surrounded my hardness. The moisture inside and around the shaft.

I devoured her as if I was never going to feed again. Not wanting to remove my hold on her. Squeezing her from behind collapsing myself into her mouth. Muscles contracted and expanded beyond their limits.

Finished, I carefully crawled over her. Silence was golden but I heard like a purring noise. I glanced back at her and she was basking in the moment. She lowered her hands slowly, I believe allowing circulation to regain in them. We hugged and melted together. I could hear the rain, or was it the shower still pouring water. The night was quickly escaping us. Tasting each other was not.

Awakened by a beam of light coming from the curtain. I look at the clock and see it is 6:14. I presume that is A.M. I turn my head and see nothing but curled up sheets and a blanket. She is not there. Where is she? Water still runs in the distant. Sun? Rain? Shower? I get up and check the small motel room to find it as empty as it was before we came here.

Evening Delight

  

Long hard day at work

You walk through the door 

Stressed. Tensed. Tired. 

You secure the handle and turn

Wanting a glass of relaxation 

I startle you with my presence 

Hungry lips find yours

Deep passionate kisses

Wrestle with intensity

Hands firmly grab breasts 

Your shoulder bag falls 

As do I, to my knees

Unbutton your slacks

Run fingers through my hair

I slip beneath elastic thong

Feel your smooth silky skin 

Bare your sexiness as I strip you  down 

To the floor pants fall

As you step from them

Smooth shaved pussy I face

Fingers run over your sex

Aroused I taste a bead of release 

Seeping from within, I kiss softly

Arc yourself against the door

Spread your legs a little more

Run my hand up your leg between your thighs

Just brushe and tease your folds

Feel the warmth magnetize to my fingers

Slip into your wetness

  Quickly replace it with my tongue

Slow intimate tastes of your honey

Each lick I push harder inward

Feel your clit give resistance 

Pull hair, reach down my back 

Rip my shirt away

Animal instincts

I flick into your sultry stream

Nails peel away a layer of my back

Insert a finger up your cunt

Jab my tongue hard over your clit

Alternate back and forth

Another finger two join 

Slippery wet steady flow

I rest back on my heels

Motion takes control, fingers fuck 

Wetness slaps forcefully, penetrates  deep

A scream releases as juices cascade 

Retreat fingers out with suction sound

Mouth dives between your weakened legs

Uncontrollable orgasms spill 

Sucks your pussy dry 

Belt off and jeans drop

Scoop you up as you hug my neck

Your legs wrap around my waist

Rigidness easily enters your warmth

Muscles contract around my shaft

Push my length deep inside

Grunts in a pleasurable agony

Steady my hips in and out

Bodies slam into the door 

Moans grow loud

Words quiver with heavy breaths

Balls slap a juicy repeat 

Another ogasm floods my hardness

Volcano erupts

Explodes with a fever deep inside

You fall limp on my shoulder

I lay you on floor 

Barely conscious, inebriated state

I grope your breasts with my mouth

Feed upon your nipples

Eroticly work my way down

You flinch wildly as I touch your sex

Your pussy is sensitive and worn

Tongue seperates your folds 

Laced with salty cum and sweet nectar

I savor on our joint release

Instantly lose control of thought

Body floods with ecstasy 

This makes your evening a delight

Well worth coming home   
~ADayDreamWriter

*pictures found on Internet 

Lexi – Part 2

The road was dark and the morning sun fought with the moon as he entered the city. It was an eerie sky cover the entire ride. The scene was dark, so was the dismal thoughts that circled in his head. Why was Paulie following me ? Why did he say someone would drive Thomas back ? That is not protocol. This was Mickey’s daughter, illicit or not, this was family. Lexi, who could hurt her ? Who would want to ?

Mickey was a well known businessman in the area. Him and Jack Russo were school yard friends. It started early in their lives. They lived in the slums on the edge of town. They were neighbors and would walk to school by default. The boys were a statistic in poverty. They had no fathers, lost in the war. Their mothers struggled raising boys in a time when the military draft could devastate a family. However Mickey and Jack were survivors of their environment.

It was in the eighth grade when Mickey and Jack bonded for life. Mickey was a player and had the street smarts. Loved the girls and played every sport there was. Jack on the other hand was a nerdy young man who was not shy but never fit in socially with the other kids. On that first day of December Mickey was running a bit behind. He was jogging to catch up with the other neighborhood kids. He turned the corner to see his cousins making fun of Jack in the alley. Working him over for his lunch and what small money he saved to buy his mother a Christmas present. Mickey hollered to the them. “Come on.” The two cousins stopped immediately and ran off with Mickey.

Later in science class, Jack sat next to Mickey. It was test day and he noticed Mickey was struggling with the exam. Jack reached into his notebook and took out a blank piece of paper. He slid his test paper back into the notebook. Mickey’s face questioned the other boy’s action until Jack made himself throw up on the blank one. The class erupted with disgust and the teacher ran with the waste basket to Jack. They threw away the mess and Jack told the teacher it was nerves and he was fine. The teacher gave Jack another test paper which he quickly filled out for Mickey. The life long bond was created.

Dr Russo turned left onto the service road that led behind his institution. It was a mental facility on the outside looking in. It was a private hospital, clinic for the many people who did not want society knowing their business. Dr Russo pulled his BMW into the underground parking garage. The arm raised to let him enter as Paulie creeped slowly by the entrance and eventually out of sight.

The car drove pass the signs to the left that stated for ‘Authorized Vehicles Only.’ He followed the tunnel deep beneath ground level. His remote control raised the steel roll up door and allowed him to park in one of the several partitions. The overhead door closed down as David pushed a stretcher out the automatic hospital type doors. Dr. Russo popped the trunk and the two lifted Lexi onto the stretcher.

“Take care of the beamer. No evidence, David.” Dr. Russo was tired, stern and preoccupied for any small talk. David immediately noticed these features and caught the keys Dr. Russo tossed to him.

Once inside the sterile room of whiteness. Dr. Russo unzipped the bag. There laid a woman he loved. If Dr. Russo had loved anything or anyone, it was Lexi. Yes, she was half his age and could have anything, anyone she wanted. “What happened to you Lexi?” Dr. Russo asked the air. He dragged her onto a hospital table. The bruises on her skin shined like flourscent paint. He set up an IV. Plugged machine after machine into her veins and taped wires on her head and chest.

The loud beep of a heart broke the stillness inside the room. It screamed LIFE with a rhythm in time. Lexi was alive, even if she was struggling to stay there. Dr. Russo made no attempt to cover her naked body, he just stood back and stared. His fingers combed through the dried blood knotted in her hair. He ran his hand on her back and blue cheek. Her skin was just as smooth as he remembered. He examined every inch of Lexi. “You were mauled. Who ? Why ?” Dr. Russo whispered in the empty room of medical machines telling him that Lexi was still fighting.

After a few hours Dr. Russo awoke in his chair at the foot of the table. His eyes slightly opened, followed up her legs. He rose to his feet. Squeezed out a sponge in a bucket of warm water. He washed her feet. The bottom, between her toes, the top not missing a detail. He rinsed and worked his way around her ankles. His soft touch was caring, sensual. He massaged the bruises with the sponge and soothed over them with his bare hand. He continued to clean her legs. He worked slowly with no sense of urgency or time. The bath had made it between her thighs. He dripped the water over her sex. Rubbed the wetness with his fingers until one of them entered her. The doctor caressed her muscles. Played with her clit and was so relax in doing so. His delicate touch soon felt her invitation for another finger. He slid them in and out as disciplined as the monitor beeped her life into the room.

After quite a while of this, the lubruication sounds he created were making the bulge in his pants grow. He dropped his scrubs to the ground and stroked his cock in unison with his fingers in and out of Lexi. Dr. Russo slid her body down the table until her firm ass was resting on the edge. He held her legs up and entered a very wet unresponsive warmth. He watched as every inch of himself disappeared into her vagina. He thrusted deep and saw her breasts jiggle a bit. Those breasts he operated on twice. The way they jumped inside her flesh. He was crazed with the image and began to slam his cock into her so her chest would jolt and those tits would bounce before him. Dr. Russo rocked his hips in and out of Lexi with a steady motion. He was passionate about fucking her, he wanted her this one last time. The grunts soon turned into heavy breathing, skin slapping and juices slurping at the friction. He kept at it, going harder and faster into her as the build up finally released and he felt her tighten around his release into her. She screamed in orgasm and clutched the sides of the tables. His entire body was stiff with release and hers as well. Lexi had multiple orgasms as the monitor raced. She flooded the table with a mixture of them.

…to be continued

~ADayDreamWriter

*photo taken from the internet

Lexi – Part 1

He had to take the chainsaw out. It was his last resort. She had gone too far, again. Curled in the fetal position with spilled blood covering her body. She knew she did wrong. He could not take anymore death. She was his dream, she was HIS.

“This must come to an end! ” His scream faded beneath the revving of the chain saw. “You were told time after time!”

The demon inside lingered just below her skin. It waited patiently to escape. It built up a hunger that when it appeared it claimed life to feed it’s own need.

The blood splattered across the room as the chain rotated rapidly around the blade. The engine drowned the terror that washed her from his memory. She was beautiful, she was…. beyond his grasp of darkness.

Dr. Russo was paid by the mafia to clean things up. This was to be another one of those jobs. Dr. Russo looked at his phone and saw a text from Paulie that he was not prepared for that evening. ‘Beach house needs cleaning.’ He knew right away that he had to stop what he was doing. He had to go to the beach house and clean things up for Mickey. Never a dull moment when Mickey has someone to call.

When Dr. Russo and his assistant Thomas arrived up the coast at Mickey’s beach house, there was two men in suits waiting just behind the wrought iron gates. The two soldiers verified who he was and allowed him to enter the grounds. The dobermans ran lose up and down the long driveway but came running when Paulie blew the silent whistle. Dr Russo and Thomas drove into the opened garage. The house was well-lit for two-thirty in the morning.

Once inside, they noticed a flawless woman on the floor. She was gorgeous. She was naked. She was beaten. She was… Lexi. He made many bodies disappear, it was his speciality. This was no different, even if he had slept with her on numerous occasions. Even if he performed several enhancements to make her more beautiful than she naturally was. He could not speak. He felt his dinner rise from his stomach. He swallowed hard. Thomas noticed something was wrong. Dr. Russo could not let on that he knew her. That she, that she was Mickey’s daughter.

Thomas was a quiet man in his early forties, just ten years younger than the doctor. He was methodical in his cleaning and detail of what Mickey paid them extremely well to do. Thomas would stay to his sanitizing but something bothered him about this corpse. Thomas made no mention of her warmth to Dr Russo. Blood was still flowing through her veins. Slowly, barely but there was a heartbeat inside. He raised his eyes to the doctor and never spoke a word. He just stared, glared at the doctor. Dr. Russo looked over his glasses as they rested half way down his nose. His focus lasted long enough for Thomas to know that he was not the only one to notice.

Their demented minds immediately had other plans for Lexi. This was an opportunity and this duo always took advantage of opportunities. They laid her in the usual body bag. This routine was done dozens of times and both knew that words were frown upon when dealing with a Mickey situation.

As Dr. Russo closed the trunk to his BMW, he turned to Thomas. “I will have David come pick you up.” Dr Russo looked down at his watch. It was 3:08 in the morning. “Say around 8:30. Is that ok?” The doctor had his chin pressed onto his shirt and raised his eyes to look over his eyeglass frames once again. Thomas nodded his head and carried his tool boxes back into the beach house without ever answering.

Paulie came up alongside the car as Dr Russo opened the car door. He held the door as the doctor sat in the car. Paulie spoke in that low italian draw. “No need for David. I will have one of the men drive him.” This was never considered before and should have thrown a red flag but Dr. Russo politely agreed and closed the driver side door.

The guard opened the gate so the BMW could exit the grounds. It turned onto the winding mountainous road back to the city. Usually that would be the last connection of anyone associated with the scene but Paulie followed him in a tinted window escalade.

…to be continued

~ADayDreamWriter

*photo taken from pinterest