Under Him

I met him at the pub again, we ordered a beer and he watched me closely the whole time. The first kiss was tender, he kissed me outside in the alley. He wrapped his arms around my waist, and pulled me close to him. I loved being close to him. I did almost stumble on my high heels but, he caught me. We giggled in the streets, we always had a good time together.

He takes me to his, its just easier. I'm too nervous to protest, and he notices. Silence is golden and awkward. To say we are strangers, isn't a lie, it just isn't the whole truth either. He knows me quite well, he's spent a long time with me.

Just not in this context.

He made me feel dirty and precious all at once. It was making me shiver up and down spine, he pushed me up against a wall. His skin felt smooth and comforting against mine. I ached for him, I pressed closer to him trying climb into him. I needed him. He pulled my panties down and tossed me down on the sofa.

I spread my legs wide for him, smiling devilishly we both knew I am wicked girl. He knelt beside the sofa, smiling right back.

His face was buried in pussy, he was licking at my clit like a man starving for a steak. He promised me this and so much more. I couldn't help myself, he made me want to be a submissive. My hips arched up as I gasped wetly. He licked my aching pussy nice and slowly, making me drip. I trembled and squealed as he made me cum. I could barely breathe it felt so good, he just smiled up at me and laughed.

"Good girl." He said.
"Thank you." I said with a smile as I watched him move closer to me.

His cock is magnificent as I looked up at him, I opened my mouth wide offering it to him. He gladly accepted shoving it in, the force choked me.

Hard.

The Games

We have this dance we do every time we see each other. I forgot when it started, it's just been natural I suppose. We pretend we've never met, we meet at a hotel. Somewhere seedy is always his pick but I prefer something higher class. It gives me a reason to get dressed up. Today was a special day, it was Valentine's Day. Slinky red dress no panties, just for him.

Today was about him.

"I want you to hurt me." I whisper as you stroke my cheek in the darkness.
"I will." He says as he has me pinned I can't move my arms.
We're kissing, his mouth tastes like a red velvet cupcake. I keep kissing him slowly, I'm nervous. His hand his on my thigh.

I want this but I know he's different. He'll give me the pain I want so badly. He will also require intense devotion. I know his type. He's something dark when he's with me. I like the way he makes me feel when we're here.
"Can you do it?" I ask him, stealing a glance at him.
"Don't kid yourself precious." He says tightening his grip around my neck.

He kissed me again. I felt his cock against me as he carried me into the bedroom. It's been along time since I'd been carried anywhere. He had a way of making me feel precious, even though I know what he's going to do to me.

Wolfen Slave

The Lost Alice, Lacie of the wolves always finds her own way. Trying to find her own pack to run with. She is star crossed, until she is star-struck. Words make her swoon and blush. He needs more. She wants to hold him close and heal him. The lone wolf. She could be given a costume and made to look fine. A pixel princess one night, a fire dancer the next. Her task is to dance. Just look pretty. She fell into this world, her job at the circus. Luck. It is all luck. The universe smiles on her, even when it’s kicking her. She can never figure out why. Right now she’s thinking, “I want to speak the language of the stars to you.” I am on a mission to bring him peace again. To dream for him and my new and lovely friends. Balancing surreal and real is easy, when he says he loves me. I am his girl tumbling down. The costumes he makes me are too lovely. Truly, the stuff of dreams. Knowing I’m going to go out there terrifies me. Breathe deep and think lovely thoughts. Be Lighter than sunshine. The Hatter demands so much of me, pushes me to great lengths. He has seen what I can achieve in the thoughts that rest in my head. He can see in my dreams, the other parts of my head. I feel safe just knowing he’s standing there with me. He’s creating my dream worlds. I want to be the reason he creates more, writes more, and makes us all feel the touch of his magic again. I want to be loved by you. I'm not afraid... I'm just lost. Find me in the waters, I'm healing. This is my wish. My lips taste like cherry and sugar. The sound of breaking glass wakes me from my dreamy sleep. The thought that I am awake again makes me ache. I miss him. I know I am on my side again. Not a circus girl. I need to dream. I can’t figure out Cat's motivations or His. I can't even figure out mine. I just want to be with him always. Even this far apart. My skin flushes with heat. My mouth tastes of cinnamon now. It makes me blush furiously. Recounting my last dream. She is Lacie, citizen of the city of Wonderlandia, circus girl. She is also Lacie, librarian, and she is going to be late for work. She put her headphones on. "Don't you, forget about me. Will you call my name?" She wouldn't forget it. Not ever, don't worry iPod. The buses light were oddly violet but she got on anyway. Thinking only of her dream-world. I don't understand how to control it. I just want to be in the circus. Being myself is dull. I'm much better when he loves me. He's my home. He's taught me so much in a few months. I've become a better Lacie. Just dreaming my strength, my will. I've done tightrope walks I've walked with fire for him. I can handle this, as the bus stops. I go inside. Would it be possible to be the Lacie I am with you in this world she thinks as she waits to start running.

Kissing Into Awake

"No tricks Lacie, do you accept?" The Hatter asked still smiling but serious.

She considered. He lived here, and I didn't. Could it work?

"Yes," I said. What else was there? I couldn't feel half as good if I refused over a silly thing like distance. He'd proven that. Perhaps now I had said yes I wouldn't need to go back. Perhaps the rules had changed now that there was no trickery. I took my seat at the table across from him, in front of him. My heart was reacting like a neutron bomb. I was suddenly aware of the circus. Cat from Cheshire was seated to my left side. She tilted her head smiled.

"Hello Lacie" her pincushion already out. She was circling a needle around her wrist.

“Ready for another fitting?” She was smiling like the the cat that ate the canary.

She held out her hand to me, I reluctantly took it. Cat had a reputation for being sneaky. That I knew what happened next? I was not expecting. She pushed me back against a tree as soon as they were out of eyesight and earshot of anyone. Her lips on mine, pressed hard and unrelenting. Cat was out to bruise my lips purple. She pushed scraping my skin against the tree trunk. Pain shot around my whole body, but it hurt good. I wanted more. Her, Hatter, it didn't matter. My mind told me I needed that sense of the pain. I'd forgotten what this was like, I'd locked the memory away for good reason. I needed this, I hungered. Pushed myself to do things to get my fix. Then she let me up slowly, leading the way back to her tent. It was the furthest out. I could suddenly empathized with mice better. There was something to be said for knowing someone plays with their food and suddenly being the food played with. Cat's tent was covered in fabrics and mannequins with various outfits in various stages of completion. It was chaos incarnate as I was thrust to the center of the tent, almost as if being put on stage. I was going to be made lovely.

Land of Falling Stars by Keta Diablo

Being an indie author I like to highlight my fellow indies. Usually I can find the beauty in any book. Perhaps something useful to me, not always. I have to be honest here though.

Keta Diablo can not be bothered to research anything, or at least that's how it feels. Her obvious biases show in her writing. Terribly distracting and unprofessional. Her characters lack even a second dimension, they seem wooden and vapid. Which makes it hard for the reader to even care about what is happening. Why read on if your thinking "Seriously, are you even from...Earth? Do you live around other humans?" The men are no better, pretty but Jesus if Ms.Diablo knows men like this, wow. I feel blessed to know men who understand I have feelings and am a human being. The sex was too much, even for a seasoned smut reader (like well, me). It seemed to not even be written for women, or with any Ms. Diablo's style which made it hard to read. Some scenes I totally skipped through. Is debasing yourself, really sexy in erotic romance? This book did have some good points, it was well edited and flowed well were it not for unlikeable characters, over the top sex, and total bias, this would've been great.

1/5 squees I'd read other books by her, to see if maybe she just picked a bad subject. Read Land of Falling Stars

Alpha Promise

Loud music pulsed behind us, I kept tuned out the best I could. Dubstep was a nice aural drug but tonight I was after something more. I sat waiting, watching everyone pass by. People were so beautiful when they thought no one was looking, no one looks here expect me. "Tell me about him." said my new friend. "Tell me about you" I said looking him over, he was a bigger man, bigger than me, but who wasn't? I was small but stocky. The kind of doll you can knock around a bit. I liked that about me. At least I did before. That was what tonight was tonight was about finding myself. I was here at a night club trying to figure out who I was, where I'd gone wrong. I mean I was pretty right, sweet? "I like to watch my friend have sex. He's an alpha. He does things to women." His voice had a pang of need that made me shiver. I was starting to ache, he was making me squirm. He put his hand on my thigh. The contrast of dark skin against my honeyed milk skin hinted at more intimate things to come. "Seems very fun." I was leaning forward to whisper in his ear, pressing into him, teasing him ever so slightly. "He'd love you, fucking that tight cunt." He said squeezing my thigh, nestling my legs apart. His fingers pressed against the fabric of my panties, rubbing my clit ever so gently. The idea thrilled me, both of them. Fucking me. It made me dizzy, my head was spinning. "Why don't you call him?" I asked with a smile. "Perhaps." He said before taking a swig of his beer. His fingers worked my clit and I was forced to keep a straight face and complete and total composure while he made have an orgasm there on the bar stool. I couldn't help but giggle. "Well alright." I said.

Advent 2012

I'm doing it again, although yet again a little late announcing it over here. The 2012 Advent Event is totally on! Go here. Hightlights include my hunt for a very good boy, with an endurance contest.Do you want me? Come show me just how much. I want presents and adoration,after all it is my birth month. Come endure for me. And this video. Its trippy and explains what's been holding you back from achieving trance or nirvana. I hope it's the first in a series. Please feel free to comment with questions for future videos. Like my voice? Check out my lab