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A Taste

we meet in secret, in a hotel room – you give me a peck on the cheek and tell me that as long as i do everything you say, we can meet again. if i hesitate, or fail in the slightest and you will leave and i will never see you again.

you have me undress and lay on the bed, already erect, as your eyes take in my cock, bouncing eagerly on my belly with anticipation – you step forward and blindfold me – i hear you moving and the sound of your clothes falling to the floor. i ask if you’re naked, and you tell me not to speak.

i feel you climbing onto the bed, and you tell me that i am not to touch you, that i am not to touch myself. i am not even allowed to move unless told to – you kneel over me, your legs straddling mine, looking down at me trembling with excitement, my member fit to burst.

you stroke my chest softly, with the tips of you fingers, feel my heart pounding rapidly, the way a wild beast might pound its cage in an effort to be free. you sweep your fingers down over my belly, stopping just short of my twitching shaft. you run both your hands down my sides and up over me, stopping even closer this time. you do this, again and again, getting nearer and nearer, until the lightest touch would have me overflow.

i can tell, by the way you are breathing more heavily and the light trembling of the bed, what you are doing to yourself. you remind me again, with the hint of a gasp in your voice, not to touch you and not to touch myself, knowing just how much i long to – through the mattress i feel your hips start to rock back and forth and hear your light, open-mouthed gasps reflect off the ceiling and know you have your head tilted back in ecstasy.

you lean forward, supporting yourself with your other hand on the headboard and plant the tiniest of kisses on my quivering lips. i can feel your hair brush against my skin and your breath, like sweet steam, on my cheek – your mouth hovers over mine as your orgasm erupts through you, spreading like molten, bubbling lava, to the very tips of your fingers and toes – your orgasmic moans are soft, breathy and almost whisper-like, but there is no mistaking the pleasure they portray, as you pant and pulsate over me, your body on fire with delight.

before you climb off me, you sweep a glistening fingertip over my lips, barely touching them but giving me a tantalising taste of heaven, as i lay there gasping with a mixture of unbearable frustration and momentous delight. you dress silently, still shaking with excitement, and exit the room without a sound, leaving me in the dark, glued to the spot with fear of losing you, my erection still raging like a hungry wolf.

it is only hours later when i hear an awkward cough that is not yours, that i dare take off the blindfold. only to see the ugly old, toothless maid, who has come to clean the room, standing at the end of the bed, mouth gaping and eyes bulging at the sight of my still stiff, still trembling body.


Please

drown in my pain.
let it fill you up,
breathe it in,
inhale it,
drink it,
shower in it.

let my pain
drench you
in pleasure,
feast on it,
drip to it.

come to my screams,
get high on my begging,
explode every time
you say no,
every time
you take more
of me.

bathe in my pain,
let it
cleanse you
and fulfill you,
crave it,
need it
take it all.

fuck yourself deep
with my agony,
caress your clit
with my fear.

see me finished
and broken
and know
you’ve only
just begun.

please.


Fitness centre

i have worked at the fitness centre for five years and know all the best places to hide and watch women changing or showering. i have never been caught before, but you are sharper than most and spot me in my hiding place and drag me out, in front of the other women in the changing room, to the accompaniment of much laughter and sneering.

most of you giggle at my naked form and twitching erection, a few of you look quite angry, although one or two have looks of genuine desire in your eyes. you ask me what i was doing and even though i can only stutter, you all know that i was jerking off, as i spied on you all changing. you demand that i continue, in front of you all, and this suggestion is met with a round of cheers and more laughter. i try to protest but you pick up a hockey stick and i can see by the steel in your eyes that you wouldn’t hesitate for a second to beat me with it. one or two of the girls, that were angered at my intrusion, pick up their sticks too, and i realise that i have no choice but to perform in front of you all.

i start to stroke my cock up and down. tentatively at first, closing my eyes against the giggles and jeers, but when i look about, i realise how beautiful the sight before me is. i am surrounded by women of all ages and shapes, in various states of undress, and i start to thrill to the whole idea. my eyes fill themselves and almost drown in ageing thighs and chubby arms, breasts, old and young alike define themselves through towels and underwear and i realise just how gloriously beautiful all women are, regardless of age or shape.

i hear one of you clap their hands together in delight as my cock squirts its first stream of cum and i shiver with delight to the sound of gasps and giggles, my knees trembling and cum dripping through my fingers and spraying into the air. afterwards you tell me that unless i want my boss to know about my sick little games, then i am to come back at the same time tomorrow, so that you can humiliate me further.


another fantastic guest post from rose

you come to my place… we are acquainted, you and i. i’ve had a thing for you, but you never paid me any attention. i’m in the kitchen…. you come in for coffee, stand behind me at the sink but this time a little too close for me. i turn around … grab both your arms and throw you to the floor, (i’m stronger than i look). you are freaking out… have no clue what’s going on. i tell you to
“shut the fuck up!”
tell you to
“take your belt off!”
i take the belt and tie your feet together so you can’t run. i take off my top and undo your button and zipper,  slide your pants down, then I slip out of my panties and lift my skirt, straddle you and run my hands up under your shirt. you looked scared, but you don’t say anything, i can feel what you are thinking tho, it’s growing under me. poor men…. can’t control their cocks… even when they are in dangerous positions. anyway…. i wiggle around a little, get a feel for you, teasing you… saying degrading things to you,
“you pathetic cunt!”
i lean over, my hands on the floor beside your head, my tits inches from your face. i ask you if you want to suck them, you don’t say a word. i ask you again, nothing. i slap you and you stammer
“y-y-y-y-yes.”
so i tell you to
“fucking do it!”
and i put my tits close to your mouth. i’m rocking on you…. but you are not in me, you are getting so hard. i tell you to
“take one of your hands and put it between me and your cock!”
i want to feel your hand grab yourself with me sitting on top of you.
“squeeze your cock you cunt!
make my clit move with it!
don’t you dare cum or i’ll bite you!”
i lift and tell you to find my hole and fill it. you fumble…. you want to shoot i can tell but you are afraid. you hold yourself straight up and i sit on you taking you in and start moving up and down, forward and back. you start to moan and i tell you to
“shut the fuck up! this is my game, not yours!”
i’m moving faster… so fucking wet… i’m gonna cum but you are not. i grind…just the way i like it, faster, faster, harder, harder. your head is moving side to side
“i’m there….fuck me i’m there….”
i let out in a guttural moan, pressing as close as i can.
“fuck yeah!”
“fuck me!”
then i lift…. fast, you are dying on the floor. i tell you to grab your cock and squeeze it as hard as you can…
“you better not fucking cum!
lay there until you can control it!”
i get up… put my top back on and watch you struggle. i smile and untie your feet and tell you to “get up!” tell you to
“fix yourself!”
you pull up your pants, zip up, put on your belt, run your hands thru your hair and look at me like a small child wanting a cookie.
“you fucker!”
i tell you…
“now get the fuck out!”

thank you rose