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Erotic Horror

Here is a little erotic horror I was working on. Abandoned for now but enjoy!


People never understand what real fear is until they are in the grip of
it. Hearts beating, short gasps of breath, increased hearing capacity.
The entire world slows down to a simple, focused event. I always have
their undivided attention in the most interesting ways. I find the
intricacies of true panic and fight or flight response both sexually
stimulating, and intellectually gratifying. A simple bead of sweat can
become a rainstorm of emotion when trickling into a subjects eye. Simple
creatures these pigs, easily influenced and manufactured into the fuck
dogs of the 21st century. Here comes one now. Obviously vying for My
attentions with his well defined arms and taut white tank top. The glow
of his machismo will look really hot under the plastic later. I can feel
him fighting even now. Time to pump my dick. Brushing past him with a
throaty " Pardon me" and he's already eye fucking me. This suit never
fails to turn them into nervous children.

The pissy stench of a club bathroom is anything but subtle. Greasy
fingerprints all over the mirrors and lipstick on the stall doors are
always particularly revolting to me. How drunk do you have to be to make
out with a bathroom stall? I digress, for now there is hunting to be
done. I always enjoy a nice pumping before I get started on the
evening's main event. It adds a level of sexual energy to My voice when
I know My clit is hard and jumping with anticipation. I enjoy the ritual
of lining the tip of the tube with a nice thick lubricant to create a
proper seal. It creates a strong vacuum that leaves me almost as
breathless as My victims. I even bought a special mirror so that I can
set it down and see everything from both above and below. If you have
never looked up your own skirt to see your gloriously pink pussy sucked
into a pump, you have not truly lived.

My prick is primed and I am ready. It is always difficult to get My
skirt back down after a good pump. The tube sticks out in a most painful
way creating a nice annoying tension that inspires more sadism. A glance
to ensure My tits were being delivered in a pleasing way and I am back
on the prowl. I hate the monotony of the whole bar scene. The same tired
old formulas for a quick fuck and an easy answer do nothing to increase
My sex drive. How many times can they ask how big My tits are? Perhaps
if these boys worked on their manners a bit more, exterminators like
Myself would be unnecessary.

"Cosmo please," I cooed at the bartender. Where did this little fucktoy
slither off to now? I despise chasing them; I prefer when My prey begs
for it first. All of this smoke makes it impossible to see anyone's face
in here. "That will be eight-fifty, baby." "Thanks, sugar balls." The
tasty little morsel behind the bar will do in a pinch, though he seems
like he would be one of those sloppy weepers. The kind that leaves dried
snot down their nose and mouth, completely ruining any mood I might have
created. He obviously needs to be taught a few manners. Baby? Huh, not
his fucking baby, that's for sure.

There he is. I must walk gingerly so I do not disturb My mini prick or
tear My jewelry. It's a labor of love that takes patience and skill. I
begin to breathe deeper as I close in on him. Calming My urges, leaving
him not one clue as to My true desires. He is hooked and I haven't even
lined the pole yet. Starting towards Me he puts on his best "hi my name
is" face and blocks My path." Those earrings look really heavy. "Fuck,
is this the best he has got? If so, it's going to be an early night."
It's subjective really, they are more sharp than heavy. Is that the best
you can do for a pick up line?". Oh, isn't that cute, he's speechless. I
inspect him visually and casually raise My glass for a toast. "Cheers,
to fucking on the first date?" I purr. A clink of our glasses and we
are off to a table in the corner.

His arrogance is a poison unto himself. He doesn't even realize what he
has just done. I like the way his eyes get serious when he brings the
conversation around to sex. He is letting Mme know he means business, he
knows his stuff. Time will tell, and speaking of which, I am ready to
blow this pop stand. "Why don't you come back to my house and entertain
Me? The drinks and music are much better and I would like to take you
out for a test drive anyway". "Umm, ok. I just need to pay my tab."
With that he is scurrying off to the bar like a sow to the trough.
I love it when they first come into my bedroom. I have designed it as a
fuck pit to be coveted by hedonists far and wide. There are strips of
red lights, luxurious linens in exotic fabrics, sex toys, restraints,
and many exquisite pieces of fine art photography focusing on sexy
fetish items and beautiful women. It always has a slight musky spice in
the air somewhere between cinnamon and amber. The room itself is a
potent blend of sex magic and manipulative intention. There are no
accidents in the design or décor of this, My inner sanctuary. Everything
serves both functional and decorative purposes.

"Sit there, on the floor and watch". He sits like a good boy and stares
in awe as I remove My tight plastic jacket. "Do you want to stay here
with Me?", I ask. "Fuck yes," he stammers. Another one who is so fucking
eager they cant make a sentence, splendid. "Well if you're going to stick
around you're going to have to learn some respect. I don't like men who
curse at Me and I am only attracted to submissive men. Are you willing
to give up whatever preconceived notions you have of fucking and become
My fuck puppet?" "Whatever's clever baby, you can spank Me a little if
that's your stick. I can be a freak". Isn't he quite the linguist. I can
see already any further conversation is as pointless as pissing on a
forest fire. I drop down onto My hands and knees to crawl towards him,
in a catlike prowl. When I reach him I slide one hand up his chest
slowly around his neck, My hand tensing as I get up onto My knees and
lean forward. His lips are soft. His mouth is wet with the taste of
whisky and the sour smell of a thousand lies. I bite down hard on his
lip as I choke him, alternating between biting and soft flicks of My
skilled tongue. Now we are getting somewhere. My cunt is throbbing, I
have to get this off. Sliding My knee between his legs with firm
pressure; I distract him just long enough to grab the kidskin from
behind his head. His cock is hard and his breathing heavy as I sit back
down in front of him.

"Have you ever been restrained?" Slowly I run my hand up his ass,
stalling in the center. At the tip of his slit I dig my nail in. This
asshole just tried to kiss Me. I quickly snap on the restraints and clip
them to the d-ring behind him. Oh, he thought I was joking. So adorable.
I hope he doesn't pass out too quickly, I have much in store for his
pretty mouth.

The pump has My pussy jumping and very wet. My clit is four times its
normal size and a dark plum color. Fuck, it hurts when I pull on it.
The clear cylinder hardly gives at all. Each movement sends a blinding
sensation of pain though My cunt that leaves Me on edge and very horny.
I want to fuck. I want to fuck someone's face. I want to fuck them to death.

To Be Continued...

Rubber Sheets

The smell of rubber.

I have the sweet vanilla scent of latex swirling through my head. I keep tasting it. There is something so surreal and so very decadent about adding a latex pillow to your bed for everyday use. I can not describe it. If you are someone who enjoys indulging a rubber fetish I would highly reccomend investing in one. It is simply divine. When you lay on it; it doesnt get nearly as hot as one would expect. There is a nice warmth on the parts touching your skin. It almost feels like someones wet tounge when it heats up to skin temp on an area that is slick with something.The parts that aren't directly on your flesh stay cool to the touch, and slide easily. Very, very erotic. Why on earth didnt I think of this before?
I am speechless and heading back to my fuck den for some " meditation."

bloody butterfly kisses,
Ms B