The Grind

Loud ringing startles me awake. Terminator is next to me, his arm loosely around my waist. I realize the ringing is coming from my phone on the night table on my side of the bed. I reach over and grab it

“Hello.” My voice is a groggy croak.

“You’re still asleep? My ex-husband. Father of my son.

“What is it?” I ask, trying to sit up.

“Do you know what time it is? he demands, all judgy. He wants to over details of bringing our son home the next day, and we settle things and hang up.

I look out the window. Sunrise? Sunset? Who knew? I’m on Planet Cock where there’s only one kind of time. Fuck Standard Time. Don’t pester me with stupid earthly concepts.

So thirsty. My throat feels like sandpaper. I reach for the bottle of water on the table and chug down almost half of the large bottle. Seduction requires wine; sex requires water.

I turn to look at Terminator and he’s lying there watching me like a tiger about to pounce. The look in his eye is unmistakable.

“Oh my GOD,” I whisper. “Seriously?

“I can’t get enough of your sweet pussy,” he smiles. “I love the way she grabs and squeezes, no matter how hard I pound her.” He slides on top of me and in between my legs, and pops a nipple in his mouth. The head of his gorgeous cock is pressed against my pussy, like barbarians at the gate, waiting to invade and ravage.

“I think you destroyed my pussy,” I say. I feel her responding to his soft sucking and biting of my nipples. She’s waking up, twitching, getting hungry again. The slut. “I don’t think I can –” He bites and pulls my nipple hard, sending a flood of heat and desire all through me. No matter how tired, distracted or angry I am, my nipples get my body, my pussy humming. They’re like the ignition in a car.

“Mmmmmmmm.” I moan. He does it again, sucking and pulling on both my nipples until I’m rubbing my pussy against him, making him twitch and moan. I feel him get stiffer and harder against me.

He kisses his way up to my neck, sucking me and biting me there, and then back down to my nipples, biting and tugging until I’m slick and humping against his cock, trying to get him inside me. My knees are at his waist, I’m humping him like a horny dog, but still he won’t slide into me. His hard, slick cock feels glorious against me, and my clit is starting to come out and investigate.

“Give it to me, fuck me please,” I whisper I need his cock inside me.

“I thought you were done,” he teases. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he says, pressing against my slit hard. Bastard. I could feel him shaking with the strain of keeping out of my pussy.

I spread my knees high and wide, and pushed my clit and slit against him hard.

“Baby fuck me, please.”

“You horny bitch,” he whispered. SLAM. I screamed at the impact. Oh yes.

He started pounding me immediately, taking my breath away with the force of his stroke. He was going so deep my pussy was seizing around him, grabbing him up to his balls. Give it to me, kill me, destroy me. He pounded the air out of my lungs. My pussy was loving every inch, every stroke.

“I’m not your baby,” he breathed. Slam-slam-slam-slam, oh god, yes.

“I’m your Master,” he hisses, his balls slamming against me. god yes, yes yes
“Do you hear me, pussy?” He grabs my legs and holds them up on either side, thighs up, putting my pussy front and center, easier to pound with a vengeance.

“Yes,” dontstopdontstopdontstop

“Say it.” slamslamslamslamslam I love the way his balls hit me

“You’re my Master.” I’m panting. I can barely breathe he’s fucking me so hard that I can’t catch my breath.

“Don’t forget it,” he says.

The sight of his massive cock pounding my swollen pussy makes me start ejaculating,gushing fluid.

I feel a twitch deep inside my pussy right before I ejaculate. There’s a spot he’s hitting that stimulates the fluid. It feels delicious, so deep inside, and I push back harder against his thrusts. chasing that stroke, that twitch that starts deep inside and clenches his cock and explodes in fluid.

Oh yes, I push harder — I think I hear him growling – his hand is around my neck, but I don’t care, his cock is hitting the spot, YES, and I grab his ass to keep his cock all the way inside me and I thrust and pump and griiiiind and against his massive cock stroking that spot deep inside my hot pussy.


I know I’m gushing and gushing and I pump and pump and pump until I come and come and come in fantastic waves of release. I feel him convulsing inside me, growling like a bear, his cock twitching hard, and he pumps deep his hand on my throat until he collapses on top of me.

We lie tangled and panting, wet and spent. After a few minutes, we look at each other and burst out laughing.

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Mercy II

I’ve never been collared. I’ve never done any BDSM at all, but I know Terminator is into it and I feel safe enough in his hands to experiment and play with him. If I didn’t feel completely safe I wouldn’t be there at all.

 I spend a few minutes feeling the black leather collar and how the chain is connected to it. The collar is snug but not tight, and I can’t disconnect the chain. When I walked around the perimeter of the bed, the thin, heavy chain dragged on the floor lightly. I could reach the door, but the door was locked. I couldn’t remember ever noticing the lock on the bedroom door, but why would I? I only ever entered this room to fuck.

Thankfully the chain was long enough for me to reach the bathroom on the other side of the room. There are a dresser and wall unit opposite the bed, with a flat screen television and bookshelves built in. The wall adjacent the bed was floor to ceiling windows which were draped in opaque curtains.

I paced up and down,wondering what would happen next. How would Terminator exert his dominance? Anything could happen. I sat quietly cross-legged on the bed to listen. Silence.

I was lost in thought and absentmindedly started stroking my pussy. The flush of pleasure made me lie back on the pillows as I stroked, and I closed my eyes recalling the Terminator’s invasion of me earlier that morning. I lay there, eyes closed, idly stroking myself, my legs open, knees up so I could stroke the length of my pussy.

I heard the lock turn through a haze of pleasure and the door opened. Terminator stood there holding a tray of food looking at me, knees akimbo, hand in the cookie jar. He was not amused.

“I’m the only one touching that pussy this weekend. Stand up, you horny slut.”

I stood up, embarrassed, but what the hell else was I supposed to do? Read? Sex was in every molecule of the air I breathed. I watched him as he crossed the room and placed the tray on the dresser across from the bed. He took something from the drawer and sat down in a gray chair near the window.

“Come here,” he said quietly. His face was hard, his voice was serious. I felt a flutter of anxiety as I went to him, the chain rattling behind me. His gaze traveled up my body to my face and I saw the trace of a smile cross his mouth before the hardness returned to his face.

“You can’t be trusted.”

I was silent and stared down at my toes.

“What do you have to say for yourself?” He asked sternly.

“I’m very sorry Master, please forgive me.” I’m still staring at my toes.

“You don’t look sorry to me,” he said.

“I am, sir. Really.” I had to stop myself from laughing. I didn’t look up or I would  have lost it completely.

“I don’t think you are. You think this is funny. It’s not. You need to learn obedience.”

“Yes, sir.” I couldn’t keep the mirth from my voice. I haven’t been obedient since the fourth grade.

“Pussy, you need to learn the hard way to do as you’re told. You need a spanking. Lie down across my knees.”

I looked at him but didn’t move. Just because.

“I told you to lie down across my knees,” Tight voice.

I lay across his lap, and he positioned me to his taste. I lay there, feeling the hard muscles of his thighs, aware of my ass in the air in front of him, and trying to brace myself for the first blow.

He held me on his lap and slid two fingers into my pussy. He stroked her, teased juicy softness and played with her until I was just aroused enough to move in response, and started finger-fucking me transporting to creamy bliss.
“You know about safe words, right?” he asked softly.

“Hm? I was riding his fingers and barely capable of thought.

“Safe words? You know what they are?” he asked softly, fucking me harder with fingers (3 now).

“Umhm. Yeeees.” Writhing into his hand.

“Your safe word, if you need me to stop for any reason, is Mercy. OK?”

“Ummhmm” whatever, just don’t stop.

“Safe word is Mercy.” He said, stopping. “Repeat it.”

“Mercy,” I whispered.

wanting him to go deeper, and then his hand slid out of me and —

WHACK — he slapped my ass so hard the air left my lungs.

“You need to remember that I own you while you’re here.” WHACK WHACK before I can brace myself.

I whimper.

“And that you only do what I give you permission to do.” WHACK

I am gasping…there is an intoxicating sting after the pain of each slap that is making me juicier. He hits me in the meatiest, curviest part of my ass cheek, his hand landing at the perfect spot each time, for maximum sting and bounce. Baby, hit me again.

“You’re a defiant slut and I won’t have it.” WHACK really hard. Then that sting, that tingling, sweet torture. My pussy was starting to twitch. So horny, a surprise even to me.

I whimper, and I know I’m wriggling against him. He grabs my hair and yanks my head up and with his other hand he lets loose. WHACK-WHACK-WHACK-WHACK-WHACK-WHACK-WHACK-WHACK

I’m howling, but that tingling sting has me writhing against him through the pain. When he stops and releases my hair, I’m panting hanging over his knee. I try to catch my breath, and I want him to fuck me. My clit is throbbing.

He helps sit up on his lap and he kisses the tears from my face. His hand glides between my legs and his fingers slip into my hot wetness to torture me further. I moan, wanting his fingers to delve deeper, to stroke me harder.

Suddenly he stops. “Get on the bed.”

Yay, I think, he’s going to fuck me. I lie on my back, the chain dragging behind me.

“Get on your stomach,” he says.

I follow his orders in horny anticipation. I feel him kneel between my legs but instead of fucking me he grabs my wrists and handcuffs my hands behind my back. Next, he blindfolds me. Then he places a pillow under my abdomen.

I lie there and I hear him walk to the night table and open it, rifle through and close it. Silence.

His mouth covers my pussy in soft, wet sweet kisses. He goes from back to front, kissing and sucking me reverentially. When his lips reach my clit, he swirls his tongue around my her with relentless focus, until I’m whooping and yelling, bucking my pussy against his face as he sticks his fingers in my velvet pussy and finger-fucks me while he sucks me sending me into a squirting, screaming climax that has me straining  against the cuffs. I lay there afterward, twitching with a smile on my face.

“Good girl,” he says and slips a huge dildo into me. “I love to watch you come.”
I can hear the smile in his voice. ” Let’s see how many ways we can make you come.”

I hear something that sounds like a chain and I feel the dildo inside me move. Then a chain falls in my ass-crack and goes up my back, then snaps to the back of my collar. Then he turns me on my side and connects another chain from the front of the dildo up to the front of the collar. Juuuust tight enough to graze my clit in the front and stimulate my ass in the back. I lay there, writhing against the dildo in spite of myself, and the chains absolute rubbed against my pussy in the front and my ass in the back.

Then he turned on the remote control.

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The Irresistible Force

It’s been about five hours since the Terminator started torturing my sweet spot. We lie in a tangle of limbs, cum-stained sheets, and stray condom wrappers. Violet twilight floats in through the window, enveloping us.In the semi-darkness, we look like bodies at a crime scene; splayed haphazardly and totally depleted. The little strength we have left is used to take sips of   much-needed water and for an occasional caress. I’m face down on the bed and don’t have the strength to turn over. Idly, I wonder if I can walk, then I doze off.

When I wake up, the bedside lamp is on and he is lying next to me watching me, playing with my belly button. Apparently, I managed to turn on my side in my sleep. I stretch, look at him and smile.

“Whatever doesn’t kill you makes you stronger,” I say.
He laughs like I’ve never seen — full and loud, completely unguarded. His face looks wonderful when he laughs. I reach out to touch his cheek and takes my hand, kisses my palm and slides close to me.

“How are you?” He asks. Did I hurt you? I — you make me crazy. I lost it at the end there, I’m sorry.”

I feel battered but fantastic. As I’ve said before, when Terminator fucks me, he renews me on a cellular level. I can feel it like a fire rushing through my bloodstream.

I move closer to him and he holds me close (my brain is like, bad pattern, bad pattern, bad, bad BAD pattern)

“I’m fine,” I say.  “At least I think I am. I won’t be sure until I stand up, which I don’t know if I can do, you beast,” I laugh.

He holds me tight and whispers into my shoulder — “I didn’t even play with the restraints because when I saw you tied down, I had to be inside you, and I love that you can take it when I fuck you hard, that you can take me — that you don’t stop me — and it makes me…”

“I thought we were going to die, but I loved every second, and I’m fine.” I look into his face to reassure him. He is truly concerned that he unleashed some wild beast on me, which I suppose he did. But I have a beast too, and she was very, very happy. I kissed him to reassure him, and in seconds we were making out, entwined around each other, me wet and moaning with desire, and he hard as a rock, in heat again.

This is insane, I thought to myself as I hungrily guided his cock into my hot, wet pussy. Again. It was as if our bodies couldn’t stop fucking each other.We could barely move from exhaustion, so it was one of those where once he got deep inside, I writhed on his delicious cock, he against me, moaned and grunted in pleasure until I brought myself to orgasm. Then he pumped me a few more delicious times and came with a subdued shudder. We fell asleep still clutching each other and with his cock still inside me.

We woke up about an hour later and peeled our bodies off each other, laughing at the pain — our skin had stuck together like duct tape. Our very pores were trying to fuck each other, I thought. “We need to get out of bed before we kill each other,” I said.

“You’re free for dinner?” Yes I was. It was a Friday night and my son was with his father for the weekend. J and I were not together at that point, but we reunited soon after.

I got out of bed and my knees buckled. Seriously. He caught me and sat me down on the bed, laughing.  “Fuck you,” I said, smiling.
“I did, that’s why you can’t walk,” he chided. I couldn’t even be embarrassed.

He left the room for a moment and came back with a more water and orange cut up in wedges on a small plate. “You’re just dehydrated and your blood sugar is probably low, ” he said, feeding me an orange wedge with his fingers. He knelt in front of me and made me eat the whole orange, making me take the wedges from his teeth so he could kiss me with each wedge.

He held me around the waist when I stood up again without incident and walked across the large bedroom to the master bath. He walked to the huge sunken tub and turned on the water, got some scented bubble bath and squirted it into the tub.  The toilet was in a little closet across the room and I slipped inside to use it.
The bathwater made the air warm and smelled delicious. When I came out, the tub was surrounded by candles and he was sitting on the edge of it, waiting for me. It looked beautiful, and I thought, I have to tell him, because this looked like major feelings, and….

“You look worried,” he said (damn these hyper-observant motherfuckers). “I’m not proposing or anything,” he laughed. He looked at me for a long moment. I just wanted to experience this with you.” he said quietly. “I’ve been thinking about it for a long time.” My heart. My heart.

His gaze was full of desire and something else I couldn’t pin down.

He got into the water and pulled me in. The temperature was perfect, and the water felt silky against my skin. He sat down in the water and pulled me to sit on his lap, facing away from him (you pervs, lol) and we just leaned back in the candlelight and relaxed.

I heard soft music coming from somewhere. Familiar music. I sat up when I realized it was the playlist. OUR playlist, that I started putting together after we first met. The playlist I’ve been listening to all this time to think about him, invoke him and write about him. I sent it to him ages ago and he never mentioned it. It filled the air around us.

I turned around and looked at him. “I thought you hated it,” I said.
“I never said that,” he said.  He came toward me and grabbed a big bath sponge from a basket on the edge of the tub wet it with the soapy water. He pulled me to him and began to clean/massage me with it, as the strains of Chet Baker, Bill Evans, and Wynton Marsalis played our slow, jazzy sexy music.

Terminator used that sponge as an exploratory device. He cleaned/caressed every inch of my body with it, often kissing a spot after the soap had been washed away. He concentrated like he was committing every inch and crevice of me to memory as if he would be asked to draw me from memory. When he was done, it was my turn, and I caressed his body with the same attention, fascination and hunger, massaging his lean strong muscles, inhaling his scent, running my hands over ridges and valleys of muscle and tendon, drinking him in for what may be the last time. I know it has to be, but I still can’t believe it. And it’s that disbelief that will destroy me if I let it.

We’re facing each other, looking into each other’s eyes knowing everything. Knowing nothing. He sits back and pulls me back, onto his lap and we stay there a long while letting the candlelight and music wash over us. Soon we are kissing, a slow, sweet kiss that started simply and ended with me sitting astride him, and his erect cock between us.

“I’m sorry,” he says ruefully.
I kiss him and lower myself onto his cock. Ooooohhhhh sooooooo delicious. We both moan, and I stay there for a moment, his cock twitching inside me, while we savor the sensation. Our pleasure is more than feeling, it’s an event, a natural wonder, a miracle. Holy. That pause is an obeisance to the magic we produce. I make this a slow one, feeling every inch of pleasure, slooooly up and down, back and forth. Loving every inch of him, killing him softly. He’s squeezing my ass and when he starts biting and sucking my nipples I throw my head back in surrender to the alchemy of our bodies, to our desire, and to our response to each other. Every caress and kiss he bestowed on me had a corresponding response/reaction in my pussy or in my muscles. Our bodies were speaking a language we didn’t know existed. I rode his precious cock until I had to come or die, scratching, biting and splashing the bath water halfway across the room.

But he wasn’t done (of course). He bent me over the edge of the tub and fucked me slowly, savoring my insatiable pussy and her squeezing response, slowly pulling out and going all, all the way deep into her, and savoring that velvet squeeze, making me whimper and writhe, and then pulling out almost all the way so that I could feel his tip throbbing just inside me, matching my heartbeat.
“Please.”  “Please,” I begged.

He didn’t move, but I could hear him breathing hard. His grip on my hips was like iron.
I writhed against him moaning in protest.
Fuck Me.”

And he slapped my ass so hard I yelped, and then rammed me.
slam-slam-slam-slam-slam-slam, until we were both screaming and I gushed all over the tub.

A few minutes later, we walked into the shower stall to clean up and in the mirror we looked like two zombies. Sex zombies. We were starving and we showered and dressed quickly so we could go get something to eat.


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