February 21, 2008

She's been viewing a warehouse loft apartment. Fully furnished. Exposed red brick lining most of the walls. Black hardwood polished to a high shine on the floor. Rich dark fabrics and mahogany furniture fill out the apartment. The kitchen contrasts in bright stainless steel, showing the modern upgrades to this part of old San Francisco. Floor to ceiling (or near enough) windows are covered with thick, heavy brocade curtains, allowing as much or as little light and heat into the place as one wishes. In a surprising architechtural touch, a row of skylights open up the roof, giving the whole place an ambient light which is somehow bright and dim at the same time due to the dark woods and brick. Clearly, this is the apartment for her- the fact that this is her third walk-through is evidence enough of that.

She begs off from the realtor, for just a few private minutes in the place. The realtor, perhaps sensing the impending huge comission, acquiesces, surprising her by not only conceding immediately, but by leaving the apartment completely; latch snicking gently as the door closes. She's fairly certain a call is being placed, already pre-ordering the champagne for the celebration of the sale.

She drifts around the apartment in an almost ethereal state, letting the sounds and aura of the apartment wash over her. Warm and inviting, yet with some dark undertones that reassure her, titillate her, and scare her just a bit. She's in her own world; she never hears him approach.

Roasting behind one of the heavy, drawn curtains, he watches the far-away look on her face as she swings past him, almost looking at him but not seeing anything at all.

One hand clamps itself over her mouth, the other snakes quickly into her hair and spins her into her beloved brick wall with a solid thump that hurts the back of his hand and causes sparks behind her eyes as her head connects. His hand scrapes itself raw on the brick, her forehead splits upon the stonework. He shoves her down the bricks, her cut leaving a smear of crimson, a DNA link to claim this place later if she wishes. His hand momentarily leaves her mouth but before she can recover from the stars and songbirds circling her head, she feels her dress ripped open. Buttons fall like piano notes onto the hardwood as the dress is torn from her body.

She opens her mouth to scream but before she can, she feels a piece of the ruined cotton stuffed into her mouth as an effective gag. She is yanked up and flung by her hair onto the couch, which she bounces right back off of, landing on the coffee table- a cheap ikea one which she goes right through- landing hard upon her back, legs akimbo. Even more rattled, she never feels her panties being ripped away. She feebly tugs the fabric from her mouth, but feels it replaced immediately with her panties as they're shoved past her lips. To her shock and disgust she tastes her own arousal.

Her eyes are still blurred by sparks and tears and she cannot defend herself as his cock slices into her. Splitting her in one hard stroke, immediately pounding in and out her pussy with ruthless abandon, fucking her across the hardwood. Through the ruins of the coffee table, the wood digging into her back. Still unseeing, she scrambles to get away- get even a half foot away- scrabbling back like a crab, getting to her feet and trying to run.

His hand catches her ankle and wrenches her feet from under her, bringing her crashing down hard upon the floor once more, arms wrenched behind her back adn pinned there.

He sinks into her again.
Rough.
Deep.
Ruthless.
Rugged.

Each struggles to get free is met with a slap, or a yank on her hair, or should she get too uppity... a forceful slam of her face down onto the floor, until the wood beneath her is smeared crimson. All the while a well known and trusted cock ravages and savages her pussy like a viking on a pillage, stabbing and spearing her from behind. Trusted hands bruise her struggling arms- she'll have to wear long sleeves for a week at least.

Pinning down her hips, pressing her clit to the hardwood, he pounds into her, again and again. When she finally spits out the panties he replaces them with a shard of wood, ordering her to bite down on it like a bit. He uses another long bit of broken table to paddle her ass and back for still trying to get away, leaving long, angry looking lines on her flesh until finally... she goes limp and stops fighting and he tosses away the board and grabs her by the hair.

He flips her over, her sweaty body making a wet, squeaking sound upon the polished wood as she's dragged onto her knees so he can unleash his lust upon her bloodied yet beautiful face, the glowing white spunk mixing with the sweat, tears and red blood; creating a mask of savage beauty.

After gazing for a long few moments at what he's done to her, he carries her into the bathroom and sets her on the edge of the tub, where gentle hands, soft cloth, and cool water wash away his semen and her blood, leaving a shallow cut in her hairline, a light scrape on the side of her nose and another small cut just over her eyebrow. He re-dresses her in clothes he has brought with him, knowing she'd need something to wear out of there.

She smiles at him in the mirror as she attempts some damage control with the small makeup kit in her purse, knowing she can't face the realtor with her face in it's current state- he usually knows how to do as little visible damage possible but today he has gotten a liottle carried away.

As she stares into the mirror he slinks his arms around her and drops something that jingles softly into the basin in front of her. Into her ear comes the softest of whispers; the first words spoken between them.

"The place is ours, if you still want it."

July 13, 2007

One afternoon earlier this week I managed to drag myself away from the office to go have a real lunch at a restaurant, as opposed to my usual sandwich at my desk routine. Not surprisingly, I got bored pretty quickly, and so decided to text a special friend. I figured he'd probably be home becaue he works at a bar and doesn't go in til 7.

me: *lixxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx*
him: ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh baby!
me: Hee. Hi.
him: what's up sexy?
me: Nothing. Just saying hi. Whatcha doin?
him: laying in bed ;)
me: Mmmmm. Lazy.
him: yeah, kinda
me: :)
him: *lixxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx*
me: *shares my lunch*
him: what's for lunch? I'd rather eat you for dessert
me: buffalo chicken salad
him: *eats you*
me: Mmmmm. That would be good too.
him: I'd love to eat you out for hours
me: Mmmmm. I can't tell you how long it's been...
him: I love eating pussy. I love it more than getting my cock sucked, usually
me: As long as you do, because I guarantee I'd want to
him: 69ing is very fun
me: I'm not a fan. Can't concentrate
him: heehee... ok, we'll just take turns
me: Mmmmmm... Deal. What about kissing?
him: but I like eating pussy with you sitting on my face
him: I love kissing
me: Me too... Sometimes I'd rather do that than anything else.
him: kissing is very erotic
him: I'm soooooooo horny right now
me: Awww. You should do something about that
him: just started stroking
me: Mmmmmmmm. Good.
me: wish it was my tongue
me: lightly spiced just enough to make you tingle...
him: Mmmmmm very yummy

At which point I was walking out of the restaurant and gave him a call from the car. Didn't take much to finish him off, though I think the clicking of my heels on the tile floor of my office lobby did the trick more than anything I said at that point.

I think what made it so fun for me was that I was dressed in professional clothing. I had my calendar, my cell phone, and a presentation binder on the table. I bet no one would have guessed at the true nature of the text conversation going on...

;)

March 06, 2007

I had the following text message exchange on Friday night with one of my phone boys. He's relatively new in my life, but seems super nice and lots of fun. Apparently he hasn't stored my number in his phone yet, so my name doesn't pop up when I text, just my number...

me Hey hot stuff. I just got your memo. You at work?
DL: running around
me ok
DL: what'cha up to sexy?
me Nothing. Just around. I had a really long day today and now I'm sort of too tired to sleep
DL: everytime I smell that perfume I get horny thinking about you ;)
me what perfume?
DL: the perfume you put on the letter
me what letter?
DL: what do you mean, what perfume?
me I didn't say what perfume, I said what letter?
DL: the blue thing, with the butterflies for Valentine's Day?
me That wasn't me.
DL: who is this?
me Annora. [irc nick]
DL: weird... thought you were someone else, sorry lol ;)
me sorry
DL: don't worry, I must sound so stupid. glad you messaged me ;)
me you sent me a memo after I messaged you. I guess you thought I was someone else, which is just what every girl wants to hear
DL: awww sorry... the someone else is way too damn far away and she's crazy and not serious at all
me ok. Not like we're serious or anything either, I just want to know that you know who you're talking to
DL: ok... glad it's you instead ;)

At first I was pretty upset, but I got over it pretty quickly and now I'm just amused by the whole thing. But I did tell him to store my number so he'd know it was me next time I sent him a message.

January 30, 2007

Remember back when the Olsen twins were hot? There were entire websites devoted to the countdown until they turned 18. I may have to start my own countdown for Daniel Radcliffe, better known to most as Harry Potter. Mind you, it is the actor himself and not his wizardly character that raises this issue. It was announced recently that Daniel will play Alan Strang in the West End Revival of Equus, where he will appear fully nude on stage. Promotional stills for the piece have popped up in various places online today and Oh. My. God.

He's got the beginnings of a great physique and he's got the hip divets that make me weak in the knees and damp in unmentionable places. I can't stop looking at the photos- they are beautiful. Naked Daniel, cut off at the hip-line (which allows the imagination to run wild), with a white horse. He's kind of a scrawn, but I'm into that. The horse is white and the setting is dark and smoky but lit in white- very arty. I'm rather perturbed by how attracted I am to these photos. I just want to lick him, and that creeps me out. Wanting to to bad bad things with Harry Potter is just not right.

He's technically a minor. Do I think looking at these photos of him is wrong? Not really. He's not a child, he's not being taken advantage of, he knows what he's doing, and they're not full frontals or anything. But it still squicks me a little. Is it because there is a horse in the picture? I don't know. They're nothing to do with bestiality either. Equus is a play about a boy with a pathological obsession with horses. The photos themselves are sexual without being sexual, which almost makes them hotter. And I'm still vaguely bothered by it for some reason I can't put my finger on. Doesn't mean I'm going to stop looking, but it probably means I won't be making these images my screen saver...

December 20, 2006

1. Can you count all the sexual partners you’ve ever had on two hands? Intercourse, yes, oral sex, no.
2. When did you have your first sexual experience? 22.
3. Do you like boys or girls? Men
4. Have you ever had a threesome? Sort of ;o)
5. How old were you when you first touched yourself? 12 maybe?
6. Have you ever dreamed about having sex with a teacher? Oh yeah, two student teachers, and and English teacher who was barely older than we were.
7. Have you ever dreamed about having sex with an animal? Ew. no. I've dreamed of having sex with a man while riding a horse though.
8. Do you like toys in bed? If I'm by myself. If I'm with someone he's got the only toy I need.
9. Do you like to be spanked? MMMMmmmm. Yes.
10. Does size matter? Sorry guys, but yes.
11. Who was your first crush? His name was Jack.
12. Do you enjoy oral sex? Hell yes- See #1.
13. Have you ever had anal sex? Only with a vibrator.
14. Did you enjoy the experience? Yes. That was a hard realization to come to, but I don't regret it.
15. Do you shave your private area? No way man.
16. Do you have wet dreams often? Nope.
17. Have you ever been tied up while having sex? No.
18. Have you ever tied someone up while having sex? No.
19. Do you believe bisexuality is real? Yes.
20. If you could sleep with a celebrity legitimately, who would it be? I'll never tell.

Hope you enjoyed. :) I will have more posts later. I have been busy with life and can't remember the last time I was on a date. I've been tempted to post a Casual Encounters ad on Craigslist recently, but I won't have the time til after New Years.