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Posted:Apr 30, 2015 12:39 pm
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CLASH
You are my type, you are breathtaking, dear...
I feel the chemistry, your sexy vibes.
Armani underwear? How thrilling...
But you would look superb in any wrap.
You blend my brains into a smoothie, man.
All thoughts that were right are flipped and mixed.
I wish it would be time without end.
I gaze into your eyes intaking me...
Orgasm from sex or from the scene I'm in?
You feel what works for me I feel your highs.
I dive into you like in a stream-whirl.
And drown in admiration and delight.
I wish it lasts forever... Life’s not magic.
A phone call. Work tomorrow... Indeed.
Bye my fantastic lover. How tragic...
I’ll cry alone. And this - you’ll never see.
We’ll never meet again. I've no illusions.
We are from universes too distinct
That accidently came across in fusion
And bounced away into infinity.
We’ll never see again each other… cutie.
We are from universes too distinct
That accidently came across in fusion
And bounced away into infinity.
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I still want you
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Posted:May 3, 2014 9:52 am
Last Updated:May 20, 2024 9:34 am
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I want you when I fall asleep
Closing my eyes and dropping tears.
I want you when I’m waking up
Before alarm would reach my ears.
I want you with your cat you cuddle.
I want you with your chewing gum,
And with your noisy motorcycle.
I want you just the way you are.
I want… despite the world’s so unfair.
And there’s no remedy to heal.
I know you are in love with her,
But I still want you. Don’t you feel?
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African adventures. Part two. By Z Z.
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Posted:Feb 22, 2014 8:33 am
Last Updated:Jun 13, 2015 8:06 pm
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With the hunting party over you got on the train in Bulawayo to go back to Cape Town and get the ship home. It would be a long journey but a relaxed one. Your mind kept wandering to the week before when you had been the High Priestess of fucking in the native village. Your pussy was still shaved smooth from the preparation the women had performed and every time you walked the feeling of your bare skin made you wet and brought memories of you taking cock after cock throughout that fateful night.
The train chugged slowly through Zimbabwe and stopped an Victoria falls for the night. Living in these Victorian times you wondered at the ability to get form Zimbabwe to the Cape colony in only fours days, a trip that would have taken months just a few years ago.
It was on the second day that you noticed a woman on the train. She was tall and brunette and seemed to be everywhere all at once. The next day you watched her and late on in the afternoon she met your eye and sat down across from you in the buffet car,
“Why are you watching me?” she said,
“I just wondered who you were, that’s all” you replied,
“Why are you interested? Are you working for the Police?”
This piqued your interest and you denied any connection to the law. She believed you,
“I might ask you the same question as to who you are,” she said,
“You have been sitting on your own in this train for tha last two days whilst the richest men in Africa sit bored, I have made twenty-six pounds in the last two days,”
Twenty six pounds your thought. That was almost a years wages for some in 1898 and this woman had made that in two days.
“With legs like yours and that flaming red hair you could be doing the same but instead you are sat here staring out the window,”
You knew the answer but asked the question anyway,
“How are you making the money?”
“Why whist these rich gentlemen are away form their wives they would like nothing better than to spend the time with a woman and in four days most of them will pay to sleep with me. The conductor turns a blind eye for a few pounds and I can turn the trip into a very profitable exercise,”.
You felt your pussy tingling and your nipples hardening with this talk. Without knowing it you gave your thoughts away.
“I can see you are not shocked and it seems you like the idea of what I do. Come with me to my cabin where we can talk more freely,”.
A few minutes later you entered one of the best cabins on the train. You could see your host lived well. A few moments later there was a knock on the door and the porter was ushered in with a bottle of French Champagne. Such luxury as cold Champagne as you steamed through the night in Africa did not come cheap and you were amazed.
Popping the cork your host, Miss Angel as she introduced herself, gave you a glass. The long heat of Africa, lack of other alcohol and bubbles made you quite tipsy and after a while of chatting you found yourself talking about your experience in the village. Miss Angel looked on with glowing eyes. Through the haze of alcohol you could see was loving the story and wanted more. You found yourself warming to this glamorous of the railroad knowing that you had found a kindred spirit.
As you continued to talk her face got closer to yours as she moved her chair closer.
“Keep talking. Don’t stop,”. She said,
Her head was on your shoulder as you continued to recount your experience and you felt her pull up her skirts and start to masturbate. The feeling was mutual and your pussy was gushing. You did the same as you carried on talking. As you reached the point in the story where your pussy was filled with hot cum the first time she shuddered as your words sent her over the edge. Her orgasm was gentle but firm with barely a whimper.
Leaning back with her pussy exposed her fingers went from her pussy into your mouth as she spoke. Now we will have some fun she said.
“Standing up she led you into a small ante room with louvered blind, a dressing room for the rich on this glorious train. You did not know what was happening as she closed the door leaving the blinds open.
“Just in time. Now sit there any enjoy like I know you will,”.
A few minutes later there was a knock on the door and Miss Angel opened the door. In came a Captain in the Army in his formal attire. You realized you were about to be witness to Miss Angels business activities.
For an hour Miss Angel teased and fucked, licked and sucked her your Captain to the heights of pleasure. Her naked body moving in the lamplight with his as she demanded he fuck her in every hole, every position and on every surface. She was putting on a show for you and you lost count of the amount of times you climaxed as she fucked for you. Eventually the Captain orgasmed hard into Miss Angels mouth and she swallowed the lot smiling. You could not believe what you had just seen was the same demure, glamorous woman you had seen in the buffet car. The Captain took out his wallet and paid Miss Angel two pounds, a weeks wages and more for most people.
Letting you out with a grin she said,
“What did you think,”?
“I loved it, every minute of it,”
“Well that’s good because in 25 minutes the Reverend Sinclair is arriving for his appointment and he is a man of, shall we say, exquisite tastes. You don’t mind a bit of pain do you? These men of the church all seem to be this way but they all pay well.”
Your pussy was throbbing. Something had changed in you in the native village. Your up to now slut side had been repressed and hidden but being fucked in front of and by the whole village had altered you and now meeting Miss Angel you could not help yourself.
“I will try my best for you,”
“Good now lets get you ready,”.
When the reverend arrived he was initially shocked but then delighted to see two women in the room. Miss Angel was dressed in a corset, heeled boots and a tiara. You on the other hand were tied to a chair naked.
“Come in Reverend. Its been a few months since I saw you last and I thought with all the missionary work that keeps you so bush in the heat of the interior you deserved something special for your trip back to civilization,”
“You are too kind Miss Angel and I will pray for you,” he replied, his eyes never leaving you.
He was younger than you imagined and with a full head of hair looked about forty despite his sun burnt skin. Without knowing it you parted your legs so he could see your pussy as he walked towards you. Sitting across from you he started to pull and stroke your nipples making you writhe with pleasure.
Miss Angel untied you after a short while and bending you over on the bed gave the Reverend a cane to whip you with. It was exactly what you needed.
“I think young girl you will need to go to confession after this,” he said as he gagged you then placed neatly the first of many swings onto your buttocks.
After each lash Miss Angel stroked and kissed the line made but even this did not help as you approached your pain limit. The Reverend Sinclair though knew his S&M and was an expert at not going to far. Pushing your pain threshold and making preventing your mind form saying ‘no more’.
Your vision was swimming form the pain and gritting your teeth you felt your pussy juices running down your thighs as you concentrated your entire being on not surrendering after the next lash.
It came hard and so did you. As the intense pain rippled through your body form the lash Miss Angel simply stroked your pussy once from top to bottom and you collapsed in a heap of ecstasy and agony on the bed as your body shook from the orgasm finally released.
In a state of semi consciousness the Reverend now penetrated your pussy from behind and started to fuck you mercilessly. You had never had such big cocks inside you as you did in the village and now another first as you were fucked harder than you had ever been. His worships cock was like a rod of iron and nothing else mattered now to him apart form fucking you, his fuck toy that had taken so many lashes without complaint.
For maybe fifteen minutes he plowed your soaking pussy as you came over and over again. Your wrists still tied and your gag drowning out your screams of pleasure.
Finally he pulled out to come. Pulling your hair he made you kneel in front of him as he pulled off your gag. It was now the time of your face to be fucked. It was a test of wills. Your hand bound in front of you he held your hair as he sought to break you. You gagged and choked but now were determined to be the best he had ever had and not surrender to his cock. You wanted to show Miss Angel you could perform and not disappoint her, you wanted to take everything he could give you.
Deep into your throat he fucked. Your nose resting on his stomach before he resumed thrusting. Every so often he would pull your face away and slap your face. Even Miss Angel was beginning to get a little concerned. She had always broken by now and given the Reverend the satisfaction he craved to make him cum. It had to come soon. You could not hold on forever.
“Oh my God this girl is a Goddess on earth,” the Reverend said as he noticed despite his face fucking you were masturbating your pussy. He slowed his tempo and spoke again,
“Make yourself cum for me one last time. You have beaten me,”
You didn’t need telling twice and with his cock in your mouth you came hard. It sent him over the edge and his cum flooded into your mouth as you swallowed load after load. It was almost more than you could handle but you would not fail at this last hurdle.
Collapsing on the floor it was all over.
You woke a few hours later still in Miss Angels cabin. Your body was as sore as the night after the village if not more so but a strange feeling of ultimate satisfaction was in you. You had beaten the Reverend. This man so expert at S&M and you had lasted longer than he. You had pushed your limits and in doing so his. Miss Angel spoke in awe at your performance as she stroked your hair.
“The Reverend left you this,” she said and gave you an envelope.
It said on the front ‘private’ and inside was three ten pound notes. An incredible sum but one you had earned. Also inside was a letter,
Dear Miss Nightingale,
Your performance tonight was something I have very rarely experienced in my life of travel and work. I have in fact only twice met such apt students. Enclosed is a little something for your troubles and I hope to see you again soon.
I belong to a group of men and women who indulge in the kind of activities that you seem very skilled at. If you find yourself in Cape Town with a day to spare I would like to put forward a motion for you to join our group. It is a worldwide organisation consisting of the very best in society and requires ultimate discretion, I hope you understand this. If you are interested please go to the Mount Nelson Hotel and ask for a letter addressed to you. It will be there for a week commencing tomorrow and after then destroyed.
Yours the Reverend Sinclair.
“What does it say,”? Miss Angle replied.
Holding the letter to your chest you replied
“Just thanks for a wonderful night,” you replied.
“Didn’t I tell you he was a good payer. I have never seen his work a girl so hard. He will no doubt want to see you again.”
“Yes he said to pop in if I was in Cape Town. Why did he call me Miss Nightingale,”? you said.
"I didn't know what to call you so when he asked it was the first thing that popped into my head,".
Standing up you realised that despite her prowess, you, in one meeting with the Reverend you had been invited to join a club she had never qualified for. The thought of being more skilled than her turned you on and you knew you would be staying at the Mount Nelson Hotel with your new found wealth when you arrived in Cape Town. You were meant to be spending the night on the boat prior to sailing but Russia only held snow and ice for you at this time of year and adventure called.
Miss Angel sensed a change in your and you decided reset the balance, your transformation from virgin to the devils own had been completed in her cabin that night after being started in the village, you were now Miss Nightingale. Lying back on the bed you parted your legs and pulled her into you. Directing her head to your pussy you spoke.
“After that fucking if I am to last the next two days before we get to Cape Town I shall need you to take good care of me,”
Without saying a word she lapped at you gently, soothing you with her mouth. Holding the back of her head so she could not move you looked around and smiled knowing that Miss Angel was in awe of you after what she had seen and would now do anything you said……..
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Valentine.... Who am I to you
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Posted:Feb 14, 2014 6:05 am
Last Updated:Apr 30, 2015 12:44 pm
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Who am I to you?
Just fruit forbidden sweet.
You prick your teeth into with greed.
Spilling the juices running down
Your chin, your neck, your groin indeed.
And angels tearfully would frown
While watching us infernal freaks.
Who am I to you?
A piece of melting snow.
That vanish with the water flow.
You play awaiting exaltation
Diabolical, mind blowing;
Directing, modeling the action;
Not caring how it hurts me so.
Who am I to you?
Your lust’s one tiny piece.
The very next day it’s decreased,
And from the memory wiped out.
You rush to meet your other needs.
Hook up with somebody, no doubt.
You'll never see my heart that bleeds...
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The Inquisitor's trap by Chizzy
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Posted:Feb 11, 2014 9:14 am
Last Updated:Feb 15, 2014 7:29 am
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I ‘m trapped into your bitter love
Like in a tight and crampy cage.
I can’t escape, I can’t relax.
I have to be in pain and tense .
Your silence of an extinct fire,
Of a volcano poisons me
With it’s monoxide carbon cloud
And suffocates with dusty breeze.
Your gaze, your judgement pours plumb
Melted red-hot Into my throat…
Just execute, throw down the ax!
Don’t torture any longer...
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BDSM scene by Chizzy
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Posted:Feb 5, 2014 7:16 am
Last Updated:Feb 15, 2014 7:29 am
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Recall that funny tree that splits
It’s branches in a shape of V
We both had so much fun with it
With ropes and your archery kit.
My naked body, chilly wind
And tied up tight my ached limbs
The target placed between the legs
For arrows or other pegs?….
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African adventure by Z Z
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Posted:Feb 5, 2014 6:51 am
Last Updated:Feb 11, 2014 9:10 am
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The hunt had been going well and your first trip to Africa had opened your eyes to the beautiful part of the world that you had read so much about but never visited. Every morning you woke up early and showered out the back of your tent. A bucket of hot water brought to you by the young man who lit the fires. There was still a week left of your trip but you already wanted to stay forever. Showering every morning your hands would wander and as you stood looking out over the plains your pussy would react in strange ways as you made yourself orgasm every morning. The land just turned you on.
It was hotter than normal and after a tiring day the day before you had decided to rest and sleep in whilst the others went out. Going back to bed you were soon asleep. A few hours later your stirred and when you opened your eyes were horrified to see two tribesmen stood at the end of your bed. Pulling the bed sheets up to cover your white breasts you saw the boy who lit the fires also standing in the corner of the room.
“I am sorry Ma’am but you must come with us. You are to be a gift for the chiefs .”
You had no idea what was going on as hands lifted you from your bed and rolled you up in a blanket still naked. Thrown over one of the natives shoulder you were carried out of the tent.
What seemed like an age later after the sun had begun to set you were freed and rolled, still naked, out of the blanket. Still afraid but as yet unharmed you looked about. You were in a rough hut and the two warriors that had kidnapped you were leaving the hut. The fire boy was still there.
“Ma’am you are now property of the Chief and he will give you to his . You will not be harmed but you must do what we say.”
The fire boy was the only one who spoke English so you started to ask him questions.
“Do not be afraid. Big ceremony. You are very lucky to be chosen. Red hair woman very rare. Chief very lucky. These women get you ready.”
As he left four native women came into the hut with a variety of bowls, hot water and cleaning impliments. Realising there was no point in struggling you laid down where the women pointed. They immediately went to work cleaning you form head to toe. Your hair was washed in a wonderful smelling natural potion and your nails cleaned. Rather unnervingly two women then held your legs apart and with two threads meticulously removed every hair from your pussy. It was starting to become obvious what was about to happen. Outside you could smell smoke from a fire and drums began to play as the women finished by applying native paint to your face and breasts. They then left you as the fire boy came back in.
“Yes yes. The `Chief will be very pleased. Ceremony beginning. You wait here short time.”
Sat in the hut naked bar the paint that had been added to your body you had no idea what was happening and wondered if you had been missed yet at camp. You had travelled miles from the camp and wondered if anyone would ever find you.
The intensity of the drums increased and you could sense the whole village outside the hut. Suddenly the doors opened. It was the men who had kidnapped you and they led you outside as the drums stopped. As your eyes got used to the dark you could see what must have been fifty people or more, the whole village, sat in a circle silently with the Chiefs throne to one side.
In the centre of the circle was a rough wooden altar covered in native blankets. Your kidnappers started to lead you round this altar and the drums began to play again. As you were led around the Chief stood up and started talking. You had no idea what he was saying but the fire boy interpreted,
“He say you are gift to . He say you are red headed Goddess. He say first time must be with Goddess and you are Goddess. He say you make good luck for village.”
You realized that you had been kidnapped to take part in a ritual to be the first woman the Chiefs had sex with as a form of good luck ceremony. Half of you was terrified and scared….but the other half found yourself looking about to try and see who you had been kidnapped for as a slight shiver of excitement ran through your spine.
You were led to the altar and your two kidnappers tied your hands so as you were bent over, your stomach resting on the altar and your pussy exposed for all to see. In front of you was the Chiefs throne and he looked on approvingly. The heat from the fire was making you sweat and you could not help but feel your pussy getting wet as you were exposed to all the strangers behind you.
Suddenly you squealed in pain as a thin cane was brought down upon your rear sharply. You had no idea who was doing it as another lash landed. It was part of the ceremony you realized as you then saw your tormentor to be a witch doctor who then threw the rod used to strike you into the fire as he said prayers. As he did so out of the corner of your eye you saw the crowd part in reverence and the Chiefs revealed himself. He was well over six foot tall and black as the night. Naked apart from a simple head-dress your eyes were drawn immediately to his cock. You had never seen anything so potent. Bigger than you could imagine and shaved smooth no doubt by the same women that had prepared your pussy. As he walked through the crowd women reached out to touch his erect cock.
Walking behind you, you could now only sense his presence. Your pussy was no undeniably soaking wet and as he slipped his fingers inside you, you groaned. He said something to the crowd and they cheered. You guessed he was telling the crowd that the flame haired Goddesses pussy was ready for the Royal fucking. There was no foreplay and you felt the head of his cock slowly part your pussy lips as everyone looked on. Slowly sinking all the way into you he stretched you like you had never been stretched before as you gasped. You closed your eyes and concentrated hard to allow your body to relax enough to accept his full length and as you did, your kidnappers, the Royal guard. Laid there hands on you to hold you down in case you struggled as you were fucked.
Your pussy accepted the Royal cock and soon you were being fucked hard and deep as the drums played. Your exposed body being penetrated for all to see. You the centerpiece of some primitive ceremony, your pussy the epicenter. The Chiefs may have been new to this but he knew how to fuck and gritting your teeth you realized that the motion of his fucking coupled with the rubbing of your clitoris on the altar was building an orgasm inside you. You could not help it and let out a scream as you came harder than you could ever remember. As you did the crowd cheered and went mad. Dancing erupted as you continued to be fucked.
From his tempo you could tell that the Chiefs was approaching his climax also and as he pounded into you you felt his cock explode inside you and flood you with his Royal cum. The crowd cheered again and went even crazier. In your post orgasmic state you could hear the fireboys voice in your ear,
“You do very well. Chief very pleased. He now give you to the village.”
Holding a wooden cup to your mouth he said,
“You must drink this to help you. These men are very big and will want all of you. You must drink.”
You drank the foul tasting liquid as he forced your head back. Some ran down your chin but the rest you swallowed and immediately your body relaxed. Your muscles softened.
The second of many cocks now entered you. Another huge one and started to fuck. Another cock erupted inside you and another. Soon the younger men of the village joined in and wanted you together. You started to be untied and the blankets laid on the ground. The young women of the village were sucking the mens cocks to make them hard for your body. You felt at last the head of a large cock press firmly against your ass and penetrate you. Another cheer went up. It seemed that everyone was going to use you that night in every way.
Soon you were being fucked in your mouth, pussy and ass all at the same time as the village all wanted to share in the good luck that you brought to the village. Hand were holding you up as you tired yet more cocks kept fucking and cumming inside you. The elixir was sustaining you and still after at least two hours of fucking your orgasms continued to come intermittently. Cum covered your breasts, was matted in your hair, ran down your chin and was leaking from your pussy and ass yet still the men of the village kept fucking. The chief had cum in your outh twice to great cheers as you were forced to swallow it all and the chiefs had twice more filled your ass with cum.
The last thing you remembered was the women of the village carrying you back to the hut and beginning to wash you. After that you passed out.
Waking in the dim light you heard voices,
“Julia? Julia? Are you there?”
“Yes I am here”.
The door opened and there stood in the threshold was one of the white hunters.
“What happened? Are you OK? Are you harmed?”
You found yourself thinking about it as he led you out into the sun. Your body was aching but in a good way. Looking down the women had washed and cleaned you and dressed you in a native dress. Suddenly you found yourself saying,
“Yes I am fine. I must have just wandered off.”
“What is this place?” the hunter said and as you looked about the village was deserted.
“I don’t know.” You replied. Then your mind wandered, the effects of the drug still in you.
“Are you alone?” you asked. One more cock wouldn’t hurt as you dragged him into the hut.
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