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Subject: this is test

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this is test

Give me back my broken night
my secret room, my secret life
it's lonely here,
there's no one left to torture
Give me absolute control
over every living soul
And lie beside me, baby,
that's an order!

Give me crack and anal sex
Take the only tree that's left
and stuff it up the hole
in your culture
Give me back the Berlin Wall
give me Stalin and St. Paul
I've seen the future, brother
it is murder.

Leonard Cohen
"The Future"

"That's not funny," she said, "not funny at all."
"I wasn't trying to be funny. Hell, I wasn't even joking. How often do
I ever joke? I want to tie you up and take photos. Is this so evil? Is
it strange? Would I be the first man to want to do this? I don't think
so. Probably not even the first man to want to do it to you."
She turned away from him and pulled the sheets tighter about her body.
He knew he should let it go, that she'd reached her point of no longer
being accepting to the idea, but....
"What about just tying you up? Or what about just the photos? We can
burn them after we look at them."
She did not answer.
"Well?"
"You really expect me to take you seriously?"
"Yes!" he said.
"What would be the point?"
"Of taking me seriously?"
"No, you ass, of taking photos if you're only going to burn them?"
"Oh. You don't get it do you. I just want to see you move in sexy
ways. I want to see you pose for a camera. I want to see you make
yourself all up and shave your pubic hair in a perfect little
triangle. I want you to become seduction and sensuality. I want to
shoot roll after roll of photos of you, spread them on a table, stare
at them for hours, memorizing every detail, and after that...who
cares? Sure it would be nice to keep them, but I understand where you
might not like this idea. So, we burn them."
He kissed the back of her neck then, in a way he knew she liked. The
short wispy hair there tickled his lips, making them tingle, almost
the same sensation as a sneeze. He touched her skin with his tongue,
tasting her. Lightly he sucked, being careful to not leave a mark. She
hated marks, only occasionally allowing him to leave one on her breast
or the inside of her thigh, but only when he begged, and she was in
the mood.
"Then why do you want to tie me up?"
"Sometimes, I hate you," he said. "Can't a man want to do something
without having to explain why, even when the why is
obvious--especially when the why is obvious?"
"All this talking about sex has got you turned on, hasn't it?" she
asked.
"Yes."
"Okay then."
"Okay what?"
"We can."
And deciding that it would be better not to play as though he were
dense, he kissed her once again. She turned back to him then and the
sheet fell away from her body, exposing her breasts to view. He leaned
in and kissed each in turn, then began to playfully lick her left
nipple. Her breathing slowed and grew deeper.
"I could pose for you now."
"Can I take pictures?"
"No. But I could I could become seduction like you asked. I could
dress up in tight clothes with sexy underwear on, then slowly strip. I
could do whatever you like."
"Forget it," he said. "You don't understand."
"It's forgotten, but I want to fulfill your fantasies. I just don't
think I am up to having my flaws preserved forever on film."
She reached out and touched the bulge that was his cock, pulled down
the elastic band of his shorts and freed his penis. His cock was
erect, but not to its fullest potential. She'd seen it so blood filled
before that the skin was shiny and winkleless, the head swollen and
purple. Now, it was obviously hard enough to accomplish penetration,
but if an erection was any kind of barometer of sexual pressure, then
he had a ways to go.
"Then tie me up. I actually think I'd like that."
"Are you just doing this for me?" he asked.
"Motivations, motivations, motivations. Can't we just do something
without having to explain why?"
He smiled at having his own line throw back at him, when other men
would have gotten mad. From under the bed he procured three lengths of
rope, he smiled again when she asked him how long they had been there,
but he did not answer. Instead, he bound her wrists with one length,
the other end he fastened to the frame of the bed. He did the same for
each of her legs, tying her legs so that they were spread open.
"Now what?" she asked.
"I'm not sure. It's scary to know you trust me this much. I can do
anything now, you know. I could take those pictures. I could shave
your pubic hair off. I could anally fuck you."
"I could scream," she said.
"I could gag you."
He climbed onto the bed, straddling her body, being careful not to put
too much weight on her. His cock lay on her belly. He reached forward
and took a nipple between the thumb and forefinger of each hand. He
pinched both cruelly and she winced at the suddenness of the pain, but
otherwise said nothing.
He propped her head up with two of the bed pillows so that she could
watch what he was going to do next, then he pushed both her breasts
together and began to slide his cock between them. At first there was
more friction that he expected there to be and the skin of his penis
was pulled at and hurt, but he did not stop, rather he just slowed his
thrusts. Inspiration struck then, and he moved up and put the head of
his penis to her lips. She'd never done this for him before and he
wasn't sure if she'd do it now. Although she wasn't in a position to
say no, if she protested he would stop. She opened her mouth.
Her teeth, her tongue, the warmth, the way she looked as her mouth
formed a perfect O, all conspired against him. He almost came, but he
had a fear that if he did she would put a stop to their games, and
besides, he wanted to fuck her breasts some more. He pulled his cock
from her mouth and again started to slid his penis between her
breasts. This time her saliva, and the small amount of liquid that
came from his cock, were enough to lubricate so that he was able to
rub against her with pleasurable friction. Again he brought himself to
the blink of orgasm, stopping only because he wanted this event to be
special, he did not want to waste it doing anything too common.
"You're so goddamn beautiful, you know that? Preserve the flaws? What
flaws? From the top of your golden crowned head to the bottom of your
petite feet you are beauty. I bet I could prove it to you with
pictures."
"Give it up."
He stood, cock still erect, and went to the closet. He took out a gift
they'd received from a mutual friend, but had never used. A small but
powerful vibrator. They'd turned it on once, but only to laugh at the
unusually housewarming gift. He wasn't even sure if the batteries were
still charged. They were. It was louder than he expected, the buzzing
filling the room. She still had her legs spread and she still did not
protest when he touched her with it. At first he drew it up and down
her in long, slow movements, going from her bellybutton, down to her
ass, then back up again. He could tell it was tickling her, then
exciting her, then making her nervous, but he continued to do this for
sometime.
"Fuck me with it," she said.
"You always did have a potty mouth during sex."
He obliged her request--she was in no position to demand anything--by
inserting the phallic shaped object into her vagina. Her lips seemed
to grasp at it hungrily, sucking it deeply into her. He began to
thrust it in and out, picking up his tempo as he went. She bucked her
hips and made the most excruciating noises possible. He'd never seen
her react like this before. Even when he was sure she was coming she
never lost control, and now her whole body was into this small toy.
Cruelly he removed it from her. A quick sucking sound was all there
was and she settled back down into the bed. He turned off the
vibrator.
"If you say I can take pictures I will give you more."
"Extortionist," she smiled, "no."
"Have you ever been fucked in the ass before?"
"Pervert," she smiled, "no." Then, "You can, if you want, but if I
tell you to stop, you have to."
He wasn't sure how to go about it. He was half hoping she'd say that
she had--even though this would have driven him into a jealous
rage--or given him a look of disgust, but instead she'd given him
permission--permission to molest her virgin ass. He untied both her
legs, asked her if her hands were okay, had her roll over, and once
again tied her legs. This had long been a fantasy of his, but somehow
it had never come up. He got behind her and opened her ass cheeks. The
puckered opening there looked mysterious and he wondered how it would
feel wrapped around his cock. He also wondered how it would feel to
her. She nervously tensed her ass a couple times.
"Relax, I'm no where near ready."
"Go slow."
"Planned on it."
He found some hand lotion of hers on the stand next to the bed. He'd
read somewhere that oil-based lubricants were bad--he wasn't sure
why--so he was happy to see that this lotion was not. It would
probably be easier if she was untied, he thought, but then she
probably wouldn't have agreed to any of this if she wasn't bound.
Amazing what a set of ropes did to a woman's inhibitions.
The first drops of lotion dropped right onto her anus, bull's eye. A
couple other fell shy and looked like someone had already came on her,
like in one of those porno movies where the guy always pulls out to
prove that he's coming. This he just wiped away. He threw the lotion
aside and put his cock between her asscheeks. He rubbed up and down
between her cheeks, lessening the distance of his strokes each time,
until he was rubbing back and forth on her opening. Eventually, he was
concentrating on just the area he desired to penetrate, but he was
afraid. What if he hurt her? What if her didn't and she was disgusted
at him, or him her? It was too late to stop now...for either of them.
"Ready?" he asked.
She only whimpered in reply.
He pushed against her, but she was tense and it was not easy. Only the
head of his penis entered her. He moved in and out slowly, just barely
violating her.
"Relax."
She tried and it seemed to work, he slowly entered her. The sphincter
muscle gripped his cock and he kept going, until he was all the way in
her. The soft cushion of her ass felt strange to him, as it was
against his crotch. He moved out of her then, but not all the way.
Slowly and carefully. He wanted to make this last and he was already
too turned on by their earlier activities and the fact that he was
getting to do this!
"How does it feel?"
"Strange."
"Does it hurt?"
"No."
"Does it feel good?"
"I don't know, it feels strange."
"Want me to stop."
"I don't know."
He continued to move in and out of her. He didn't want to stop, and
would have been disappointed if she'd said she'd wanted him to. He got
an idea then and reached out and picked the vibrator up again. He
turned it back on and reaching around, found he was able to get it
back inside her cunt. He could feel its vibrations also, but only a
little. The change in her was phenomenal though.
She once again started to move and buck. At first this scared him, as
he was afraid that he'd accidentally hurt her, but he quickly decided
that she wouldn't do it if it was painful. He increased his speed and
became less and less concerned about how far and hard he was fucking
her ass. Soon, he was going with much more intensity than he'd thought
she'd be willing to take, and not only did she not seem to mind, but
she was enjoying it. He could tell.
"Fuck me!" she screamed. "Fuck my ass, come deep inside of me! Make me
feel dirty. Make me feel used. Oh, fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me!"
He did his best.
Resting against her back, he found he was able to take a breast in
each hand. He squeezed them, hoping that the vibrator would not fall
out, since he was no longer holding it in place. Her ass did not give
him the sensations he was expecting. The hairs around her anus scraped
at his skin and only the opening itself was tight. It reminded him of
oral sex by an inexperience woman, or masturbation using only two
fingers. He decided that he much preferred other ways of getting off,
but this experience was new, and there was something to be said for it
for this reason alone. And she seemed to be enjoying it.
He came into her with a shudder and a gasp. The seamen was hotter than
the inside of her ass and he could feel the warmth of his own come as
it shot from his penis and entered her.
"Can you feel me coming?" he asked, but she did not answer.
He collapsed onto her when he was through, but he was considerate of
her pleasure also. He did not remove his cock from her ass, deciding
to leave it there instead, even though it would soon grow limp. He
reached down and touched her cunt, and played with the vibrator, with
his right hand. With his left he continued to massage her breast. He
pulled the vibrator from her and placed it directly against her
clitoris.
"Come, you bitch!"
She made a small whimper of pleasure at being called the name. He'd
never understand why she got off on this, making an act that was
otherwise free of judgments--if it felt good, how can it be
wrong?--and turning it into an act of dirty base lust.
"I fucked your asshole and came inside you, you whore. I'm going to
leave you like this and use you all night long. I am going to fuck you
anally again and again. I'm going to leave you tied--"
She began to come then, thrashing around and outdoing her earlier
performance. He'd never seen her come with such intensity, even when
she masturbated she did not lose it like this. Her body, and his, were
covered in sweat, and he felt his penis slip from her ass and she
squeezed it with her muscles, one last time, forcing it from her.
"--until that vibrator runs out. For days if I have to."
Her orgasm slowed no signs of abating and she struggled to get away
from him, but being bound with him on top of her it was not possible.
He tortured her with pleasure until he knew she'd had enough. He shut
off the vibrator and set it aside.
Their breathing became normal after resting awhile.
"Want me to untie you?" he asked.
"No, go get your camera."

christopher '95

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