September 20, 2011

Assuaging the Hunger

I make my way to the table, wondering if anyone will notice me. I watch others pass by, making their way to other parts of the bar. Some go to the bar itself to get a drink, others go outside to the balcony and others yet are moving past to leave as they have other plans for the evening.

Looking towards the door leading to the balcony, I don't see you approach and as your hand sets itself over mine; I turn to find your gaze locked onto mine. No words are spoken as you take my hand and lead me away from the press of bodies against one another as they move to and fro amongst the too small space. The whole way back no words are spoken and the only contact made is my hand in yours.

We make our way to the elevator. Stepping in, I notice it is only us, surrounded by silence and the glass of the contraption. I look up and my eyes lock with yours again. Your hand rises up as you bend over, your lips giving the whisper of a caress along my neck before your hand takes hold of the hair at the nape of my neck and you utter one single word. “Cum,” you command, your arms wrapping tightly around me as my world shatters and reconnects all within the span of the fifteen seconds it takes us to get to your floor.

Your hand grasps mine once more as you lead the way. We make our way to your room. Suddenly you stop and turn, your hand producing a blindfold from some unknown pocket. My sight goes dark and then you lead me into the room. The door shuts behind us and suddenly, fiercely I feel your hand upon my throat. My breath is knocked out of me in surprise as my back hits the wall and I hear your growl next to my ear. “I WILL have you this night.”

Your hands move to my chest and I feel my blouse tear with buttons hitting the walls around us. My breathing increases. I bite down on my lip, accidentally cutting it with my teeth which causes me to whimper. I feel you go still before leaning down and kissing deeply, sealing the wound on my lip before any further damage can be caused. Your hands continue moving, shedding me of the offensive blouse before coming back up. The bra I’m wearing stands no chance and the pop of fabric as breaks causes me to gasp.

As each piece of clothing is removed, my body becomes more and more inflamed with need. My legs tremble as I continue standing before you, my upper body bare to your gaze. Your mouth finds my nipple with ease as you tease and torment me with your tongue and teeth. Your sent fills my nose and I breathe it in deeply. I vaguely hear two quick clicks and then suddenly I feel a coldness against my stomach that wasn’t there previously.  My breathing quickens as I hear you say, “I wouldn’t move if I were you. I’d hate to mar this lovely skin before me.”

I stay as still as I can as I feel the knife move beneath the cloth. For a moment I could swear the knife starts to press further down, before the skirt and garter belt are quickly dispatched. Wearing only my stockings and heels, I stand before you, nearly squirming with desire as it continues to build without you even having to touch me. Nearly dragging me to the bed, you spin me around and push me back. I fall onto the bed and feel your hands remove my shoes, one by one, before reaching up and removing each stocking with a startling gentleness after the fierceness of a moment ago.

Fully naked now and at your mercy, my will is no longer my own and I lay still, waiting for your command. My foot, touching your leg, tells me you are not moving. How long you stand there, I don’t know, but finally you move, shoving my legs apart and moving between them to hold my wrists above my head with your hand, insuring I will not be going anywhere. “You’re going to lay there, as I take you and there’s nothing you can do about it,” you tell me. As each word is said, my need increases even more until my hips are reaching up, trying to find you.

Roughly, you force your way into me, pushing until you’re in all the way and then moving hard and fast, taking your pleasure from me. I cannot help but move against you, my hips bucking into yours and my whimpers turning into moans. Closer and closer I get to the edge but not yet going over until you whisper, “Cum,” in my ear. My moans turn into cries as my body spasms under and around you. You say it again, thrusting even harder and faster. Again the precipice drops from under me and I’m gone riding wave after wave as you fuck me, taking what is yours.

Finally unable to bear the wait any longer, you nuzzle my neck, biting down hard. Crying out, my mind shatters into fragments, unable to voice any words even if my life depended on it. Riding hard on the wave, you growl and follow behind, your own orgasm taking hold and sending me spinning again right as I start to come down. Shuddering and trembling against you, my body feeling aftershock after aftershock, you hold me close until my cheek caresses your shoulder in a mute greeting.

Moving to the middle of the bed, you remove the blindfold and look me in the eyes before kissing me soundly. “How do you feel,” you ask to make certain everything is as it should be. The satisfied murmur against your shoulder as I curl up against you once more gives you all the answer you need as we settle in for the evening and a weekend full of festivities with many more toe curling experiences to be had.

September 18, 2011

Dragon*Con

Well, many of you know I went to Dragon*Con. And as with any other event goes as wonderful as this one did, I have to process before I can begin to write about it. Monday when I got home from D*C (as it will hitherto be mentioned as), I developed a sore throat. I didn't think anything of it as I had been to a couple of concerts the last night of D*C but then on Tuesday, I couldn't even eat half of a sandwich and dreaded that it might be strep. I have had it once before and the feelings/symptoms were the same as the last time.

I went to the doctor and she did the rapid test along with taking a culture. The rapid test came back negative. I should mention that the rapid test I had the previous time I had strep (and which I went to the ER for that time) had also come back negative. I mentioned this to my doctor but I don't think it clicked. So she sent me home with a script of Prednisone for the inflammation and said she thought it was a virus that acts similar to strep.

I started taking it as soon as I got home but when I got up the next morning and my voice sounded even worse because the swelling in my tonsils had NOT gone down and had in fact increased a bit, I had my S.O. check them. He said they looked like Uranus they were so covered in white. So we called and made the doctor call in a script for Amoxicillin. It's a good thing I did because I got a call from the doctor Friday morning saying that the culture had come back positive. So I had to be out all week thanks to it. On top of that, I wasn't able to do any schoolwork because I felt so pitiful that I essentially stayed balled up on the corner of the couch and slept, forcing myself to continue drinking water until the meds brought the swelling down enough for me to be able to eat without it hurting so bad. I spent this last week catching up on all of the schoolwork I missed while I was sick. I've finally gotten through all of that.

With all of this having been said, I haven't really had time to process D*C, at least not consciously. I think my subconscious decided to proceed without me though because I've dreamt about the con almost every night since I got home. I will be writing a synopsis of the weekend. If you were involved that weekend and you want a copy, please let me know and I'll email it to you once I've finished. I normally post these kinds of writings on here, but for some reason, at least right now, I feel this one should be kept between those in which the events occurred.

I haven't even had a chance to go through post con depression. It's weird. I wonder if it's going to hit now that I'm feeling better and can consciously process it or if I somehow found the bypass button. I guess we'll see.

September 11, 2011

Ranty Rant Rant

Warning- What I have to say today may not be to the liking of everyone. I will not apologize for what I'm about to say. It is my opinion and just like everyone else with an asshole, I have one.

We watched the first 30 minutes of the ceremony for 9/11. After that we turned it off. It's ok to memorialize those that were lost in so tragic an event however to bemoan it and drag it out grates on my nerves. We did what was necessary to take care of the situation after it occurred. Why do people seek to make the feelings of pain last when the time has moved on? I love my country and I respect anyone in this country, be they from here or anywhere else, that fights for the freedoms we have today. If it weren't for them, we wouldn't be able to say we're proud of being in the USA because we wouldn't BE the USA.

Maybe I'm strange in that once a situation has arisen and been taken care of, I feel that it should not be lingered on. The message was received loudly and clearly and the threat was dealt with. We stood up and we kicked their fucking asses. A lesson was learned and we moved forward. So the fact that they take a whole day to do nothing but make the event an extravaganza of the dead and repeatedly speak of those lost does not to me bring honor to those that have lost their lives. Let the families remember them in peace. The area was made into a place of remembrance. How much more honor can you bestow upon the dead?

I hold little association with the dead. There are a few that I remember in my own humble way, but I do not force those ways on anyone else and they for my benefit alone. Maybe I'm just not understanding the brevity of the situation but I just know that I can't stand to sit and watch videos of past events that cause pain. I do not look back to remember pain. I have enough pain of my own that comes unbidden to carry along reminders of things that hurt.

My advice to people is this- the people that were but are no more, do not linger on them for all that does is strip away the life you have left to live. Carry them close to your heart and do things that would make them proud were they still here. To try and continue to bring them forward only hurts you and causes a stagnation in the growth that could be accomplished. Live your life for who you are now and enjoy those things which make you happy, knowing that by being happy, you are honoring them in this manner as well.