"Claim me,"
she whispers in a plea
"claim my soul as I wilt"
Crimson lips parted,
head thrown back
in ecstatic ache
jugular bared
she needs to feel
that sharp -edged love,
skin and barriers broken
as she melts into
the underworld
of a new grace
a magenta cry into
the inky sky
sacred silence penetrated
as only gasps are heard
milky breasts decorated
with red liquid ribbon,
his nourishment,
her demise
nipples pierced with
beads of her sunset lifeflow
as he sucks and bites...
and howling
into heaven's delicious gate,
she writhes
Her soul dissolving
into his night
and as his spirit
absorbs her vermilion soul
their power rises,
black as coal

your lips black sticked sanguine
tremulous murmurs
oh happy blood blossom of deaths surrender
sacrificial lamb
cats sparrow entranced
thighs on fire
sobbing from a thousand needled kisses
nipples tearing blood
each wound a weeping mouth licking
milky white alter of cold stone
saturated alizarin rust
legs wide
feet and breasts trussed
in chains and drenched rags
for cruelties arrow
o crimson queen,
pomegranate half eaten
mouth smudge black
agape
snake tongue dancing
through cherry lips
darkened eyes of fire and blood
a wash in devils incense
beloved veiled in evils cradle
bind not the demons kiss
then face down my love upon the crypt of mist
black heavens gate
pupa
vampires bate
a blood moon shaking
a scourge you are now
goddess of pleasures wretched
in the Tuileries of the abyss
consort
your every piercing fang
a boiling cauldron
desire
spilled out

dark cupid witch
legs tied to throat
devil cocks twitch
nipples in a mote
ive got the itch
feet scorched in rope
hot fucking bitch
hells dark pope

vampiress whore
dark girl feeding
the sun is no more
loves the bleeding

I so want to fuck my mother in law shes 70 but god she has a gorgeous figure, im doing everything to get in her knickers, she hasnt had sex for 17 years and i know she is quite easily got randy. I sit next to her close as i can get showing her how her phone works, i touch her legs and slide my hand up her thigh, she goes a little silly and giggles but i dare not go any further. I have touched her tits many many times in unconscious ways...well on her part i plan every one...i have exposed to her cum in her food and pissed in her coffee, she has sat and stared at me naked i know i filmed it...but she wont touch. She'll touch my cock when i hold a book or something she points at she rubs my cock then accidenty...just wish she surrender to me....please i want you.

Any sensible ideas....even drugging if it works...she doesnt drink either bummer.

I confess that not only did we lose our virginity together, but the best sex I've ever had was with my sister who is two years younger than me. She always wanted us to perform it how she believed it should be (which was without condoms). I wish it never ended. It was us having sex that brought us closer. We made love as if we were lovers and not siblings. If we didn't marry different people, we would still be making love. My wife can't get me as hard as my sister did. She knew how to please me. While she would fuck me, I was so under her spell that I surrendered

THIS IS A GREAT STORY

Beth ran one hand through her thick mane of auburn hair, absent mindedly biting her full, lower lip as she looked through the brochures on the coffee table. The salesman leaned back on the couch a bit to allow him a better view into the gap between the buttons on her blouse as her chest strained the fabric. I noticed him grin slightly, his approval at something I had known about Beth since we married two years before...that Beth was a beauty.At 5'7" and 125 pounds, Beth had height and hair of a fashion model, but with the wholesome face of the 'girl next door', and a figure that was all woman...long, tapered legs, gently curving hips and rounded ass, smallish waist, and full breasts, nestled snugly in their 36d cups, which incidentally was where this salesman's eyes were riveted now. Her best feature, though, was something not visible to anyone but myself prior to this day. Beth had the nicest tits I'd ever seen before, full, round, firm and that was obvious. But her nipples, more specifically the aureole surrounding the nipple, would swell as she became aroused. The silver dollar sized area actually protruded slightly from her breast, like plump strawberries, and was extremely sensitive. I knew that no man had seen them before, as Beth's strict Catholic upbringing had caused her to retain her virginity until our wedding day. Our sex life was great for me, having a beautiful woman like her to myself, but she had some difficulty reaching orgasm. It concerned me more than her, though, and she frequently said that it wasn't that important to her, that she loved me regardless, etc. All that put me at ease until today, as I stood outside the back window of our home looking in.I'd been busting my ass trying to establish clientele in the sales job I had, working long hours, coming home late, and pooping out after dinner. This afternoon, I'd had a particularly rough day, and decided to knock off early. I noticed another car in the drive as I pulled up, so I parked on the street, and walked to the back of the house. From the covered patio in back, you can see into the living room from a window there, and I saw the salesman then.He was an extremely handsome guy, I had to admit, with dark hair, tall, and what seemed like a muscular build. I could sense that Beth found him attractive too, by the body language....little things, like the way she looked at him as he spoke, the way she leaned in slightly when he made a joke, stuff like that. Beth was wearing a light cotton sun dress that buttoned up the front, and clung nicely to her upper body. The skirt part was about knee length, but sitting as she was, had ridden up half her thigh. I was just going to go in, but something made me stop short for a moment and just look...something about the way his eyes moved over her legs and chest. I stood and watched.Beth had made coffee, and the salesman settled back on the couch and draped his left arm on the couch back, sipping and checking out my wife as she shuffled through some of his brochures. As she leaned back on the couch, it happened. He put his cup down, casually turned her face toward his with his left hand and leaned in to kiss her on the mouth, while his right hand came up to clamp onto her left breast! I couldn't believe it! Beth pushed him away, shocked, saying "What are you doing...stop, I'm a married woman" but he had her arms pinned as he leaned in on her, kissing her, and continued fondling her chest. I stiffened, thinking "Holy Shit, this guy is going to rape my wife!". I wanted to run in and stop him there, but it kind of struck me that Beth didn't seem like she was in all that much distress. Don't get me wrong, she writhed and protested, but I wouldn't say she was fighting for her life or anything. She didn't scream out, it was more like a plea, "no" she said quietly, like a weak attempt to fend off the inevitable.He began unbuttoning her dress from the top, and kissed her lips, face, cheeks and neck while he did. I heard him talking to her, telling her she was beautiful, that he wanted her. Beth struggled, still telling him "stop, no....please..." but he had leverage on her and successfully pinned her against the couch back. They continued their unorthodox wrestling match, and he continued on her buttons until he had her dress unbuttoned to mid waist, at which point he peeled the garment to one side and Beth's bra-covered breast popped out. I could see the white fabric strain as her chest heaved from the exertion, the excitement, or both! He kneaded and pinched the large jug while still hidden in its lacy cup, all the while nibbling her neck and ears. She held his head in her hands and tried to push his face away. As he kissed his way down her neck, he dipped his right hand into her exposed bra and scooped her tit from its cup.He cradled the globe in his right hand as if he were weighing a melon at the market, and the side of his thumb grazed roughly over her swelling nipple. He pulled away for a moment to look at the heavy tit, then with a throaty moan, his mouth clamped onto her breast. I could see Beth's legs stiffen, and her face was a picture of panic as she looked left, then right, then left again as if trying to find a place to hide. Her breathing was ragged as she muttered "Oh Jesus, oh, I...oh shit....". The tit sucking was beginning to get to her, though, and her eyes finally rolled back into her head and she seemed to suck in her breath as he sucked in her nipple. She no longer pushed his face away, but just cradled it there, frozen, with her lips formed into a perfect "O" as he moaned and licked away. He broke contact and came back up to kiss her neck and lips. Beth seemed to have surrendered, and I was shocked to see her no longer fight him, but to return his kiss!My heart was racing as I watched. I reached into my pants and pulled out my dick and began to stroke my hard on. The salesman kissed her mouth deeply now, and Beth kissed him back as he continued handling her left tit. Sensing her submission, he relaxed his grip, and drew circles over her breast, lightly tickling the skin before pinching the nipple in his fingers. His right hand lowered and landed on her knee, and Beth twitched. He tried to stroke the inside of her thigh, but she pushed his hand away, telling him no, that she was married, that they can't, that it wasn't right, that they shouldn't be doing this. Three times she pushed his hand away, and three times he tried again. With each attempt, though, he got a little further, his hand inching up her inner thigh, and although she pleaded , I could see her knees parting a bit more each time until the white 'vee' of her cotton panties was visible. At last he hit the mark!! Beth's legs opened wide and she moaned deeply as he tickled her mound from the outside of her panties. I knew then that the inevitable would happen...this stranger would fuck my wife, while I stood by and watched.The thought of another man doing Beth had really never crossed my mind before. I mean, I knew that she was very desirable, and that men had made advances toward her, some gentlemanly, and others crude, but she always shrugged them off and was unfailing in her loyalty to me. Why today was different, I don't know....was it my job, and the neglect it put on her needs? Was it something I misunderstood about our marriage? Was it the very good looking guy, whose bold advances stirred some pent up desire in my bride? I wasn't quite sure about the reason, but I found myself frozen to the ground, my fly down with a raging boner in my hands while another man was stroking my beloved's most private parts! The salesman took his time as he caressed her cotton-covered slit. He brazenly grabbed her leg inside her knee and pulled it up onto his lap to spread her almost obscenely wider. He stroked her thighs from knee to crotch, lighting there for a time as Beth moaned like a bitch in heat, before moving on to stroke the other thigh. He kept whispering to her, but I couldn't make out what he was saying. By the time he actually pulled aside the fabric of her panties, her lips were swollen, her hips were grinding, and as he inserted his finger into her she groaned loudly into his mouth. He moved slowly, pushing his finger in, withdrawing to rub her clit for a bit, then pushing in again. The stranger moved his hand around the back side of her hip and slid into her panties from the top to grab her ass. He then slid off of the couch and onto his knees on the floor between her open thighs, and as he went down, he slid the panties down her legs and tossed them aside. I had to admit it was a smooth move, and I squeezed my prick as I watched.Beth had never been into oral sex, wouldn't let me even try, and she sat up a bit as if to resist as the stranger opened her legs to lick her pussy, but he had her by the back of her calves, and he simply parted her legs and latched onto her gash. The move seemed to take her by surprise, and she cried out a little as his mouth landed on her exposed mound, but it was definitely a cry of joy. The salesman worked her snatch, and I could see his head moving up and down as he held her legs up and open by the backs of her knees. Eventually, he moved his hands off her legs, and I expected her to try to kick away, but instead she wrapped them around his neck of her own accord. He brought his hands up and finished unbuttoning her sun dress, splaying the garment open as he reached around to unfasten her bra. Beth shrugged her shoulders as the dress and bra straps fell aside, and the man filled his hands with her tit flesh. He paused to glance up at her, sprawled back on the couch totally naked, her thick hair messed, her breasts full, heaving, and the aureola swollen, her belly rising and falling in rapid breaths. "Very nice, Beth" he said softly, before resuming his feast. Beth came hard, squeezing his head as her fingers tightened in his dark hair.

The salesman got up and slowly removed his shirt and tie. The guy liked doing everything slow, and Beth just lay there looking up at him. He took off the shirt, and I could tell that my wife liked what she saw. The guy was built, with a muscular back, neck and arms. He unzipped his pants, slid them down and kicked them off and stood before her in his boxers. He reached down, guided her hand to the waistband and said "You do it, Beth". Beth sat up straight on the couch with her head about waist high to him and pulled them down. I couldn't see because his back was to me, but I heard her kind of gasp and mumble something unintelligible. I could see her hand come up to his prick, but my view was obstructed. He placed his hands on her head and moved foreword, like he wanted his dick sucked. I heard Beth say "I...I never..." , but he spoke quietly to her, saying "It's ok...just open your lips....that's it, Beth...use your tongue...that's very good".I was pissed because I could NEVER get her to do that. I heard Beth's muffled gurgles, then saw as the salesman withdraw and kick his boxers from his ankles, and it was then that I saw it, got a glimpse of his cock, about 10 inches of thick meat, hanging semi-flaccid from his crotch....It was fucking huge, the biggest thing I'd ever seen, let alone Beth. She just stared at it, mesmerized as he stepped up again. Beth came foreword on the couch to meet him as he stood between her legs, her first attempts at cocksucking getting bolder. She held the organ in her small fingers, which made the thing look even that much bigger, and kissed it along its length, her tongue stabbing at it as it grew. I heard him tell her to stick out her tongue and he began to move his hips as Beth bathed the shaft from one side, like she was licking an ear of corn (his cock being almost as thick), the huge erection sliding back and forth across her lips. He told her "lick my balls, please Beth". Could you believe it!! Please, he was asking her!! And I'll be damned if Beth didn't lean down and lick them. He reached down and took his prick by the base, and began to slowly rub its length along her face while she tongued his scrotum, covering her cheeks, eyes, nose with her own saliva from his huge sausage. And how did Beth react to this humiliation, this face washing? I saw her small hands come up to clench his muscled ass cheeks and pull him closer as he ground his pelvis into her face!After several minutes of this, the man's cock was fully erect, and Beth could not take her eyes off of its chiseled hardness. It swung to and fro like a batter on deck as he instructed my wife to lay back. He told her "I'm going to fuck you now Beth, would you like that?" Beth just stared at his mega-cock, muttered something, and lay back opening herself to him. He climbed on top, supporting himself with one arm and kissed her deeply on the mouth. His other hand grabbed the organ by its root, and he began swabbing its head up and down her wet slit. She moaned into his kiss as the huge head grazed her clit. My wife groaned in ecstasy as he painted her pussy lips with his mighty prick, occasionally dipping a few thick inches into her causing her to just about come off the couch, only to pull back and rub some more. After some time, he slowly sank into her to his full length. Beth's moaning intensified. He didn't move then, just lie there on top, and she groaned loudly and came again. He withdrew slowly, and sank in again. Beth was whimpering, cursing, saying "Oh my God, Oh my..Oh my God....oooh....Fuck....Ohhhh....shit..." He stroked her a few times, then withdrew completely, turned her around like she weighed nothing so that she was on top, straddling him. "Put it in again, Beth" he said, and she did, sliding down on his huge cock. He told her "Slide up here so I can lick your beautiful tits, Beth," and she cooperated fully, offering him each swollen nipple in turn. He covered her globes with his saliva, cradling each tit in his hand as he kneaded, licked and sucked. His face was smothered in her cleavage while she rode his thick prick. I looked down at the measly 5 incher in my hands, and as Beth came for the third time, I came onto the concrete floor.

I have done a dangerous thing.

I am 43, married, and me and my husband had a rough year. Without going into details, there was this tragedy, that struck someone close to our kids, and we had lots going on to help them get over it. In the process, our mental health was really bad, and we started therapy etc.

After a few months, I felt better, kids are ok, but hubby has become numb, and seems that he has started slipping further into depression. Our best friends, a couple our age, with whom we used to socialize every weekend, were there for us. At first, we needed our time, but after more than six months, we met up, like we used to. My husband ruined the evening, by being really down. Ok, we will try it again.

Same thing. So, I started seeing them, mostly my girl friend, once a week, for coffee, and we would catch up, and it would be so good for me, our talks had a healing effect on me. I told her that, thanked her, and she told me she will always be there for me.

Then, she had to travel for a month, due to work, and I was left all alone. It is hard, when you are coming out of a mental trauma, and have no one to lean on. So I called her, talked to her on the phone. It helped. She eventually told me, if I have no one to talk to, that she will call her husband to call us for coffeee (they were always inviting both of us, only my husband wouldnt come).

So he did, and I went by myself.

I cant quite pinpoint the moment I felt attracted to him, but I always was in a way, but never really thought about it. He is tall, and that is important, because I am really tall for a woman. Still, much taller than me, but unlike my husband, who is tall, with a bit of excess of flesh, especially on his stomach, he is built like an athlete.

His wife, my friend, looks so much better than me, she is a blonde, I am a brunette, she is a petite, slim beauty, with feminine and elegant posture, I am tall (still slim, but too tall) woman, who always felt self conscious about my back side.

On our third coffee meet up, he said he cant go out, and asked me to come to their home. I was the one who made the first move.

I went in for a kiss, he backed off, but when I grabbed his groin, he surrendered.

It was the best sex of my life. I came three times, and he came in me, twice.

After our heads cooled off, we agreed that this shall never happen again, and I am sure it wont. I feel like a total scum, bet he does too, I have repented, but I just cant stop thinking about it.

The years keep on rolling - I wish I had so much more to give. When times get tough but I am strong - I go to him, I walk into his office and shut the door. "Can we go somewhere for lunch today Sir?" I ask with an innocence and smile that gets him every time. 'Of course, I have a place in mind but we would have to leave now' I go to the door and open it up. I grab my coat and follow him to his truck. I climb in and it seems as comfortable as going to the gas station. We pull up to a house with a garage - he opens the garage, I have no idea whose house this is - it could be his I guess but I didn't think we were going to each others' houses quite yet. It is what it is.We walk in and I take my coat off, he slides his hoodie off and takes his shoes off. He turns around as I am sliding my shoes off 'How about you take everything off and go into that room' he points to what appears to be a bedroom. I nod even though I normally don't take everything off. I guess I am just really horny today. I walk in and there is a bed with some binder clips and string. He is in his boxers waiting for me. 'You may lay down' he just looks at me. "You know we don't have much time..." I try to make an excuse to just allow me to suck his cock - I always do this. 'Don't worry, there are many projects that we are working on, we are safe.' His voice comforts me as I climb onto the bed. He pushes me on my back and climbs by me. Kissing me passionately, our tongues glide across each other. My tongue softly touched his bottom lip, his tongue rubbing his way over mine. His hands rubbing my breasts, massaging them, making my heart race but nerves settle. His right hand rubbing my left breasts, massaging as his fingers move to my nipple and softly pinch it. I moan as we are kissing so deeply I start to hump his leg slightly. His hand moves down my stomach and runs over my clit. I try to thrust slightly when his hands pass by, I can tell he smiles as he is in control this time. His fingers spread my pussy lips as his middle finger presses into my pussy. I take a deep breath and arch my back slightly. 'Fuck you are so tight and wet, maybe I won't do what I planned' he says to me as his finger slowly pushes inside my pussy, feeling the tightness. 'I forget how tight you are, my little slut' I nod and try to move over. "I am sorry Sir - let me suck your cock, please Sir, I will go grab my clothes, please Sir, let me suck your.." he kisses me to shut me up. 'I will do as planned' he whispers which makes my pussy tingle. He moves from the bed and I try to get up to sit on the side. He pushes me back down and grabs my right arm and ties it to the bedpost. I watch him as he walks around the bed and grabs my right leg. I can tell he is thinking about it but walks to my left arm - he raises it up and ties it so I can still move but can't get away. He moves to a drawer and pulls out a few things - 'This will do nicely' I hear him say. He walks over and has a butt plug, he puts it in my mouth 'get it nice and wet slut, you will want it that way' I lick and try to spit on it but I just suck it as I need to suck something. He pulls it out and puts it in my ass - "OH Fuck Sir - please, please, let me suck your cock" I feel my pussy getting warmer - my nipples automatically hard. I start to move side to side and close my legs - 'Now that is a problem, You need to keep your pussy, well, my pussy open for me' he laughs as he walks away. He grabs the binder clips, string and some clothespins from the bed and floor. I try not to think about much but the butt plug feels so fucking good stretching out my ass. "Please Sir, Please Sir, I need your cock in my mouth, down my throat, please, You know I need to taste cum" I try to get as close to him as possible, I know when he feels my wet, warm mouth he won't have a choice but to let me suck. 'Shut up before I gag you' he commands. "But Sir, please Sir, gag me with your cock, you know you want it, you know I need it, Plea..." Before I can finish I have a ball gag in my mouth. He knows I hate that. I try to move around and kick but before I know it my legs are tied spread open with the butt plug being pushed in deeper and held in by the bed.  He puts a pillow underneath to hold it even deeper as it helps hold my pussy up for him. He moves to my breasts and sits along the side of the bed. His hip pushing against my side, his right hand on my left tit - fingers softly moving around and around. He takes the string and places it on my tit - he places a clothespin around my nipple, closing on the string. "hmm ohhh ohhh" I need to talk, I need to suck, I start to drool a bit but suck it back. He puts 5 around my nipple and areola - then moves to my right breast - he does the same thing - I start to moan and wiggle. 'My fuck slut, you will behave and surrender yourself to me today' he starts to rub his cock thru his boxers with his left hand. My eyes focused on his right to see what he plans to do...he pulls the string slightly as the clothespins pull - It feels so fucking good it is hard to explain. He brings the string and ties it around one binder clip - he clips it on my left nipple as I moan and thrust my hips up - the butt plug comes out as I try to move side to side. He ties the next binder clip and places it on my right nipple. FFUUU is the only thing you hear from me. 'There - pretty little picture' he pats me on the stomach and gets up - 'tisk tisk little one, the butt plug came out' He grabs it and pushes it back into my ass. I start to drool now to the point I can't suck it back in - whining like a little pig. He comes between my legs and slides his cock out of his boxes. I thrust my hips to meet his but instead of a nice hard cock, he slaps it hard with his hand. SLAP SLAP SLAP - his right thumb then rubs my clit hard - SLAP SLAP - right thumb rubs - SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP. I am trying to move side to side, whining - almost crying I am so ready to be fucked and cum. He takes his cock and rubs it on my clit, he starts to stroke hard and fast, I can tell he is about to cum. I shake my head, looking into his eyes - begging with my eyes, I need his cock in my mouth, why doesn't he know this. He ignores my requests and slows down. He rubs his tip up and down my pussy lips. Feeling my wetness, feeling how warm I am. He reaches below me and shoves the butt plug in to make sure it hasn't moved. I start to tense up. 'NOT yet my little slut' I ignore him and thrust up and down, rubbing my pussy on his cock and thigh. He reaches up and pulls the string. OH FUCK YES - My nipples start to burn, the clothespins pulling almost off. I settle my pussy down and moan loud. Before I can take a deep breath his cock is SLAMMED into my pussy. My pussy grasps on tight, feeling his tip pop into my tight hole followed by his thick shaft. He holds my hips up slightly as he is kneeling between my legs. 'Fucking Whore, Fucking Cunt, Fucking Slut, MY FUCKING SLUT' he starts to thrust hard in but slowly out. I feel every inch, I feel his balls hitting the butt plug - it moves out but then his thrust makes it go back in harder and deeper. My pussy clenches onto his cock - holding onto it - I can't help but to thrust upwards and arch my back. He pulls the string and one binder clip pops off - "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU" I start to cum - I start to shake my head and try to apologize but he just laughs. He moves to my nipple and flicks it - it burns but burns so good. He takes the string that is around that nipple and pulls  as he thrusts deeper into my pussy. I start to cum again - barely stopping from the first time. He moves down and sucks on my nipple. Biting slightly. His weight hitting my other breast and I can't stop cumming. 'GOOD FUCKING CUNT' he can't help himself but cum deep in my pussy. He pulls the other string as the binder clip and clothespins pop off my breast. He slaps my tits - SLAP SLAP SLAP - He pulls out and reaches back to untie my legs faster than I can even imagine. He turns me around as my arms cross and my pussy is leaking his and my own cum. He pulls the butt plug out and RAMS his cock deep in my ass. "OH OHOH NOOOO" I shake my head, Trying to move but my arms being crossed gives me a different feeling. A feeling of complete submission, I can barely control my own breathing. He rams his cock harder into my ass - He lays his body on me as my breasts are hitting the bed - burning and rubbing on the blanket. 'YOU are my cum whore, YOU NEED to cum....NOW" he whispers in my ear as I can't help but to cum. He reaches around and rubs my clit. I cum hard, harder than I ever have. He pinches my clit as I start to orgasm. My head goes back as I start to shake, Humping the bed as his cock stretches my ass. cumming hard, cumming so much it feels as if I am pissing myself. He reaches up and unties my mouth gag. "FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUUUUUCK YOU" is all I can say. I feel him cum deep in my ass which makes me twitch even more. He holds his hard cock in my ass for a few more moments as my shaking commences. I lay there, feeling his cum drip from my pussy, drip from my ass, I feel my pussy completely open and soaking wet. My ass is open and dripping cum. "Let me suck you, please please Sir" he just smiles and puts his cock back in his boxers. He brings me my clothes and unties my arms. 'Get dressed, I want you to feel my cum and your cum in you, I might have to tell the guys about this one' he throws my clothes at me as I get dressed. We walk to his car, I feel his cum dripping from my pussy in my pussy lips - it is warm but messy, I feel my ass leaking as I sit in his truck. "Th...thank you Sir '' I say as I try to maneuver without making a mess.His right arm moves over and softly touches my face - 'No problem baby girl. You deserve to cum sometimes too...'

I have a suggestion. Why dont we all just calm the fuck down, get naked, do drugs and get along?

We're all animals on the inside. And to truly get along, you must release the beast within! Preferably all over some man/woman's face/rear/body. There needs to be more booty going on between us than all the booty happening just after germany surrendered in france. And back then there was booty in the streets, booty in the buildings, booty in the trees for chrissakes. Streets packed shoulder to shoulder with people, and there's booty going on outside.

So in order to all get along, we need to party like it's mid-to-late august 1944. xD

IN THE HOUSE OF DRAGOOL

in a veiled world
i am light like a feather
disembodied
lightening in a bottle
everything here is alive with madness
wild walls and chairs chatter
like wise cracking gangsters
always sporting for a fight

blood tulips cry and sing
rise and wither
and rise again
loop dancers move from rhythms of light
there are many kingdoms here

in a broken terrain of night
a black ash sky howls
and we are shut in
to a starless and opaque sky
behind an impassable cobalt black gate
the ground a curse
all teeth and rocks
bones and weeping flesh

vampires live here
like clans
all blood porphyria
their mouths a beautiful rust
a tempting visage
half seduction, half terror

needled fingered hematologists
prepare our dinner
her name
Mercy
all body candy
tattooed with a snake anus
her clitoris pierced
with rose paved sparkles
and nipples
stabbed with bat shaped studs

nurses sharpen knives
while quack doctors
tend to
little plastic dolls
blood bathers
with crossed femurs
in hospitals beds

she
a naked lunch
sumptuous
and willing betrothal
in a pearl satin gown
black lips glossed
hair red and purple
thighs and belly trussed

nipples scorched and punctured
from incensed flames, teeth and ravaging kisses
eaten with panicked jaws
her cunt torrid
a gushing river banquet
of blood black jam
chained and strapped
legs stir-riped wide
feet silky glisten
for tongues and kisses

a candle light ritual
as she is copulated
by both sexes
and fed upon

Mercy
laughing like a loon
screaming
eat the feast
you lovely beasts

and half devoured
emerges
a blood perfume delirium
she all
writhing wet mouth drools
saliva like diamonds and pomegranates
back arched
withered from a blistering frenzy
her eyes a white glaring tempest
gone vacant
her mouth like licorice slur
gaping
frozen in a ghastly shriek
her belly nectar
oozing
as the very last of her
a rattled blood moon surrendered

her remains
wolfed down
in the
house
of
Dragool

I have this dark fantasy.

As i returned to Master after having refreshed my makeup back into the perfect state that Master expected and demanded after having given him a blowjob after his dinner as usual, Master was standing waiting by the Polaris UTV waiting for me, holding a gag harness up for me. It was the gag harness i hated most, it was a large penis gag with a that had a large ball at the end. It really forced to to focus on managing my breathing since it reached deep down into y throat when fully tightened. Obediently i approached him, kissed the gag as i had been trained to and opened my mouth wide to accept the penis gag deep into my mouth. As it lodged itself deep into my throat i relaxed my throat and focused on my breathing as i held my ponytail away to make it easier for Master to tighten the straps around my head. i heard him snap small padlocks to the straps securing the harness on me. Next he motioned for me to turn around so he could lock a pair of stainless steel cuffs on my wrists and then lock them tightly together. With a firm grip on my arm he led me up and into the passenger seat of the UTV before securing me in place with the seat belt. He then went back to his tent and retrieved a small bag that he placed in the back of the UTV and got in behind the wheel and drove off, deeper into the forest carefully to avoid obstacles. i had no idea where we were going or what was happening but i was so used to obeying my Master blindly these days and i had given up resisting and trying to disobey just over a year ago. Every time i had resisted there had been severe consequences and it felt like Master had been so many steps ahead of me every time that i eventually gave up and surrendered totally. It had started with chatting online but eventually He had enforced His control over me and overpowered me and took full control of my life. Master headed deeper and deeper into the forest and eventually we arrived at the foot of a small mountain where he stopped. He went around the UTV and came around to my side where he opened the backpack and locked a pair of stainless steel ankle cuffs over my pink high heeled boots. The heels are almost 5 inches but the heels are not a stiletto heel, that would be too impractical. There was a 4 inch hobble chain locked between the cuffs severely hobbling me. The seat belt is released and Master attaches a chain to my stainless steel collar and pulls me out of my seat and onto the soft ground. With no sounds or emotions Master starts walking towards the foot of the mountain and i have no choice but to follow hobbling along, but fortunately Master walked slowly so i can keep up even though it takes an effort to keep up. i focus so hard on keeping up, not stumbling and the huge penis gag that i am somewhat caught off guard when Master stops in front of a locked steel bar gate. As i look up to see why we stopped, Master pulls out a lock pick kit and impressively quickly opens the padlock and pulls the steel bar door open. He then pulls out a powerful flashlight and leads me inside the old mine, now i have to focus even more on the ground in my high heels so i am soon very disoriented and when Master stops after several turns and twists i am totally lost. Master pulls me closer to the rock wall and i hear a loud click in the silence, and Master takes a few steps back and focuses his flashlight on an iron ring secured to the rock wall and a padlock. From that padlock goes a right chain and at first i can’t put the clues together into a clear picture but eventually it dawns on me, Master has secured me to that iron ring deep inside the mine.
i look up at Master and finally he speaks.
-Well, i am sorry to say that here is where our ways separate. I have said many times that the biggest thrill for me is to find, break and then train the perfect sissy slave. When I achieve that point with a sissy slave I get bored, I was a bit disappointed that you broke so quickly and gave up. You once told me about your deepest and darkest fantasy and it was being chained up and left in a deep dark cave so enjoy my sissy and goodbye.
Master turned and simply walked away without turning back or another word. i was totally surprised and my mind was completely blank as Master disappeared with the flashlight. i tried to follow him but was stopped by the chain after just a step. i try to pull against it to reach the disappearing light but there is no give. As the light from the flashlight went around a corner the darkness became compact. Carefully i moved backwards to the wall to get some support as i struggled to understand what just happened. Did Master really mean it or was it a trick to test me. Surely it was. With the support of the rock wall i sank down to a sitting position since it is easy to lose balance in real dark places. i try to smooth my dress out under me as i sink to the hard stone floor but i can’t since my hands are locked behind me. i listen intensely for Masters' footsteps as he returns for me. Surely he was just testing me. Of course he was, he’ll come back for me. Won’t he?

I am my Master’s beggar his slave and to beg for all is my nature with Him. We have a bit crazy path well chasing a rabbit hole and i love every singe bit of it. Lately all of sudden my limits dropped for my Lord even more and fear sneaked in, not fear of not trusting my Lord but a fear of unknown as I have never felt this way, I never was a slave like I am for Him. And I have been a bad girl two times once where I freaked and stopped the play, because those raw was so tense and for a moment i just needed to stop, fearing my Lord won’t like my raw that forgetting he does, i regret that messing our flow the way we are is written in those cray things and i love his madness. Then i was bad for putting my desire for balance in front of what i knew it was my Lord’s need and desire. I lowered my task when in reality i wanted to please Him and he was kind to His slave but she always thinks about His on first place and that was my slip. Slave lose her ground and gets confused when her Master mess with her head and leave her confused but then again that’s what we do as well.. That’s what my Master does an she always loved how he does that, and it’s not like it’s a rule to have me.. it’s just the way we blended. The desire to cover all his needs bad and good somehow sneaked inside of m and i always crave to tell and show that to Him. My master have other fantasies as well, such as being a god whore not because she likes having a cock but because i yearn to serve and struggle for Him, digging my masochistic grave deeper as I can, and truth is that only Him have ability to rescue me or keep me in dark. So perhaps this i did well, because i tasted just that to it’s core how is it to be devoted loyal not thinking toy for her Master whoring just because he said not even being ready for that. Slave does wish she did that that night but this was more harsh on Her. This wasn’t about self punishment because i failed my Master, it was desire to show my devotion and prove how much i am in His hands on His mercy beggar for all He gives me. Colored by Him to my bones and my blood. And parts of me crave to be punished for those second thoughts, yes i know i was playful that night and you my Lord didn’t punish me like that time I wasn’t. But you have more right to me and communicated with your slave so good so far that punishment at times like that is something that your slave would like to talk about. But even that is in your hands to, i just beg with all to be Your pet and earn that. I don’t have expectations i have yearnings when it comes to You my Lord and i know it’s all your pace. But oh god yes i yearn so many things and just to walk the path with you down the rabbit hole. To show her devotion she was ruined tonight just like my Master would love to see.. and took and captured what she was able to craving to capture more and breaking head how could she do that, and i left my grave opened in case my Lord sees and wants to add some more I took them all together and struggled to my core with it ohh fucking god i crave to tell you to whisper to my Master every bit of it twisting and turning embarrassed for being such whore then bothered and turned on because it was to please my Master. All i did even when it was a mess it’s m thirsty soul, thirsty for You my Lord and ache for Your lustful fuel and addiction to be lost in that.. i lust to be lusted by You and i lust to give myself as much as one can give.. all all that one can give. And i am still a beggar to be at Your feet, your slave your property your pet your whore and your little slut. I crave You the way You my Lord just crave to be at your feet daily because it colors my days with beautiful colors and as well with struggle and torment and cannot stop i wish You even when you are in bad mood.. i cannot stop and dream still dream of my Lord letting me be His bubble to be landed with His hands at His feet and i crave to earn that. my master is different and i just hope i didn't poke His stubborn with being crazy, my Master makes me crazy and pull my strings that i cannot feel otherwise but raw sensations. Painted in worry, desire, happiness, hope, torment, struggle, yearning, confusion, dirty acts, corruption, lust, dreams, shameless, lost in my desire for You, fear, madness, surrender, aching to have my purpose for You, and covered i cu and dirty whorish task, humiliation.. a mess till You put me back together and i have always loved it from You.. hoping my Master will enjoy this and that my suffering story one that has Him as the only reason will please Him and beast in him.. i loved my privileges Master. I am Your beggar

What would happen if gun nuts grouped together to invade canada and ended up winning against canada and taking over the governement and causing the canadian prime minister to surrender unconditionally to the united states? The p******** would have no choice but to sign off on the deal and give the canadian peoples a colonial status citizenship or even as slaves. all those would lead the charge against the canadians would have first rights to all the good properties and lands and all the sexiest women would be theirs as well.

what would happen then?

i forsee something like the old south would develop in the north, with giant maple syrup plantations in the east, giant wheat and bison ranches int he middle, and giant call=centres in the east, plus fishing and timber. all the canadians would be the new niggers in those lands, probably branded with a big maple leap brand on their foreheads, and forced to work as slaves for the upper class, which would be the heroes of america who led the invasion of the peaceable nation of the north.

in a few generations, those upper class amaerican conquerors would have bred a race of warrior-overlords who would be fit, fierce, know how to use a gun, and completely white. they would look at their soft, degenerate cousins to the south (the nigger-lovign americans) and launching a second invasion to free their white cousins from the perfumed bower of the lesser races of immigrants who have destoryed the great white race of American man.

I bet that soft america would not resist, because the toughest mofos would be in agreement with the invaders and take up sides with the conquerors, and they would recognise their kinfolk amongst them. also they would be turned on by the prospect of plunder and soft young pussy that would flow from the new world order. manys the man who would join an uprising in their native countries if given the promise of money, power and soft young pussy.

but then, once these sons of freedom and liberty and white mans power have won the canadian peoples and the american peoples, what then? would they resume the isolationist policies of the 1800s or would they spread their infectious war against the whole world and make the world again into a haven for the whites and the trigger happy?