2 comments/ 3369 views/ 2 favorites Primal Need By: allthingsgone "You can come in" He said, arrogantly standing in the middle of his living room in his jeans and un-tucked shirt. Such a simple sentence said to the air in general and still I feel it stab at points in my body; freezing me in place. My feet are rooted to the ground and I cannot go back or move forward. He comes towards me, crossing the area slowly and ever so steadily watching me. Still standing on the threshold I stare at him moving, like a predator caging its quarry, rolling energy and dangerous instincts; I am torn from fear and excitement. "What am I doing?!" I ask myself, the question reverberating in my head and surprisingly out loud, escorted by the sound of thousands of insecurities and taboos. From the rumble of his chest comes the answer I have feared for so long. "You are doing what you crave, what you know you need at night to survive but deny yourself because of a precious and merciful God. Which tells you that provoking your body to the images in your head is wrong, to seek the temptation that heats your blood at night and leaves you restless for the moon to watch. Tell me what you want, do you want to be tied, be taken, possessed? Fucked until your personality is done being one and just meshes with the rest of the world? I can give you that and you know it. You came of your own free volition and you can leave the same way, I will not force you to do anything you do not yearn to have. But when you step inside, when you sink your feet into my territory, you are mine. Understood?" By the end of this he is standing so close to me, almost touching me, just a breath away. I shake my head and wrap my fear around me and as I make the move to turn a jingling sound catches my attention. Shackles, hanging from the ceiling in the middle of the room, being moved by the air conditioning that just kicked in, that is all it takes. I can feel the heat spreading through me, coloring my breast and my face, I can feel my body responding and that scares me the most. His gaze burning a path through my reluctance, his words exploding inside of me and like a child balancing on the gate of change, I let go of the hand of everything I know and I step forward. I feel his hands grasping my waist and turning me around as his lips find the moan that is hiding in my throat, like a bounded bird. Everything is rapidly spinning in circles and my tightly clasped control is slithering through my fingers like so much water. I feel him everywhere, surrounding me; I taste him on my lips, being drug and aphrodisiac, all I want is more. A blindfold is placed in front of my eyes and, sensing my reluctance, tied behind my head without any warning. Suddenly he is gone and I am left standing, breathing harshly, in the midst of darkness. "Don't move, don't be afraid, just let go" as he says this I can feel my clothing being removed with such reverence that when he leans my back against his chest the adrenaline slithers away and leaves me in a state of stupor. I am being hoisted up, I recognize the noise from the chain, everything is slowly falling in place and my mind clears of all doubt. Behind my covered eyelids I can still see the blue and yellow hues promising so much if I just let them kiss me. With his hands on my skin caressing and kneading, I feel myself floating above an abyss, about to take the plunge that looks so promising yet scary from this far away. My heart is thumping against my chest, reverberating in my head, my shoulders, my back, my ass and thighs, which is where his hands are as well. I can feel my nipples rasping against cloth; I can taste the anticipation and a finer, sweeter silver thread of fear; all I can see is the dancing darkness behind my eyelids... But once the touch starts to ignite and submit, thinking I still need to feel more is all I can do to stay almost still, I want to caress and be able to see the shadow that is so readily kissing and marking me, teasing and burning a path through me. I am no longer uncontrolled but slowly tilting forward as I topple down in this tsunami of sensations. Traveling shapes are warming every inch of my being, cindering my insides and making me hungry for something that I have yet to discover the full pleasure of. Hands above my head, the graving of the hair, lack of breath, the fine line between pain and pleasure ... So much... almost too much... and the fear at the back of my throat is tantalizing the scream seeking freedom from my chest. With a moan or a quiver of my limbs I give away the growing need, seeking release for the pleasure assaulting me in waves that rock my core with it. My body being pulled in one straight line that cuts through the middle of me, with invisible fingers tracing the path from my chin, down my neck, between my breasts, through my stomach, delving in between my legs. Like a tuned violin I am played, until my hips follow the dictated rhythm and the sound spilling from my mouth is mercilessly plucked over and over again. I beg, until the chant becomes one with the wet sound. And when it seems my body will overflow from the intensity of this need, my legs are parted and gathered and I am filled with the permission to find release. One trust, two, with a sob I cry out my pleasure like a wild animal, buckling and rattling chains; spiraling so fast and true... down, always down... All I can see is blue and yellow hues gathering me in their arms, I am floating... "You are staying tonight." From the depth of my submission I know this is not a question. "Yes, I am staying tonight." Primal Need: Masturbation Fantasy His cock was incredibly thick and long. The huge bulbous head had a hard ridge and as I stroked him clear fluid oozed out of the large hole at the end. When I pulled his cock toward me, he moved quickly grabbing me picking me up as if I weighted nothing. He had a thigh in each hand my cunt was spread open he lifted me above his cock aimed at my hole easily threading it into my gaping wetness. Sliding between my folds, his cock filled me. I tilted my hips the ridged head of his cock raked along my g-spot; I pushed hard out at him. He leaned me into the wall and pounded into my cunt. As I started to orgasm, he groaned and shoved hard I felt his cock pumping hot fluid into me. He leaned into me breathless. Later that evening as I lay down on the mats, he reached for my breasts pulling me toward him by the nipples grasped firmly between his thumb and forefingers. I gasped as he sucked my left breast deeply into his mouth. I could feel my nipple rub against his palate as he sucked my left breast while massaging the other. When he released my breast my nipple extended at least an inch fully hard and throbbing. My cunt was soaked! He lay down behind me his cock hard. He dragged it along my thigh I opened my legs allowing him to thread it into my dripping cunt. As he pumped into me from behind, I once again had a deep retching orgasm. All night long we fucked. I sat over his cock raising and lowering myself feeling the build-up of orgasm as his thick rod stroked the inflamed walls of my vagina; he climbed on top of me I spread my thighs wide open and pulled them up high so he could get very deep while stroking my swollen g-spot and dragging my clit along his massive tool. I placed my legs over his shoulders he grabbed my hips pulling my body up over his cock. We slept with his cock semi-hard lodged in my cunt. When I roused, I'd clamp my pc muscles until I felt his cock harden even more then I'd bump back into him. He'd reach over me grabbing my breast, squeezing my nipple as he worked his tool in and out of my wet, warm woman hole. By morning my cunt hair was a sticky matted mess of dried fluids. As I bathed my cunt lips were swollen, my clit was huge and hung low, my vagina tender to touch. When we again mated, I gasped as my tender walls stretched over his tool. It hurt so good I wanted more....more....more. The next several days were the same I spent my time nude. When he was around he entered me sometimes slowly sometimes with urgency and we fucked over and over again. I wanted to be bred; my fantasy has always been to be bred to be taken with such ferocity and urgency that I was pushed into fertility. It was on the third night that I realized I had conceived. He was seated on a ledge and motioned for me to come to him. He turned me around and bent me forward then pulled my hips back into him directing his cock into my cunt. I sat on him, rotating my hips feeling his cock filling me then I began rhythmically rocking my hips so that his cock moved only an inch or two in and out of me -- the ridge on his cock was swollen and hard it scraped my spongy g-spot. I felt my fluids bathe his cock and knew I was about to come. He had his hands around my waist holding me tight to his lap yet allowing me to ride him hard and fast. As I began to come, I felt his cock pumping into me bumping into my cervix he held me still and that's when I felt the tip of his cock at my os, he was grunting, gasping and I knew my uterus was sucking all of his seed directly into my womb. The spasms of my cunt milked every drop of fluid from his cock. He remained hard inside me we were basically standing his cock buried in my cunt pumping, throbbing. He bent me forward I fell easily into a deep forward bend my legs widespread. I felt him begin to move again pulling out of my cunt then pushing slowly back in. His finger grazed my ass hole then dipped down into the secretions oozing from around his cock. His wet finger grazed my ass hole again and he applied a slight pressure. I gasped and my cunt clamped down hard on him. I heard him moan, his cock got harder, fuller and he increased the speed slightly then slowing again he dipped his fingers into the oozy wetness between us again smearing my puckered hole. The tip of his finger penetrated me. I felt my cunt ooze fluids around his cock -- I was so wet and slippery now I could hear the squishy sounds of his cock pushing into me and pulling out...pulling out to the ridge and staying there. Those sounds, those wet, sucking, smacking sounds of mixed fluids, primal needs and animal response. I tried to bump back into him but he held me by the hips -- suddenly I realized my cunt was aching to feel his full presence and I wiggled trying to engulf more of his cock yet he held me tight -- his finger making circles around my ass hole as he slipped one finger into me. I jerked hard he used the opportunity to slam full length into my cunt where he rotated his hips in a circle tormenting my walls. His finger worked in my ass, in and out, a steady penetration then withdrawal. I wanted it. He stopped and pulled his cock out of me his finger remained in my ass. He lowered his arm and motioned for me to step over it so I'd be facing him. As my cunt glided across his forearm, I left a wet trail of fluids. We lowered to the floor his finger remained in my ass. I opened my legs straddling him; I reached between us and guided his swollen cock into my depths; as I did so he inserted another finger into my ass. I started to pant he held tight deep in my cunt and rammed my ass over and over with his fingers...I was wiggling, orgasm was fast approaching he grabbed my breast and twirled my nipple hard. I gasped he pushed yet another finger into my ass then stopped looked into my eyes as he buried his cock in my cunt with three fingers up my ass. I had my hands on his powerful arms; I was begging to come. I was trying to move against his cock yet he held me preventing me from moving against him. He suddenly pulled his cock out of my cunt, removed his fingers from my ass and placed my legs over his shoulders. He took his cock in his hand placing it at my ass his other hand holding my shoulder so I couldn't move -- he leaned forward bringing my hips upward I looked between my legs at his massive cock poised at my ass hole. I tried to struggle he sank his hips into me burying his cock to his balls in my ass. I screamed and orgasmed at the same time. With each pulsation of my orgasm he humped his hips into me then shot his load into the depths of my bowels.