8 comments/ 68424 views/ 26 favorites Impossible Love By: 0Consequence Warning: Firstly, I'm new to this whole writing thing. Secondly, I have a bad sense of humour and that tends to be present even in my most intense romance/ sex scenes. Lastly, if you want more you have to tell me, I lose interest in stories easily and will probably not finish anything I start unless someone is hounding me. Enjoy. _______________________________ Impossible Love 01 I'm what most guys call 'Mr. Fucking Perfect My Ass' and what most girls moan 'Mr. Perfect Ass Fucking'. It's no surprise because I'm not very tall and have mischievous girlish good looks rather then drool-worthy man muscle rippling through my delicate frame. The guys have no idea why the women love me because I'm no jock and secrete no manly body odour. But to the girls, I'm a real life anime character, who looks sensitive but has a dark dominating playfulness deep inside. Sensitive my shiny white arse, the only thing I'm sensitive to is how my hair looks when it's really windy. That's right, I'm a narcissistic, selfish little bastard and I love every inch of it. And that's what makes me such a potent mix. I'm hot, and I know it. The visual and the attitude combined does wonders when you want to get into someone's pants. So you could have guessed the shock I felt when I was informed by my less-then-abusive uncle that I was to be moved to a private, all-boys boarding school. For once in my over-sexed life I was faced with the daunting issue of self-masturbation. Smiling gleefully at me over his morning newspaper, my uncle's double chin wobbled erratically as he described to me all the fun I would have. Apparently it was his old high school, where he had been football captain and school captain and blah blah blah blah... It was so like him to ignore me in his plans for MY life, which is painfully punctuated by the way he continues to talk to me as if I was still at the table when I am upstairs packing my stuff. I have suspicions that he has an imaginary version of me that he has created just so he could torture me with his incessant chattering even when I'm not physically around. The bastard. Though, at least I would be getting away from him and my old high school. Due to my tendencies to love myself more than the flavour of the week, the school bitch had put a bounty on my head and was driving me insane with her dictionary-length love letters. Finding one of the said bitch's love letters tucked into the side of my school bag I crumple it up and toss it angrily at my desk. Then, being the OC (Obsessively Compulsive) person I am, I stood up, picked up the letter, and folded it neatly before placing it carefully in my waste basket. Yeah, I have problems. After a week of being silently pissed at my bastard of an uncle and packing and repacking I finally found myself at my new room and spraying everything with disinfectant. I could see dust everywhere and the discovery of a cockroach had me hyperventilating into a brown paper bag. An hour of spraying, hyperventilation and cussing in four different languages finally convinced me I needed my pills. Rummaging through my bag I felt the cold hand of reality go down my pants, I'd forgotten to pack my pills. But that was impossible! I was so meticulous that I even packed my own toilet paper so that I wouldn't have to suffer the rasp of cheap, nameless brands on my tenders. But it soon became apparent with everything neatly lined up on my bed covers that my pills had somehow deceased along the way. My over analysing and paranoid mind immediately brought up the prospect that this was a part of one of my uncle's sick jokes, but I knew that was untrue. He cared too much for his own reputation to let me go to his old school without pills, because without pills, I have the potential to commit acts of manslaughter and aggravated assault. Just as I was about to reinitiate hyperventilation into my now soggy brown paper bag, the door to my room swang open and a bear of man leapt in. What was this, some kind of preschool entertainment session? "Welcome roomie!" He bellowed, and before I could blink he had me in a painful headlock while he knuckled down on my head with a determined fist. Somehow I got the feeling God hated me. Reeling out of shock and into panic about my hair, I brought my elbow down hard on his steel abbs. A bit of pain flickered across his features but I was in AGONY. What the fuck did this steroid junkie take!? Quickly backing up to my bed I noticed that the guy had brought an audience. All of them were big, bulking, beefy brutes; need I go on with the alliteration for emphasis? "Awwww, man you scared the poor kid. Shame on you Troy!" laughed a gigantic redhead. I wanted to spit on his freckled smirking face. Coming up close and taking up much too much of my personal bubble he stuck out a calloused paw. "The name is Torq, yours?" I was too scared to ignore him and too disgusted to take his hand so I replied in as much of a monotone as I could manage, "Decarde." Now when I tell people my name, those with 100+ IQ would normally nod thoughtfully and ask me if I was into philosophy, 70+ would crack some lame joke about me being a fruit, 50+ would have some sort of vague recognition flash through their eyes and at last, the >20 would have no reaction. Guess where these four big jocks belonged on the IQ ladder? "Cool, I'm your roomie Troy, and those two are my buddies Can and Do," announced the brute that had ravaged my hair. My elbow was obviously not an effective attack weapon because he still had that shit-eating smile plastered onto his face. Apparently the jocks all thought 'Can' and 'Do' was a funny combination. Lame. Their names were actually Canis and Dominic. I wanted to puke from all the dumbass lameness. For the next few weeks Troy stuck to me like dog shit on the bottom of brand new stilettos. I would be eating and he would come sit next to me, peeing and he would use the one next to mine, and if he could, probably even shower next to me if I didn't make sure I showered at odd irregular hours when he was off at football practice. I was at the point of screaming and throwing myself out the window, when he broke the last straw and paraded into our room naked. Now I didn't give a shit that he was naked and was hung like a fucking minotaur, but the minute his sweat-slicked ass connected with my pristine bed covers I launched myself at him. It must have been shock because he went down like a rock. I'd see him in football practice and trust me; it took a lot more than a skinny-assed girly boy like me to move him even an inch. Always being one to take hold of opportunity, I brought my legs up and straddled him with my hands moving to grip tightly around his neck. Did I ever mention what a fucking gorgeous neck this piece of shit had? "I have had enough of your crap on my stuff you asswipe!" I yelled, hyperventilating a little as my rage took over and my grey cells pulled out their oxygen masks. "Don't touch my stuff, don't sit next to me, don't pee near me and most of all DON'T spread your fucking ass-juices all over my sheets you fucking piece of...!" Before I could finish Troy had effectively dismantled me and now held me hostage with his mountain of a body. "Then maybe I should spread my ass-juices somewhere else?" He snickered. Grabbing my wrists he held them above my head in a painful iron grip. Looking up into his mesmerising but fucking annoying bright blue eyes I noted with horror the amusement in them. What I thought had been a brilliant display of my masculine dominance was to him nothing more than a little childish spat. Mouth opening, ready to spit some long worded venom I let out a wheezing scream instead. His hand immediately flew to my mouth as I started to struggle in earnest. My eyes bugged out of my head as I watched in slow motion more of his stinky jock sweat slide off his lean shiny muscle and onto my cleansed body. Oh God, if you have any pity for this little being of creation, please end its existence now. With his massive paw of a hand crushing my lips into my skull, I was forced to watch with impending doom as his pupils dilated with pleasure. Now I am as straight as they come so you can imagine what went through my mind when I realised that it wasn't my struggling that was causing the bed to rock like a fucking seesaw. The fuckwad was using my jean clad privates like a blow up fuck toy all the while mumbling sweet nothings into my ear! I was in so much rage and panic I had to close my eyes and breathe deeply out of my nose six to ten times before I was calm enough to come up with a logical and practical solution out of my dire situation. In other words, I kneed him. No amount of football practice, weightlifting or steroid injections could have saved him from the soul-searing nut crunch I delivered him. He let out the groan of a dying animal as I thrust him off me. Racing to the door I stopped and turned to admire my handiwork. I'm a machosadist so I wasn't surprised by the shiver of pleasure that ran up my spine as I studied his beet red face and quivering physique. "Next time you piss me off, I'll fucking castrate you!" I snarled at him before turning and casually striding away. Suddenly I felt so much better. Then the reality of the situation hit me. It happened while I was sipping juice with some of my friends from art class. I had just fucking KNEED the CAPTAIN of the fucking FOOTBALL TEAM! – I was so fucking dead. The straw from the juice propelled itself down my throat and unfortunately, I coughed it back up. If it had killed me, I would have at least died a peaceful and honourable death. "You okay Dec?" asked John, my current best friend. Even though he looked like a jock he was cool like me. We were of the few intellectuals in this jock infested hole that took on accelerated art and philosophy courses in hope of bettering ourselves. The only thing I didn't like too much about him was that he had these shyness spasms where he got incredibly shy and wouldn't even meet my eyes. He just had have one right now. Not wanting to deal with his emotional shit, I grabbed the front of his collar and demanded, "I'm going to room with you!" His grey eyes widened and his face suddenly glowed bright red, "Ummm..uh...o..k..kay," he stuttered. What the fuck was up his ass? Great, all I needed to figure out now was how to sneak back into my room and get my essentials. Being the sometime idiot I am, I had come up with the fantastic idea of going back to my room when Troy normally had football practice, forgetting the minor detail that few could practice with bruised balls. So I had nobody to curse but myself when I found my back pressed hard against the door with a very angry football captain breathing down my neck. "Think you are so smart don't you? Think you can get away with it just because you are hot don't you?" Troy growled. I had never seen him angry before so I was about ready to piss my pants. Muscle rippling as he flexed around me, I bit back a moan of pleasure. Truth was, I was more of a masochist than a sadist. "I'm going to have you one way or another, whether you like it or not princess!" he whispered menacingly into my ear, his hot breath sending torrents of shivers down my body and making my toes curl. My shuddering caused him to freeze, and his frame relaxed a little as he wrongly mistook my pleasure for fear. A gentle hand coming to cup my face, he pulled back a little and said in a sickeningly tender tone, "hey, come on princess, don't be scared, you know I wouldn't hurt you." What a bastard, first he threatens to rape me now he is playing the prince in shinning armour. But fuck, he was hot half naked and I liked that brand of jock straps, airy and comfortable while providing the necessary support. He pressed closer and unconsciously I grinded against him. Jerking pack with a yelp his hands flew down to his groin. I stared at him for a few seconds before bursting out in laughter. He was glaring up at me but was obviously in too much pain to come up with anything to say. Not that his brain worked well normally anyways. "Pffft, yeah whatever hotshot, I'd like to see you do anything more than piss blood for the next couple of weeks!" With that I turned and headed towards my bed. All thoughts of changing rooms having left my mind now that I knew he was into me 'that' way and that I was in no danger of sexual assault for a good indefinite amount of time. Thankyou mighty heavens. At first it started off as pure, evil teasing revenge but then it started getting really twisted. I had gotten myself these small slutty, fag style jockstraps which I would walk around in with my perky ass high in the air for him to admire. Troy would try to ignore me, pretending to read a book or play with his football but his shorts would tent and he would growl with frustration. Still being really really tender in 'that' area he could do nothing to relieve himself. Though, I should have known that something bad was coming when he never retaliated against my teasing. It was about two weeks after the kneeing and I had just entered the room after a shower. Naked except for my sinfully small towel, I strode to my bed and flashed my assets as I ditched the towel for my teasing jockeys. Troy was on his bed, a few feet from mine, apparently deeply into Othello. I would have believed him more if he had picked a book more to his level and if he wasn't so blatantly raping my body with his goddamn beautiful eyes. "Hey, how long does it take for Chiochorphonae to start working?" He suddenly asked as I was bending down to wipe my toes. "Chiochorphonae? About 10 mins, it's a fast absorbing painkiller.......hey why the hell would you take something like...." Understanding dawned on me as I watched him rise from his bed. A pure predatory glint in his eyes as he raked me with his burning gaze. Holy shit. Impossible Love Impossible Love (Wet dream) Chapter 1 I brush your brightly glistening jet black hair back behind your ear and softly blow my hot breath down your neck. Then I nibble soft on your earlobe, sending shivers down your spine and make the hairs on your glowing brown skin stand up. I can hear you moan and breathe shallow. I pull you closer to me while you sit on my lap. You can feel my member growing rapidly and becoming very hard fast. "Hmmm, what is that I feel in your pants? Are you happy to see me?" "Very happy", I whisper softly in your ear. You turn around, sitting on my lap facing me. You grind and gyrate on my lap, making my member even harder, if that is even possible. Forcefully you push your thong in my mouth and start to explore with lots of youthful enthusiasm. I hold you steady with one arm around you back and my other hand is running through your soft hair. I can feel your heat radiate which turns me on even more. How did I get so lucky? A beautiful, young, sexuality oozing young woman interested in and older man like me? Impossible, but it's true. You snap me back out of my dream state by biting my lower lip softly and pressing yourself hard against me. I can feel the beat of your heart going faster and faster. You pull back and take my shirt in both hands and rip it open. Buttons are flying all around. Kissing my neck, you trail down to my right nipple, first licking it softly then when it's hard you bite it and pull it with your teeth. A bolt of pleasure goes through my body. I stand up with you still straddling me and throw you on the bed. Pushing your legs apart I crawl between them until my lips reach your. Kissing you hard I let my tongue probe your mouth and explore its hot wetness. At the same time my hands roam all over your body and yours are wrapped around me holding me tight. I pull your blouse out of your tight form fitting jeans that accentuated that nice tight bum of yours. You lift up your arms letting me pull the blouse up and off over your head revealing a nice black lacy bra with beautiful milky breast inside. I immediately put my face in you welcoming cleavage and lick, suck and bite your breast. I hear you moan approvingly and feel you grinding your pelvis against my rock hard boner. Suddenly you flip me over and you slide down on the floor and with on rapid motion you tear open my pants. I always wear those Levi's 501 jeans with buttons, so that was easily done. Helping you out I lift my butt so you can pull my pants further down. Your hand goes in my boxers and fishes out my now rock hard cock. You look at it with lust in your eyes then you smile at me and with that marvelous tongue of yours you slowly and deliberately lick up the pre cum that was starting to drip at the opening of my fat purple mushroom head of my cock. "Hmmm, that tastes sooo good", you say as you squeeze the base of my cock with your slender fingers that are partly wrapped around it. Then you lick all around the bottom part around the head sending shivers of pleasure down my spine. All the while looking up at me with lust in your eyes and a devils smile on your face. You love the power and control you have over me while you are treating me to one of your expert blow jobs. Opening your mouth wide you slowly slide my cock deep down your throat until you reach the point of your gag reflex and with your other hand you cup and roll my now heavy and full balls making me moan of pleasure. You then retract and my cock is now all wet and well lubricated. You tighten your grip and start jerking me off while also sucking the head of my cock and flicking your tongue rapidly around it. Two can play this game. I am in total heaven, but know that if I let you continue this much longer I wouldn't last another second and there is so much more I want to do. So I push you of my cock, which you don't let me do easily and not without protest. I make you stand up and I get on my knees, unbutton your pants and push down your pants and matching black lacy tong panties. Then I push you back on the bed and spread your legs wide. Kissing your leg I lick my way up your inner thigh. You try to close your legs as I send wave after wave of pleasure through your body. When I finally reach your sweet smelling and cleanly shaved pussy, I stop and crawl up to your belly button where I continue my licking, sucking and nibbling. This totally driving you crazy and you try to push me back down, but I continue up to those beautiful milky breast. Luckily for me your bra has a clasp in the front that I can quickly undo to reveal those erect pink nipples. With my tongue I like around your left nipple without touching it. After a few flicks around I finally stop teasing and suck your nipple in my mouth. You lift and push your boob in my mouth as I am nibbling and sucking on your nipple. I give your right boob the same treatment before I slither back down our stomach, past you belly button down to your now soaking wet pussy. I can see your lips are all swollen and glistening from your own juices. I lick you outer lips avoiding you love knob for now. Then I make my tongue hard and pointy and slowly lick all the way up your slit, spreading your lips. When I reach your clit I stop and softly blow my warm soothing breath on it making you squirm, oozing out more juice from your sweet pussy. Damn your pussy tastes good. I lick my way back down your lips spreading them more until I reach the entrance of your pussy. I stick my tongue inside as deep as I can and move it rapidly in and out a few times, fucking you with my tongue. A gasp escapes from you. I wet a finger with your juices by sliding it up and down then slowly I push it inside, feeling all that wetness and warmth. I get another finger all wet and slide both in and out. Now I find your clit with my tongue and start to make circles around it and flick over it in rhythm with my fingers that are making the come here motion. You start to close your legs tight around my head and grab and press my head into your soaking pussy telling not to stop. That is when I stop and look up to see your face in total lust and ecstasy. I smile at you as you beg for me to go on. I comply with your wishes and continue to eat that delicious pussy of yours. Then you suddenly grip my head tight with both your hands and legs, keeping my head in a vise as you moan loudly and trash around and grinding your pussy all over my soaked face. Wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure takes over control of your body. When finally, your orgasms start to subside you pull me up and kiss me hard. You lie down on your back with your legs spread wide and say "Fuck me hard, make me cum again!" Then you pull me on you and with one hand guide my cock in that steam hot pussy of yours. I start of slow, making circular motions with my hip while I am lodge to the hilt inside your love box. You moan softly and follow my motion and rhythm. Slow sensual and feeling good like waves of the ocean are rocking us back and forward, side to side. We kiss deeply and passionately. Letting our hands roam all over each other's body. After a while I start to pick up the pace, pushing faster, harder and deeper inside you. It doesn't take long before I hear you jell in my ear, "Yes, yes, yes. Faster! Harder! Give it to me. Make me cum. Take me. Make me yours, pleaaassssee! Don't stoppp. I am cuuuummmmmiiiinnnggg! Aaarggg" You start to shake violently as I press my cock deep inside you hitting your g-spot and start grinding over it, driving you totally insane and over the edge. After we both recover a bit I flip you over on your hands and knees and position myself behind you on the bed. Doggy style is one of my favorite positions. I spread your cheeks as you push up opening your ass for me. I take a moment to enjoy the view than I line up the head of my cock with your wet pussy. I move my cock up and down your slit rubbing the head on your clit. This makes you moan and drop your head down. With one hard push I shove my cock all the way in your wanting cunt. You gasp and pull your head back up no expecting me to do that. I instantly grab your head by the base of your hair and whisper in your ear, "Now it's my turn. I am going to fuck you hard and make you cum till you pass out and I am going to fill you up with my seed!" Letting go of your hair I grip both sides of your hip and start a fast paced rhythm of pistoning in and out of your pussy. Once in a while I smack your ass cheek leaving a red mark on it. Even though you already came twice, it doesn't take too long before you are cumming again. I keep up fucking you through the orgasm and when your final spasms start to come... "Ring, ring, ring..." My alarm clock rings waking me up. Totally sweaty, hot and in a daze I turn of the alarm and look over to my left watching my wife snore on without a hitch. Damn, if I wasn't married and you didn't have a boyfriend this could all become reality. Too bad it isn't so. I will keep having wet dreams of my Impossible Love. This one is for you, S. J. L. P. You know who you are ;) Impossible Love Ch. 02 Unedited chapter, cause I have a fantastic excuse which I can't disclose out of fear someone may taunt me with it later in life. ~~~~~~~~~~~ All sorts of rape scenes flashed through my eyes, most of them involved me screaming in pain, him grunting like a gorilla and a lot of spanking. So my first reaction was to grab my disinfectant spray. Holding it in front of me like a three-metre metal spiked baseball bat, I gave him my most dignified, and no-nonsense glare. "Look here Troy, I am NOT a fag so don't jeopardise our friendship with your raging hormones!" I warned. Hand shaking as I let out a small hiss of disinfectant to let him know what he was in for if he chose to cross the line. He stopped, raised an eyebrow and the world's most disgustingly smirky smirk shone from his face like a fucking light bulb. "You kneed me princess, we ain't friends, also that disinfectant is safe for child use, it doesn't sting," he replied taking another step towards me. "Princess!? What part of me looks like a fucking....!?" Before I could finish he had lunged at me, knocking the air out of me and my hold on my precious disinfectant. "Ni Seng Jing Bing, AHOR, fucking piece of baba shi...!" The sound of metal clicking on metal resounded in our suddenly quiet room. The bastard had handcuffed my wrists to my bedposts. The rape scenes continued their marathon run through my head. I was definitely going to castrate this bastard. "And to ensure I don't get erectile dysfunction before my time..." Troy produced another two sets of handcuffs which he used on my ankles. I wanted desperately to laugh at his use of big words and to tell him that he should say, 'peewee-go-bad' instead, but being locked, spread-eagle on my bed didn't put me in the mood for talking. Running a single rough finger up my stomach and slowly circling it around my left nibble, he regarded me with a thoughtful expression. I really really don't get this guy, why the how hasn't he started the action yet?! "You are a closet case," he finally stated after a few long minutes of deep concentration and nipple teasing. I don't know where he got his control from but I just wanted to grab his head and bang it on a hard metal surface. Not waiting for my reply, not that I could from all my hyperventilation, he continued on with his philosophising about my sexual orientation, "That time on your bed, you had a hard-on, and then even knowing I had a crush on you, you would purposely walk around in those cute little jock straps..." By now I was bored out of my brain and had practically fallen asleep. This bastard was going to pay big time. "Look asswipe, either do your thing or get the fuck off me, I have homework to do!" I finally yelled out of impatience. The said asshole was still in his contemplation trance and was muttering under his breath about some gay magazine article he'd read. No wonder he had trouble getting laid. Snapping back to reality, he looked at me puzzled for awhile and then grinned evilly. "Do my thing eh?" I wanted to slap myself, me and my big big big stupid stupid....Oh God, he just stuck his tongue in my mouth! Clenching my eyes shut I tried to stop the heaving in my stomach. Noticing my sudden erratic gurgling the bastard had the decency to pull back and regard me with anxiety. "G..g...gg..ggerrrm..germs!" I hollered out between wheezing and coughing. "Oh, that, no problem..." He got off me, jogged merrily to my battered disinfectant, picked it up and sprayed himself with it like he would with deodorant. The smell of artificial peaches flooded the room and immediately my nerves calmed and I groaned with pleasure. I loved that smell. Then apathetically flinging my spray away he got back to business, straddling me with his muscled thighs and running his hands up and down my smooth torso. The fragrance of the disinfectant was driving me nuts, and soon I found myself humping my erection against his like a rabbit in heat. "So...you still don't think you are gay?" He softly whispered into my ear after he had ravaged my chest with his tongue. Damnnit, him and his fucking talking. What the hell was wrong with this guy!? "I am not fucking gay! I...I..." groan "I have a disinfectant..f..fe.fetish!" which was true. The idea of cleanliness really turned me on. "Oh really?" he smirked. God I wanted to get duct tape and seal that mouth of his. He lifted his hips off mine and I gasped as cold air rushed in to take its place. Getting onto his knees he shuffled forward until his crotch was directly above my face and slowly pulled out his massive pole from the top of his soaked briefs. It gleamed with precum, droplets of it constantly drooling down the sides as he swirled a casual finger tip along the angry red slit. I swear the fucking thing was smirking at me and I silently promised it a fate of eternal suffering and cleanliness. Goddamnit, I wanted to clean it up so bad, and I don't care with what...... I haven't taken my pills for way too long. "This turns you on, doesn't it princess?" it was more of a statement than a question but I felt the need to give him a reply anyways. "I think your balls are lopsided, you should go see a pee-wee doctor." He froze, then glowered at me. "Since you are so smart, why don't you be my urologist?" I opened my mouth to ask him how the hell he knew what a urologist was but before I could start, he had sat down hard on my face, pushing his oversized hairy balls into my mouth. "Oh God!" he grunted. I wanted to say something similar along those lines but I was having trouble breathing as it was already. Now, since kindergarten my teachers have praised what a talented tongue I had; state debating champion by year six and I could form over twenty different shapes with it. So it was no surprise to me, that just keeping my mouth open was enough to send him spewing precum like a leaking tap. Watching him groan, grunt and shake like a leaf suddenly had me feeling really uninhibited. I kept telling myself how gross it was to have his dirty privates in my mouth, but the sadist in me loved the sense of control I had over him. Experimentally, I flicked my tongue over his balls, tracing out a lazy figure eight. In response, he fell forward and wailed like a cheerleader. God that was fun. With a pop I expelled his sacks and attacked his rod. Oh yeah, I was going to clean it up just the way I had promised it. I don't think he had been prepared for that, because as soon as I had sucked it into my mouth he pulled out and got off the bed. At first I thought he was trying to calm down and not cum, but then I realised with a sinking feeling that he was going to phase two of his I'm-gonna-have-you-one-way-or-another plan. "Hell no!" I yelled and started struggling again. The bastard just continued to smirk at me with his fucking handsome face and fucking dick-normous pole as he slathered it up with copious amount of Vaseline. Then grabbing my hips he pulled me down the bed so that my arms were stretched painfully out above me and my knees were bent at almost ninety degrees. "You are mine princess," he growled as he slathered my hole with even more copious amounts of Vaseline. Pushing in a finger he roughly stretched me before his patience broke and he rammed himself into me. Even though I was already hyperventilating, when he breached the tight virgin ring of my anus I somehow found the breathe to call him every profane word on the English dictionary. "You..son of a bitch..you fucking..Oh fuck!" were my last words as pleasure overtook the pain and his ramming rod found my prostrate. For the first time in my life I found myself being turned on by sweat and the feel of someone else's breath on my neck. My heart was pounding a mile a second, his babbling and cussing only background noise to the incessant drumming in my ear. Okay, I admit it, I am gay. No woman had ever made me feel even CLOSE to this. Letting out a loud moan, I swirled my hips and tightened my ass around him. That did it for him. His strokes became erratic, hitting relentlessly upon my battered prostrate over and over again until my vision blacked out and my entire body shook like it was being electrocuted. I came so hard and long, by the time I had finished I simply feinted, remembering with faint horror the feel of his seed leaking out of my ass. It was around noon when I finally woke up. Still naked and with a ass that felt as if I had dunked it in acid. Disorientated, I sat up slowly and scanned the room, my gaze falling on a miserable looking bulk of muscle huddled at the side of my bed. "I'M the one that gets fucking raped, and YOU are the feeling bad!!?" I said angrily, voice rasping badly, no doubt from all my screaming and cussing the previous night. Raising a foot I kicked him in the back before hauling myself out of bed. Alarmed, he jumped up and followed me like a lost puppy as I gathered my toiletries. "You going to take a shower?" he asked in a sickening soft tone. God, I needed to find that hard metal surface. "No fuck Sherlock!" I yanked open the door with vengeance and slammed it in his face. "Babe?" came a soft sigh of a whisper. A chill ran down my spin as I slowly looked down to meet emerald green eyes and watch as perfectly manicured fingers trace a love heart on my lower abdomen. "I know how much you love my letters, but I just knew you'd love to see me more..." came the soft whisper again. God really really really does hate me. Impossible Love Ch. 03 For those who hope for some serious love, in this Chapter, Decarde amazingly learns to value Troy a bit more LOL. Also, character profile pics. included: all computer generated by moi. * * * * * Standing in front of my dorm room door butt naked with the bitch of my nightmares drawing love hearts on my stomach with her talons and dry cum itching up my insides, isn't really my idea of fun. Lost for words, I tried to recall her name. I had been referring to her as 'the bitch' for so long that I didn't even know what her name started with. "Uhh…hi…monkey drops," I finally drawled out. She giggled, grabbed my head and stuffed it into her voluptuous cleavage. I really admire her sometimes, there are few people on this Earth who find joy in being likened to the faeces of some hairy little primate. "Oh baby, I've missed you so much. How about we kick out your roomie and spend the weekend together?" moaned the bitch as she snuggled my face harder into her chest, ignoring the fact that I was suffocating. Taking a hold of her hands, I forcefully pried them from my hair and leant forward to smooch. The bitch was stronger then those Divas from WWE (World Wrestling Entertainment). Sometimes I wonder if perhaps she had something down there larger than a peanut. Even though I hated kissing and was internally gagging, I could at least breath and wasn't having holes clawed into my head. "Well well, I am SORRY to intrude, but visitors are not allowed in the dorms so please return to the school office!" came a thundering voice. I jerked up in shock but the bitch only tightened her hold on me, drawing blood with those goddamn manicured fingers. "Fuck off asshole, can't you see we are busy?!" She snarled back at Troy. I hardly recognised it as his voice, and I had the sudden urge to turn around and lick his face. I probably would have done just that if the bitch hadn't immediately resumed sticking her tongue down my mouth. With a roar that was halfway between a lions' and a boar's, Troy grabbed hold of the bitch and hauled her halfway to the right-side stairs. "Let go of me you asshole! How dare you lay your hands on me?" screeched the bitch, howling like a dying pig as she struggled to get out of Troy's iron grip. Luckily it was the weekend, so most of the guys were outside and the dorms were practically empty. So the screaming and swearing went relatively unnoticed except by some possible nerds that were still studying. Pulling out my small Pokemon towel from my toiletries bag, I leant against the hall wall, and tied it around my waist while admiring the way Troy's ass cheeks rolled around in his briefs. Yep, his ass looked better than the bitch's. The two of them had come to a stop at the end of the hall and were hollering at each other. Troy was mostly screaming 'Slut' and the bitch, 'Fucking fag'. I would have stayed to watch but my ass was killing me, and the thought of germs festering on my body was just much too unpleasant. Turning in the opposite direction I headed for the left-side stairs. Our room was in the middle of the hall so it didn't take me long. I was still pissed at Troy for sulking after raping me but the sound of him raging at the bitch made me happy. By the time I had finished my shower and returned to my room, the bitch had gone and Troy was sulking even worse. This time he was in his bed, covers pulled up around him so that he looked like a massive cocoon. I couldn't see his face, but I could tell by the way that the covers trembled slightly that he was either sobbing or on the verge of it. I normally don't give a crap about other people's emotional drama, but something in me melted. Maybe it was because the bastard looked so goddamned pitiful. "Hey asswipe.............dude…Troy…..comeon man what's up?" I asked, walking to his bed and taking a seat on it. On second thoughts, I jumped up, grabbed my disinfectant and gave his bed a good spray before resuming my position. Never underestimate the power of germs. A muffled wail was his reply as he burrowed further into his bed. I sighed and rubbed my temples, was he acting like a little girl because he was gay or because he was an idiot? Probably the latter since I'm gay and I don't wail. "Yo moron, what is it? Does your peewee hurt or something?" I tried again, my voice dripping with frustration and annoyance. His body stiffened and within a second the sheet came flying off to reveal a red faced Troy covered in claw marks. I got to put it down to the bitch, she really knew how to leave a good impression on someone. "Damn you Decarde! Damn you and your fucking slut to hell!" He screamed in my face, chest heaving as he did his best to spit the words at me. Then he looked up at the ceiling, blinked rapidly a few times and started bawling like a ten year old that just dropped his ice-cream. I contemplated getting a baseball bat and knocking him out, but then again he looked cute all snotty and teary eyed. Completely out of my mind, I bent over and pulled him into a hug. I regretted it as soon as I had done it, but Troy had already grabbed my shoulder blades and was in the process of wiping his face on my chest. Trying hard to keep my thoughts off germs, I rose a shaking hand and patted his heaving back awkwardly. It felt kind of nice and after awhile I found myself rubbing his back with both hands while he purred and nuzzled closer to me. It was so nice…so nice that I was going out of my mind with frustration. "You love her?" Troy suddenly whispered, breaking into my thoughts on different methods of castrating him. "Hmmm? Who?" I asked, not really connecting with the real world just yet. "The blonde chic you had your mouth all over." "Oh, that, nope." "Really?" "Yep." "Really?" "Yep, now shut the fuck up." Having had enough of his groaning and moaning and crying and snot, I got up and pushed him off me. My chest was slick with tears and other unknown watery substances, and my Pokémon towel had ridden dangerously low on my waist. His eyes widened as, in front of him, I whipped off my towel and started to clean my chest and stomach. Then, leaning forward, I gripped his chin and directed it at my cock. "Clean it up you bastard. I've got your snot on it," I demanded, voice deadly serious. I couldn't help but grin a little when he swallowed hard, eyes glued to his target. The heat from his tongue seared through me as he tentatively ran it up the side of my rod, stopping to rub his nose into my pubic hair when he reached the base. Inhaling my scent he looked up at me with those sky blue eyes and gave me a mischievous lopsided smile. The bastard had guts. I grabbed his short blonde hair and yanked it back hard. Then I lowered my face to his and said softly, "suck it asswipe." "Yeh princess, I'll suck it good," he moaned in reply, taking the opportunity to lunge in for a kiss. But I wasn't interested in kissing at the moment. I was so hard that it hurt. Straightening again I guided his face back to my crotch. This time he ditched the teasing shit and deep throated me in one go. Now by no means am I small, I'm at least 8 inches long and almost 2 across, so I was pleasantly surprised when I felt his nose buried in my pubic hair. I cried out. Voice lowered to a baritone as my hips smacked against his lips in a rapidly growing pace. His fingers had dug themselves hard into my ass cheeks as his tongue worked its magic on me. Never in my life had I been able to enjoy a blowjob with so much abandonment. Looking down with glazed eyes, I watched as his saliva drooled down his chin. His eyes were also fogged with passion and his monster cock had already created a wet patch on his tight briefs. He was moaning, causing his throat to vibrate unbearably tightly along my length. Sweat melding with sweat, body with body and cries with cries, my mind went into overdrive along with my cock. My abbs rippled as my entire form tensed with a painfully long orgasm. "Ahhhh, God yes!" I hissed as I slammed Troy's head down my pole one last time, holding it to my navel until my cum had started to leak out from the corners of his mouth. Finally letting him pull off, I collapsed onto his bed and pulled the covers on top of me. I was suddenly very tired. "Umm…princess?" came a little voice, tugging at my sleep heavy mind. "What?" I asked, impatient to get rid of the little voice and go to sweet oblivion. "What about me?" I snorted. Cracking open a eye I glared at Troy. "What are your hands for moron?" and with that I turned away from him and nuzzled into the warmth of the blankets. "You selfish little..!" echoed in my mind as I promptly shut off started having a wonderful dream about buying disinfectant. Impossible Love Ch. 04 Good relationships are ..good but dysfunctional relationships with a lot of angst and stuporousness is better :) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sunlight clawed at my eyelids and my left leg burned with pins and needles. Raising a hand to try and block out the blinding light, I slowly moaned my way to a awkward sitting position. Something really heavy was cutting off all the blood circulation to my leg and I couldn't shift it off. Sighing, I waited a few seconds for my eyes to adjust before exploring the cause of my pain. Troy was sprawled on the floor beside the bed with one leg under my covers and resting like lead on my leg. The bastard had probably tried to sleep with me, but my subconscious had landed him on the floor. Straining my neck to look at my bedside clock on the other side of the room I mentally rolled my eyes in exasperation. "Hey asswipe, its five, football training!" Troy muttered something under his breath before raising a drunken hand to scratch idly at his privates. I waited patiently a few minutes but his hand was just not progressing anywhere else and drool was starting to form on the side of his mouth. "For crying out loud, at least get your log off me!" I yelled, gripping his leg with both hands and making a unsuccessful attempt at hauling him off me. "Ahhhhh...yeh Princess...yeh....just like that....Ooooooooo!" What had started off as a scratch was becoming more of a massage. "Fuck yeh.....you are my Princess, my...my...ahhhhhh yeh move like that!" Realising that I wasn't going get my leg out anytime soon I rested my chin on my hand and watched with amusement as Troy humped his hand and his lips smooch the air. I was surprised he could get it up, looking at all the dried crusty cum on his chest it seems as if he had already done more than enough the night before. "Fucking sex maniac," I muttered under my breath as I watched ropes after ropes of cum shoot from his massive rod. Suddenly Troy's eyes snapped open. One blue eye noted my displeased face and he groaned, large hands rising to cover his burning face and wipe away his drool. "Okay sunshine, you've done your business now get off me," I said flatly, tapping his golden furred knee with a impatient finger. Immediately, his leg came off and I limped my way back to my side of the room. I could feel his burning gaze on my naked arse as I shuffled about, gathering my toiletries as per usual. "So ummm, you want me to take care of that?" came a soft hopeful whisper. Turning around I raised an eyebrow. Troy's eyes had gone directly from arse to cock, I wonder if the bastard even knew what my face looked like. Following his gaze to my proud straining tool, I regarded it thoughtfully. Then slowly, I ran my hands up my thighs and watched with a hint of glee but mostly disdain as Troy's eyes turned into two large saucers. The bastard really was a fucking sex maniac. "Some other time maybe," I replied and with that, I stepped out of the room and shut the door to muffle any protest. Sure I would have loved a little attention down there, but somehow, the thought of Troy lusting after my body felt much better. For the first time in a long while I had a shit eating grin pasted onto my face as I half skipped to the showers. Pissing off Troy coupled with healthy morning cleaning rituals makes me feel a-okay. Preoccupied with thinking up other ways to torture Troy, I didn't realise that the showers were occupied until the stench of sweaty bodies and loud rock music smashed into me and deflated my morning wood like a 10 tonne trailer. Immediately I turned to leave but before I could a large hairy arm snaked its way around my shoulders and pulled me against a equally large and hairy chest. "Hey Dec, aren't you going to take a shower?" came a rumbling voice. Swivelling my head to a painful angle I looked over my shoulder and caught a glimpse of blue streaked hair. Damnit, there was only one person in the school with hair like that, Alex King. Built like a Greek God and with a fighting fist to match, Alex, or better known as King, was the school bully. "Uhhh I just realised that I forgot my towel, I need to go get it," I lied, hoping against hope that the brute would leave me alone. "Awwwww really lil'bro..?" Feeling the hairy arm leave my shoulders I sighed with relief and acted to leave but a disturbingly warm and sweat soaked towel was dunked on my head. "That's okay though, you can use mine!" Mouth opening and closing like a goldfish I was battling with the decision of whether to vomit or feint. Choosing neither because I didn't want to get beaten up, I managed a choked thanks and with shaking fingers, removed the towel from my head and held it gingerly in one hand. I really didn't know what made me feel more nervous. The germs on his towel or the fact that the guy who sent the Physics teacher to hospital last semester looking like a pretzel was beaming at me like a five year old. Just when I thought things couldn't get any worse, the room became flooded with naked, withering, sweating and panting male bodies. If I was a normal gay person, sure this could be heaven, but I'm not and I fucking want out. What made it more f-ing un-awesomeable was that every person who saw me felt the indecent and unnecessary need to physically touch me in greeting. "Hey Dec!" a pat on the shoulder. "Yo Deccy!" a pat on the back. "Decarde," a handshake. "Sweet cheeks!" a grope of the privates. Fucking retard. Squeezing my way to the far corner of the room, I closed my eyes and wheezed quietly to myself. The exit was only about seven meters and ten bodies away, I just needed to gather my nerves and I'd be free in no time. It's times like this that proves God is inherently sadistic. Suddenly I felt heavy breathing down my neck. Large rough hands gripped my arse cheeks and a warm tongue travelled slowly up my right shoulder. 'Since I'm lending you my towel, how about you lend me a little of your time Dec?" my molester whispered tantalisingly in my ear once his tongue had finished sliming up my back. With both hands against the wall I tired to push him off, but only succeeded in slipping and banging my knee painfully against the change room bench. "Get the fuck off me faggot!" I sneered through clenched teeth. The guy next to me knew what was happening but did the best he could to ignore it. Nobody wanted the attention King in this school. As a new student I had been given the delight of hearing all the horror stories of Alex's victims which ranged from utter humiliation to utter mutilation. "Comeon cupcake, I'll make you feel good," continued Alex, a hand leaving my arse and slithering between my legs to grip my balls. Letting out a yelp I unconsciously leant back against his chest, my body remembering all too regretfully Troy's offer earlier in the morning. But it didn't feel right, even though I was getting hard in his expert hand it felt really fucked up because I kept imagining that the molten hard flesh sliding between my cheeks was Troy's. "uhhhhhhhh Alex?" "Yeh babe?" "I..I...need..need.." I gasped between breathes. "You need what babe? Want my big cock up your tight arse yeh?" "I need..need..." Fuck my mind was going insane. I wanna castrate Troy. "Yeh cupcake say it for me." He groaned, attacking my arse crack with his slippery cock more aggressively. "I...I...I...................needa take a shit." I stated rather monotonously after a few heavy gulps of air. Alex's body froze against mine for a split second and then rocketed with vibrations as he burst into uncontrollable laughter. Stepping back he regarded me with teary eyes and a wide grin, "That is the fucking most unsexiest thing anybody has ever said to me!" Still laughing he slumped against the bench next to me to calm himself down. Strangely, I felt rather offended by his comment. "For your big fat information, there are people who would die to watch me in the toilet!" Now why the fuck did I say that for? My retaliation sent him into a new wave of laughing and snorting. His boner bounced around on his abbs like a jack-in-the-box as he hollered in glee. Such a big fucking retarded bastard, how the fuck did he manage to get such a badass reputation? Pissed and most definitely annoyed, I straightened up and headed towards the exit. While Alex had been trying to rape me the room had conveniently cleared itself with most of the guys either cowering back in their rooms or in the shower with the music turned up extra loud. "Hope you choke on your own breathe," I growled as I angrily swung open the change room door and stormed back towards my room. I was so pissed I didn't even care that I didn't take my morning shower. You can rape me, kill me, or even sell me off to Ethiopia as a foot washer but NOBODY stomps on my sex-appeal. Back in my room I noted Troy's absence with further aggravation. The asswipe was never there when I needed him. Grabbing his pillow from his bed I gave it a few good punches before heading off to class. And so it was like this that I simmered angrily and filthily in my seat throughout the day, burning agonising holes into the backs of Alex and Troy with my laser vision. Both hulking forms sat in the row in front of me, taunting me with their wide backs and heaving shoulders. Both had been moved to the front row a few days ago, much to my peaking frustration, by the homeroom teacher in hopes of increasing their 'attention spans'. Fucking lot the move did. All that is achieved was blocking the view of the blackboard for the other rows and reducing the teacher to a whimpering mess. With his feet up on the table, Alex would crack his knuckles every once in a while and throw a spit ball at the teacher. Troy on the other hand seemed genuinely interested in taking notes but his head would snap back to look at me every three minutes and glare at the guys sitting next to me. The fucking hebetudinous asswipe. Therefore when the day finally ended I was in a murderous and heinous state of mind. My vision was literally tainted with red and for god knows what reason, I was incredibly turned on. In other words, I wanted revenge sex. As soon as the last bell rang I shot out of my seat and headed towards Troy. Throwing my school bag at him I leant back and folded my arms before stating, "I am taking you up on your morning offer." Troy froze, dazed for a moment and then his eyes bugged out of his head when realisation dawned on him. Through my peripheral vision I noted with glee a similar response from King. That's right you fucking retard, start regretting. Then leaning forward and trapping Troy in his seat I gave him my 'come-hither' look before winking and strutting out the room like a slut in her favourite lingerie. I'll show that majestic twerp who holds the leash to the biggest dick in this school. Suddenly the sound of clashing metal brought me out of my happy world. Turning around I observed a dishevelled Troy trying to untangle himself from his desk -- my bag around his neck, his bag around a leg and a chair somewhere in between. The biggest dick indeed. Sighing, I turned back around and strode back to my room stiffly, all the while using my sheer force of will to ignore the stumbling fool behind me. If I tried really hard to believe that he didn't exist, maybe other people will believe so too. Impossible Love (You & Me) Editing by NiteJunky This chapter is written by my dream girl, CT, in response to my previous story. She agreed to letting me post the story after reading the edits I made. This is her first publication. * We're in a luxurious hotel. It's just you and me. We went on a vacation together. We're finally going to get some time alone. When we got to the hotel I went straight to bed to take a nap, I was feeling tired. But you, you weren't tired for some reason. When I woke up, you weren't in the room, it was pretty late. I called you on your cellphone and you've told me that you were at the bar of the hotel. I showered and got dressed to go and meet you at the bar. On my way to the bar, in the elevator, there was this guy that kept staring at my cleavage and didn't care that I caught him staring. With a seductive smile on my face I said, "Do you like what you see?" While still staring at my boobs he replied, "Yes, I do." If a random stranger gets this reaction from me wearing this dress, I wonder what my lover would think. I get to the bar and I see you there sitting alone on a bar stole and having a drink. Just by seeing you my heart starts to beat faster and faster. I come up behind you to surprise you. I give you a kiss on your lips. Those lips of yours, they drive me crazy. Without saying anything you admire my look. I'm dressed in a short black dress, high heels on, curled my long black shiny hair, put on make up. You pull me closer to you as you whisper in my ear, "Baby, the things I want to do to you right now" Your words send shivers down my spine. While pass my tongue on your earlobe I reply, "What are you waiting for?" I know you're excited for me. But I decide to tease you a little bit. So we stay longer at the bar have a few drinks. I'm feeling tipsy and horny. Super horny. If it were for me we could fuck at the bar. I tell you, "Let's go!" Without hesitating you stand up and we're going to the elevator. On the way you're touching my body and we're kissing passionately. With a seductive smile on my pretty face I say, "Oh baby, I want you so bad. I want to feel you in me. I want you to fuck me like your dirty little slut." The door opens up and luckily for us it's empty even though by this point we wouldn't care who sees or not. We keep kissing and you slowly start to move your hand down as you reach my pussy. With a soft sexy voice you say to me, "Ahh, baby you're so wet." I reply, "You have this effect on me." We stop kissing as you're holding my face with one hand and we're staring in each others eyes. We're on our floor, the elevator door opens as we run like teenagers holding hands straight to our room. We quickly close the door of our room behind us and start to kiss passionately and touching each other. I unbutton your shirt without leaving your lips. "I am crazy about you baby," I whisper while I slide my hands down to your hard rock cock. I'm anxious to take it out and suck it. We get to the bed as I push you towards the bed and you fall on your back and giving me this sexy smile. I unzip your pants as you help me to take it off. To my surprise you're not wearing any underwear which for me is extremely sexy. Your hard cock is inches away from my face. But I'm going to tease you a little bit first. I love your muscular toned body. I start by letting my hands run down your chest as I kiss it all over going down to your abdomen. I lick and kiss all over your abs. I ask you, "Do you like it?" "Yes, don't stop," you reply. I keep going, I reach your member and I grab your cock shaft, kiss it all over and start to lick its head, which by now is dripping pre cum, which I lick with much enthusiasm. I position my mouth around your cock and slowly let it slide in my mouth and start to suck. You move and groan. "Oh baby, your dick is so delicious," I moan with your dick still in my mouth. I push your dick deeper in my mouth I know you like it when I take it deep in my mouth. I take it out and lick all over the shaft and around the head. I take the head of your penis hold it and position my tongue on your pee hole and start to move my tongue on it. You move again. I put your dick back in my mouth and start sucking hard. More deep throats. While your dick is in my mouth I play with my tongue around your shaft and penis head as you push my head further down with your hands so that your cock can go all the way down and you make me gag. I take your penis out. I stop sucking. I don't want you to cum yet. "Now it's my turn to pleasure you," you tell me. You get up and this time and you start to unzip my dress. Leaving my black heels on, you ask me to stand up so that you can admire my tight ass and my cleavage. I'm wearing a black tong and a black see through bra. You slowly take off my tong as your kissing my body all over and then you take off my bra and let my boobs out. You immediately grab them and start to suck on them. I immediately start to moan. "Ahh, this feels amazing don't stop please," I beg. You're now sucking them harder and I can almost cum by just having you suck my boobs. You slowly push me on the bed so that you can be on top of me. You're on me and still playing with my boobs. I can't keep still and I keep moaning. You start kissing and licking between my boobs going down to my belly. I'm about to lose my mind. Almost out of breath I say, "I want you to eat my pussy, please baby." I open my legs as far as i can. Your face is just inches away from my shaved pussy. You start to lick my dripping cunt. "Your pussy tastes so sweet," you tell me. "Pass your tongue on my clit and suck it," I command you while you are driving me crazy making me moan harder. You insert your tongue in my pussy and it feels amazing. Then you slide a finger in my pussy and suck my clit while you're going in and out with your finger. But one finger isn't enough. "Two fingers baby," I ask you. You do as you are told and by this time I'm drowning in pleasure and it doesn't take long for me cum hard, drowning your face in my juices. My body goes out of control. The most intense orgasm I've ever had. "That's it, I want you in me. Fuck me right now," I almost scream at you. "You don't have to ask twice," you reply while getting up and positioning your penis on my pussy in missionary style. Forcefully you ask me, "How bad do you want it sexy?" I reply, "Please baby i want it now. Give it to me!" You slowly insert your penis in my by then dripping pussy and I take a deep breath and moan as you push forward deep inside me. My eyes are closed and I'm biting my lips and just enjoying this amazing feeling of having you in me. I plead, "Baby fuck me. I'm yours tonight, completely yours." You start to slowly thrust in me and you pick up the pace and start going harder. I'm moaning uncontrollably this feeling is just too good to be true. "Yes baby give it to me, fuck me hard fuck yesssss ahhh don't stop, you're amazing," I am encouraging you. You kiss me on my lips and tell me how good my warm, wet and tight my pussy feels. I beg you, "Fuck me doggy baby, I want you to fuck me from behind." You stop and we position ourselves into doggy style. You slide your dick in my pussy and I scream of pleasure, "Spank me and tell me what an amazing view you have right now." "I love your tight ass babe," you reply. As you're fucking me from behind I start to play with my clit. "Fuck the shit out of me, I'm your slut, your fucking whore. Abuse my pussy, it's all yours," I am saying loudly. I'm in heaven and I can feel that my orgasm is coming closer. I shout, "I'm gonna cummm!" You grab my hair and fuck me harder and the feeling intensifies as I cum on your cock and you feel my pussy clenching on your cock squeezing it. You can't hold it any longer and you cum as well. Filling my pussy with your warm juice. As we both start to recover from our orgasms. You take your dick out and we both fall on the bed tired and we kiss each other passionately and fall asleep in each others arms. This is my wet dream reply to yours, Nitejunky. Your CT forever XOXO Impossible Lover Welcome to my third Audio Experience for Women Only! Directed Erotic Visualisation is an autosuggestion protocol that promotes relaxation, feelings of being desired and general wellbeing as well as sexual tension that in many women will produce one or more fulfilling orgasm. The Technique which has been developed in a live interactive format is very successful. My first two pre recorded posts of beta experiences on Literotica have been viewed by more than 70,000 and the public and private feedback has been greatly encouraging and very helpful. I have refreshed, extended and remixed the first two Audio Experiences and they are now available through my website for download. There is more information there on the future availability of Enhanced DEV experiences. In collaboration with the incomparable WickedVoyce there is also an Audio Experience for Men Only posted on Literotica, in response to the several pleas of 'Me too'. For now DEV concentrates on Het scenarios; Gay Experiences can be developed if the demand is sufficient, get in touch! This is a much longer and involving Experience and there is a Text, 'Impossible Lover', to go with it. Please note the text is in a story format and relates to the development of DEV, it is not a 'Script' of the audio. Read it, listen to the Audio and let me know your thoughts. My e-mail is smotp@aol.com and I promise to respond to all messages where a return address is given. Thanks to all those who have already contacted me or just left comments, you have contributed to the further development of DEV which I hope you enjoy! It may help to download the file first and use your PC Media Player Right click on the link and select the save as or save object as option. If you have a weird browser contact me and I will get a copy to you. Play it back when you are comfortable and relaxed in your 'private place'. You should listen somewhere comfortable and where you will not be disturbed. Practice the breathing and relaxation technique before listening to the Experience; Breathe in as you count to 3 and hold for 3, then let your breath out as you count to 3 and hold for 3 before repeating the cycle. Each time feel a little more relaxed and focus on recalling your best orgasm! Relax and get comfortable, play the Imp Lov 1. MP3 sound file and feel the sensations as the voice relaxes you and describes them. Be prepared to immerse yourself in the audio and see for yourself how it helps you visualise and actually experience the sensations of penetration and slow stroking intercourse. Feel the sensations of tension, pressure and internal contractions; feel the orgasms build and grow until you eventually cum. There should be no need to touch yourself, but hey, do what you feel! You may need to listen a few times to get the full effects. My contact details and Web site address are available through my profile page and I really would like you to feed back and let me know how it was for you. Any comments as to the nature of the production of the audio experience are also very welcome. I hope you enjoy my whispering in your ear and bringing you to pleasure! Smotp * * * * * Click Here to listen. (19 min/mp3) * * * * * Impossible Lover By Smotp© "God. Impossible!" Joy gasped. She lay trembling on her bed in the dark, the cell phone now silent on the damp and crumpled sheets. With limp fingers she plucked the earpiece from her ear and lay still, the aftershocks of multiple orgasms still wracking her shuddering body. Her nightdress was crumpled around her chest above her breasts, uncomfortable under her back and the cooling sweat chill on her naked skin. Under her the sheets were sodden with her cum, the flood of liquid drawn forth from her by his chocolate tones. "Every time, it never fails. It's just not possible," she was breathing heavily still; the 'warm down' of his last words only recovering her from the brink of blackout and hyperventilation, doing nothing to relax her from the tension of the arching, screaming, agony and ecstasy of his long distance lovemaking. How can he do it? She thought, easing herself upright on the bed and swinging her feet to the floor. I feel him moving inside me, every vein and ridge of him, stretching me. Her muscles and tendons ached from the passion of the past two hours of intense pleasure. She had lost track of time as orgasm piled on orgasm and her screams and moans blurred into near frenzy beyond her control. "Ow!" she flinched, "I'm sore." The crumpled sheets dragging across her bottom had caused the stinging of her skin to register where he said the cane would strike. "I can feel where he thrashed me." Pulling her nightdress down over sore nipples, bitten by his invisible teeth in the throes of their passion, Joy sat on the edge of the bed thinking back over the few weeks since the very first e-mail she sent him. ****** It was the writing that attracted her. Sensuous, descriptive erotic prose, that got her hot and wet. She read his stories on a free website, where amateur writers posted their work and readers got to vote and make comments. The invitation at the end of his stories had tempted her: 'I try to answer every comment with a valid e-mail address, please let me know what you think?' It had nagged at her. She wanted to tell him she loved what he wrote, tell him his words made her feel good. She wanted to ask him about his stories and about why he wrote them. "I loved your story, it was exciting, thank you," was all she wrote and sent to the feedback address. His reply made her tremble. "Thank you so much for your interest I am glad you enjoyed it. What did you like the most about it and the least, what would you change?" He asked her opinion. Not many people bothered to ask her what she thought. She was just Joy, good old Joy, invisible Joy. This person whose words made her womb ache and her pussy get wet wanted to know what she thought of his writing. This was impossible. People just didn't ask her opinion. She took her courage and poured it into a reply. Bold language unusually so for her; that was okay because he was not a real person just some words on her screen. She described her fantasies and her desires, things she had never told anyone else. Things she had read about in other books and stories, things that made her excited but never dreamt would be hers to experience. It was okay though, he was half a world away, she was safe, wasn't she? Her e-mails were very frank, she had never ever shared such deeply private thoughts or her emotions with anyone, nor even her husband. Their correspondence went on for some time and she took to calling him Sir and he called her My Dear it made her feel like a little girl again, he seemed so worldly compared to her. ***** From: Joyseeker@XX To: Sir@XX Subject: Re Fantasies Good Morning Sir The issue of bondage: My partner and I have talked about it and have even gone so far as to tie my wrists together with one of my scarves. How to describe the feeling of helplessness? It's exciting and scary at the same time. I new he wouldn't hurt me but I also knew that I was giving him complete control over me. I think I'm a closet submissive. I like the thought of my man calling the shots. We have even discussed me being blindfolded, so I wouldn't know what he was going to do to me (that idea made me wet). I like the idea of surrendering my will to his. Letting him take control and do whatever (within reason) to me. The surrendering is what turns me on about bondage. Thoughts of being tied naked to an old fashioned four poster bed, vulnerable to whatever a "Dom" might want to do to me, makes me excited; allowing them access to all of me, my breasts, nipples and my exposed pussy. I imagined a Dom would "talk" to me in a firm and commanding voice. He would tell me of his likes and dislikes. He would run his hands slowly up and down my legs massaging them with oil. As he moved to my pussy, he would spread my lips and run one or two fingers up and down to feel how excited I was. He might tell me what a naughty wench I was and that he was going to punish me. Tell me how he was going to keep me excited without letting me cum (now that would be punishment). Yours if you will Joy ****** Joy undressed in the bathroom and adjusted the shower to a soft warm rain that caressed her skin. She used a soft sponge and fragrant gel to lather away the excesses of her passion and recalled how they had swapped fragments of story ideas. How he encouraged her and she grew more inventive until their e-mail exchanges were too slow for her. She wanted more, to be spontaneous and have him react to her. So she asked if he would Instant Message her. That first time had been so intense. Soaping her breasts and stomach she whispered to herself. "Got sooo wet." Joy remembered how his words had flowed across the screen, evocative and exciting like his stories. He had lead her down the road to an orgasm just through their Instant Messenger exchanges. The other times were just as good. Then there was an opportunity to go one step further and it escalated from words on a screen. ****** Transcript of Instant Message session # X Joyseeker: Good Evening Sir. I was hoping you would come on-line. Sir: Hello My Dear. I was sleepless and thinking of you. Joyseeker: I thought about you today too. Sir: Yes I saw! Your e-mail was extremely hot. Joyseeker: I told you I am mischievous. Sir: You had my cock so hard that I literally could not get up from my desk. Joyseeker: Oh my, I wish I could have been there to take care of it. Would you have liked that? Sir: I can not think of anything better than to have you on your knees before me, my cock between your lips with you looking up into my eyes. Joyseeker: Me kneeling between your legs, sucking your cock deep into my mouth and throat, while you try to work. Sir: I keep trying not to look for your e-mails but I find it difficult not to. You told me you do not like the sensation of seed in your mouth so where would you have liked me to cum? Joyseeker: I would be naked from the waist up and you would cum on my breasts, then you would rub your cum on my lips and make me taste you. No matter how much I squirm don't take no from me. I want to be taken, even a little roughly. I want to pleasure you. You're tall and I'm petite, it would be very interesting how we would fit. Sir: No matter I am very hard and you are there under me I slowly ease myself into your ass and say... Sir: Take me slave. All of me, now I am going to make you feel it this time, make you feel my cock as I fuck you! Joyseeker: Yes Sir, but you are so thick. Please I beg go slowly. I want to take all of you deep inside of me. Sir: With those last words I would push hard into you and you would stifle your scream. My hands on your shoulders are pressing you to my office desk as I slide all myself into you and hold. Joyseeker: I am noisy or so I've been told. Sir: Your whimpering is pitiful as the pain of my thrusts makes you have a tear in your eye Joyseeker: The pleasure/pain would be wonderful. Sir: I gag you with my hand and pull your head up so that your back is arched under me as I am now penetrating you very deeply. You can feel my thighs move against yours as we mate and you are clenching me inside you, feel the pressure on you pussy walls. Joyseeker: I can only imagine how good that would feel. I'm playing with my nipples, which ache; I wish you could be sucking on them. You have no idea how wet I am right this minute. I want your cum. Sir: Then you shall have it! I am nearly there and thrusting so hard that I am making you gasp and grunt as the force beats air from your lungs. One last thrust and I am so deep into you that you can feel my balls against your pussy and the pulsation of my cock as the sperm floods into you. Joyseeker: Yes, the force of your thrusts feels so good. Knowing I am giving you pleasure. Thank you. That was wonderful. Sir: I have not finished with you yet you have not cum! Joyseeker: I am so hot and excited. Your words have made me cum. Sir: Then I am satisfied. Joyseeker: I've never been this wet before. There is a wet spot on my chair. Sir: I want to taste your honey My Sweet, lick your juices and drink them to trickle down my throat. What do they taste like My Dear? Joyseeker: Peppery and salty too. My juice is clear to look at. Sir: Ahhh. I thought you would taste spicy. Then I will suck you dry with my tongue moving along your labia and dipping into you to drink them. Joyseeker: You have no idea how much I would like that. Now I really wish we could meet. Did you think we would have this "cyber" relationship when we started emailing each other: You make me feel safe and free at the same time. I would be willing to try anything you ask. Our talks are liberating to me. Your words excite and give me pleasure. Sir: For now I am with you in your mind and you are in mine. That is as deeply in each other as many couple would ever wish to achieve? Joyseeker: You make me feel special. To hear your voice would be something. Sir: It has crossed my mind to phone you but I thought that would be too much for you? Joyseeker: I know you would make me melt. Yes, I like that idea. Can you call a cell phone from where you are? Sir: I can try. Joyseeker: here goes, my cell phone number is 1-52X-37X-5555. Joyseeker: remember the time difference. Sir: Well we have something to look forward to. I suggest we arrange a time. I will need to think about that carefully so as to be able to speak uninterrupted. I will e-mail a time. Joyseeker: I'm glad you came on-line tonight. I'll be looking for your email. Good Night My Dear Sir. Sir: Good night My Dear Joy we will 'talk' again and perhaps I shall also hear your voice before too long. Joyseeker: Bye ****** The phone the other end was ringing, the ring tone just a little strange to his ear. Calling overseas was like that. Some countries sounded like their phone networks were still steam powered. Calling the US was, well it was just strange. The tense anticipation felt like the proverbial iron butterfly, tramping up and down his spine and dancing in his stomach. Would she pick up the phone? What would she say? This was all so new to him, he had never felt such power over another, she was his first sub. The cell phone rang again and the tension was now so tight in his gut that he wanted to hang up, throw up, stop this foolishness. "Hello?" A woman's voice, cautious, uncertain, hopeful sounded distantly in his ear. "My Dear Joy, how good to hear your sweet voice at last," he said and it was. "Oh my! Oh goodness me. Ah. Ah you called, it's you. Your there." Her voice was breathless and flustered her breathing erratic and she sounded as though she was hyperventilating. "Calm down Joy, breathe. Relax. It's strange to be talking to you at last." "Oh my, I've never done this sort of thing before." "Relax, take it easy. We're just talking on the phone." "I know but you're real, not just my imagination." "I should hope so!" The sensation of talking, a human voice responding, two-way dialogue in place of fumbling excited fingers mistyping words, was exhilarating, intoxicating, arousing. The reactions were real time and there were the added dimensions of pitch, intonation and best of all the breathing and the sensually inarticulate sounds of her pleasure. He reflected on the experiences he had now had, how Cybersex requires a very active imagination and ties one to the keyboard. Phone sex needs less imagination and liberates one from the tyranny of the written word, removes the awkwardness of fumbling fingers that misspell. It has everything but physical touch, he thought. But he had an idea to overcome that limitation too. He asked her to get comfortable and relax. Then it began, hours of pure safe pleasure, orgasm after orgasm. He felt potent and powerful as their long distance experiences grew ever more incredible and she grew ever more adventurous. Their roles of Dominant and Submissive became more defined. She now called him Master and he called her his Slave, they thought of each other as mates and explored each others deepest fantasies, unlocking dark recesses that neither had known they had. ****** Transcript of Experience # XX from his notes. "What are you wearing Joy?" "Dark slacks, one of my new, low cut tops and a new cream lace bra that gives me a cleavage Master." "Good, well done my dear little Slave. Now your hands are my hands and I need you to be nude. Undress my dear and lie on the bed with your legs and arms spread wide." "Yes Master." He heard the sounds of breathing and movement, then, "I'm naked Master as you said." "Just relax and breathe deeply; all your sensations inside and out are heightened. You will feel everything with three fold intensity." His voice was calm, measured and reassuring. "Feel comfortable and safe, warm and relaxed. The tingling all over your body flows along your nerves to a glowing ball of sensual, sexual sensation in your centre, your core, your womb." "Uhh!" "Relax Joy, breathe in and out. You are not to cum yet." "As we count down together that sensation of erotic pleasure will grow, the glowing ball in your core will become brighter and warmer, not burning but the sensation of approaching orgasm will become stronger." "Oh Sir." "Relax, breathe. You are not cumming, not yet. As we count down together the sensation of approaching orgasm will grow, become stronger until we reach 1 and you will feel as though you are about to cum. The feeling will remain at that level, on the brink of cumming but no more. All your senses will feel every sensation much more strongly but you are not cumming yet. 20, 19 ....3, 2, 1 feel the sensual pressure throughout your body and listen to my voice." "Ooh it feels sooo good." "Hold the sensation Joy, listen to my voice." His voice changed, became more commanding. "I am standing by the bed and I lean over to kiss you, my mouth covering yours, my soft lips parting yours and my tongue probing between to swirl around the base of your tongue." "Mmnh." "I am going to blind fold you Joy. I have a leather blindfold and I slide my hand under your head to snap it around your eyes. Your eyes are heavy, unable to open with the cool leather pressing on your eyelids. You are naked, spread on the bed and unable to see what I am doing or about to do to you Joy." "Ohhh my." "I take firm hold of your left wrist and pull it above your shoulder. I kiss your wrist and wrap the coarse rope around it, twisting it tight. Feel the rope bite as I twist it tight and pull, wrapping the end around the bedpost, stretching your arm taut." "Unghh Sir!" "Now the other, feel the bite and tension, feel the pain in your shoulders as I pull the ropes tight. Does that hurt?" "A little Sir, yes" "Then I shall pull them a little tighter!" "Ungh, it hurts Sir!" "Good. I am holding a leather flogger, with a bound handle a foot long and as thick as a police nightstick, it would stretch you as it slid into you. Each of the flat leather thongs is tipped with a knot that will sting as it strikes you." "Nooo." "Listen to my voice and feel all the sensations I describe. When you hear my voice speak the word 'swish' you will feel the sensation of the flogger striking the part of your body I name and each knot will sting and leave a mark." "Ohhh God." "Your thighs; swish." "Ohhhoww, nooo." "Your stomach: swish." "Ohh Ohh God." ... elements of the experience omitted ... Session timed at 89 minutes. ****** Impossible Lover Joy dried herself with the warm soft towel and sat gingerly on the bed, her bottom and thighs felt tender and her pussy was really sore, the internal ache made it seem that he was still inside her. Impossible, he had never touched her and was probably even now going about his day across the other side of the planet. She felt especially satisfied when he used the cane, she knew he liked it and she loved to please him, he was always generous with her orgasms afterwards, her reward. She felt it unfair that she would have so much pleasure but he said it was his pleasure to give pleasure. Joy was not going to complain, there were times when he made her feel so much ecstasy it was as though she was flying apart into a million tiny pieces! She thought about how the experiences they shared had become longer and more intense. The first time he had caused her to cum for a whole minute, orgasm piling on top of orgasm, each aftershock blending into a new spasm stronger than the last, she had burst into tears, sobbing and desperate to catch her breath. "Are you OK? Did I hurt you?" he had said. "No. No I'm OK." "But you're crying." "Tears of happiness, Master, nothing more," she had explained, the simple words belying the powerful emotions he had drawn from her. Joy settled down between the covers to sleep, knowing that in the morning, as she woke he would be there, in her mind. She would experience the very real sensation of his arms around her, his mouth on her neck, ears and cheek. She would feel him, thick and hard inside her moving slowly stroking her towards a gentle orgasm. "To start your day with a smile," he said. Joy closed her eyes and smiled. ***** Author's end notes: I will let you decide if the above is fact or fiction, I know what DEV can do, try it for yourself and then decide. I appreciate all feedback. It is worth noting that only around one third of listeners actually cum, most find the experiences relaxing and highly erotic. So just lie back and enjoy the ride! Regards and thanks to you all. Checkout my website for more information.