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Darker

By: d4rk4ngel



Crackling, sizzling, booming, pouring through the air, there was little doubt that there was something going on, something neither one could have predicted or accounted for, let alone understood. And they stood there like dragons, breathing and snarling as though it was the others' fault. They both knew better, but that changed little. Breathing fire, they circled each other watching, waiting for whatever might come next, knowing whatever it was could ultimately destroy them; caring not. 

As the energy arced across the sky, they began to move, abandoning logic and all that they had stood for previously. And they moved thus, ever wary, watching each other carefully, longing for the inevitable, and staving it off in favor of the dance. Hunger pounded through their veins but no one and nothing could sate this hunger. It was consuming, this blaze, and it meant to devour them, but it couldn't have conceived of the power each possessed. And so they circled. Each waiting for the other to make themselves vulnerable. Waiting for a weakness, a soft spot, something to lead them into the darkness they both craved and denied. To those who could see, the dance was moot. Those strong enough could see the dance would merely intensify what lie ahead. The denial is what would eventually do them in, take them hostage. To those who couldn't see, who were not in possession of that strength, nothing was amiss. Everything was as it should be. All was right with the world. But to the few who held that power, everything lie in the balance. 

If she lunged first, but did so with any hesitation or doubt, she would be beaten. If he reacted slowly or with fear, he would be devoured by her need. She was unaccustomed to the hunger; it was strange and unfamiliar to her, but he knew of it. He knew that eventually he would confront it, but even so, the depth and depravity of it shocked him. Nothing could have prepared him; yet he was ready. He had prepared for an eternity and while he had misjudged the hunger, he had always carried the appetite. He could taste her; even now, even through her fight, he could taste her. He knew her scent, her sound. He knew how it would be for them. And that knowledge should have calmed the beast within, should have quelled the hunger but it did not. He still felt a desperation to have it done. To feel her heat, her need. He wanted to drive that need to a fever pitch so that it thrummed throughout her being, leaving no part of her untouched. 

As fate would have it, she felt his call, became aware of his hunger, and it unsettled her, left her naked and open to his attack; and attack he did. Within her vulnerability, she was awakened to her want, and he lifted the edge of that, exposing it for what it was. With a moan, her head dropped; her eyes closed without will, to show her what lie ahead. As she shook her head no and began to draw from the strength she knew was there, he moved forward, to within a thought of her. He could feel her calling to what she held inside and let her build it for a moment before he touched her. The battle could only be won; truly won, against an enemy well armed. So he let her feed her power until he could wait no longer. He touched her then, and in touching her, broke through the wall of restraint she had in place. He reached her with one move.

He was not prepared for what she carried. As skin met skin, her power coursed through him, strong and sure. He felt his own surge to meet it, whether to fight it off or to combine strengths, he knew not, but the surge lanced from his fingers to her flesh, causing them both to pause, or more appropriately, freeze. It wasn't a moment for indecision or hesitation, yet neither could move. It lashed them as strongly as a rope or other physical binding. All at once, seemingly of its' own accord, their strength pulled them closer, leaving nothing but cloth between them. Her hands wound themselves about his neck, leaving her to fear what had come over her. She was removed from herself, unable to control what came next. Her lips parted, emitting a sigh or moan, maybe both, and her body loosened itself, becoming pliant and willing. She saw herself weaken with horror. Closing her eyes, she shook her head slowly from one side to the next, denying the truth. 

As she moved her head to the side, making her neck vulnerable, he lowered his head slowly, so she might know of his intent. But the need rose within him, and as he dropped his face to breathe of her, he felt the shift. It should have been under control, but it was not and the more he let it go, the stronger it became. He felt her tremble as though she knew, felt her rest her head on his shoulder, keeping herself open for his attack, and still he fought it. He tried to draw himself back, to pull his power in, but he could not. With what strength he did possess over the power, he began to reign it in, but her own curled itself around his and refused to let it go. He felt hers twine itself sinuously around his caressing it, calming the fire, but feeding the hunger. Her pale blue began to move on its' own, leaving her to marvel at the need she could scarcely hold back. Nor did she want to. Her body had hungered for so long, with such desperation, that she was nearly relieved to find her completion. She let it go, pouring her entire being into it, feeding it with her own worldly hunger. 

He saw her then, not as she was now, but as she had been before. They way they were long ago. With that, he let the shift take over, let himself become what he had always been for her and her alone. For a second, she tried to bring about fear over what she knew was coming but it was a weak attempt and she failed, only knowing she needed this. Had always needed this. With the scraped of his teeth on her flesh, anticipation took hold, leaving her breathless and desperate. And still, the battle within her waged on, the need for possession and the need for individuality. 

Nuzzling her neck, lightly nipping his teeth along sensitive skin, he drew her clothes from her body. He wanted the possession to be complete; all encompassing. He wanted to fill her, her senses, her thoughts, her body, and her blood. Shedding his own, never letting her know what he was about, sensing her fear, he drew her heated flesh back to his, shaking with need. Nipping more roughly, needing her to be prepared for what was coming, he moved his hands over her body, intensely, claiming and marking her as his, his nails biting into her flesh, but never hard enough to draw the blood that would overcome him. Moving with her, guiding her backwards, he braced them against the wall, drawing her legs around his waist, lifting her hips flush with his own. 

When his teeth pierced her flesh, he drove into her, claiming all that she was, drawing her life, her need, her hunger, and feeding it all into his movement. Her need for possession won out, and she tilted her head back to further his hunger, to feed his hunger, to demand that he feed from what she offered. The fear never took hold, but it lurked in the background, waiting for sanity to return. On some level, she knew that he had taken more than she offered, but the thought didn't have a foothold. She let it drift to the back of her conscious mind, taking what he had to give and focussing only on that. 

Gripping the flesh of her hips, he drove more forcefully into her, needing to hear her cry out, needing to know that she felt his possession, that she would never question it again. Moans, soft and incoherent, slipped from her lips, and in them, he heard what he longed for, her verbal acceptance, the vocal pledge to be his, no matter what. It shook him to his core and as he felt her begin to shudder, he let go of all that he kept hidden from the world, let it go all for her, this one person who could shake the control he was so valiantly protective over. As he stopped moving within her, she slumped in his arms. Terrified that he had taken more that she could give, he began to withdraw, frantically afraid that his hunger, his need had robbed him of what he needed so much. But she whimpered at his movement, and pulled him back to her, drawing him even more deeply inside her than he would have dared. He sighed, letting himself rest against her, drawing strength from her presence. 

Feathering her fingers through her hair, she wondered at the complete sense of wonder, of possession that washed from him through her. And in that moment she knew she was his. No matter what tomorrow held, no matter where their lives took them, she had this. She would always know to whom she belonged.

He carried her across the floor to what had brought them here in the first place. The bed had not been there, in its' place had stood a fire, but other forces were at work and he would never dare question it. He lay her upon it, following close after, needing her heat to keep him going. He pulled her back against his chest, his face in her hair, breathing of her, lulling himself to sleep with the rhythm of her breathing. 

Darker Lives



I clenched my fist, crumpling the paper, my stomach in free fall.

"4056 N. Hamill St, 7PM" was the only thing written on the neatly folded school stationary paper, now slightly damp with sweat. 

The note didn't need to be long, the implication was clear. 

Shit. How did this get out? My career as Principal of Elting Grove High School would be over in the blink of an eye.

I sucked in the cool air of my office and held it for a second, before exhaling. My eyes returned to the photograph. It was a young woman, kneeling on a dirty warehouse floor, her arms tied above her head to the rusty pipe on the wall. Her skin was coated in a thin sheen of sweat, a dirty handprint on her right breast, another on her left thigh. Her mouth was wrapped around a stiffened member of some anonymous man. 

It had been a long time ago, but the resemblance was still clear. So were my memories of that day, of that entire life I had to leave behind for the sake of my career.

The muscles on my face relaxed as the familiar feeling returned. The tingling began in my lower abdomen, the warmth spreading down between my thighs. I squirmed slightly in my seat as I tried to control my body's response, but I couldn't help it.

I wanted to feel like the woman in the photograph again.

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I stepped out of my car, squinting at the numbers above the door. This was the place. I tilted my head back to look up at the boarded windows. I hesitated, every rational fiber in my body was telling me to run, to go back to my safe warm apartment. 

"Principal Vale", I jumped slightly at the voice behind me and turned around.

I let out a gasp when I saw who it was. "Evan, what..."

"I am glad you came, Principal Vale. I was beginning to think that your career would soon be in the graveyard."

"It was you..."

"Yes."

"What do you want Evan. Is it a raise? Money?" I asked stupidly. Somehow I already knew what it was that he wanted. I could see it in his hungry eyes and the slight smirk on his face.

Evans worked at the school as a janitor. He was a quiet man, and excessively polite. I had caught myself staring at his veined muscular arms fantasizing about what it would be like to be controlled by those arms. I would have never pegged him for the type of man that would be responsible for blackmailing me. 

"All you need to do is to follow my orders tonight and I won't tell a soul about your past. Make your choice. Accept and I will own your body until sunrise tomorrow, or leave and I send a copy of that photograph to everyone at the school."

I told myself that I could not go back home, that I couldn't let those pictures get out to the public, that I had to do this. I told myself those things to rationalize away the fact that deep down I wanted this. My nipples began to harden and rub against my bra as I stood there thinking.

"Decide quickly, Principal Vale. I'm getting bored."

"Fine, I'm yours for the night." I felt a sense of relief, that my fate was no longer mine to decide, that my body was no longer my own.

"Good, then put this blindfold on." He pulled a black silk handkerchief from his back pocket and handed it to me.

"From now on, you will refer to me as 'Sir' or 'Master' is that clear?"

"Yes, Sir" I said, falling easily into old protocols.

Soon it was dark and I could only feel his hand firmly against the small of my back, pushing me forward into the abandoned house. I tripped on something, big hands grabbed my upper arm and lifted me to my feet.

"Careful, slut. I don't want you getting injured before I have a chance to hurt you."

I wondered what he meant by that. 

He grabbed my arms and forced them together, quickly wrapping coarse rope around my wrists. I heard the WSSSSSK of rope against metal and my arms were pulled above my head. The blindfold around my head and the itchy rope around my wrists were all that it took to raise goose bumps on my flesh. 

A shard of coldness pierced into my awareness as I realized that the sharp unyielding blades of a pair of scissors had been inserted into my blouse. He slowly trailed the icy blades beneath my shirt up the front of my chest. I heard his ragged breathing close to my face. 

"Does this make you wet? Being held hostage in a dirty abandoned house, about to be fucked like a common whore?"

"Yeh.. yes, sir."

Snip. My bra was cut from the front. Snip. Snip. The straps around my shoulders were cut as he ripped the bra out from underneath my shirt. Another two snips and I felt a cool breeze on my nipples. He had cut holes in my blouse to expose only my brown perky nipples. I felt blood rushing to my face. 

"Oh, I see you're blushing? Ashamed now are we? That your nipples are poking through? That I can see how much you enjoy this?" he taunted me, brushing his hairy forearm lightly against my nipples.

I felt the cold of the steel scissors against my leg this time, cutting through my pencil skirt, exposing my soft pale thighs and red panties. I could feel the heat from my face mirrored in my cunt and wondered if he could see the warm moistness in my underwear.

He grabbed my thighs, forcefully pushing them apart, sliding one finger up and down my slit through my panties. I thrust my crotch forward, trying desperately to rub myself on his finger. 

"Good slut, fuck yourself on my finger."

I pushed my hips back and forth, grinding my slick pussy lips against his finger. Sweat dripped down my chest dampening my blouse and causing it to stick to my skin. I arched my back, getting close to the edge, straining my arms against the rope, trying to grind myself harder into his finger, wishing that his finger would just slip around my panties and penetrate my inner lips. 

Then it was gone. 

There was nothing between my legs. 

"No..." I whimpered in frustration.

"Do you think you're here to get off? You're here to be used, slut. You don't cum until I decide."

He roughly pulled my panties down my legs, exposing my throbbing cunt, and stuffed them into my mouth. I could smell my own musky sex and felt the slimy wetness in my mouth. I heard my blouse rip as he tore it off, releasing my small soft breasts to the dusty air inside the house. I felt open and exposed. His boots thudded away from me.

Faint noises came from the other room. He was getting something, rustling through a bag. His boots thudded back. His warm fingers parted my moistened pussy lips and pressed something round and smooth right against my opening. He rubbed it against my slit, lubricating it with my own juices and then firmly pushed it up into me stretching my hole until it engulfed it.

I had only begun to clench my inner walls against it, trying to feel what it was when it began to vibrate, buzzing against my G-spot. 

My moan was muffled by the cloth in my mouth.

"Don't let that egg vibrator fall out, slut."

I could feel it start to slip from gravity and my own natural juices. I tightened my muscles, trying to grip the slippery piece of plastic vibrating inside me. It only pushed the vibrator harder against my G-spot. I pressed my thighs tightly together, trying desperately to fight the sensations inside of me. It too much, I could no longer control myself. My knees buckled as I screamed into the cloth. The vibrator clattered on the floor as the waves contractions in my swollen pussy pushed it out of my body. The ropes bit deeper into my wrist as I tried to regain my footing, panting heavily, covered in sweat. 

"I'm disappointed in you, slut. You agreed to follow my orders, but it looks like you could not obey. Now you will have to be punished."

He pulled the panties out of my mouth and yanked the blindfold off. He loosened the rope above my head and I collapsed into a heap on the dirty floor. I tiredly took my first look around the room. Streetlights were filtering in through the boarded up windows. Dust motes danced in the streams of light.

"Kneel. Put your ass in the air and get ready for your punishment"

I got up on my knees pressing my face against the rotting floorboard, and presented my soft round ass.

He beat the cane against my bare cheeks. The first one was light.

The next one landed on my clit. Spikes of pain and pleasure shot through my spine as the heat spread outwards from my clit.

Heat seared across my bottom as the full extent of my position dawned on me. I realized how exposed I was, my pussy in the air, being caned mercilessly. My swollen clit throbbed at that thought, moistening my folds again.

Without warning, he plunged his cock deep into my pussy, furiously pounding my raw pussy from behind. There was no way to stop his deep strokes from slamming repeatedly into G-spot. I moaned into my arm. I could not escape, could not wriggle away, with his strong hands grabbing my thighs. The orgasm ripped through me as he came explosively, his warm seed overflowing out of my pussy.

I collapsed, exhausted on the cold dirty floor.



Darker Passions



Greetings, folks. Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Anthony Blackstone III. Owner and CEO of Blackstone Enterprises. It's a Fortune Five Hundred Company. This means that I've got more money than I know what to do with. At the age of sixty, I continue to find new ways to entertain myself. Have you looked at the world of entertainment today? It's way too soft and too politicized for my liking. 

Some misandrists ( man-haters) in the world of media, advertising and entertainment seem to think it's funny to make the guys look stupid. I don't find this funny at all. Neither would the rest of America if advertisers were trying to make females look stupid. I fired a high-ranking female executive who helmed an advertising campaign which made fun of Black fathers. Whether this was accidental or on purpose, I didn't care. I don't find this funny at all. There are a lot of hard-working men out there who struggle to take care of themselves and their offspring. Commercials which make fun of these good men should be banned. They would be, if I had my way, but that's not what this story is about.

In my pursuit of entertainment, I've traveled the world. I saw all kinds of things. I once paid to watch two women fight each other to the death in an underground boxing club in Hong Kong. In Hawaii, I watched two total strangers, a black woman and a Hawaiian male have sex on a public square. It was hot. I watched twins beat each other to bloody pulps for a fistful of dollars. Yes, my taste in entertainment is not like most. Forget the stuff you see on TV. 

My idea of entertainment is raw and real. It doesn't get more intense than this. My faithful manservant, my devoted Alexander Llud went out of his way to please me in my latest search for entertainment. He provided me with a tape which contained two things I prized above all else in entertainment. Anything I watch must have gratuitous violence and raw, intense sexuality. It has to be an expression of humanity that's politically incorrect and yet irresistible and darkly compelling. Like a horror movie, you hate to watch it but once you start, you can't turn away from it. Afterwards, I asked the participants what was going on, how they felt and what they thought about when the action was going on. They were brutally honest. I think the answers will surprise you as much as they surprised me.

Alright, folks. What we have going on here is a party where some dudes and chicks are going to get it on in every way possible. You dig? Cool. Pay attention, people. Don't make me repeat myself. Oh, and hang onto something because it's about to really hot in here. We got all kinds of men and women from all walks of life here for one thing only. We want the freakiest sex party ever. We're paying them top dollar for this and we expect it to be hot. As promised, it's all right here.

First, we got our man Adam McLeod here. Adam's measurements are as follows. He's around six-foot-four and weighs in at 250 pounds. He's a jet-black man who is a bit on the chubby side. He is still good-looking and popular with the femmes, though. Being a bit on the thick side? That's no problem at all if you ask me because the brother is sexy and usually dresses really well. He's got a ten-inch dick, nice and thick, uncircumcised. Adam is twenty three years old, a police officer and hails from the Windy City and likes getting down with the ladies but he's also available for the gentlemen every now and then. You know what they say, once you try dick you never go back. He is openly bisexual though it's not something he mentions too often in his line of work. Police work is a rather macho profession and queers aren't allowed. 

Next we got Lilith Lucas, she's a five-foot-ten, somewhat chubby woman with dark brown skin and a shaved head. Lilith has extra-large breasts and a forty-inch black ass. This fine-looking sister weighs in at exactly 240 pounds. Most females would rather die than to admit their weight but you got to admit your weight and submit to a few other health tests before you're allowed at tonight's sexual Olympics. Lilith is thirty five years old and hails from Long Island in the state of New York where she owns a Hair Salon. She's a bit on the freaky side and is down for whatever. Lilith is bisexual and usually prefers females but she says she can't do without men too long. Sex is an addiction with her.

Our next man is Stefano Santiago, my man from Mexico. He's tall and a bit thick, which is the way I like my peoples. This somewhat chubby but handsome Mexican brother is exactly five feet eleven inches tall and weighs 245 pounds. He hails straight from California and is a second-generation Mexican-American Firefighter. Stefano is married to Luciana, a Mexican supermodel operating in the Los Angeles area. Although he lives with many men's dream girl, Stefano digs the boys. He regularly engages in sexual acts with men he picks up at bars. You've got it. Our macho Hispanic stud is bisexual. He doesn't want his wife or family to know. We will try to keep his secret but won't make no promises.

This next guest might be the freakiest of the bunch. Eve Black is a large black woman who comes from Boston. A six-foot, big-booty, large-breasted woman with chocolate skin and short hair bleached white. Eve weighs 250 pounds. Her hobbies are volleyball and basketball. Eve is bisexual and currently married to a wonderful man that she loves. They have a fairly open relationship and she sometimes sleeps with other women and encourages her husband to do the same. This girl doesn't believe in jealousy or possessiveness. Pure hedonism is what she believes in. We had to spend a huge wad of cash to get her to come here but she promised us we wouldn't regret it.

We prepared a large room for the action. The room was huge and there were mattresses all over the place. Also, there were condoms, bottles of lubricant and dildos. We brought all four of our sexual contenders in the room for a little action. They started checking each other out. Yeah, it was hot. They got undressed and our cameras caught it all on tape. Large female bodies with huge breasts and extra-large buttocks were bared to absolute nudity. Big and strong men bared their rugged good looks and we feasted our eyes on their hairy chests, muscular bodies and huge cocks. They all looked good. We told them to do what came natural, and we began filming.

Lilith and Stefano looked at each other coyly and began flirting. She gently touched his dick and he played with her breasts. They were kissing like they had known each other for years. Laughing, they were soon rolling around on the floor like a couple of college freshmen. Lilith took Stefano's cock in her mouth and began sucking on it. Lilith sucked his cock and licked his balls. He stroked her hair. While she was sucking on him, she slid one of her thick fingers into his asshole. Stefano was surprised but he didn't seem to mind.

Lilith sucked on Stefano's cock and fingered his bottom. His hole felt tight around her slick finger. He moaned as she continued what she was doing. Yeah, this dude's hole was supple, no stranger to penetration. Suddenly, his body shuddered. Lilith knew what was coming. The dude was about to cum. And cum he did. Lilith drank his seed. Some women didn't do this but Lilith didn't mind. She liked the way men smelled and tasted. No two men had the same taste. That's why she couldn't get enough of them.

Stefano cried out in pleasure as he came. He looked down, to see Lilith smiling at him as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She grinned. She pulled him down and straddled him. Although this was unexpected, Stefano certainly did not mind. Lilith lowered herself onto him until his hard cock was buried in her pussy. He put his hands upon the big woman's hips and began fucking her hard and deep. Lilith groaned as she felt Stefano's thick cock invade her pussy. Oh, that stuff felt good. She cried out, urging him to fuck her harder. Stefano looked at the thick girl as she rode him for all he was worth. Damn, he loved big women. They were so sensual! Why in hell did he marry a stick figure?

Lilith felt waves of pleasure building down in her sweet spot as Stefano thrust into her. Oh, he definitely knew how to work it! They changed positions. Now, she was facing away from him. Stefano looked at Lilith's voluminous butt as she lowered herself onto him once more. Lilith took his cock in her hand and guided it to yet another spot in her body. Stefano grunted in surprise when Lilith took his cock and firmly pressed it against her anus. Looking over her shoulder, Lilith smiled. Yeah, she wanted to get fucked in the ass and he was just the man for the job. Smiling, Stefano nodded. Lilith lowered her bottom until Stefano's cock was buried balls deep in her ass. 

Stefano continued pounding into Lilith's butt hole like there was no tomorrow. Lilith screamed loud enough to wake the dead as the Mexican stud's hard prick slid in and out of her tight hole. Her hole squeezed him as he thrust into her. They went at it like this until he came. He screamed in pleasure when he did. Lilith rolled off him. They lay side by side on the mattress. Panting, and laughing. Lilith looked at Stefano. She had a delightfully wicked idea in mind. Would he be down for it? Stefano nodded. He was down for whatever.

Lilith took the dildo and greased it up with some KY Jelly. Stefano looked at her, grinning. He lay on his back, stroking his cock. He had never been fucked by a dildo before. Oh, he'd done the real deed with men many times. His cock hardened even more as he thought of a steamy encounter in a bathhouse down in Dallas where he was visiting some friends of his. There were ten men there and they were all having sex with each other. Stefano's friend Lloyd had brought him there. Lloyd was a stocky, balding white man in his mid-forties. He was openly gay, having left his wife after twenty years of marriage and run off with the pool boy.

The bathhouse was steamier than usual as men began having sex with other men. Lloyd was sucking on Stefano's dick before Stefano knew what was going on. He was surprised but wasn't about to turn away this sexual opportunity. Lloyd sucked his dick and licked his balls, getting him hard in seconds. Once Stefano was nice and hard, Lloyd put a condom on him and began riding him for all he was worth. Stefano grabbed the older man by the hips and thrust into him. Oh, yeah. He shoved his dick right up the older man's ass. Stefano began to give Lloyd's ass a serious pounding. The older man stroked his own cock as Stefano fucked him. 

Around them, the other men were fucking. A towering black male bent a slim white dude over and hammered his skinny ass with that huge cock of his. A thick-bodied, somewhat chubby black dude sucked on a red-haired bodybuilder's uncircumcised dick. Both men appeared to be enjoying what they were doing. Stefano slammed his dick into Lloyd. Lloyd screamed loudly and stroked himself faster. He soon came, and a moment later his cum splattered all over Stefano's chest. Normally, Stefano would be pissed but after getting a taste of Lloyd's sweet ass, he didn't mind at all. Half an hour later, the men showered and left the bathhouse.

Recalling this rather unexpected experience, Stefano suddenly felt down for whatever. He was okay with sexual experimentation. Lilith slid the dildo into his rear end. Stefano winced as it went it. The dildo wasn't thick but it was quite long. Lilith looked at Stefano as the dildo went in and out of his asshole. She could tell that he liked it. Yeah, this dude loved butts. He loved fucking both male and female butts. He also liked having his ass played with apparently. She fucked him good and stroked him. He came for the second time that night, louder than before. She pulled the dildo out of him. Laughing, they turned around to look at Adam and Eve, who were having an encounter of their own.

Adam and Eve were circling each other like a pair of animals ready to fight. I forgot to mention that Eve used to be a boxer who's fought both men and women and that she's aggressive by nature. Forgive me. Adam is a tough man who is used to dealing with dangerous men and women on his job as a police officer. Don't expect this brother to hold back on Eve just because she's a female. Officer Adam once went into a house where some crazy woman was abusing some youngsters. Yes, folks. There are some violent females out there who will abuse men. It's a lot more common than people think. But could you believe this woman was foolish enough to attack a police officer?

When officer Adam ordered her to get her hands in the air, she refused and came after him with a frying pan. Guess what he did? Why, he took defensive action, of course! He hit her in the face, and knocked two of her teeth out before cuffing her and bringing her in. That my friends is the kind of man that we are dealing with. He is dedicated to winning at any cost. He doesn't take crap from anyone, man or woman. He doesn't fear anything, God or Devil. He has no allegiances to anyone or anything. He follows his own rules, when he bothers following any rules at all. He doesn't feel remorse. It's as unfamiliar to him as freedom is to men foolish enough to give up liberty and get married.

Eve and Adam circled each other and began trading blows. Eve was waiting like a predator while Adam was more obvious and moved in quick. She lashed out and slammed her fist toward his head. Our man Adam saw it coming and blocked it. His riposte was to aim low and strike hard. They say that hitting a female in the chest is like hitting a man in the nuts. It's going to hurt like hell. Adam slammed his fist into Eve's chest. Eve never saw it coming. When the blow struck her, for a moment she couldn't breathe. Adam took advantage of that to ram blows onto her.

Stunned, Eve was driven backwards. Adam came after her aggressively. She wasn't stunned for long, though. Eve had fought against guys before. Usually they were stronger but her technique compensated for it. She blocked Adam's blows, keeping him away. Adam had the big woman cornered. He began hammering blows against her. Instead of lashing out, she was blocking. He struck again, and this time she dodged it and slammed her fist toward his chin. The blow landed. Adam's head rattled backward. Eve seized the moment and landed several heavy blows on him. Adam came back and struck her neck. Dazed, Eve was driven backwards. Adam came toward her, determined to bring her down once and for all.

Eve looked at the man who was coming at her. He was handsome, and in other circumstances, they might have hooked up but he was her enemy and she had to bring him down. So she went after him for all she was worth. They rained blows on each other. Adam wasn't holding back and neither was she. Blood spattered the mattress-filled room floor. Man's blood and woman's blood alike. There came a time when both of them seemed like they had enough. They stood apart, and did the very last thing anyone expecting. Instead of killing each other, they kissed.

Adam and Eve kissed with the kind of raw passion that is seldom seen in this day and age. In an age of political correctness, misguided chivalry, and gender politics, one man and one woman had pushed each other to limits that no one else would have understood. Their primal rage was unleashed and once spent had given way to primal passion. They began to make love, not unlike the first Man and his Woman in the primordial wilderness so long ago. It was a want, a need from deep inside of them.

Adam climbed on top of Eve, kissing her savagely as she embraced him. Her strong, thick legs spread and wrapped themselves around him. He looked into her eyes. A moment ago, he wanted to destroy this woman more than anything in the world. Now, he simply wanted her. Eve looked into Adam's eyes. There he was, this strange and lethal male who had fought her like no other man had before. He would not hold back, nor would he relent. He was like the primal man of ancient times, completely without social restraint. What he wanted, he took. He fought, rather than argued. Something that she refused to acknowledge existed deep inside her responded to him. And that's why instead of fighting him now, she welcomed him inside of her. Adam thrust into her, savagely.

Adam held Eve's legs in the air and slid his cock into her womanhood. Roaring, he thrust into her. A sharp gasp escaped Eve's lips as Adam slammed into her. Her hands dug into his back and he pushed her down as he rammed his huge cock into her tight hole. Crying out as he hammered her, Eve began to undulate underneath him as he took her. She rubbed her breasts together and pinched her nipples. Suddenly, he pulled out of her. Gasping, she stared at him. Why did he leave her? She wanted him to come back!

Smirking, Adam held his cock in hand and rubbed it against her other orifice. At once she knew what he wanted. He looked at her. Wordlessly, she consented. Swiftly, he slid his cock into her ass. Eve gasped at the intrusion. She had never been taken like that by a man before. If someone had told her that she would allow a man to fuck her in the ass someday, she would have laughed in his or her face. Yet now she was doing it. She was allowing this man to go where no man had gone before. Adam thrust into her, going deeper than ever before. Eve grimaced and opened herself up, welcoming him inside her. 

Eve looked at him. Why did he still strive to conquer her, when all along she had always been his? She reached upward to embrace her lover, but he would not allow her to embrace him, no matter how seemingly loving her gesture, he did not trust her nor did he know her intent. She was different from him, inexplicable and unpredictable. He was fascinated by her, and the idea of trusting her seemed foolish to him. He could not love her. Not really. No matter how much he wanted to. He would only take what he needed, and leave. When he felt a rush in his loins, he shouted. She looked up at him, knowing what must be happening within that fantastic, masculine form of his. He came, and she felt the rush of his seed inside her tight crevice.

Suddenly weakened, he lay in her arms. When she embraced him, he did not resist. Moments later, he stared at her. His eyes searched hers. His were full of indescribable emotions. Hers were unreadable, at least to him. He could not trust what he saw, or thought he was. It might be deception. So, in spite of the mutual pleasure that their bodies and souls had created, he could not remain with her. And so he got up. She watched him as he stood, and walked away. Were they destined to always be adversaries? No. It wasn't always so. But that's just the way things were now. Possibly forever.

Adam headed to the showers, where he ran into Stefano and Lilith, who had watched the whole thing and looked at the black policeman with awe, fear...and respect. They hadn't known what he was when he first walked into the room but now they knew. A handsome devil who took whatever he wanted and conquered anything in his path. A bisexual who showed signs of being a sociopath and showed no mercy to anyone, man or woman, when they got in his way. One hell of a stud that both of them wouldn't mind sleeping with. And so they did. Eve was the last one to hit the showers, for whatever the reason.

The four contenders in tonight's little game collected their money through my devoted manservant and left. They each signed a contract preventing them from discussing what happened here under any circumstances with anyone. Were they to disobey, my attorneys would make their lives a living hell. What did you think of it? Honestly? I'm not asking you to like it. What did you think of the encounter between Stefano and Lilith? The Battle of The Sexes which took place between Adam and Eve? The steamy sex which followed? It may chill you or get you worked up but my aim was to get a reaction out of you. Well, what is it? Do you feel like clapping your hands? Or do you want to hunt me down and strange me for being a pervert? Whatever you felt, I hope you were entertained. I certainly was, and this tape has been added to my private collection. Until next time, then. See you around. 



Darker Places Than I Want To Feel



"What?" she asked.

"Nothing," he responded sullenly.

"Don't 'nothing' me, I can see something's wrong, it's written all over your face."

He sighed, stirring the cream in his coffee, and looked out the window of the café. It was cold and damp out this morning. A better day to stay wrapped up in a warm blanket and read. 

But it was reading that got him into this funk in the first place, so today it wasn't an option, at least not now.

"Come on, spill it," she insisted softly reaching out with her hand to gently touch his.

He sighed again and turned back to look at her.

"I as reading a story online last night. It was several chapters long and at first it was really a sweet love story about a woman who was slowly bringing out her young husband's feminine side."

"Isn't that the kind of stuff you like? Love stories between two people who care about each other?"

"Yes, but that's not all. It's the fourth part that really got to me. It turned really dark and sinister. It was like a different person penned the last chapter of the story."

His eyes had a sadness to them that spoke volumes about him.

"The woman in the story turned into this terrible vile bitch. She was turning her lover/husband, who was totally devoted to her, into a sissy slave to be abused by someone else. There was no love, no remorse, nothing, just a coldness that was really disturbing. Her true self came out in the end when she claimed to be totally disgusted with the poor wretch. She just kept twisting and taunting him. She told him that she planned the whole charade with her lover/boyfriend from the start. She had been shagging the SOB on the side the whole time. Even while she was telling her husband how much she loved him, on their honeymoon no less!"

He paused a moment and sipped on his coffee as he looked away from Sarah's eyes and out the window once again.

"How can someone be so hateful? So treacherous, that they would conspire with such venomous deceit to destroy a young man's love and life? He was forever ruined as a result."

"Why didn't you just stop reading it?" she asked. Her smile was gentle and caring but her eyes belied a sense of worry and concern.

"I did. But not before the author managed to repulse me completely with verbal images that will stay with me for longer than I want."

He paused a moment to reflect on it again.

"I suppose if that was their intention then it worked. They managed to enrage me to the point that I wanted to reach through the computer monitor and strangle them. And by the comments that I read, many other readers reacted the same way."

"Did you post your own comment?"

"No, it wasn't worth it. The others said what I would have said and in some cases more eloquently."

Ryan pause again and smiled wistfully as he looked into Sarah's eyes.

"Thank you."

"For what?" she asked.

"For putting up with my rants. For answering my many questions, even the most personal and private ones that I asked. You really are a beautiful person."

"Well, finally, you've noticed!" she exclaimed with a huge grin. "It's about time."

"Oh, come on," he replied, "what I meant is that you really are a beautiful person on the inside too. Everyone can see how gorgeous you are on the outside. But it's what's inside your heart that really matters. Besides, I told you the first time we met how much I appreciated you opening up to me on such a personal level."

"Yeah, that was probably the most awkward meeting I've ever attended," she replied with a gentle smile.

"Yes it was, for both of us," he agreed.

"You were so naïve," she purred.

"I guess, in a way, I still am," he pondered out loud. "I still can't understand a person getting so much sexual gratification out of destroying another soul like that."

"You're still dwelling on that aren't you?" she asked coyly.

He shrugged his shoulders and rested his chin on the palm of his hand.

"That's part of the complexity of the journey I suppose," she mused. "Once you take the path less traveled you have to continue to engage in that sort of behavior until something, or someone, crashes and burns. You just have to let it go, Ryan. Thankfully there are very few people in the world like the one you described."

"Is that the price you pay for the depravity? The crashing and burning part?" he asked.

"I hope so."

Ryan glanced away again at a family who sat down in a booth nearby. The mother was fussing over two small children while the father cleaned up a spill under the table. It was all rather humorous and natural in the same moment. Ryan thought about that scene and then he thought about Sarah. "Would she like to have had kids?"

"What time is it?" he asked reluctantly.

"Nearly noon, do you have to go somewhere?" she asked with a worried look in her eyes.

"No, well yes, sort of, plus I just didn't want to take up your whole day, this being our last meeting and all. Where are your nephews?"

"With their mom, she had the day off," she replied seemingly distracted.

Sarah looked out the window and away from Ryan. She blinked back the moisture that was brimming in her eyes. She took a big breath and let it out slowly. She steadied herself, and then she turned to look at Ryan.

"I don't want this to be the last meeting," she said softly.

"What do you mean? You were the one who negotiated for us to meet only three times. I agreed, reluctantly, but managed to get you to accept the possibility of three more if our conversations got interesting, which they did. But you were very adamant about it not going beyond six."

"I know," she said softly. "So now I've changed my mind. It's a woman's prerogative you know."

That brought a wide wry smile to Ryan's face. His eyes twinkled in the sunlight streaming in the café window. Sarah smiled back then blushed a deep shade of crimson.

"Does this mean I get to ask you more questions?" he asked.

"Yes, but I get to ask you some too," she countered.

"Tit for Tat?"

"Exactly," she replied keenly.

"Okay, since I've been asking all the questions lately," he replied, "today it's ladies' first."

Sarah thought for a moment then smiled coyly.

"Would you go on a date with me?" she asked.

Ryan blinked a moment and looked at her carefully.

"Is that your question?" he asked.

"Yes. There was a question mark on the end of the sentence wasn't there?"

"Hmm. You know I'm old enough to be your father, don't you?" he asked with a serious tone but Sarah could see the twinkle in his eye. It was obvious to anyone watching that he was as excited about the prospect of a date with her as she was.

"I think you're trying to dodge the question, Mr. Sullivan," she countered watching him intensely. Her eyes shone brightly.

Ryan studied her a moment longer and wondered how serious she was about all of this. "Did she really want to go out on a date with him?" he wondered. "She's nearly half my age." He remembered that she just listened to him rant on and on about trust and love and deceitful people. "She must know how much it means to me. I suppose, what better time to ask than now?" 

Ryan knew he'd be a fool not to jump at the chance to go out with Sarah. She was gorgeous, drop-dead, runway model gorgeous. He also knew he didn't have a snowball's chance in hell with her even if he did go out with her. But that didn't matter. He really enjoyed her company no matter what the circumstances. He shrugged his shoulders and smiled. Then he leaned across the booth towards Sarah. She sat there resting her chin on her folded arms lying on the table and watching him closely.

"Yes, it's a date, for dinner and a movie. Tomorrow night. Six o'clock sharp. I'll pick you up at the swings in the park where we first met. What's you're next question?"

"I get more than one?"

"Of course, but only one more for now, I'm supposed to meet my friend Paul for round of golf this afternoon. But from the looks of things I bet we call it off," he said glancing once again out the window.

She smiled blissfully and popped her head up impishly.

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

He grinned and shook his head.

"My wife died eight months ago, remember? Between work and my writing I haven't found the time for anything else, let alone a woman in my life."

"Good," she whispered softly then she got out of the booth. She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek with a light peck. "See you tomorrow night at six, bye."

She turned with a twirl of her skirt and was down the aisle and out the café door before Ryan could blink twice. 

She was always good at finishing conversations before he wanted them to be over.

He sighed with a wry smile. He knew he really shouldn't keep seeing her, but he just couldn't resist her charm. It was the same impish charm that captured his heart over a month ago when he met her for the first time. It was in the neighborhood park outside of her apartment house.

At first he imagined what it would be like for her to be his daughter. He never had a daughter and the thought of one now after Denise, his wife, died last year seemed to fill a huge hole in his life. Well, at least it made him feel needed again, anyway. 

But as they continued to talk at their weekly rendezvous, it became apparent to Ryan that he was the shy, novice, and inexperienced one in the couple rather than her. 

Her beauty was only a mask to hide emotions and experiences that lurked in darker places than he wanted to feel at first. But as they talked he began to understand who she was on a deeper level. To a certain extent, he was beginning to learn more about who he was as well.

He began to really care for Sarah. By their third meeting the word 'love' lurked in the shadowed recesses of his mind but he was afraid to give it much thought. Not because he felt that there was some sort of social pressure to reject someone like Sarah because of who she was. Or the fact that their age difference might appear ridiculous to some, like he was acting out some sort of twisted Lolita play. But because he bottled up all the love he had in the world when his wife died and the thought of opening his heart to another and the fear that it might be shattered again shook him to his core.

Nearly three months ago he placed an advert in the local 'Craigslist' looking for someone who understood the cross-dressing/trans-gendered life style and was willing to answer some questions. He explained that he was a local writer who was doing some research for a novel. Several people responded but when they turned out to be more interested in soliciting than answering questions. He turned them down. He was beginning to have doubts that anyone would be willing to help him when Sarah answered his query.

He replied with his cellphone number and asked her to give him a call if she was still interested. She did the next day.

"Hello, is this Ryan Sullivan?" the feminine voice on the phone asked meekly.

"Yup, who's this?"

"This is Sarah Daniels. I sent you an email the other day responding to your ad on 'Craigslist'."

"Oh yeah, great! Thanks for calling me back," he replied quickly. "Um, I suppose, before we go any further, we should discuss what this is all about."

"That would help, Mr. Sullivan, I'm rather nervous about all of this as you can tell," she replied timidly.

"No problem, okay, here we go. I'm working on a novel about cross-dressers and the world of transgendered women living and working in mainstream America. You know, trying to work, shop, and live just like anybody else. But my biggest issue is my lack of a deeper understanding about the lifestyle. Sure, I read and hear things about it but many of those stories are just that, they're stories that are filled with fantasy and hyperbole meant to excite the imagination. There's nothing wrong with that, it's just not what I'm trying to do. I want to make my characters honest with themselves as well as with the reader. I thought that the best way I could do that was to ask someone who has experience in that world and so now we come to you."

"What would I have to do?" she asked, her voice was still riddled with uncertainty.

"Not much, really," he replied. "Just answer some questions, truthfully and honestly. And with as much candor as you are willing to offer. No one will know about you, I will never reveal the source of my information. Ever."

"Strictest confidence?" she asked.

"Absolutely, strictest confidence, always," he replied with sincerity.

"Okay. Can I think about it?"

"Of course. Let me know in a couple of days if you can?" he asked.

"I will," she replied sweetly. "Mr. Sullivan..."

"Please, call me Ryan," he interrupted her.

"Okay. Ryan, how old are you?"

"I'm fifty-six. I teach at a local college, recently widowed, and I live alone, well, except for a dog and two cats. My son is recently married and lives in Springfield where he works for an industrial designer. I own my home and drive a practical car. My hobbies are writing and occasionally I like to go to wine tastings. That about sums up my boring life."

"Thanks Ryan, I'll be in touch soon." And the connection went silent.

Two days later she called Ryan back and told him that she'd do it.

"But I have a few conditions," she added.

"I expected that you would, go ahead," he replied.

"We have to meet in a public place and it has to happen during the day."

"No problem," he replied.

"We will meet for two hours each time and we'll meet for just this month," she added.

"Agreed."

"And we'll only meet three times," she said with a sense of determination.

"Hmm, I'm worried about that. With so little time it might limit me and if I have a question later that I hadn't considered earlier. I wouldn't be able to ask it with only three meetings."

Sarah paused a moment, the phone was silent. Ryan could sense that she wasn't willing to waiver easily on this point.

"How about this. We meet for three meetings for two hours each. The meetings happen only on Saturdays and we'll meet outside in a public place like a park or something. However," he paused a moment to add emphasis to his need for flexibility. "I reserve the right to negotiate additional meetings if I find our conversations interesting."

"How many meetings?" she asked tentatively.

"Up to three additional meetings. Does that sound agreeable?" he asked hopefully.

There was another pause.

"Okay, agreed," she replied firmly.

"Great. I live in Northport near the college. Where do you suggest we meet?"

"So do I. I have an apartment near Grovesnor Square."

"I'm not that far away from there as well. I could walk there easily," he said with a bit of growing enthusiasm.

"Perfect, I watch my nephews most Saturdays for my sister so that she can go to work. We can meet in the park near the center of the square if the weather holds. This should work out great. I'll see you next Saturday, okay?"

"Absolutely, see you then. One o'clock?" he asked.

"See you then," she said and the connection was closed.

Ryan groaned. She closed the connection so quickly he was unable to ask how to recognize her. He reopened his cellphone and quickly texted Sarah back.

'How will I recognize you?' He typed and hit the send key. Then he waited for her response.

'I'll be wearing a pink top,' she replied almost immediately.

Ryan smiled, jotted down the appointment time, and then he closed his cellphone. He set the cellphone aside and turned back to his computer.




A NOTE TO THE READER:

This story is a work of fiction. All of the characters, their names and the places that they visit, are purely from the imagination of the author. Any resemblance to persons, places, or things is not intentional and purely coincidental.

(If you believe in coincidence I'm happy for you. However, if you read my other works you know that I do not, but the lawyers like to see that word in there anyway).

Thank you for reading my work, I hope you enjoyed it. If this is the first time you've read one of my stories, welcome. I hope you take a look at the rest of my work. If you are a returning reader, welcome back, it's nice to see old friends.

Dreamweaver594