2 comments/ 7724 views/ 1 favorites My Darkness By: Tinymage I had too much wine last night. He likes to come to me when I've been drinking. I'm more docile for him, more accepting of what he brings me. His face hidden in the shadows I've never seen him clearly, and I don't think I care too. His body is enough, his chest and abs chiseled, his thighs powerfully defined, his cock thick and long. I was lying there, nude, uncovered, when he appeared in my room. No noise marked his entry, he was not there, I closed my eyes for just a moment and then he was. I opened my mouth to speak, but he made a soft hushing noise. No words were ever spoken between the two of us, just the mingling of our bodies. He crawled onto my bed, hovering over me. My fingers trailed along his chest, and then down along his stomach. With sudden ferocity, his teeth were on my neck. I could feel it as his teeth sank into my pale skin. I could feel my blood well from the wounds. And I could feel his tongue wash over the wounds, lapping up my blood. He pulled his teeth away from my ruined neck and then kissed me. I could taste my own blood, sticky, sweet, and hot. As I gasped in writhing pleasure he trailed down my body, leaving a trail of bloody kisses. He kissed just below my right hip bone and then tore into the soft skin, leaving two puncture wounds. It should have hurt, but the way he bit me never hurt. His bites were erotic and made wetness pool between my legs. He drank deeply and then sank between my legs, my blood mixing with my nectar. His tongue pressed against my clit, circling and lapping. He was careful, so careful, never allowing his teeth to make contact with that delicate skin. Not that I would have minded if he did, in truth I wanted him to. I loved the way his teeth felt everywhere else, so why not there? His mouth left my sex and returned to my hip, drinking deeply. As his tongue abandoned my clit, I whimpered and he obliged me by pushing two fingers deep into me. He knew my body so well, he didn't have to search for the pleasure node of my g-spot anymore. I tried to writhe in pleasure under his touch but his other hand was like a steel girder. He didn't like me to move when he drank my blood. I had tried to ask him why once, but he didn't like it when I spoke either. His fingers curled within me and his mouth left my hip and kissed back up my body, this time his teeth finding home on the underside of my right breast. I wanted his cock, but he would give it to me when he pleased. He pushed a third finger into me, his mouth traveling from his bite on my breast, up to my nipple and then back. My breast was quickly covered in my blood and his spit. I could feel an orgasm rising, and I knew he could feel it too. He never let me cum from anything but his cock. My hips bucked slightly as he pulled his fingers from my wanton sex. He brought his fingers to my mouth and I eagerly sucked my nectar from them. And while I cleaned his fingers, he snaked his tongue along my neck, not sucking, only tasting. With a deep chuckle he extracted his fingers from my mouth. I knew he was ready. His cock in his hand, he lined himself with my sex and simply pushed in. I was already dripping wet, between my own juices, blood and his spit, so he met no resistance. His thrust were never gentle, it was never making love. He fucked me, ravaged me. My breath came short as I cried, gasped and moaned in pleasure as he pounded his thick cock into me. I am nothing but his toy. He does what he pleases with me. He rides me hard. His cock so deep inside me that my cervix gives way to him, my body open to his seed. He slams himself into me over and over again. Things start to go hazy, maybe it's the blood loss, and maybe it's the pleasure. My hands reach for him and pull him down to me. We kiss roughly for a moment before he pulls his cock from my dripping sex. He rolls me to my knees and then pushes his throbbing cock back into me. He can fuck me better this way. With each of his thrusts my body screams for release. His scrotum slapping against my swollen clit, one hand in my hair, pulling hard. I scream, some place between pleasure and pain as I am taken by orgasm. The inner walls of my sex contract around his length as he continues to ride me. I am so lost in my own orgasm that I don't notice at first him pushing two fingers into my backside. When he was up to his second knuckle I realized what he was doing. I try to struggle, I try to protest. Neither thing will do me any good. Both of my holes filled by him, his fingers penetrating my unwilling backside, his cock still slamming away at my sex. I am torn, should I give in and find the pleasure, or rebuke him for violating the only thing left untouched on my body? I know he will win, I give up. He can feel my outrage melt away as he plunges his cock into me and twists his fingers in my backside. With a chuckle he pulls out of my pussy and takes his fingers from my ass. He pushes his cock head against my tight little hole, it's just pressure for a moment. He fiercely pushes his cock into my backside, not stopping until he can't go in any further. I scream, this time I find no pleasure in his touch. He treats my ass the same way he treats my pussy. But, his cock in my backside is torture. I silently beg for him to return his cock to my dripping sex, I want to find pleasure in this. My hand reaches between my legs, two fingers parting my lips to rub on my clit. As he ravages my backside and I rub on the sensitive little node I find my pleasure. I moan softly and he laughs in response. His laugh is a cruel one, and I know that he uses me. I can't help to love him though, even through the pain, I love him. He pumps himself in and out of my ass, brutalizing me. And between his cock and my fingers, I cum again. My backside clenches in orgasm and the sudden tightness drives him to cum. My ass filling with his cum. He pulled his cock from me, limpness taking it, his cock still dripping his seed. His cum seeping from my ass as I rolled onto my back. My hands search for him. But he is already gone. My Darkness... Within my darkness there is of course a dedication... So to the one known as 'derfauster' this one is all yours... * You talk of darkness but do you have any thought to base this talk on? Herein lies darkness of the most terrible kind. Because you see my friend, this darkness was once lightness in and of itself. It was a real person. It was a person who had so much to give, and sadly she chose the wrong one to give it to. She mistakenly thought she'd met her dark soul master... You want to know what darkness really is? Then read on. She went to her ocean today. She saw the sun glistening on the waves. She saw the girls walk by with their hard tight bodies, and the guys who followed soon after. She saw families playing, kids being chased by waves and young lovers walking hand in hand at the waters edge. She saw everything. And she saw nothing. She hears the cries of a thousand sea gulls as they vied for what they considered their rightful place among the other gulls. As she sat in the sand watching the waves go about their endless crashing and retreating she allows her mind to wander back to a different and so much happier time. A time when self discovery was as new and as exciting as the thought of you was. She smiles to herself as she remembers the first time he had ever written back to her as she commented on a story he had written of glass elevators and the likes of such. What got her going the most in regards to him and what made her want to get to know him better was his wicked and often times sarcastic sense of humor which was prevalent in all his responses. Soon she found herself reading more of his writings with each one seemingly drawing her towards him and his self proclaimed darkness. As they progressed towards more than a casual writing interest for each other she felt deep down inside that she had finally met the One who could give her answers to the million or more questions she had. She even began to trust again. He called her his muse...and then later he called her his pet. She stopped remembering for a moment as she glanced around and she realized no one else was around anymore. The families had all packed up and went home to their lives. The sea gulls had gone elsewhere to create more disturbance and the young lovers had retreated to their blankets as it was getting colder when the sun set. She looks over to her ocean...her nemesis she considered it and she felt its magnetic caresses upon her cheek, touching her as a lover would...and she cries softly. Hugging her knees to her chest she stares morosely out towards the waves thinking how easy to would be to just take that first step. The wind blew a sharp gust in her face as if to push her towards the water and the sand was thrown into her eyes. She kept her eyes closed until the wind died down some and then put her head down on her arms. There is a great and terrible sadness in her soul this evening. All the tears she sheds are in vain, and she knows this because too many other times she cried as well. It never brought anybody back, and it never brought things back to the way they had been before. She now sees how he exploited her needs and her desires as he took what he wanted and left her there alone. Such were his actions that for the longest time she questioned herself and her own mind. Never quite sure if she had erred so badly the inadvertently pushed him away. Yet in the end she realized it was his own insecurities and insensitivities that had caused all this pain and sadness she was feeling. She slowly gets up and brushes the sand off her legs. She walks even closer to her ocean, noticing the waves are now beckoning with greater regularity than before. She walked until her toes touched the waters edge and she allows the ocean to gently massage her toes. She is comforted by the familiarity of the oceans touch and she ventures even further in as the waves are now reaching her ankles. Her reverie is shattered by the discreet beep of her cell phone. She stops for a moment and fishes her phone out of her pocket of her pants. She sees the phone number and knowing it's him she answers tonelessly in a voice dead from all emotion; 'what.' He is a bit taken aback by the abruptness he hears and he tries to engage her in meaningless chatter. She listens to his voice and she is reminded again of a happier time when the sound of his voice would always bring on sighs of happiness and of longing and of times when she couldn't hear it enough. She only half listens to his latest news of how he joined a local BDSM club. Exclusive, of course and by invite only. She hears him tell how much it will help him become the DOM he just knows he was meant to be and wonders of wonders, he even met a sub there who just happened to be an ex-client of his...and wonders never will cease because as it happens, she also belongs to this club. She leaves the phone at the edge of the water with him still talking to her, telling her again how important it was that she be patient and there was so much in his world that was going on...and she walks slowly away. She steps deeper into the water. Now it's up to her knees and if she listens close enough she can hear the ocean calling to her like an old friend. The wind plays a song for her that only she can hear, and she walks out further to where the water is above her waist and it is pulling her forwards. She looks one last time to the shore and she sees him there bent over her cell phone. He straightens up and he has her phone in his hands. He looks out towards the water seeing her, and then he puts the phone in his pocket as he turns to walk away. After all his new sub was waiting for him and she wanted a cell phone anyways and now he doesn't have to spend the money to get her one. He thought if he could hurry his new sub and him could just make the munch. He smiled to himself and thought how easy it was to get rid of his old sub. All he had to do was ignore her until she gave up. He knew ultimately she would. She had told him so many times that he was in her head and he could know what she was thinking. He never gave another thought to the karma he had preached so much to her. Calling ones self a "DOM" certainly had its advantages, he was thinking. She turns back towards the water and takes three more steps in. Now the water is up to her chest and as the wind sings louder its haunting melody as she gives one final thought to him she feels something under her feet swish by. She feels a burning in her heart and a feeling as if someone is scratching it hard. As she succumbs to this feeling she hears the wind whisper: 'life is nothing but a joke and death is life's joke forever' And she keeps on walking.... (c) Mystic Unicorn8/2006 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED BY ME