Dark Desires  

AtomicArtist0 45M
5236 posts
1/17/2006 11:08 pm

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Dark Desires

In light of caressmewell’s writing competition, here is the second of three I intend to submit.

Dark Desires

Another lash with the flogger landed across her back followed by another and quickly a third, this time hard across her bare ass. She let out a rapturous grunt that sounded irresistibly sexy to my ear. I stopped for just a brief moment…you know…to test the waters, to see how she’s doing and to marvel at my handy work. Gently, I graze my hand across the raised welts made over her thighs, her back, her shoulders, and lastly her ass. Heat emanated from where she was last flogged. Her welts were an intricate web of raised and intersecting lines that one could read on her naked body like brail. She’s my work of art now, I thought, and she is beautiful.

She was naked, standing with her arms raised, her wrists bound and chained to a pipe on my bedroom ceiling. The windows were fogged over from an entire night of hard fucking and now this. There was that musky, primal scent that I’ve forever learned to associate with her. This room will need some serious airing out, I thought flippantly, but first lets tend to this business at hand. I came around to her front and put my face two inches from hers. I had long hair back then that hung down around my face and tickled her shoulders. I blew a quick puff into her face, letting her know I wanted her attention and her eyes opened to meet mine. I cupped her large breast in my hand, lifted it and extended my tongue to lap at her hard nipple and to suck deeply. Her eyes slowly rolled back and closed and she let her mouth hang open in an expression of wanton bliss.

“You ok?”, I asked her, realizing it was a loaded question. First, I made her feel unbelievably good, then ask how her world is doing. Of course she’s doing ok.

“Yes, baby”, she murmured in a little voice. I smirked. That’s all I needed.

I struck her ten times in a cris-crossing pattern across her rear with the flogger and watched as each blow jiggled her ample bottom. What a sight, I thought, while squeezing my hardened cock through my boxers. I traced a line with my eager tongue across her right ass cheek, across her crack and straight over to her left hip, then bit down hard. Its amazing how right at home I felt with my teeth buried into a big chunk of this girl’s ass. It felt instinctual. It felt ancient and primal. It felt good like this is what I’m supposed to do…eat and fuck. She must have agreed as she didn’t resist. How could she?

I bet she didn’t think she’d end up like this when she first latched onto me so many months before, naked and chained up to my ceiling with my teeth berried in her ass. Poor naive girl…I bet she didn’t see a lot of things coming before getting wrapped up in all this.

It was twenty more cris-crossing lashes across her back before I caught the image in the full length mirror or her…of us and our depraved act. We’re as different as night and day… as yin and yang…as any man and woman can be. My hair hung down in curls over my shoulders. My goatee was longer then and pointed…pointed like my eyebrows and the sneer and wild eyes as black as coal held an expression of the Devil himself glairing back at me before I caught on and allowed my face to soften. I was shirtless standing there in my boxers before I developed my pot belly and before my knees and right heel began to hurt. The dark circles under my eyes where there, but not as pronounced. I slept better back then.

She had full heaving breasts and abundant hips. She was heavy set with a soft belly and her pubic hair was shaved off completely, exposing that beautiful vertical line that terminates in a nice rounded pout down below. Her nose, her shapely lips, her eyes, her voice, her hair, her laugh, her smile and her skin told the world that she was from that other race. Her skin was dark and her eyes and features told ancient stories of fear and oppression. My eyes and my features tell of demons four centuries old. Now she’s naked with welt marks across her backside and her arms raised and chained to a pipe on my bedroom ceiling.

Gently, I touched her face and contemplated our situation here and how surely her ancestors suffered in the hands of cruel and ignorant men. Men who were quite possibly of my own lineage. Were we reenacting some sort of demented ancient ritual right here in my locked bedroom? She opened her eyes, saw my expression and smiled warmly. If she picked up on my thoughts, and if she made the connection between our situation and our heritages, she didn’t show it. Her smile was sometimes coy, sometimes naive, and always beautiful enough to sink my heart. Its really too bad that I eventually caused her more grief than happiness. For now, however, I wrapped my arms around her waist and held her close, nuzzled her ear to assure her that everything was alright, at least for the time being and thought that maybe I even loved her in this little corner of time in the world.

I thought fondly about how confident she had been with her nudity. Here she was, naked and smiling for not the first time. Sometimes we were outdoors in the woods or up on the rocks and sometimes even in front of friends. When she was dressed, it usually wasn’t in much… A low cut shirt and bra, only because she really needed one. Sometimes loose jeans, sometimes a long flowing skirt, sometimes a white India cotton dress and never any underwear. I’d admire how she would unabashedly lift her dress over her head and stand naked in front of friends to show off a henna dragon I once drew across her entire back and ass and down her legs. I thought about how she would shamelessly shave her pussy with her legs spread and the bathroom door open, and that time…twice actually, that she was naked amongst hundreds of other bodies who all laid down on the street and posed nude for that famous photographer, that director of documentaries and eventually, the world. She was the only black figure in a sea of white bodies. She made a bold statement just by being herself. She was his favorite model. You better believe she became famous. I sifted my fingers through her strange, tight curls and her hair extensions and kissed her full on the lips and thought about how the last time those very lips were wrapped around my cock, two friends were watching her swallow my cum.

I thumbed my boxers down and caught my hardened cock on the waistband for a sec, making it catapult back up and smack against my belly with an audible thump. I took it in my hand and examined its familiar features…crooked and curved to the left. Crooked, like me.

“You want this?” I asked, rubbing my cock against her thigh and up the cleft of her pussy.
“Umhmmm”, she said softly.

“First things first” I said under my breath, grinning. I sat down on the floor with her pussy before me and the source of that musky smell plainly evident. I tapped her thigh lightly, indicating that I wanted her foot up on the bed. She obliged. I tapped the other thigh. This one was harder. “Huh?”, she questioned. “Up”, I grunted. This was difficult with her hands chained, but with shaking legs and probably a good deal of discomfort, she managed to get her other leg up on a chair. For a split second, almost all of her weight was being suspended from the chain and the pipe as she was pulling herself up. I was sitting beneath with my face upturned and imagined that this wouldn’t be such a bad way to go…her crashed on top of me, with my neck broken and tub water, rain, shit, or whatever the hell else was flowing though that pipe, spewing all through my bedroom.

I spread her pussy wide with my thumbs. Her insides were slick and red, I remembered distinctly and not like her brown skin at all. I protruded my tongue deep inside her and slurped and sucked with gusto. Her legs were shaking and her breathing became labored and her moans of pleasure were wonderful to hear. She struggled with the chains but squatted lower and fuller against my upturned mouth as I lapped up her juices and her clit. Her moans became good screams then one final long grunt. I flickered my tongue as fast as I could and in short time she gushed hard into my mouth, down my throat and down the sides of my face. This one was a squirter…a rare breed amongst women. Some women squirt only female ejaculate, some lose some or total control of their bladders. By the acrid taste, she squirted piss, a flavor not entirely unknown to me. That’s just one of those little tidbits that will send me spiraling down to hell if there is such a place. Black is the color of her skin, and black is the color of my soul. I swallowed as much as I could…the rest ended up streaking down the sides of my face.

Needless to say, her orgasms were spectacular. She could send any man’s ego through the roof as she shook afterwards, became confused, disoriented, sweaty, she would cry and writhe and became unresponsive to voice and her eyes would roll like a lady Mambo in a voodoo trance. While still entranced and disoriented, I slipped my raging cock into her unprotected. This was rare for us and the feeling was unbelievable. Involuntarily, she was clenching, then releasing, clenching, then releasing. I could have released my cum without even a thrust. It took great will power not to thrust hard and say fuck logic, fuck caution, fuck the world, and shoot every thing I had into her. The taboo image came to mind of the black and white baby girl that would link us, for good or for bad, for the rest of our lives. This is not what I’d want…not with this one…not now. I’m sorry, baby. You’re not the one. I pulled out.

There was a solution to this whole problem. I looked over at the dresser drawer knowing the condoms were in there. Nah, I thought. While she was still shaking, entranced and suspended from the ceiling, I positioned myself behind her, spread her ample cheeks and easily plunged every inch of me into her puckered asshole. This poor girl. This poor, naive girl…I’m certain she didn’t think she’d end up like this when she latched onto me so many months before. There were so many things she had never done before getting wrapped up in me, and all this. It wouldn’t be long now before I would cum.


caressmewell 53F

1/18/2006 5:10 am

Is it hot in here or just me...WOW


skyking412004 53M
5363 posts
1/18/2006 5:59 pm

_____I can't remember the name of the blond actress from back in the black and white days. She used to say "When I'm bad, I'm even better." You are a very bad man. The dark side of me enjoyed your fiction. (?)


HOTNBOTHERED0414 46F

1/18/2006 10:03 pm

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM DAMN, AND HOW MANY MILES ARE WE APART? LOL


havenbliss 43F

1/18/2006 10:45 pm

Excellent story...wish I was chained to a pipe in your bedroom.


HORNYVIKING722 44M
1023 posts
1/19/2006 7:27 am

Atomic, you sick...er Sexy Mother Fucker! this was truly an awesome erotic work from a man's point of view!

new respect for an already already admired writer!

HornyViking gives it two thumbs up (and a severed pinky!)

skyking, could it have been Mae West? There were so many back then it's hard to figure. In the book, The Almanac of Murder, one of those starlett's husbands killed himself or was killed because he was having an affair of some sort, the movie heads, now get this, they covered up the truth and forged a suicide note saying that the guy took his life 'cause he couldn't keep up with his wife in a sexual manner. Before color! those Hollywood douches were pulling sex scandles out of the fedoras! maybe I'm just jealous *boohoo*


skyking412004 53M
5363 posts
1/19/2006 3:43 pm

_____Thank you HORNYVIKING. It was Mae West.


spinmedown 49M
3626 posts
1/19/2006 5:21 pm

Great Stuff, Man!
Riveting, poignant and strangely beautiful.
Just the way I like them.

Most people are other people... FUCKING CHARACTER LIMIT!!! ~Oscar Wilde


AtomicArtist0 45M
6015 posts
1/19/2006 9:18 pm

biggirlz...thank you so much for the compliments. I tried to draw everyone in from the first as I knew it would be a long one. Glad it worked for you. There is a dark side in everyone...just waiting there.


AtomicArtist0 45M
6015 posts
1/19/2006 9:19 pm

caress...yes, I think the temperature has risen in here. I'm really glad you liked this one.


AtomicArtist0 45M
6015 posts
1/19/2006 9:30 pm

skyking...yes, viking is right, that was Mae West. Once again, you are confused over what is fact and fiction. I don't blame you as I tend to weave a complex web of exadurated lies. This piece is part fact, part fiction. To those who know me and for the very keen, I offer clues as to which is which.


AtomicArtist0 45M
6015 posts
1/19/2006 9:41 pm

hotandbothered...to answer your question...we're 1459 miles apart...1459. I'm sure theres a shortcut in there somewhere.


AtomicArtist0 45M
6015 posts
1/19/2006 9:50 pm

sil...does this mean you don't wan't to go to the hardware store with me this weekend? I have to pick up a few things...some rope, lighter fluid, a hammer, and a length of chain.

no worries...you have nothing to fear...a little hint, I don't even have a pipe on my ceiling.


AtomicArtist0 45M
6015 posts
1/19/2006 9:52 pm

haven...thanks for the compliment...I'll install the heavy-duty pipe soon.


AtomicArtist0 45M
6015 posts
1/19/2006 10:02 pm

viking...thank you, your compliment runs deep. Men's erotica is hard to write as there is so much of it...and yer almost always deemed as an idiot or un-pc. I tried to come across as neither. Notice I didn't end with the "money shot". That was on purpose.


AtomicArtist0 45M
6015 posts
1/19/2006 10:05 pm

spinmedown...riviting, poignant and strangely beautiful...I really like that. Thank you, those words were well thought out. A great compliment.


AtomicArtist0 45M
6015 posts
1/21/2006 8:03 pm

mzhoney...heh heh, thanks darling...sometimes those little comments are the best.


MillsShipsGayly 51M

1/25/2006 7:33 am

I liked this a lot.


AtomicArtist0 45M
6015 posts
1/25/2006 8:41 pm

michael...thanks for stopping by


cuteNEway 41F

7/31/2006 2:51 pm

ummmm...I have a pipe in my bedroom, a length of chain and a round trip ticket to NY...umm wanna come over?


AtomicArtist0 replies on 7/31/2006 7:46 pm:
you're not quite chocolate...more like mocha...but ok. I'll be right there.

rm_rsp54 58F
531 posts
1/23/2007 3:58 pm

My favorite of the three, for sure...is it the darker element?? All of your stories were sexy and compelling, but this one has me dropping my panties and masturbating , all while thinking of THIS STORY!!!


AtomicArtist0 replies on 1/23/2007 5:36 pm:
Really? Did you really drop your panties and masturbate to this one or are you just kidding me? its pretty hot if you did. That would definately be grounds for entering this one into the competition as all the judges are women. It would be really awesome to entice the judges into touching themselves. That would be a winning entry for sure. Thanks for your input.

GOLFNUT2007 47M

1/24/2007 8:31 am

This was the best of the 3 by far man. You are one hell of a writer. Good luck in the contest and keep writing.....


AtomicArtist0 replies on 1/24/2007 12:39 pm:
thank you, sir! good to see a newbie here. pull up a chair and stay awhile. and welcome to my blog.

OboesHonedIambs 62F

1/25/2007 3:30 pm

Yowza! That was hot! And the writing was really good too!

Instant Human -- Just Add Coffee


AtomicArtist0 replies on 1/25/2007 5:26 pm:
well thanks, dear. duely noted!

memeanne74 42F
5991 posts
10/18/2007 11:59 am

UMmm...YES !

Made me bite my lips in anticipation...words cannot accurately describe....what kind of chain ?

My breasts swelled and body tingled at the thought....mmmmmmmmmm....

It is a mouthwatering prized piece .

A dark indulgence ....adored it !

ok...gotta go umm take care of something ..NOW !

MORE !!!

xoxo,
~*Lissa

" I think the quality of sexiness comes from within. It is something that is in you or it isn't and it really doesn't have much to do with breasts or thighs or the pout of your lips."


AtomicArtist0 replies on 10/18/2007 12:40 pm:
took care of something...I presume that all turned out very nice. ok, normally I wouldn't keep plugging myself (and who doesn't enjoy that) but since you asked for more, I have a couple of other quasi-erotic tales but they don't quite follow the rules of erotic writing. Enjoy.

The Girl Of My Bad-Ass Juvenile Dreams

In A Time Before All Of This

mm0206 69F
7767 posts
2/4/2008 1:15 am

You know...
I must have been having a lobotomy when you wrote this....
or in lust with someone...

I never read this... I apologize

You honestly never cease to amaze me as a writer.

You have to be the sexiest man on this forum.
Besides the meds making me shaky this added its own trembling to an otherwise shaky body.

I think I need to lay down now.
...m.


AtomicArtist0 replies on 2/5/2008 10:59 pm:
well...lay down, get some rest, pop some meds and thank you, as always, my dear for your continued affection. As for me being the sexiest man on this forum...tell that to the popular crowd who seems to think otherwise. Or not...we can keep it our little secret.

rm_cumqueen0812 53F
57 posts
2/4/2008 10:00 am

HEY! was that you in the corner being a voyeur of this girly's life? Time to confess! i won't tell, I promise!


AtomicArtist0 replies on 2/4/2008 12:52 pm:
no...that was me being a voyeur in my own life. Does that make sense? I didn't think so?

rm_cumqueen0812 53F
57 posts
2/5/2008 9:35 pm

voyeur in your own life, like out of body experience?


AtomicArtist0 replies on 2/5/2008 11:01 pm:
its like I do all this deviant shit...then I think back on it and see it many different scenarios in fantasy...so I'm sort of voyeuring on my own life...sometimes making it a little more exciting...sometimes I'm taller with ripped abs and a squarer jaw...but its still me.

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