Tuesday, April 6th, 2010 the Wolf?
Elli suggested changing the title of one of my writings originally entitled the Wolf to better reflect her latter contribution to the work. The idea was to better reflect Our Work. I don’t have a problem with that after all I simply named it after the last name of the person doing the presentation in the story. Elli suggested Savage Creatures, Polarized Gravity, Magnetic Thrust or Praying Mantis. I was playing around with Aggressive Passion, Sadistic Intentions, Desire Me or Inflicted Emotion. I don’t know, the Wolf is so simple… Anyway, here is the writing. Yes it’s true, yes it’s has adult content and yes it will offend somebody, at some point, somewhere, so stop reading now…
the Wolf
His version Jan 31st 10
We had a great time at the role-playing class with Julian Wolf. My head was spinning with ideas as we drove home. I had several hours before I had to leave and was looking forward to our time together. Clayton had been in a weird mood all day, but I was learning to become accustomed to the ups and downs. I was just hoping that that his mood wouldn’t spoil the rest of the day.
I longed for the warmth of her cunt but my intentions would be cold and cruel like the merciless winter wind. I would treat her like the sex toy she was, temporary and disposable.
I take her deep within the belly of my lair where candles fight back the shadows of brutality and incense lingers in the air. Poor thing probably thought we were going to have a romantic interlude as I lead her to the bed and laid her down. At first I kiss her gently, then I grab a handful of hair and yank it hard. I look her in the eyes and smile thinking, “I’m going to enjoy each and every minute of this bitch!” I kiss her again, this time I press hard on her lips and thrust my tongue deep in her mouth. She is mine for the taking. I rise up above her, I am the predator and she is my prey. I slap her hard on both sides of her face before forcing my cock in-between her legs. There is nothing nice or gentle upon this night of loathing, only brute force and the relentless pounding of my fist and cock upon her battered and bruised body. My hands are tight around her throat, as I become a jackhammer between her legs, and the sweat of my rage drips upon her forehead.
I take my cock out and look her in the eyes before grabbing her arm tightly, standing her up and shoving her over to the far wall. I grab a handful of hair and yank it hard before forcing my tongue deep into her mouth. I want her to remember just how anger tastes. I pull away quickly and slap her on the face hard, then grab her fragile neck tightly with my right hand. I watch her closely like a hawk. If I cut the blood flow off for a short time she merely passes out, but if I cut the blood flow off a little longer… she dies. Her life is firmly in my hands. I can see her consciousness withdraw and her body begins to wither. I snatch a hand full of hair and force her mouth open and thrust my cock in. She sucks it with the passion of an experienced lover. I pull my cock out and slap her face again before bending her over the bed. I remove my belt and begin to give her violent lashings on her sweet ass, for not deep throating my cock to my complete likening. Elli tries to squirm away so I hit her harder. She doesn’t move until I say she moves and not a second sooner!
I grab her hips and fuck her doggie style over the side of the bed, with a complete disregard for her pleasure or her pain. She is here to serve me at my leisure. Her needs are secondary if at all. I pull my cock out again and push her up all the way onto the bed and roll her over before mounting her in the missionary position. I fuck her hard and fast, slapping her repeatedly. I pause only to choke her, letting her feel my strength. I stand her up again and drag her to the wall. She can barely stand at this point, but that doesn’t really matter. She’ll be on her knees soon enough. My fists bury themselves on the side of her body. I brace one side of her face and slap the other thoroughly enjoying her whimper. Then I grab my belt and wrap it firmly around her neck, pulling tightly. The muscles in my forearms bulge and I grit my teeth in delight as her face reddens. I loosen the belt from her neck before she looses complete consciousness and she falls to her knees where she belongs.
I grab the back of her head and force her to deep throat my cock. As my rock hard cock reaches the back of her throat, she can’t help but to gag. She attempts to pull back, but I force her to go deeper onto my cock. Back and forth, she’s not done until I say she’s done! I want to explode in her mouth but I’m not done fucking her yet. I grab her head with both of my hands and bring her down hard on my cock. She gags again this time, puking on my cock and the floor. This carelessness act on her part might have detracted from any other scene, but today it simply adds to the debauchery. So, without even wiping my cock off I toss her face forward onto the bed and enter her from behind. I grab a handful of hair and pull her head back, holding it tight as I fuck her hard and deep. Her moans are of pleasure and of pain and I love every minute of it. I drag her further up the bed and roll her back over and fuck her in the missionary position again. I need to see her face as my cock pounds relentlessly deep within her cunt. I want to see her pay homage to the decadence of our experience as I become as a raging bull. I am in the moment. This one is mine to own.
I pull my cock out of her dripping wet cunt and insert the first two of my five fingers. Her hips respond by a hypnotic dance as moans echo off the chamber walls. I insert the rest of my fingers and begin to drive my hand in with more force. “Good girl” I say as push my entire hand deeper. She moans louder. The motion of her hips becomes more pronounced as my fisting becomes more forceful. She begins to struggle a bit, so I wrap my left arm around her waist, and pull her body down on my fist. I am fisting her harder and faster and pinning her body down with my left shoulder. Her breath quickens and I can hear her heart beat in the room. Oh, how I love to fist fuck her! My closed fist hits her cervices repeatedly, sending her into a wild erotic frenzy! Harder, faster, deeper my fist is buried deep within her cunt and I become the god of ecstasy, a whirlwind of unbridled desire. Even I, in my brute strength can no-longer hold her still, so I withdraw my fist from its favorite place and stick my cock back in. Her cunt is warm, wet and all embracing. Every man’s dream! I fuck her hard and rough, like a beast in the field. My fury explodes deep within her as our essences mingle in the fire, which is our passion. I pull my cock out, and again insert two fingers that find their way to her g-spot. With a constant flicker, I summon her longing to come hither. Her hips are up in the air, and she grabs the damp sheet with both hands. Her leg muscles tighten and her breath quickens. She embraces the holy rapture with every inch of her body, and her being ascends unto the heavens. Her ejaculation is like a wellspring of bliss… the fountain of youth.
As I etch this memory upon her mind for all eternity, and transform it into words for all to see. I am again reminded how much I love her, and how fortunate I am to have her in my life. I am here, now, alive within the flesh. One with my desire.
Her version Jan 31st 10
We had a great time at the role-playing class with Julian Wolf. My head is spinning with ideas as we drive home. I have several hours before I had to leave and am looking forward to our time together. Clayton has been in a weird mood all day, but I am learning to become accustomed to the ups and downs. I am just hoping that his mood wouldn’t spoil the rest of the day.
He takes me down into his room. A place I have come to love. It’s simple and spare…and dark, just like him.
He lays me back on the bed then leans back and looks at me. The look in his eyes sends a shiver of anticipation down my spine. He leans in for a kiss and I breath deep, smelling the head sent that is his breath. I gasp as he grabs my hair and yanks hard. I look up at the evil glint in his eye and think, “ Yay!! This is going to be fun!” He kisses me again. This time aggressively. Then he slaps my face. Hard. He’s never hit me so hard before. I feel the jolt of it all the way down my spine as my face stings and burns. I look up at him again, and at this point I realize. He had let go. He wasn’t going to hold back this time. There would be no making love, not even the rough, earth shattering sex we had come to love so much. He was going to fuck me and beat me, as long and as hard as I could take. Would he push me past my limits? God I hoped so! In the reverberating pause after the ringing bell of my realization, my only thought was “Ahh, Finally!”
He mounts me quickly, using his hands around my throat to pull me down onto his cock. I love when he chokes me! My face begins to turn red, but he lets go and slaps my face before the blood can drain away, making my eyes tear. He fucks me so hard the bed moves. Sliding a good foot away from the wall with the momentum of his thrusts. Suddenly, he pulls out. I am left aching at the loss of him between my legs. Before I can think, he grabs my arm and drags me out of the bed. I see where we are going as I try to get my feet under me. We’ve been here before and I’m looking forward to it! He slams my back against the wall and I pliantly stay where he wishes. I know I’ll get what I want if I’m just patient. He grabs my hair, pulling me up on my toes as he kisses me. He pulls away fast and slaps me again with force. I begin to cry. It REALLY hurts. I wonder idly if my face will bruise. In this moment I can’t make myself care and I’m certainly not going to call a stop! He wraps his hand around my neck once again squeezing tight. It feels good, but I want more. He moves his hand just slightly and hits my cordid artery. “There it is.” My head begins to buzz deliciously and the world goes fuzzy. I watch my hand on his shoulder slow slide down this arm as my visions begins to tunnel. Suddenly, he releases and breath comes rushing in.
He grabs my hair and pushes me down, presenting me with his erect cock. I can taste my fluids on him, as I take him into the back of my throat. Oral is not my favorite, but I know how much he loves it, and so I suck eagerly as my earlier tears still tremble on my cheeks. Suddenly, he pulls out of my reach. Swinging back for another blow to my face. My tears spring fresh. He pulls me up and tosses me over the end of the bed. I think he’s going to fuck me again, but instead he pulls off his belt. Peaking over my shoulder I see, and brace myself. I’m ready for anything, or so I think. He swings back and puts his whole arm into the blow. It bites like fire! I shriek and cry, clinging desperately to the bed. I love a good beating, but in the past I’ve always been restrained. Now I’m free to move, to escape if I dare. My will keeps me attached to the bed, but I can’t NOT move. Despite my best efforts to stay still, I try to squirm away from the lash as more fire falls. Fortunately, he doesn’t have the patients to beat me for long. He’d much rather get back to fucking me. Next, he pushes me up on the bed and onto my knees. I love being fucked from behind and push my hips back into him as he slams into my cervics over and over. I’m still light headed from the breath play, and have now had so many orgasms, that I feel light and weak. My tears are so thick that as I can’t see as he pushes me down all the way onto the bed and rolls me over. He slaps my face again and again as he continues to fuck me. I feel my lip start to swell and the bruises to rise. The only relief is when he pauses to choke me, cutting off my whole body sobs. Each time he swings back to strike, I cringe now. The only thing keeping me from calling red is my stubborn determination not to give in. ”You can beat the shit out of me, but I wont come give in. I wont call out to save myself”, I think. I would have smiled if my face didn’t hurt so much. I wonder idly in the back of my head weather he would stop if I passed out? While my mind wanders, he grabs me again and drags me off the bed. I’m mildly surprised to find my feet don’t work right as he pushes me against the wall. He has to hold me in place to keep me upright. My hair is in my face, being held there by snot from my crying. I want to move it out of the way so I can see him, but before I get a chance, he punches me in the side as well as on my already weak legs. “REALLY!” I think in sarcastic disgust. “I mean he’s already holding me up! Oh well, more work for him.” I think with satisfaction as more sobs rack me. He braces my face and slaps me again! I let out a whimper. I guess he can’t see how much bruising there is in the dark. I’m going to really take great pleasure in his discomfort when he does see it later. He grabs his belt again, and expecting more lashes I cringe. Instead he wraps it around my neck. My crying cuts off quickly with my breath. I don’t care about not being able to breath. It’s the buzzing that cutting the blood flow creates that I love, and the belt hits the spot just right! I don’t even feel like I’m chocking. There is no pain. The world just narrows down to a small point as darkness eats the edges and the buzzing increases. My body goes liquid as the world fades and darkness encloses. I don’t even feel myself fall. He releases the belt and grabs my arm, halting my fall before I’m even fully to the floor. I feel a small surge of disappointment as the world comes rushing back.
He tries to set me on my knees, but my body is still to liquid and I fall back not caring. He pulls me up again holding me in place this time until I find my balance. His cock is before my eyes, but my mind is still far away, so he pushes his way into my mouth. The feel of his cock, and the jolt at the back of my throat as he thrusts, provides an anchor back to reality. Suddenly, my mind kicks in and I join him in the motion, taking him as deep as I can. He grabs the back of my head and presses me far down on his cock, not letting me come up for air. I begin to choke, feeling my bile rise. He lets up and I try to swallow it back down, but can’t since his cock is still in the way. He pulls away, stepping back as bile and our lunch comes pouring out. I think sadly of the good food we had enjoyed. He pulls me to my feet and I think he’ll give me a towel to wipe my self off before we continue, but not today. My whole front is covered and it runs down my leg. I try to hold myself just above the bed as he pushes me down and forward; not wanting to get the mess on the sheets and make him anymore angry than he already is. He forces me down anyway. “Oh well,” I think as the mess rubs off, “At least its not on ME anymore”. I don’t stay there long though as he pulls me back up to fuck me doggy style again. He grabs my hair arching my back and neck. The bed is moving again with the force of his fucking. He roughly shoves it back into place as he rolls me over and climbs atop me again. I’m moaning and sobbing at the same time now. The sounds are almost the indistinguishable.
He pulls out of me once more, gentler now. He sits between my legs and quickly finds my G-spot with two fingers. Moaning I lift my hips in the air, arching to give him better access to that magic spot. But he doesn’t stay there long. Soon all the fingers are in. He calls me “Good girl”, as his hand picks up more rhythm. In and out, going a little further with each trip it makes. I begin to move with him, making the passage easier. The tears are all gone, and my moans begin to change to guttural animal sounds as he slips in past the wrist. It’s too intense! I can’t hold still, and begin to writhe on the bed, disturbing his motion. He leans forward and traps me with his shoulder, while holding on for dear life with one arm. He is punch fucking me violently now, his fist moving freely in and out as my orgasms open me up. He holds on by a thread. We both know that in the throws of orgasms this intense, I could easily dislodge him and knock him to the floor. Before I do this against my will he stops, but before I can catch my breath he mounts me one last time. Every nerve is alive from the fisting, and I come screaming from the depths of my soul as we both melt into the abyss. I shiver as he pulls out; his come pouring out behind him. I am incoherent, and couldn’t move if the bed caught fire. This of course, he decides, is the perfect time for one last transcendent orgasm. I’m truly not sure I have another on in me, but my body responds to his skillful working of my G-spot. He loves to watch, so once again I lift my hips, giving him a better view while meeting his finger strokes with my own motion. The noises coming out of my mouth barely sound human. More a sound of pain, than pleasure. I think at some point though, when the pleasure becomes too intense the sounds become the same. I cling to the bed with my upper body, while the rest of me is beyond control. I’m so far gone in orgasm that I don’t even feel my ejaculation. My nerves are too over loaded. It’s all blinding whiteness. As he finally lets me go and my body falls limply to the bed, the only thought in my head is, “My god! That’s as closes to perfection as we’ve ever come.
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