Message-ID: <12257eli$9806171415@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Ca Meo" Subject: Instrumental foreplay (poem,pretentious,mf,mast,rape,sm,bond, viol) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Content-Type: text/plain Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19980617105728.25901.qmail@hotmail.com> Instrumental foreplay by Ca Meo (debut) [m/f, masturbation, rape, s&m, bondage, violence, poem] She caught my eye that day, and started dancing. Her arms extended all the way. She had the wind inside her t-shirt and it made her skin crawl. Her skin as well. She wasn't my girl yet, but she knew that wouldn't last too long. I stuck myself inside her head that day. She didn't love me anyway. She posed for me again. That's just the kind of girl she is. The buildings took me far away. They carried loads and more than me, that didn't help one bit. We made our love that night and I didn't feel a thing. I think it was her fault. Yeah, it was probably her fault. I tried to reveal the worst in her, but I seemed to be lost. I don't know what her flaw was. She was just moaning way too loud. I can't sleep. I rolled onto my side and saw her wide awake and so in love. Her legs extended all the way. She touched herself with little fingers picking up the wars we used to fight. Begging for forgiveness. As if she ever did anything wrong. Her hair down there could not be left alone. She seemed so useless on her own. She struck me down with every moan. Her center part was drowning in itself. She licked her finger and it glistened less. Less than just before. Perhaps the girl was just a whore. She showed me how her juices poured. A finger went inside. She felt her flesh, her meat and all her juices and the wind inside her t-shirt winding up inside my head. The quick and careful motions made her swing in beat with all the things I said. She rubbed and squeezed and made me feel so left alone. I felt so useless on my own. She hummed my favorite song. Oh god, she's gonna cum. That girl knows how to hum. Her finger still inside her I sat left behind, alone. So useless and so dumb. I hum some stupid song. Her belly button stretches for the sky. She screams and yells and then she starts to cry. She grabs onto her opening to make herself come down. I close her evening gown. We never make a sound. I fall asleep and something wakes me up. I never hear her scream for me to stop. I grab her by the hair and pull her all I can. She screams, but not from pain at first, at first she's just surprised. Her beauty is alive, her cheeks are blushed, her eyes are wide. She doesn't know what's going down. It seems my breathing makes her calm. I execute her high horse and her eyes are larger than her breasts. She shivers like a baby who has just had all foundation torn away. But it's just make-believe, I say. I know where you have been. She tries to make a whining sound, I guess she's really been around. I've let myself be fooled before. I have to let her go. She listens to me now. She hasn't got a choice. I pull her for a while, just dancing to her voice. Across the floor and through the door, it makes an awful sound. Just trumpet-like and loud. Except it's well-endowed. It's like her whine, without the pain, but more like someone mocking me. This isn't gonna set you free. Your life does not mean shit to me. She grabs onto my leg and begs for help. A slow and panting yelp. She seems so useless on her own. Cause girls are so confused, I start to shake. A slap her across the face, and she awakes. You're moaning now, or what? I tell her, laughing at my gain. We're in the fastest lane. We both can feel her pain. It's rushing through my veins. It makes love to my brain. The slap left feelings pumping out of me. I do it one more time and bite my teeth. I do it one more time and bite my teeth. My guilt goes to the right and pleasure to the left. It has to seek it out, the heart, cause that's where it feels best. I think she wants to tell me yes. I think she wants to take the test. She lies down on her stomach on the floor. Obeys me just once more. She knows how to adore. I think that's what I love about her smile. Sometimes it turns to something wild and vile. Her cotton panties trapped inside. Her t-shirt dancing in the light. The wind can start a thousand fights. It tries to make my mind go right. She always wears the same, because she doesn't like her lingerie. It too uncomfortable, she'll say. I guess that's just her way. But cotton's hot as well. Although I'll never tell. I don't want her to yell. She likes to lie there, shaking there in front of me. Her heat enough to set her free. Along with her psychology. The panties tight against her skin. Remind me of a deadly sin. I know where it has been. She opens up her crack to let it in. The girl lies, tiny and afraid. She knows it's time to get her laid. She knows this time she won't get paid. She knows I'm just a tool she's made. The t-shirt makes me cry, I say. It's always in the fucking way. This time the t-shirt has to pay. I have to rip the shirt away. To shread the thing in two. To prove my love is true. She's stopped resisting now, and so I fall in love. She's naked and she's cold. Her skin begins to crawl. She's sitting on the floor, all beaten and betrayed. Her arms crossed all the way. Don't worry, that's okay. I take the largest string I find and tie her in a knot. Of course she whines a lot. I make her keep it shut. She looks so useless on her own. She looks at me in precious tone. A little pile of flesh and bone. I'm gonna make that bitch go moan. A couple times around her hands, a couple times around her tits. She sees it had to be a man who showed her where the power fits. The rope is just as tight right now, she twists and bites and turns. I think she said it burns. I don't think she thinks I care. Atleast her skin is red, I say. She cries and gasps for air. I grab the rope and rub it up and down. I think it has to burn by now. And that's what love is all about. She starts to cry and feels ashamed. She's really learned to love the game. Today she's gonna yell MY name. Today she's gonna yell my name. I put my hand inside her lap and then I squeeze and pull and shove. I think she falls in love. At least she closes her eyes. She lies down on her back on my command. Or my demand. Or maybe even and. I kick her once for fun, she tells me "ow" and frowns again. I touch her once again. She bites it once again. I tell her just once more and force myself inside her head. I think she understands. She makes her lip go red. She bites it down and gnaws on it until she starts to bleed. She takes the things she needs. A woman now, indeed. She cries again, and bleeds as well, oh god, I love that girl to hell. She opens up her brain to me, as if I didn't have the key, and pays for my respect. I bend and push eject. I gag her cause she's making too much noise. Distracting me with things about her voice. I know she has to know it's not her choice. I put the panties right inside, with tape on top to make her stop. I would have used a handkerchief, but I want her to be comfortable. I slip a finger through to touch her, try to push it far. It makes its way, it slides away, it isn't all that hard. But something is. Hah hah. I make a motion in-and-out, she coughs, responding to my shout. But that's the best of all. Oh god, she's gonna cum. I keep the rythm up. Just in-and-out and never stop, I know she wants to cry and stuff. I guess it was a happy cough. She starts to arch her back again. A noise comes through the tape and then! It is a moan, I say. I cry my fears away. A jagged little pearl. Oh god, I love that girl. I find a sheet and pull it over her. The tape comes of, I could've sworn she purred. I let her lie there for a while before I take the rope and let her go. She has a certain glow. I think she knows I know. I help her get inside the shower cleaning off the dirt. Keeping all the hurt. That's the least of what she's earned. She comes outside and smiles to me along with her psychology. It's just pretend-psychology. Although it never fails for me. It certainly seems real. She knows just how I feel. She poses for me once again and gives me one more kiss. Oh god, I love that girl. That's just the kind of girl she is. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----