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Another story from Prurient Interests has been honored by Sugasm! Thanks for everyone who enjoyed "Blood Red Saturday Night." Big thanks again to Angela St. Lawrence of ZenFetish.com for the help and sinspiration.
The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #112? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.
This Week’s Picks
Fighting The Dominatrix Stereotype
“She wanted a man for a boyfriend, not a doormat.”
“Say my name, over and over.”
“My body is flexed, and held in place, and the onslaught is relentless.”
Mr. Sugasm Himself
Pic(k) of the Day
A Brief History of (My) Fucking
Dec 20, 2007
This was a fantasy that Angela St. Lawrence of ZenFetish.com and I explored recently. I know that I didn't do justice to her words but this captures some of the kink and the fun we have together.
It was as if I was the only one who saw her and I just didn't know how that could have been. She stood nearly six feet tall in her platform heels. Taller if you considered the way she piled her hair on her head in something that reminded me of Elvira meets Amy Winehouse. Her clothes as dark as her black hair which offset her pale skin and red lips even more. My eyes trailed down her exquisitely curved body, pausing at her wasp waist and hourglass hips. However, it was her eyes that truly captivated me. They were nothing if not the definition of violet. They were the kind of eyes that a person could get lost in. And, those eyes were focused solely on me.
I tore my eyes away and looked around. Seeing how striking she was, I thought for sure that everyone else would be looking at her but no one seemed to even realize she was there. She came closer, the scent of her perfume was intoxicating though there was a sweet sourness that underlay it. She didn't say a word as she sat across from me. I would have pinched myself to see if I was dreaming had it not been for the sharp sensation I felt on the back of my hand as she lay hers over mine, her sharp nails scraping my skin as she did.
I offered her a drink, which she shrugged off. The din of the bar was intense, making conversation almost impossible. Yet, when she finally spoke it sounded like her mouth was right next to my ear. "Let's get out of here," she said. I couldn't help but comply.
"You drive," she said as we walked out of the bar.
She sat as close to me as she could in the car. She must have caught a chill as I couldn't feel the warmth from her body despite her proximity. She had her legs pulled up slightly under her, giving me a great view of her black fishnet stockings. I even caught a glimpse of the garter that held them up. It took everything I had to concentrate on the road and heed her directions as we left town.
We drove out past the suburbs and into what used to be farm country. It was still haven for some of the old grand mansions with the occasional ant colony condominiums dotting the landscape. She lived in one of the old homes. The only way to describe it was "Gothic," with its ornate door and windows. I couldn't see all of it in the dark but the lamps outside gave me a hint of how big the place might be.
I parked in her circle drive and followed her up to her front door, watching her shapely behind as she took the stairs. Again, I couldn't believe just how lucky I was at being picked up by such a beautiful woman.
Going into her house, however, was another story...
Rather than the warm and cozy interior I was expecting, the entire first floor of her house was a single room. Absolutely austere save for stairwells leading up and down and a single raised dais illuminated from an unseen light source above. The stage was about three feed above the floor on some kind of solid base. It looked to be granite or marble and it looked like something straight out of either a morgue or a sacrificial chamber!
I found that I had stopped dead in my tracks. She took me by the hand, the shock of her cold fingers waking me to more of my surroundings. She pulled me forward, looking back at me and smiling a dangerous smile. Her white teeth caught the low light of the room and the seemed to be illuminated from within. She lead me to the low stage and reached up to start unbuttoning my shirt.
While I felt drawn into her eyes again, I began to hear scratching sounds and wondered if she had pets and where they could be kept in this austere abode. Suddenly, my mind was filled with an image that was clearer than anything I might see with my own eyes...
I saw three women. They were garbed in tatters. What they wore was white at one time but now was smeared with dirt and gore. They were all gorgeous, albeit anemic. They were in a frenzy like starved animals smelling a kill. Then I saw closer... one of the women had two terrific gouges on her throat. The next had the same marks but around her exposed breast. The third bore them on her mons veneris.
Without reason, I knew that these creatures were the source of the scratching sounds and I knew that I would be joining them if I didn't leave right then. Yet, my feet stood firm as her hands worked to undo the final button on my shirt and begin to undo my belt. Was it that I couldn't move or wouldn't? I thought about those craven creatures below and their sad fate but wondered how bad it would be in reality. After all, didn't they each get to see this woman every day? Didn't they experience pleasure beyond imagination? Were these my own thoughts or someone else's?
She had my pants off. I was naked before her while she remained fully clothed. She pushed me back onto the dais and the stone chilled me. My body filled a depression in the stone almost perfectly, my head resting at the top as if it were made for a body to lay in.
She climbed atop me with a speed he didn't think possible. She straddled me at the waist, pushing my hard cock against my body. She looked down and smiled again. It was only then that I noticed just how sharp and menacing her incisors looked.
I snuck a look down and saw her naked pubis. Her pubic hair was the same raven color as the hair on her head. It stood in stark contrast to her alabaster skin which was, like the stone, cooler than it should have been. She grasped my cock in her long-nailed hand and placed it against her opening. She began to slide down my shaft and she gave such a sigh of pleasure that it sounded as if her life had depended on it. I imagine that it was the same sound a person crossing the desert might make when getting their first drink of cool water.
She bent over me, and I could smell her scent stronger. Her sickly sweet odor was heady. Her hair cascaded around me, making it seem that we were in a curtained room with only her pale face visible before me. Her smile changed into a leer that filled my eyes. She lunged at my neck and felt her cool lips on my comparatively hot flesh. And then I felt her tongue.
I could tell that she wasn't so much licking me... as tasting me.
The feel of her tongue was unnatural. It felt like a piece of meat from the grocery store deli case. She licked along my neck and I shuddered, though my cock didn't falter as she squeezed it tighter inside of her, so tight that I felt trapped there beneath her.
Trapped, but not caring. Wanting. I wanted whatever she was doing. I wanted it more than life itself. I felt her muscles grasping me, fucking without moving. Then I felt a terrible and wonderful pain and she sank her teeth into my throat. I could actually hear the sound of my blood flowing out. It was then, as my blood gushed out of my neck that I came inside of her.
She leaned back and howled triumphantly, crimson dripping from her mouth, looking like stage blood against her ashen features. The sound that came out of her wasn't human. It wasn't even like that of any animal I'd ever heard. Whatever it was, the scratching from below was joined by a similar sound, muffled but unmistakable. She fell upon me again, feasting from me as my cock continued spurting inside of her in one of the longest, most satisfying orgasms of my life.
I must have blacked out shortly thereafter. When I awoke, I heard those same scratching sounds from earlier but they were much louder and closer now...
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I managed to make it into Sugasm 107! Big Fun in a Small Space
The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #108? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.
This Week’s Picks
Half-Nekkid Blow Job
” We could hear people walking past and talking so they’d be able to hear us as well.”
Masturbation on a Memory
“I let the first time I had sex with your flash back though my mind.”
Reality Check: Handling Long Calls
“While I get my share of quick cummer calls I have several clients that like to talk for hours.”
Mr. Sugasm Himself
A Non-Monogamy Lexicon