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Monday, 23 October 2017


I grinned at the image spread out for my view. Her hands and legs and securely tied and i smiled in absolute bliss. I have her right where i want her.

She flexed against the bonds and although the cuffs are firm, the insides are lined with sheepskin and very very soft-no marks against her beautiful skin.

I pressed the remote in my hands and i could see the sweat bead on her skin.. The vibrations roved deep in her ass.

She bucked and shook on the bed, but she refused to make any sound. I grinned. "You're not going to win this baby.." I laughed cockily.

I can imagine the spray of sensation happening to her right now. I could imagine she never expected it.

Her cunt was dripping pearly fluids and i saliently teased her opening. She looked into my eyes with fire dripping from them and i could see her will beginning to break.


He was the hottest guy ever was. I met him online- Instagram, to be precise. That day was the most awful work day ever- I was super tired and just wanted to crash.

I put some rice in the microwave to cook and i was browsing on my phone when i decided to go through my Direct messages.

I saw a lot of messages there and almost declined all, - they were all nasty, when my eyes caught one.

"I'd love to know you" it said. I paused and clicked on it. I browsed through his profile, but didn't see any images of him.

This caught my attention- I'm used to seeing guys upload their pictures and i replied his message.

Turned out he was online. The rest is history. He got to really know me. The deepest darkest recess of my mind,yet i didn't know what he looked like.

His voice was smoky dark and i always pictured someone very dark. He whispered sweet nonsense into my ears at night through the phone and seduced nudes out of me.

I send him pictures of my tits, cunt, deep inside my pussy and anything he wants. I was he slave.

He could have me at his whim, yet, i didn't know what he looked like. I became addicted to him and my day was not complete if we didn't communicate - it was the absolute online obsession.


This might be a cliché, but i fell in lust with her the moment i saw her profile. She's almost plain - but with big wide innocent looking eyes.

I dripped cum all over my bedsheets every time because of her. I jacked my cock off raw to images of her.

She was my absolution. My obsession. I saw her innocence and wanted to corrupt her. Absolutely.

I refused to send her any images of me. I wanted to envelope her mind. I want to enslave her mentally. I could be anybody, Yet nobody.

I sat between her legs and gently rotated the vibrator in her ass. She almost moaned and i grinned.

I suddenly pulled it out and screwed it back in.. and shoved my tongue up her cunt.

She gasped..


Finally, he agreed to meet me. I'd given all myself to him and received almost nothing in return.

I will follow him to the ends of the world i thought. I got an alert of a huge amount of money with a text message stating simply-
"Crystal Estate, House 211, continental, Abuja."

I didn't waste any time. I booked a flight to Abuja that night and got a taxi that dropped me right in front of his house.

Now, colour me Red. I was astonished. Don't judge me, but this man absolutely enslaved my mind. He could have been a serial killer or ritualist, but I was willing to follow my instincts and trust him.


"Ever had your ass eaten out..?" her eyes widened.
I slipped my mouth up her taint and licked up her ass crack. Her eyes strained wide..

"mmmfphhh" she moaned.. I shoved my tongue up her ass and thrust my fingers up her cunt.

Her restraints broke. She screamed wild into the high heavens and i grinned. She lost. She's going to marry me.


I entered the house and was impressed. Cool, clean lines. Abstract art. Beautiful patio. And the most gorgeous man ever.

He made me feel super conscious of my self. I'm not super beautiful or anything, but i felt it keenly that moment.

He engulfed me, and that was the end.

I split apart as the feelings roved me. I came and came.
"you came, tasha. You lost the bet, baby." I caught my breath.

He loosened the restraints, I sat up on the bed. "Give me a chance to make you lose control" He burst into laughter.

"I can never lose control. There's nothing u can make me do." he said.

I felt a mixture of confidence and meekness. I'm going to break him.


My pulse is pounding. So is my cock. I look at her and wonder what the fuck she’s thinking.

She urges me down onto my back, and I do it. I’m finding I’ll do almost anything she wants.

With one hand on my thigh, as if she has the strength to keep me down, she reaches behind her, and I watch curiously as she pools some of my warming lubricant in her palm.

If she thinks riding me will somehow make me lose control, she’s wrong, but it would feel fucking good.

I need to discipline her for disobeying, but I’m too curious to do anything but lie and watch her. I can punish her afterward. She lost already, i don't know what point she's trying to prove.

I watch with hooded eyes as she reaches for my cock. It throbs in anticipation of her touch.

Her hand hovers above me, and her eyes hold onto mine. “Can you trust me, too?” she whispers.

My heart hammers. What? She looks down, and I feel her knuckles graze my balls.

She rolls them in her palm, and I groan. Fuck; I may come vanilla style if she keeps on kneading them like that.

I jerk as her mouth closes around my cock and she starts to suck me off. My breaths quicken and the pressure building in my cock is making me want to be inside her pussy.

Her finger trails down my taint, and I’m so fucking horny, I grab the back of her head and push myself deeper down her throat.

I don’t meet many women who can take all of me, but tasha's damn near close. I start to pant…just like a fucking dog.

And then I feel her hand rove over my cock, balls, and down below, leaving a trail of tingly lube in its wake.

She teases my ass, and I start to tell her ‘no’; I’m not an assplay guy, not with my ass, anyway. The next heartbeat, she’s trying to push in.

I tense against her, lift my hips a little. “Tasha, no." I couldn't explain the sensation coursing through me.

“Please.” I grit my teeth. I can’t do this. Not even for her. Except she keeps going.

She wiggles her small fingertip inside, and a shudder rips through me. Breathe, I tell myself.

I sure as fuck never have done thus before. The next breath, and I know I can’t.

“Fuck.” She sinks her finger in, and the muscles in my lower belly start to tremble. “Tasha…” “Hold on,” she whispers.

She leans down and takes my cock back in her mouth, but I can’t let her keep it there.

I shift my hips, I shove my palm against her forehead; I don’t know how the fuck this happened, but I—“OH FUCK! Tasha FUCK!”

I wrap my hand around her head and sink my fingertips into her scalp as my ass lifts off the bed. “Oh fuck, oh fuckkkkkkk!”Her…finger…“Shit!”

She sucks my cock deeper into her throat, and I see fucking stars. Her finger straightens out again, and the tip of it—“FUCK! FUCK!—fuck me.”I think I feel her throat shake with laughter, but there’s no way to know for sure.

All my senses—all five plus that extra fucking one, the madness or whatever the fuck—are focused on her little fucking finger.

“What’s it…” What’s it DOING? I gasp as she brushes something deep down in my ass that feels…fucking incredible.

All I can hear is my own panting as she pushes further into me, and pleasure, so intense it almost feels like pain, makes my dick and balls hard as a fucking rock.

I’m panting, groaning. “Leah. Oh fuck. Leah.” I clutch her head with both my hands. “It…” feels so good.“ Oh God.

Her finger in my ass—I fucking hate it. But what she’s doing… Panting. Whatever the fuck she’s…Jesus… I don’t fucking know but—She brushes a little harder against it and I swear to God, my body lights up like a fucking star.

 “FUCK!” The fucking pleasure keeps on…shooting through me. I grind into the bed.

I push against her, unable to believe this feels this way. I thrust my dick into her throat and…explode…in a tidal wave of violence.

Fucking. Bliss. Sometime when my brain turns ‘on’ again, I lift my eyes open.

Tasha perched in front of me, wearing nothing but the teddy, sitting with her hands on her knees.

Her mouth tucks up into a little smile. I smile back at her, and then I feel her settle beside me; a second later, she starts to stroke my arm.

"You screamed like a woman, nick. We are even now." she lilted.
"Yes baby." I winked.

She's my raw desire.

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