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Brooke_ray
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Running Away
Pt.II
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This was the moment…the first note of the opening number of their impromptu performance… His hand descended, and the tender tissue of her eyelids crinkled, she clamped them shut so severely. The long held breath she had stolen from the air, she gave back on a hiss through the barricade of securely shut jaw.
Again…the racket his second swat made, stung not only her bottom, but also somehow stung the air….ripped through and tore a big hole in it’s atmosphere…..intruded with such an explosive pop that resounded like a firecracker going off in a tin can!
The degree of burn that accompanied it, was fierce and unexpected……and her lips unlatched and a cry sang out, And in retaliation she dug her nails into the bed of his blue jeans, whipping her head around to glare through blackened bangs….. And he returned the glare with a look that conveyed he could quite easily eat her alive….swallow her whole….starting with her bottom……
Ravenous lakes of blue….sparking with his enticement…..and she felt a small flutter somewhere low…no….couldn’t be butterflies in her tummy, that was a little high…..this flutter, this stirring was simmering much, much lower, much deeper, well past the equator of her abdomen…..
Another startling slap, the sting severe…She rocked across his lap as her instincts kicked in and he responded with wrapping the vines of her hair around his hand and yanking her head back, her chin forced up and—
SMACK!
The arch in her spine somehow steepened….Her bottom more elvated, than it was in the genesis of its positioning…… More words………Then an arsenal of slow, solid smacks unleashed……did the roses match her bottom now? She wondered, as she twisted and he contained and did not let her slide off even as she teetered that way….That arm wrapped tight, holding close……..securing her, no matter how she wiggled or how much she fussed. Giving her what she wanted…what she needed…what she had to have…….
Then, she felt his fingers walking, finding and teasing the band of elastic that tapered her hips…and all she could do was let go of a moan…..a soft sustaining whimper full of depraved premonition……….chill bumps exploded like shrapnel, littering her back in their brail-like rash of sensitivity. Sweet, sweet dread…..
The elastic gave as his fingers curled and he began a torturous tug. In a matter of seconds, her bottom was unveiled and she was rewarded with a slight breeze of oxygen abandoning his lungs, as he let go of a strange, brand of sigh….aching…an aching sigh…most probably summoned over the sight of those “roses” now blooming on her blushing bottom….
Her panties were lowered well past the backs of her thighs and then….that hand…..That hand came to stroke and caress, skim and somehow savor…..The fire it had conjured that simmered deep in the swell of each of her cheeks, throbbed out it’s greeting as that hand began to trace the roses, lingering on a favorite blossom, his hand nurturing the inflamed flesh until she realized that she was breathing in a steady, almost peaceful cadence…..
She allowed herself to open her eyes, and began a timid turn of her head, wanting to look his way….wanting to see the expression on his face…. SMACK!! Her entire body released a scream of betrayal as her bottom was assaulted with one more...sure smack….she shrieked in surprise a stiff streak of blue……. And even though she couldn’t see his face….she thought he might be smiling………
And that hand fell…Again and again…each time slow…but each time hard…each assault, a sure strike….left , then right…then centered…..Methodical, calculated, swats….like a solid, thumping bass line. Bare hand on bare bottom, her spanking continued as the internal fire spread. She began to grapple within his casings, undulating her hips up and down upon his lap, struggling to break free…..trying to get away from the ruthless wrath of his relentless hand………
Then it came…..that moment of hysteria, a frantic frenzy …a suffocating clutch of claustrophobia…..When she realized that she could not escape… realized she could not wrestle away……… Trapped…..confined, pinned tight and squeezed close. Her bottom at his bidding…..yep, her tail for his taking…….
This was the moment, this instant of understanding. When the feelings and the anxiety and the rhythm of the spanks and the sensations and the scents all intertwined, enveloped and pulled her under an indescribable wave of………………………….dark, forbidden, glorious, gluttonous gratification!
When her face twisted with dose after dose of somehow prettypain, and her pitch rose to meet the percussion of his swats, as her bottom tilted to meet his hand even as the rest of her tried to yank away. There came a storm of helplessness that consumed her….the panic, somehow turned to pleasure…… Why?
The question always entered her mind….Why did the sensation of pain and flesh on flesh and denim scratching, breath laboring, hips bucking, muscles tightening, hands clutching, mind caving, vision swirling, heart stampeding…….WHY!? WHY!? WHY!?….did it turn her on so damn much???
Alas…no time to ponder…..
The burning south of the border of her belly, had gone from simply simmering to feeling like a pressure cooker with it’s lid on too tight…temperature set to high….contents inside bubbling, toiling, rapidly racing to an impossible degree of heat….on the verge of…..
EXPLODING!
Even now…..she was still surprised…each time he spanked her to orgasm.
Still, even more surprised at how good it felt…….No matter how hard he spanked……..the pleasure came and turned the pain to something else… Legs opened and teeth clenched and she gave into the unexplainable delight, as the lightening cracked outside, in time with the thunder of his hand, and the wind against the pane somehow matched that which she heard rustling in and out of his lungs. And her body was no longer twisting, and her hands were no longer struggling...they were simply…holding on….Holding on for dear life as the rapture swept through…..It was all she could do to hang on for the ride!
Then….surreal stillness……The room’s colors were shining unnaturally bright. The lines of objects no longer crisp and defined, rather, everything was fuzzy and that hand was no longer hard, rather it had taken on the form of an extremely, indulgent massage implement.
“I’m a bad girl.” She reminded him, her lilt lazy, her southern showing. She had no strength to sharpen consonants or shorten syllables. “Only bad girls cum from bad girl spankings.”
A rattling of sigh, a controlled intake of air, as his palm polished her burgundy backside. Then a bit of argument. His tone was husky, “ Well…..there’s something to be said about bad girls.”
And though he couldn’t see her face as she stared down at the carpet………she was smiling…..
Eventually, she was somehow lifted from his lap, and transferred to the king sized bed……of questionable history…..
Still warm and dazed, swaddled in a force field of afterglow, she felt only the vague sensation of being placed on her back….somewhere above her head, she heard the buckle of his forgotten belt jangle out a greeting as they descended. His tshirt, she slowly realized had somehow been stripped from her body….now, how the hell did that happen? Drunk from her spanking, looking up into his face, eyes shining, ethereal blue fire…..claiming her….she felt in that moment like a possession….a possession of pleasure….and she liked the way that felt….His......
And then…..
He began a different sort of descent…a different sort of journey…..a new rhythm of song…….Except, instead of using his hand…he used his mouth……
She felt his stubble graze the secret shadows of her inner thighs, as they were parted and he discovered the evidence of her recent satisfaction and savored with a tongue that dove and a mouth that devoured. She stared at the ceiling, listening to the rain, the music of ecstasy blasting at full volume between her ears.
Occasionally she would cast her clouded eyes down to settle them on his short spikes of blonde hair, as the mist waxed his jaw…..and beneath them, her bottom still burned…..
She was not a girl of many demands…….She had decided long ago that this talent he possessed was quite enough to keep her with him forever. Some men, she pondered didn’t care to do this….some men did it out of necessity…and then….some did it because they were addicted….. She was so glad that her man was a junkie…..
She was speaking in a bizarre, undiscovered language by the time he came up for air. Like those chuch goin’ folk she’d seen when she was little who had the spirit and talked in tongues….sometimes jumping over pews…Hell, she couldn’t move….much less attempt to hurtle over something! So she just lay their instead, feeling as if her entire body was melting into the mattress…….of the king sized bed…. of questionable history……..
“So you like to read?” She’d asked, hands in pockets, eyes skimming each and every item in his room the first time she’d crossed the threshold.
She admitted she could be a bit nosey…..hell a bit of a plunderer if she had enough time to dig through stuff, she would more times than not, give into the temptation.
“Yeah, among other things.”
“That’s cool.” Skim, skim…..what an eccentric place…looked like a nook you might find in an underground safe house. Walls stuffed to capacity with odds and ends….glossy jackets bizarre tittles, lots and lots of books on art music…..foreign places……some sort of mural sized pie chart on the wall…five or six laptops open on the bed, all blinking and displaying words and diagrams she couldn’t understand…..
“Whatcha’ doin’ with those?”
“Just working on something.” Slap Slap. He’d closed them all quickly, and she’d given a quizzical pout.
“Alrighty then…..” She’d shuffled her feet to ripple a finger or five over a shelf full of books…..read the titles out loud. She had a few of these in her own home….she’d smiled at that…and uh, a few of these others she did not…Wella’, howdy doo…….my, these are mighty interesting titles…..
Give Her What She Wants
How to Make Her Climax Every Time….
The Fine Art of Anal Sex……….um, Hello!!
The Nine Levels of Female Pleasure
She’d tried really hard not to drool….kept her cool, until he’d left the room to take a stroll down the barrack’s hallway to the geedunk machines to get her a Hershey Bar and a cold can of Pepsi. And she’d flown over to his bookcase like a house a’fire, snatched at that last one her eyes had latched onto and flipped it open and read………
“Women are capable of reaching nine levels of pleasure, nine levels of orgasm. Unfortunately the average housewife usually only experiences up to level four. Read on to unlock the secrets of the nine levels that will give you the wild, uninhibited lover every man craves….”
My, my, my…this was some entertaining reading, indeed…
According to the description of level nine, she should be clawing at the sheets, toes curling, growling like an animal, biting at the air……sometimes, it said….she might very well pass out….
She’d thought it was getting rather hot in the room as she’d read over that little paragraph…..she thought personally she might have made it to level seven……maybe……but pass out? P’shaw!
She’d snapped the book shut, as she’d heard the door knob turning, popped it back into it’s respective place on the slats of wood and had turned around to find Mr. Candyman back with his presents of chocolate and caffeine. Her eyes had been oozing guilt…nipples absolutely rigid.
“You can borrow any you like.” He’d been smiling, as he’d nodded at the shelves.
“Oh really? Thanks.” She’d grabbed at the jackets blindly, not even looking , fumbling until her fingers had fallen on a random title and yanked it down and into her hands.
“I was rather interested in this one.”
“That one?” She’d looked down, horrified to see she was holding a King James version of the Bible in her hands. Jesus and his Momma! Of all the ones to grab off the shelf, she’d snatched a bible! God was watching her, she’d surmised. God had a sense of humour. She’d glanced up at the sky, waiting for the lightening to come and split open the ceiling.
“Yep,” Her explanation had come out awkward and stumbling, “I was thinking about the New Testament the other day.”
“The New Testament?” His eyes had ruptured with laughter. Thought he maintained a most magnificent of poker face.
“Oh yes! The New Testament…Matthew, Mark, Luke and um…..”
“John.” They had both said in unison…
“Yep, John….So anyways…I can’t find my Bible…..isn’t that awful?”
“Horrible.”
“Yeah, so…” She'd clutched the holy book to her chest, and smiled her most innocent of smiles, wondering if perhaps he had a shovel hidden somewhere in this room that seemed to hold a little bit of everything, just in case she needed to dig herself out of an ever deepening hole. "Sooo…I’ll borrow this, and um…read up!”
“Okay.” He’d been watching her like a man watches someone he’s trying to talk down off a ledge…Cautious, not getting too close….wondering what she might do next.“ Keep it as long as you like…my mother mailed it to me….” He’d rolled his eyes.
“’Kay….I will.” She’d feigned ecstasy over the fact that she now had a King James version in her hot little hands. Dying of embarrassment……positively…….
She’d gone home and thought about just dunking her head in a sink full of water. Really, really wanting to read more of the those “other” books….Nine levels, nine levels, indeed…. “Wonder if that boy could make me pass out??” She’d pondered over this. “Could happen…Tis possible…Reading is knowledge…and knowledge is power…..”
NOW……….
If someone had been there to decipher the mystifying words coming out of her mouth this is what they would have no doubt interpreted… “Well darlin’….you have converted me!……..You have made me a believer! You are the Messiah of my vagina…and have shown me a bounty of miracles….Behold! The burning bush!"
Was that sunlight peeking though the cheap drapes? Sunlight……where the real world was…….No Scat, shoo, go away!!…..I want to stay in the shadows a bit longer……I want to stay right here…….
He was up on his knees….and out of sheer primal reflex she tried to scramble up after him, arms weak, yet reaching out to take hold and give back some of that pleasure with her own mouth, suddenly so hungry….
“I want it in my mouth.” The bad girl rasped, as raven hair cascaded, and lithe fingers reached out with the intent of clutching…….and he said…..yes he actually said…..
“No, not yet…not just now….” And he slammed her back down with such force, that all the air left her lungs and a barrel of monkeyknots coiled in her belly. And he pinned her there with his mouth suffocating with deep endless, kisses……one hand twisted in the tangles of her hair……one hand pillaging the treasure between her thighs.
And He told her ear that she was in no uncertain terms….His….His to play with for hours for days…..his to pleasure, his to love, his to discipline……. He talked about that belt, still coiled an arm’s length away from her pinky toe…he talked about taking that belt and bending her over the side of the bed……..and as he spoke….he did that thing…
Chapter twenty-five…paragraph four…..pg. 87:(The core…unleashing the animal….The simple secret to mindblowing clitoral orgasms…..no batteries required…..)
That special little thing that made her see all sorts of celestial visions……that made her believe in miracles…… She felt him…..rigid and impossibly hot….Head of silken cock came knocking, nudging, pressing against her “best friend's” engorged doorbell……
Oh God! Talk about a deluxe massage…..a most exquisite massage…..Head of cock nudging, kneading, slipping, sliding somehow fucking but never penetrating that swollen pearl of nerve endings…
Down low in her ear, his voice rumbled, “How many times can I make you cum? How many times before you pass out?”
There was more, lots more of his pornographic poetry, but she has lost most of her senses, misplaced her hearing and her sight and all she could do was feel…..and release the wail of a trapped animal….one trapped in the delicious confines of bare bones climax…… The visions in her head materialized, her spirit renewed, she talked in tongues once again…..the bedding of questionable history, drenched, submerged with the pleasure leaving her body in a flood……… pleasure so damn good it hurt……..still he continued…..
Legally blind, she began to nip at whatever of his skin she could sink her teeth into, the linens soaked, his cock saturated………her shaven mound drowning in her secret juices….His name on her lips, in a pleading pant. And he wouldn’t let her go, and he wouldn’t stop….and she was helpless and dying little deaths over and over again…..and then he said,
“So much trouble….So much trouble….but well worth……getting into.”
And “get into” her he did!..Perfect timing….a flawless play on words…… She welcomed his entrance with the keen of one that is possessed…Thoroughly possessed by the demon of pleasure….. Lips close……teasing inches away…..and all she could do was lift her chin and half kiss, and half lick and half eat them off….as their carnal dance began.
Beneath the rain drumming on the roof of the shady motel, with the seedy name in the seedy town whose own name was difficult to pronounce… and somewhere, somehow, with threads woven between passion and play……..roles melded to real…..fiction to factual……and raven haired or not, she was she and he was he……no more characters created, but real flesh and real emotions….
“I feel dirty.” Her body told him, “I feel dirty when I’m with you….and I like feelin’ dirty! I like bein’ raw……I like the sweat on your stomach, I like the taste of it….I like the sound of your breath it’s heat and it’s rhythm…..I am addicted to the taste of your flesh, I like the way you look at me like you could eat me alive! Raw with you…slithering bodies glazed…taste me again….after you’ve had me………flip me over on my belly…. and tell me, tell me you bad, bad boy, what you want…..”
Oh my….
Lordy, Lordy, Lordy……
And suddenly, she was there……….what her body had requested her body would receive…….. On her belly, his weight crushing her……….arms encircling, her bottom rising instinctively.
With hushed voice he inquired, “Will you let me?…Do you want me …let me…I want to….Let me have that…..”
And she replied, “Yes I’ll let you… yes I want you, I’ll give it to you…”
That most intimate part of her body…
“Just for you……..”
Slow……a delicate dance…… ”Don’t hurt me.” So gentle…so careful.“Don’t hurt me….Oooooh…don’t…….” Her hand reached back to press flush against his stomach….keeping him at bay…..controlling him and his progression. His tedious descent.
“There….there….”….pant pant and sweat……“Stop…..stop…..okay…okay…okay…..squeak….”
Pain?…Yes..a little bit of pain……..but….Heaven’s just a sin away!……With warm bottom pressed so securely, hands molding and…Patience my love, patience is a virtue…………….
“Don’t stop!” The shudder of command flew over her lips. His arms came round to find her sex, saturated with prior pleasure…..helping to soothe his expedition. Suddenly…..a change…..and there was no more pain. She released a sigh of relief……and welcomed this newest violation. Her bottom colliding against the shadows of his stomach….His hands finding, stroking, fondling….his cock plunging…….taking what she gave to him….and only to him….. A changing …a metamorphous……the primal glow within, spreading, growing like….well, like Kudzu! She watched their shadows mate upon the wall…..an animalistic weave, most archaic to view on such a primitive screen. Changing, morphing, from bad girl to beast……Clawing at the sheets…..toes curling, bliss building……pearls of sweat popping out to lacquer her body……The pleasure building was absolutely blinding……….
And she told him she liked it……between the music of grunt and moan, and he replied, filling the cup of her ear to the brim with a myriad of verses. Some loving, some layered with flawless filth.
She told him again,“I like belonging to you…I like being your possession…….”
And then no more words…There was no need. Only the sounds of mutual fulfillment…..Growls emitting, ……mutual climax, forthcoming……spurned from that most sacred, most intimate place…..
Taking, giving, getting…. There was not a place on her body that he had not been…….And she had enjoyed each of his travels….His excursions and explorations…..
And in the end as the credits rolled…..Their role play diminished and the love took over…..and she, his newly anointed midnight madam fell asleep in the shelter of his arms, knowing that she was well worth any lot of trouble…..any lot of pain………
Cheap drapes cannot keep out the sunlight….thin doors cannot keep the maid from knocking, especially when you forget to hang out the Do Not Disturb sign……and passion cannot stop the hands of time from ticking……
In the car, heading back…not driving quite so fast…..her feet up on the dashboard……
He sang along with the radio…even though he couldn’t really sing. That was alright, she decided, he tried so hard……
She felt like she’d just come off a three day drunk…..hung over from sex and spanking……felt a little like she’d been raffled off at a gangbang. Just over the horizon, the land of reality waited. She winced at the sign that conveyed they had crossed into that realm, over that line…… Johnny Cash came rumbling on the radio, and he went to turn the station.
“Don’t you dare!” She spat.
“I hate this song…he sounds like Mr. Ed on tranquilizers!”
She slapped out her hand and pressed back to the station….. “Tis blasphemy! Do you know what this song’s about! Do you know the story behind this song?”
“A burning ring of fire…I assume it’s about Hell?”
“Pffffllt…wrong answer…thank you fer playin’….you’ve really never listened to the words?”
“Nope….but I have a feeling you’re gonna tell me all about it.”
“Well, since you asked….” She cleared her throat and began…. "This song’s about lust….about the fire of lust and sin…..His wife wrote this song, did you know that? She was talking about it on a tv show, just before she died….said she was married to another man, and Mr. Johnny walked in and she just lost her mind……this song’s about their torrid affair…she ran away with him….”
Love is a burning thing
and it makes a firery ring
bound by wild desire
I fell in to a ring of fire...
I fell in to a burning ring of fire
I went down,down,down and the flames went higher
And it burns,burns,burns
the ring of fire the ring of fire.
The taste of love is sweet
when hearts like our's meet
I fell for you like a child
oh, but the fire went wild..
I fell into a burning ring of fire…..
“Yessir…that’s what it’s all about!” She whistled beneath her breath as the song ended, fading to commercial….and he was smiling at her from his side of the car….and she thought she might have converted another fan for The Man in Black.
As the wheels turned and the miles tallied, reality came a’creepin’ and sneaked its way into their conversation……
“I have a meeting in three hours!” He spat as if he’d just remembered. “Good God!”
“I’ll pick up the baby,” She said.
“I have to make a couple of phone calls.” As she looked on, in went the ear piece, out came the phone. She crossed her arms over her chest and ran down her mental list of the day’s tasks and responsibilities. He was talking, chattering a mile a minute…….to someone whom she only knew their last name.
He hung up….only for it to ring again a second later. Then, his Palm Pilot chimed…..his pager went off…… She lit a cigarette……
“I’ll drop you off…..I gotta get there early.”
She realized he was talking to her. “Alright.”
“You’ll get the baby?”
“I said I would…but I have to work tonight, so please be home by five.”
“You have to work tonight?” He showed a scowl of disappointment.
“Yep.”
“You should quit that fuckin’ job.”
“Nope.”
The phone was ringing again. Distracted, he answered and went off on a small tangent. She stared out the window and noted that in the daylight, Kudzu Monsters really didn’t look that scary at all……
“That’s bullshit and you know it.,” He was mumbling to whoever was on the other end. “Yeah well, Yep yep…..alright, yep…….Bullshit!!!”
Somewhere in the glovebox she found a piece of Juicy Fruit. She popped it in her mouth and began to smack as loudly as she could…..tried in vain to blow a bubble, but alas, Juicy Fruit, just wasn’t good for that. After a few seconds of smacking splendor…..she felt him staring at her…when she turned her head she expected to meet irritated eyes instead he paused in his one sided conversation, telling Mr. Last Name to “hold on.”
She watched as he leaned over and into her and on her mouth he planted a soft, sustaining kiss, that tasted of the reminisce of their recent escapades.
“Will you run away with me again, soon?” He inquired when at last his lips pulled away.
She couldn’t help but smile,“Of course….just wake me.”
“Wanna stop by Petsmart?”
She laughed, utterly puzzled. “Petsmart?”
“You said you wanted one of those perty, silver fishies.” He purposely tried to imitate her accent. He failed miserably.
“You’ll buy me a perty, silver fishy?” All she could do was grin.
*End* BRS 3/24/04
“Ring of Fire” Lyrics written by June Carter-Cash
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Sarah_aless
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Registered: 05-2006
| | Posted on Wednesday, May 10, 2006 - 12:13 pm: |
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OH MY GOD WOMAN!!!!! I bow down in complete awe at your truly amazing way with words. I LOVED LOVED LOVED this!!!
Such a great idea. Ok I probably missed loads of stuff I should mention here cos it didn't occur to me to make notes until halfway through part two but I have plenty to praise!
As always your writing is flawless and beautiful without waffling and really really draws you in to the story until you feel like you're there in the room. The wee Bible faux pas was hilarious. As for 'Messiah of my vagina' and 'Behold the burning bush'I honestly thought I might split my sides laughing!!Shame on you though now you've condemned a previously good catholic girl to the fiery pits of hell for finding that soooo damn amusing (actually maybe that's why I find it sooo damn amusing) actually lets face it - i was going to hell anyway!!
I love the way you capture and convey feelings so well ie you make me feel dirty, I LIKE feeling dirty with you! And again with the humour 'sounds like Mr.Ed on tranquilisers.' hehe
I love the way you disinguished sooo well between the everyday 'real' world and the fantasy and the melding of them was just masterful. Finally the fishy was the cutest touch ever, this reads and feels like such a very very real relationship and although i'm sure i don't have to say it again I will - I LOVED it!!!
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Pinkcheeks
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Post Number: 387
Registered: 12-2005
| | Posted on Wednesday, May 10, 2006 - 12:37 pm: |
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EXCEPTIONAL job Brooke!!!
"Thought I WAS being a good girl...really I did!"
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