My breasts ache, for the heat,

Your wet tongue, igniting all in me.

Your lips so soft, breath on my skin,

My hunger grows rapid, deep within.

Tasting every inch, your body wants more,

You moan louder, more than before.

Hard is the member, that throbs in my suck,

Wanting your juices, once before we fuck.

Deeper in you slide, my mouth hungers and craves,

Fingertips down your stomach, tongue in a maze.

You grip & pull the sheets, hot, fast more and more,

Erupting fire, deep from the core.

I lay kissing your thighs, your breaths settle still,

Trace your stomach with my lips, love the way you feel.

You pull me closer, caress my back,

Kiss my lips, give my ass a smack.

This playful, lust filled moment, has me starved for you,

Rolling, twisting, we’re so wrapped up too.

Finally, you’re between my legs, in my face,

A firm but gentle, grasping embrace.

You feel the heat, you feel the juice,

All that is missing now, is you.

You thrust into me, so gentle and slow,

Pulling you deeper, steady the flow.

Light fingertips, caress your back,

Light fingernails, gently scratch.

Pace picks up, moaning elevates,

Squeezing each other, hearts race.

My legs pull you in, slammed against the wall,

I want you to fuck me, until I am raw.

Harder, faster, deeper more,

I want to cum, make me yours.

Explosions unite, juices mingle,

Hearts race, toes tingle.

the blood lust over took me last night hard as I try they come to my song

“Sweet taste I provide love, lust passion if you survive the night of lust

tempt you I must please fill my lust my love lust “

they always follow me follow my sweet smell

I let them touch the heat dripping from my creamy thighs

onto their awaiting tongues

I glide them to the rapture they never know could be

I ride till my blood boils sliding up and down

hands gripping in sheer lust blood lust this is my crime

crimes of sheer passion under them on top sweat beading

on my milky skin till they are drained wishing it would last but they never do

my punishment is to never be filled never satisfied only waking to them

broken bruised and drained taken by my lust

That the last time I ached to have sex with a perfect man with muscles that rippled up against me--

I throbbed for you.

You want to know exactly what there is to do to feed the pulse of electricity that runs from my tits to my vagina?

You want to know how to pinch those nipples into submission?

You want to know how to make me sag against you begging for more?

More teeth

More suction

More intensity

You want to tease me ‘til I scream?

You want to know just how to balance your finger against my clit so that it shudders in your hand as I sigh a gutteral unexpressible sound of anguish because

you are the only one I want

the only one I need

the only name I call when I’m in ecstasy

the only one I submit to?

You want exclusive rights to my pussy?

You want to know that when I spread my legs and feel the gush of juices from the ribbons there that these thighs have not been parted since I last opened them for you?

You want to memorize the ripples there like raised ridges of Braille?

You want to cram inside

then feel the thrust of your dick deep within me

the pulse of muscles as I clench my heat around your cock

thrashing on your bed?

You want to work me into a lather, into a sweat, and find your sheets in a puddle on the bed when we are through?

You want to feel the shudder of my orgasm long after you’ve watched me rise to my peak and surrender to the other side?

You want exclusive rights so that our sex is sacred ground?

An entity only to be opened by you?

A unity?

A sanctified ceremony like the dance of Navajo women around the fire when they prayed for rain for corn?

You want to know that the only man I dream of is you, Baby?

The only hands I want touching me are on the ends of your arms

The only body I want pressed against mine as I sleep is yours

You want to be the object of my affection--

My love, my angel, my breathless baby who sighs against me when he comes?

You want to know when I desire you even though it might exhaust you to meet my needs?

You want me to cry your name when I’m in fear

and utter those same syllables when we whisper against one another in the black of night?

You want to tuck me into bed at night

You want to watch me as I sleep?

You want to smooth the strands of hair away from my mouth as I breathe?

You want to find me on your pillow every morning?

You want to love me?

You want to care for me, to bring me chicken soup and ginger ale when I am sick?

You want to cherish me when I am down?

You want to massage Ben Gay on arthritic joints when I am old?

You want to be The One?

Exclusive?

Are you up to it?

Then you’ve got it, Baby.

And I want the same from you.

Satisfying me is a work of love, Babe.

I will write a hundred stories in your name and expect you to read every one of them.

I want a voice that is not afraid to correct me, to comfort me, to call me to be great.

I want gentle hands that will rage against me, caress me, stroke me.

I want a back that will not break under the demands of an honest day of work.

I want a heart that feels passionate love.

I want eyes that call to me at night and take me to places where I have never been.

I want a dick that is not afraid to be jacked while I watch

that will plunge into my shiny crevice

and ejaculate against my cheek bones when I ask it to do so.

I want a partner with integrity who will require me to do what I have promised.

I want emotional support and direction when I ask for it.

I want intelligent conversation that entertains my thoughts, perplexes me,

and a man who demands that I put him first when he requests it.

I want a friend, a lover, a master and a slave.

I want exclusive rights.

I got up naked and groggy needing to pee and a shower, in the hall  I glanced at the full view mirror. I was mesmerized, my small body was bruised in many places, sore in many more. I was shiney, dried cum was flaking and satiny in spots all over my slight form. My hair was matted to my head my eyes were very blood shot, I was truly waking up and was becoming aware now of my powerful body odor. I smeeled of cum, excriment and piss. Oddly as I looked down I was semi-hard. I bent over looking through my legs in the mirror , what used to be a tiny little hole was now open two inches at least, inflamed and swollen. I needed a shower...fast.

I felt human again as I slipped into my low cut jeans and polo shirt. I was still very sore I realized as I took stock of a very different image in the mirror. I put on some cologne and slipped deoderant under the pits, feeling almost good as new.

I ate breakfast lost in thought, realizing how very quiet the house was I noticed a note card at the end of the table. My mom it seems has been called out of town on business,  won't be back for two days. She hopes I had a good time with my brother last night and even thanks him in the note for taking me. Well he certainly made sure I met the guys! I heard a car door close and quickly looked out the window, it was my brother moving slowly to the back door. "Hey Cory" he says with a genuine smile "I'm beat, you look no worse for the wear tho" and just heads up the stairs. WTF!!! I think, here's the guy that sets me up to be ganged raped by I don't even know how many and all he has to say is that?!! I need to get out of here get on my bike and ride really fast pump those pedals and get the fuzzies out of my head. After a bit of painful posturing I'm riding, fast and hard.

I get back an hour later, a bit tired my mind much clearer. I bound up the stairs and take my second shower of the morning. Naked I walk to my bedroom noticing my brothers door slightly open. He is snoring loudly face down ass up spread eagle on his bed, his clothes all over the room where he had stripped down to his briefs and fell fast asleep. I had always admired my older brother and his high school body perfectly toned even his butt seemed to be sculptured smooth and tight . He had no body hair other that a small patch in the crotch area visable as he would strip down before a shower in front of me. I realized then he has always beeen testing me gauging my reactions to his subtle and not so subtle sexual advances. I was hard again looking at his body which I still was in awe of if not so much the person within.

I wanted him bad and had a plan. I flew to the garage picking my supplies I returned to his bedroom. In minutes I had his wrists and ankles firmly secured to the bedposts with clothesline rope. Expertly knotted I might add with my favorite boyscout knots. He never moved a muscle as I cut a nice long stip of duct tape an pressed it over his mouth. That brought a little movement but still the snoring continued. The exacto knife made fast work of his tight briefs revealing his perfect muscled smooth bum. I was still naked during all of this my raging hard-on now dripping precum. Positioning myself between his legs I gently parted his perfect cheeks then thrusing my hips as best I could considering the angle quickly and effectively impailing him deeply. It was a brutal move, resulting his frantic thrashing and panic utterings like gutteral screams blessidly muffeled by the tape. He thrashed around for awhlie me japping all the while, his head lifting and spasically turning side to side. I was amazed at how tight he was and slipped out of him for a minute spitting on his now redding hole. With an audible moan as I retreated from my brother a muffled scream was sweet as I thrust again deep inside him this time much deeper and enjoyable for me. I pushed my hips back and forth slowly penitrating and loosening him. I wanted to stay inside him for as long as possible but I could feel the cum rising fast my balls tightening. He was not thrashing as much now accepting his fate if not begining to enjoy my moderate assault. In minutes I flooded deep inside him that familiar gush noise now coming from him not me. I smelled his sex and mine. a very strong scent indeed. Still inside him i slipped a finger then two as my boyhood deflated.He was moaing, not a happy guy, as I pulled out I was satisfied to see his anus held my shape and my seed leaked profusly from his hole. He thrashed about a bit but the metal head and foot board coupled with my great knots  would only serve to add to his fatigue. I slipped myself in and out of his streached hole removing my finger  as I went limp enjoying the feeling of looseness..his finally. I reached over grabing from the corner of the bed my other suprise from the garage. A rubber mallet wedge thing, its true use a lose for me, shaped like a pear had caught my eye. It was new in its package its usefulness unforfilled until now. The small end was about two inches in diameter then flatening out to an inch then growing to three inches, in all it was seven inches long, it looked a bit like a large defective baby rattle. Lubed with my cum I began to insert the smallest end. More thrashing and "MMmmPPhhhss" which pleased me a lot, his breaths were a bit labored as well. I spoke not a word during any of this as he was to be my slave I needed no permission or willingness...he knew it was me anyway. I  continued to feed this odd tool deep inside him slowly but surely as he bucked and groaned until it was in him completely, I just kept pushing and it disapeared. He seemed to be tryig to push it out but his tiny anus folds were now swollen and scarlet (wow it must hurt I thought with a smile) he was still screaming and groaning, thrashing and bucking in a very aggressive way. I rose to my feet straddle standing on the bed over his body  I began to powerfully pee on his head and back leaving him soaked face down. Only then could I leave to take what can only be described as an extreamly painful poo.

While coxing my bowel movement I marveled at how well my plan was working. He would be mine for two more days. I still had a lot of  planning and work to do. I returned to the bedroom to find him sleeping, the large devise still jammed deeply inside him. I scooped a bit of jelly lube and slid my finger inside him hooking the small part of the devise and pulled hard. A startled scream and sploosh sound as it left my brothers tired and raveged body was truly satisfying. I slide the devise in and out easily now his anus worked and abused. I applied more lubricant and began to slowly slide my hand inside him. My hand is not big but still it is a hand and I was determined fill his ass. I had seen this performed on some sex web sites and wanted to see if it could be done! He stopped squarming and just made the strangest scream sounds as I shoved my hand inside him up to my wrist...wow I thought, it can be done! His breathing was fast now the sounds more whimpers than screams as I pumped his body with my fist. I heard a bleep and looked over to his computer...he had mail.

Perfect, I slid my hand out of him (another ploosh..more tired sound) and he now had a gaping three to four inch hole where that small little pucker had been just a few hours ago. This is awesum! I was hard again so I jerked off kneeling over him and cum flew all over his face and hair. I watched as the goo slipped over his forehead spilling around his eyes pooling on the bed his face saturated in pee and cum...his beautiful back stained with dried or drying cum his ass leaking my cum, some blood and stool...hows it feel bro?...moving along nicely I thought.

I answered his email, it was a girl and she wanted to "web cam" with him. Oh...now this was really perfect! She asked if we could go "community" which basically ment all his "friends" and hers could view on line...2200 myspace people ...I said sure and the rest is well...for another story...: )