The ride

I might have been taken back by her forward response but honestly by now it was feeling more normal to hear bold honest confessions from riders. I glanced in the mirror occasionally as we talked. Being dark with the mirror turned to night driving I could see her cleavage perfectly as well as the soft lines of her throat. The rattling of the beast in the cage was intense. Since the conversation was flowing I just let it roll as she talked.

Rolling into a nice neighborhood to pick up my fair late that evening. Well late for me being it was just 2200, I like shutting down before dealing with the intoxicated masses becomes the norm. A tall leggy blonde came walking out sporting a plaid mini-skirt, white blouse tied along her midriff accenting her amble breast and exposing her belly piercing. The little pink handbag and pony tail swishing around as she walked toward the car just added to the sexy scene as she entered the car. That first whiff of perfume made all my nerves go into overdrive. Remaining as calm as I could I held back my urges to made some obscene comment like “Looks like you are going for an exciting night” Checking her destination I tried not to smirk as it was a hotel across town, also it was going to be a long drive being to get there. The next hour she was “captive” in my car.

Small talk for a little bit after I asked and confirmed the location we were going to. Her smile and all out friendly personality started poking at an itch, one I knew would be bad to scratch. I tried to talk about the weather, local teams, even asking how her week was. Her snicker as I asked about her week made my ears perk up. I quickly learned she was a “specialist in pleasure”, offering massages and other services to make her clients feel good. The house I picked her up at was a gentleman that had acquired her services while his wife was out of town.

“So he was in need of some relaxation.” I quipped without thinking it through

“Baby you have no idea, so many of these guys are needing a little special attention, it is a service I offer.”

I might have been taken back by her forward response but honestly by now it was feeling more normal to hear bold honest confessions from riders. I glanced in the mirror occasionally as we talked. Being dark with the mirror turned to night driving I could see her cleavage perfectly as well as the soft lines of her throat. The rattling of the beast in the cage was intense. Since the conversation was flowing I just let it roll as she talked.

“What kinds of services do you offer?” I regretted saying that as soon as I did

Her giggle was like gasoline to my already on fired desire.

“Really I am good with most anything my clients want to do. Most just want a woman to touch them or make them feel good. Listen and tell them what a manly man they are, or beautiful woman. A couple like to tie me up, and some like to be tied up.”

She was talking about the realm I am well acquainted with.

I shifted around in my seat as I heard a ping and saw the time change with a message of stop added to the ride. She had edited the ride and now it felt like cat and mouse as we drove into a dingy side of town. I pulled up at the stop and she opened the back door getting out. Next thing I knew she opened the passenger door in the front and got in.

“Baby I know men, I can see you have a need for some release. Would you like me to help you with that?”

There was no hesitation as my brain was no longer doing the thinking. I opened my door and walked toward the back of the car. She got out and strode toward the back as well. My pants felt like a cage as she got closer. I felt every nerve on edge as I grabbed her by the pony tail and pushed her over the trunk of the car. Her “mummmm” of encouragement made me tingle as my hand pushed up under her skirt. Her wet pussy a perfect hole to fulfill my need with. Flipping her skirt up I exposed her tight rounded ass. I knelt down and bit one side as she gasped.

“That’s it baby, have fun just don’t leave any marks okay”

I didn’t reply as my mind was too far gone. No warning as I pushed three fingers straight into her wet hole. Her gasp and mew were like having my own personal cheering squad. I thrust in and out as she started to gasp and shudder. A few minutes later I had changed position still finger fucking her then pulling her pony tail. I could feel her wetness coating me hand as she gasped and shuddered.

“Oh my god, oh my god. OH MY GOOOOOODDDDD!!!!”

Her orgasm ripped through her as I smiled. I knew I was hitting her G spot and I doubted she would be able to hold back and not cum. I pulled her by the pony tail to the hood of the car. She offered no resistance as I pushed her on the hood. I manhandled her lithe body getting her into the position I wanted. Without warning I pulled my pants down and shoved my cock into her. The curve in it ran the head along her G spot again as she was melting and shaking. Thrust after thrust ripped into her as I unleashed my inter beast. Pulling her hair back I growled as I bit her neck.

“Harder, bit harder” she uttered

As she wished, I bit harder. My hand ran up and I pinched her nipple, her body stiff as she exploded in an almost violent wave of pleasure. Her voice echoing off the empty building. Raw, dirty, animal sex as I pumped away. I could feel my own need growing as I knew it was now or never. Grabbing her by the throat my hand pinching her in the right place her body shuddering and she went wild. I knew she would start to black out, I am no stranger to this. She jerked as started to go limp. I let go knowing she was just at the edge of passing out. Pulling my cock out of her wet cunt I pushed at the tight opening that had yet to be violated. Her juices just enough to get the head of my cock in her ass. That was all it took as I released my own volley of orgasmic bliss. In her stupor as coming around she went into overdrive. Her howl of painful pleasure was music to my ears as I pushed in. I kept going as long as I could as she just shook and was incoherent. Finally the edge was wearing off as I was covered in sweat despite if being chilly outside. As I pulled out she just laid there for a moment, her eyes still glazed from the intensity.  

“Baby you know how to use a woman” she finally whispered.

I offered her a towel to clean up with as she staggered to get her footing. Wiping my cock clean with the towel she knelt and kissed the head.

“You evil piece of man meat, you made my poor little butt hurt. But it felt so good.”

Getting back in the car I waited till she was ready to continue the trip. Some small talk as we drove to the final destination. She leaned up kissing my neck as we arrived.

“Baby I hope I get to ride with you again she said as she got out”

The beep of a horn as the light had turned green. I quickly came to my senses and followed the route to the destination.

She got out she turned with a smiled, “Thank you for the ride baby, have a good night.”

I wished her a good night and turned off the meter. I had a wicked fantasy of her still playing in my head as I rolled for home. I hope her night was as good as mine was.

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Heroes

Trigger warning!

Formerly a city hero, it had been years since he had dawned the guise that hid his identity from the mongrel population that cheered him on one day then screamed for his head the next. His will was as broken as the body it encompassed. The only sounds to be heard were the squeaking of the sign outside his cheap hotel room and those of the alley below. The all too familiar sounds of vile drunk men taking their day’s frustration out on some rent by the event girl. So many tragic stories, so many broken homes and broken bones. The knock on the door made every nerve left in his aged frame stand on end. Through the grimy peep hole he saw her again.

“No, not again” he thought

The freshly blackened eye and split lip was nothing new, Kate had been a runaway that got lost in the underbelly of the city never to be more than a trick turning junky. Her hands fidgeting as her weight shifted from one side to another. Dirty blonde hair in a wild mess just adding to her hopeless appearance. The stains on her shirt told him she had been sleeping in the alley, which meant she probably smelled of garbage and urine again. Pressing his head on the frame of the door he wanted desperately to just disappear, finally fade into the void of forgotten memories.

Pounding on the door again with more desperation this time.

“Come on J, I know you are in there. I saw your light on.” Her thick jersey accent screeched through the door

“You high again?” he croaked back in his gravelly voice

“No but I’m freezing out here. Come on, you know I’ll make it worth it for you.”

Jerry swallowed hard, she made him feel so dirty. Some hero he turned out to be, he hated that he wanted her so much. He hated himself for ever touching her in the first place, for not being strong enough to say no and just bring her to a shelter.

“I’ll let you play dress-up and wear your costume again if you let me in.”

Her desperation was growing as his resolve to never allow her in again was failing. She was the only one who had seen him in his mask and cape for years. The last time she vomited in his bed and it took a week to get the smell out as well as hand wash the last reminder of his former life. His hand trembled as he reached for the door. Slowly twisting the knob, she all but fell in as the mechanism released. The stench flooded the room as she scrambled to catch herself then crashed on the floor. She laughed as she tumbled in and fell to the stained carpet.

Her skirt flipped up showing her filthy body covered in dirt and whatever she had been crawling through. Under that was the tempting flesh that made Jerry just a man like all the rest. It didn’t matter he was past his prime, he felt his body come alive with a need he despised. He closed the door as Kate crawled to the sofa to gain her footing. As he turned the lock and heard it click he felt the welling of self-loathing build inside him. Craven men desire what he was thinking, his hands trembled as he walked up behind her. The growing need taking over his mind. He dropped to his knees behind her as she jumped crashing into the couch. As she scrambled he pinned her in place. He might be older but his need gave him a will and strength he had all but forgotten.

“J not like this, you promised it would never be like this.” The desperation in Kate’s voice jarred him

Jerry held on for a moment longer before letting go. The strength ebbing from him as the little that was left of his humanity surged in. He sighed as he still had Kate pinned under him.

“Hey J it’s okay, just let me get cleaned up and we can…” the words stuck in her throat as Jerry grabbed her slender neck.

All he heard was it is okay, nothing was okay anymore. A hero can only endure so much! Now he knew why there were so many villains! The reaffirmation of his need as his cock grew. Pushing Kate’s skirt back up and pulling his sweat pants down with his free hand there was only a moment of hesitation.  Sloppy wet, smelly, disgusting Kate’s pussy was just a hole for him.  She was his every failure to save someone, his hatred of what happened when the system failed. She was the dirty grime that most people turned and ran from. His grunted and thrust as hard as his body would let him, pummeling her cunt with all his rage. He felt his building release and kept pushing till he climaxed. Grunting as he spilled his seed in her, just more vile slime added to her already heavily used hole.

His strength spent, he rolled off letting Kate loose. Her body shaking, Jerry felt pity as it sounded as if she was crying. Her face turned and it wasn’t tears but laughter.

“My fucking hero. Dude I knew it was too good to be true. Safe place to get away my ass.”

Jerry fumbled as words failed him, Kate got up and brushed herself off. Walking toward his bedroom Jerry heard her open the closet. It took him a minute to gain the strength to face Kate again, when he did she was laid back on the edge of his bed passed out. He could see his seed leaking out of her as she was on full display. Next to her was his outfit with a picture on it, it was him with a woman he had saved before. It was like looking at someone else’s life as they were smiling together. His mind spun back to that day, and worse to that night where he allowed the woman he saved to “Thank him personally” for stopping the bank robbers. On the back it said my hero Jerry.

The next day on page 12 just a blurb, former self-proclaimed hero found in apartment dead from an apparent heart attack with overdosed local prostitute.  In the alley a young man found the outfit in a trash bag and put it on. Standing in front of the mirror he thought now he could become the next city hero.

 

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Carry On

Death waits for no one he whispered in her ear as they walked in the mausoleum. The moon hangs low in the evening sky, blood red as it kisses the horizon lifting slowly into the sky. Fucking hard as the thumping racing blood engorged the moments then released in volleys of sticky thick liquid that coated the surface. No words needed, the truth was known going in. One would give way to the need of the other, a perfect sacrifice. A life of lusty and abhorrent desire laid bare as nothing is held back, everything ripped through and explored.  A lover’s last kiss leaves the pale corpse sprawled across the marble surface. Long thin fingers dripping with crimson leave their longing last embrace in red tendrils on the colorless face. A scream shattered the night, not the lover that lay in ghostly pallor, rather the remainder as she now was filled with his seed. She would carry on the legacy.

 

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Purple Hooter Shooter

PURPLE HOOTER SHOOTER
1/2 oz. (15ml) Vodka
1/2 oz. (15ml) Raspberry Liqueur
Splash Lemon Lime Soda

I looked at the bar tending card again. This new job was going to be the death of me, mixed drinks were defiantly not my specialty. A scotch on the rock, or seven and seven sure, that was easy. When it comes to a screaming orgasm, slippery nipple, cum shot and a purple hooter shooter all ordered at once it gets a bit mind blowing, at least at first. Sam just watched as I struggled, he was little help, being born to a Mormon family he didn’t drink, or do most the things I considered exciting.

“Man why are you so tense?” Sam inquired.

“I have to be able to make several drinks to pass the test to get this stupid job. Who knew working at a bar would be so difficult.” I shot back

“I wouldn’t know” Sam replied a little sheepishly.

Every time his past caused a ripple in understanding of others he would hang his head like he was ashamed. The dark lock of curly hair falling down over his sea green eyes made him look so shy and vulnerable. His growing up on a farm though gave him a buff body that I would have killed for. Broad chest, toned arms and legs that I would see on the rare occasions when he would race from the shower to his closet to get dressed. He was so pent up and I knew his parents weren’t happy he chose a secular college but he wanted to be a veterinarian to help out more in his community. In our dorm room was just us, two guy forced to live together from different worlds.

“Sam, why don’t you quiz me and see if any of it has stuck in my brain.” I joked

“Keven, you know I don’t approve of…”

I cut him off “Anything that would defile the body, for it is a temple unto the lord.” I said with a sneer

“So you have been listening” He replied with a half-smile.

That smile, oh it made me think all kind of all kinds of impure ways I would love to defile his temple. Boyish, shy and alluring, as if he was deliberately being coy and playful one minute, then the next he was back to the guy beyond reproach from Utah. I saw him watching me study sometime, a psychology degree seemed like a good idea at the time, right now it seemed overly ambitious.

I was falling behind in my studies and to make things worse I needed to get a job to pay for my books. The story of a college town, all the grocery stores and places like that that were geared for students weren’t hiring. The only place hiring was the local bar. Less time to study and more temptation to get loose and party but the bar seemed to be the only place that I had a shot at.

Sam walked up behind me and looked over my shoulder.

“Why make those at all?” his question seemed genuine

“To enjoy a different flavors while having fun.” I responded slightly annoyed.

“Oh, I had no idea there were so many.” Was all he said.

“It is so everyone can find a flavor they like, see this one uses raspberry and lime, it is a little sweat and tart. There are others that use coffee, or are sweet. It all depends on what the person likes.”

“So if I liked coconut for instance?”

Then you would love Malibu.” I said with a smile.

“The city?” he asked puzzled

I couldn’t help but laugh. I placed my hand on his shoulder and looked him in the eye.

“No my friend, the rum. It tasted just like coconuts and chilled you can’t even taste the alcohol.”

I could see the wheels turning in his head. When he turned to walk away I stood up. Without warning he spun around and now we were inches from each other. I don’t know why or what had possessed me but he had been driving me crazy for so long. I grabbed the back of his head and kissed him.  There was no resistance or pulling back. Sam just melted into the kiss like we had been lovers for years. As we broke the kiss I felt flushed as his face was crimson but I could defiantly tell he was aroused.

“Keven?” his voice shook “Why, what..” words escaped him.

I realized I had crossed the line but it was too late, the deed was done. In for a penny, in for a pound. I leaned in and kissed him again. This time no room for regrets as I put my hand on the back of his neck. I ran my other hand slowly down his chest and stomach till my eager hand was firmly resting over the budge in his pants.

“Don’t think, just feel and enjoy.” I whispered in his ear.

I don’t know if he even heard what I said as his moan crested over parted lips. With no more force than the push of a kiss to his neck I sat Sam on the edge of his bed. Then pulled his shirt off exposing his magnificent ripped body. Kissing and working my way over his beautiful bronze flesh I made sure to suck and nip each breast, his nipple as hard as pebbles and I unzipped his pants and freed his trapped cock. A few strokes and his pre-cum was coating his shaft and my hand as I gave no mercy and pushed him to the impending edge. His cries of “Oh God, and moans of pleasure I am sure could be heard in the hall. It wasn’t till I placed the head of his beautiful cock in my mouth that he lost all control.

No warning as he grabbed the back of my head, pushing me down as he thrust upwards. He might have been raised to be a good boy but his body defiantly was built for sinful pleasures. It caught me off guard as I gagged from the sudden intrusion to the back of my throat. I relaxed as best I could as he thrust hard. My mind suddenly went to the thoughts of all the forced face fucking videos I had seen. This was exactly like one of those. I knew I had no way to stop him as he pumped and thrust till suddenly his body went ridged. A slew of barely understandable words escaping as he roared and flooded my mouth with his hot cum. I wasn’t going to let this go to waste as I greedily tried to swallow every drop.

I felt his climax slowing as I made sure I nursed every drop from his balls. I looked up with tears streaming down my face as his eyes were welled with tears as well. I gave a smile looked at him with his cock still in my mouth.

“You,” he gasped “are the devil.”

I chuckled as I sucked and let the head pop out of my mouth.

“So shall I flog you for your sins? Or would you like me to continue to bring you pleasure?”

“Pleasure, please.” He replied

I could tell Sam had never experienced anything like that and our remaining years together were a torrid time of experiments with trial and error. He went on to become a successful veterinarian. I still laugh every time someone orders a purple hooter shooter, the memories it brings I will always treasure.

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Life’s Pause

This week the topic was pause and I thought it was quite fitting for my life today. By definition a pause is a temporary stop in action or speech.

I hope it is just temporary, after all this was defiantly not on the list of how things were supposed to go. Without going into details on what has transpired it suffices to say interests have been shuffled around. Activities and events once participated in currently have been put on hold. It is no one’s fault, there is no blame to be placed. It is just life and the most insane timing in a series of events that has set every part of our world back on its heels.  It was not just us either, I was hearing story after story amongst our blogging friends, some so catastrophic I wondered how they were holding it together in the waves of chaos.

For everything there is supposed to be a season and a reason, or so that is what is said. Honestly I do care to know the reason, I just want the season to be over, for us to get back to the life we had and enjoyed. I know the reality, so much has happened and changed returning to how things were is impossible. Alas it is still human nature to look back to what we were comfortable with and wish life was like it was. Life is about change for sure, sometimes it seems that only through pain and destruction will we accept the changes. It is forced upon us as we fight tooth and nail till we are exhausted and succumb to how things are.

There is a personal struggle as well for me, two sides always battling, always at odds when facing issues. Do I go into military mode and scream damage control? Toss the broken parts out and attempt to cobble some facsimile of what used to work? Replace damaged items with new once we have weathered the storm and reached a safe port?  Next to expect the repairs to to make everything good as new, it seems preposterous and idea that things would go on the same. I seriously doubt this would work because then it ignores the history and scars that have shaped us. Honestly it has felt more like a siege for a couple years. Flaming boulders being lobbed over the walls of our inner circle. Outside forces we couldn’t control or predict having an extreme impact in our lives. Now that is more like it, the debris and burned walls that has been left behind. The concerns, fears, real emotional and physical pain that ripped through our world. It still hasn’t ended but it has lessened some, it went from external to internal. Nothing will ever be quite the same, I would be naive to ever think that, rather now it is a time for rebuilding, reshaping, remodeling. This is the part of life that we can use it to make us better and stronger.

I know, right now you’re thinking damn Raven, this isn’t sexy, this isn’t even fun stuff. No it is not, but it is honest life in all its raw reality.  In the depths of it all it has caused, or at least I have allowed myself, to draw on the deepest darkest places of my mind and soul for what has been a series of mental distractions. I hadn’t stopped writing, but rather I had stopped sharing. Why? Because it has been down abysmal dark lines that had become a twisted comfort. To know that could be a level of pain and horror deeper. That is where my muse has been digging, churning and bringing up depraved and what most would call vile and degenerate thoughts. I have wrestled with the thoughts if I should even share these stories. It would most assuredly make many people uncomfortable, trigger others, excite and thrill and unknown part of my readers. It would be a trip down a dark branch of the rabbit trails my mind runs along, where fear, chaos, torment and pain live. The predators and prey come alive, the bad guys win, there are no heroes, and no one saves the day. I had toyed with writing dark erotic/sex based horror in the past, but as event from the outer world unfolded the ideas that fueled the horror became an obsession and a release.

So I’ll just wrap up this long winded woe is me post with saying this, I started this blog unsure of where I was planning of taking it, what I was going to do with it. As life changes so do we and our view of others. I think it is time to let the colors fly and share what has become my obsession for some time. Enjoy, or not, that is your choice. I really hope in part it makes people feel and think, like any other good author would. After a pause for the past few years, it is time to come out of the corner once again.

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The Key of Love

Beth looked at the box, her hands still shaking as she thought of how to give it to him. She knew she was ready, it was time for the next step. Her only anxiety was if he would step back in fear. She had dreamed of the day she would truly be his, forever. As the sun sank low over the horizon she knew he would be there in a few minutes. The low rumble of his muscle car down the street always got her engine going, as it drew closer she got that twinge and cursed herself. Her panties were damp thinking about his strong arms and piercing blue eyes. The engine came to a stop and cut off in her driveway, her heart only raced faster.

 

Peering out the window Beth saw him get out of his car, the long dark duster wrapped around him keeping the cold night air from his perfect body. Heath looked right to where she was looking out and smiled. He drove her crazy doing that, always knowing where she was, what she was doing. No time for that now as his boots made a familiar thud on the wooden steps and then the ring of the doorbell. She opened and sank to her knees as always requested. The smell of dirt from his boots and the leather still damp from the night made her quiver. The lazy curl of black hair fell down over one of his eyes as he looked down at her.

Beth looked up from the floor into those eyes as he reached down and tussled her hair and then put a finger under her chin. Lifting her slowly to her feet till she stood looking him eye to eye. Heath presented her with flowers like always, he met all of Beth’s mother’s expectation of the gentleman her daughter was to marry. For a moment Beth blushed as the thought of him being perfect in so many ways crossed her mind and made her even wetter. Heath smiled and kissed her. No words needed to be said as she reached down and unzipped his pants and again knelt down.

Slowly releasing his growing cock she licked her lips and began to kiss and suck him like he had taught her to do. Before him this was disgusting, but now it was a love and desire to please that drove her. Her naked body shimmered in the dim light of the room till he stopped her and locked his fingers in her hair. In a deft move she was bent over the coffee table and his weight pinned her there. A quick gasp as she felt him enter her. Slow thrusts at first till she became accustomed to his girth then he ravaged her body till releasing a flood of his seed in her.

His kisses now fell on her neck and down her spine as she felt every inch of her body was alive. He laid her on the couch and caressed her all over before kissing her soft lips again. His hand rested on her belly for a few minutes while they kissed. As he broke their kiss he left his hand in place and looked deep in her eyes.

“What did the doc…”

His words were cut off as she handed him the box. He opened it slowly and looked inside. A smile grew slowly across his face.

“You’re serious?” He asked

“Yes” Beth’s voice shook as she replied “I have never been so sure of anything before in my life. And the doc said six week.”

“You know there are other options if you want? Of course I will support you in whatever you decide.” Heath almost stumbled on the last few words.

“Well now look who is getting cold feet” Beth chided “Come on, let’s go to the bed room and make love again.”

Heath followed her and entered behind and pushed her on the bed playfully as they now fell into a light of wild passion. She used to hold back but tonight there was nothing to worry about. She didn’t even care if the neighbors heard as Heath brought her to orgasm after orgasm in every way he could imagine. She fell asleep her head on his chest knowing Heath would love her forever.

She woke alone in the early morning, Heath wasn’t there in her bed as for a moment she began to panic. Had he run? Her question was answered as she heard him walk back in the room. The box was open on the table She could see the shape of the key in the dim light. She took a deep breath as she picked it up and leaned down and kissed her. This time he entered her roughly, taking his lover in wild passion. Her body went into a wild orgasmic series of waves. Then she felt the cold pierce her chest as the key had been opened and revealed the blade. Heath had made it the perfect night for her as the steel cut into her heart. He leaned over kissing her as she felt her body fall into the most powerful orgasm of her life.

Afterwards Heath sat there looking at her beautiful body. He knew she was right in her choice, the cancer would have taken her piece by piece and this was her choice. He lifted the chalice and took a long drink and climbed onto her body and made love one last time to her. He felt the effects start to take him too. He smiled as he laid his head on her shoulder. His eyes closing as he would no longer feel the pain of his own terminal battle…

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