*Grinning at your state of obviously feigned distress, I remove my now damp hand from your lips.*

You look so pretty when you cry...

*You feel my cock throb beneath you, grinding you like a stone. My wickedly playful grin grows.*

...Perhaps you wouldn't mind doing it a bit more.

-WHACK!-
*Down comes my still moist hand across your flank, and freezes there. The pressure of it lying heavy as if it had always been and always would be... The burn beneath it is intensified by my body heat. Finally it begins to glide gracefully up your back trailing away as it lifts until only a single finger tip rests at the nape of your neck.*

But I think there are better ways to make you cry.

*With a sudden precise and forceful movement, my fingers are entwined in your hair, the grip tightens and you feel it through every strand. I lift you gently off my lap, while with the other hand I unbuckle my black leather belt.*

 

*I blink up at you and my eyes widen from your words before I cry out in pain, causing more tears to run down my cheeks while I try to lie still, but the muscles of my leg and lower back are so strained that they are shaking slightly under your hand. I bite down on my lip so hard that I can taste the blood from the cut. I can feel a drop of the blood stain my lower lip*

P..please dont hurt me again Red.

*I shiver as your fingers trace gently over my heated skin and I moan and arch my neck and back against your touch, rubbing my stomach against your hard heavy cock*

FUCK!

*I scream as your fingers dig into me and my scalp feels like its burning from the force of your grip and I whimper pathetically as you easily manipulate me. I watch in fascination and fear as you start unbuttoning your belt, my small tongue darting out to lick across my full, if bruised, lower lip and I stand, trying to be still and behave for you*

 

*I pull the buckle gently away from us, letting you watch the leather slide past each belt loop, until it finally falls free. With the buckle still in my hand, I raise a finger up to you lips to signal silence.*

You understand what comes next if you do not obey?

 

*I watch the leather move and hold my breath. Your voice startles me and I look up at you and nod quickly, my eyes darting back to the belt*

 

Damn, the dialog between Red and Semi is better than anything else I've read in this post.

As for King Nothing - oh well, cya - wouldn't want to be ya. And Deidre? No loss if she does get banned, as someone else will quickly take her place. No loss if she stays either. I enjoy reading her rants. Oh, by the way, no apology will be given for those comments as none are necessary. If you think otherwise, then perhaps you need to look in the mirror for the root cause of all your ills.

 

*Sneaking into the house I hear the thunderous cries of what sound to be pigs with poking sticks.

*I open the bedroom door slightly and see that these are no pigs, merely piggish people doing predictable things. I hold back my need to vomit at the sight of two unshaven backsides and return to the kitchen of the house.

*I open the drawers slowly and silently, and begin to drop the cheap silverware into my pockets. Once my pockets are full I begin dragging a black microfiber couch out of the door, the dragging legs muffled in their echoes by the louder echoes of a lunate screaming and undulating and a guy with a fiery Pokemon tattoo doing the same. My gag reflex fights me as these sounds remind me of the horrors behind the door. The couch is now out in the driveway and the neighbors stare at me as I continue to walk down the street, into the sunset, silverware jingling in a mighty refrain.

*Suddenly! I drop the couch, fling the silverware from my pockets, and run back to the house of horrible visions.

*Once inside I hear a woman saying:

P..please dont hurt me again Red.

*My suspicions are correct, it was a rape in progress. Readying a cake server that I had forgotten to fling out alongside the other silverware, I push the door to the bedroom open. Even though the old door creaks, the guy with the fiery Pokemon tattoo is too busy raping someone to hear it.

Fuck! She shouts, as he easily manipulates her and his hairy back makes me fall back in fearful contemplation.

*The Pokemon guy removes his belt and says:

You understand what comes next if you do not obey?

*I say:

No, I actually don't.

*The hairy girl nods quickly.

*I realize this is not a rape, just two hairy people role playing with their Pokemon tattoos. I walk back out into the embrace of the sun and wave to the neighbor who is mowing his lawn. Then I say to my horse:

It has been a long road Wabara, but we have come to the end of it. Onward now! To the nearest seven eleven, I need eye drops.

 

*I drop the belt casually on my desk, And watch your eyes as they follow my hand back down as it moves to my collar to begin slowly, and deliberately unbuttoning each button, until it reaches my slacks. I open my pants and then the hand holding your hair brings you in close to look me right in the eyes.*

"You will make your apology", I growl, "starting right here". My finger indicates my cheek, making a slight scratching noise against my mild stubble.

"I expect you to be.... Thorough."

 

*I nod slowly and step a little closer to you, your aftershave wrapping around me as I rise onto my tiptoes and press my body against yours, my hard pierced nipples brushing against your chest as I lift my head higher and place my lips against your skin. I hiss in pain as the cut on my lip stings from pressing against your skin and stubble, but I continue to press delicate kisses along your cheek, my tongue darting out to taste your skin and to feel the texture of you. I move my lips, dragging then lightly across your cheek as I kiss and lap down to your jaw and then along to your chin, then up just to the corner of your lips, where I hesitate, unsure if I am allowed......*

 

"You may."

 

*I smile and slowly brush my lips against yours, feeling your warm dry lips lie passive under mine as I nuzzle my lips to yours, before using my tongue to trace over your lips and I sigh happily, my lips and tongue exploring and learning how your lips feel*

"Thank you" I whisper against your lips

 

I lighten my grip on your hair, and press you gently downwards, my other hand caressing your cheek gently. "That's a good girl", I nearly purr, kissing your forehead as you descend to my neck.

 

*I kiss and nuzzle the tight cords of your neck, feeling your muscles move under my lips as you swallow and I carefully and gently let my teeth graze down your neck as I breathe a little heavier, resisting the urge to bite. As my lips reach your collarbone, I nip your skin lightly as my eyes fly up to your face to see how you react, but then quickly kiss and lap across and along your collarbone over to your throat where I rub my lips and nose against it lightly*

 

*munching popcorn, eyes wide* Crunch.

 

You can eat doing this??

How can you eat while your hands are busy in your pants.

 

Lol!
silly of me - but I forgot that people would be reading this besides Red and I..... oh deary me.

Tenguy.... your telling us your hands are in your pants? But then.... how can you type?!

 

With my long pointy tongue.

 

You've never masturbated with melted butter on your fingers?

 

*closing my eyes* DON'T STOP!

 

My free hand caresses down your cheek, down your neck, along your clavicle, and finally over and around your shoulder, the light touch becoming that of fingernails as it descends down the side of your back. As you nip at me, my nails suddenly dig into your back. Looking up you see a wide wicked grin creep across my face. My eyes look down at you with intensity.

"This has left the realm of punishment. If you wish to play rough, Be assured that I will play rough as well."

My nails dig trenches in your flesh, fortifications for the assault of the senses that may be coming.

 

Oh! Well that has possibilities!

Ha! Never crossed my mind