sambaman
Executioner
that is VERY inspiring ...
Marcella has a bad night, one of many:
Another night. Can’t sleep. Dreams. Bad dreams? Or good dreams? I don’t know. But I woke all twisted up in my sheet. It’s almost like a shroud. Oh shit! What does that mean? I’m sweaty, nervous, and my heart is pounding. A faint nighttime glow diffuses through the curtains. The moon, streetlights, whatever.
And I’m horny. Horny as all fucking hell! It seems to be my natural state these days. The twisted-up sheet restricts my movements. I must have been thrashing around in my sleep again. Now I’m panicky and I need to breathe! I throw off the sheet. My sweaty, naked body is suddenly chilled as I inhale deep lungsful of air. It calms me. I stretch out my long legs and arms. I feel my tag sticking to the inside of my thigh. Always there, so close to me. It’s hard to imagine myself without it at this point. A constant reminder of my date with the cross. My tag pulls away from my skin as I spread my legs apart. My hand goes to my crotch. I cup my vulva with one hand and apply gentle, increasing pressure. Getting hairy down there, I think. My shaving routine was disrupted as my piercing healed and I just haven’t started again. Sven didn’t seem to mind, so why bother.
With three fingers on one side of my pussy ring (that’s what I call it now) and two on the other side I begin to pleasure myself. The pressure is comforting and my pussy is quickly wet. My moist lips part as my middle finger probes. Oh yes! I need this! So much! I prop up my head with some pillows as I bend and spread my legs apart. My right hand goes back to my crotch. My middle finger to my clit. Come out little bean. Yeah, there you are. Time to make me feel good again! Warmth begins to flow outward from my clit. My left hand cups my right breast, stroking its nipple to tumescence and sending out ripples of tingly, erotic pleasure. Oh yes! As my finger strokes and plays with my sensitive clit waves of warmth fill my pelvis and spread throughout my body. My toes curl and my breathing gets deep and breathy as my stroking speeds up. There seems to be a direct pleasure connection between my nipple and clit. I’m quickly approaching an orgasm. No, wait! Slow it down Marcella, and savor the moment. Yes! Keep it on the edge, girl! The coiled-up tensions will soon enough be released. Now, faster. Yes! Slow down! Faster! Slow down! Oh god, I’m going to come! I’m at my tipping point. No going back now. Oh yes! Yes! YES! A shuddering climax suddenly explodes, starting in my clit and racing through my body. Spasms of electric pleasure race along my nerves accompanied by spreading waves of warm, indescribable pleasure. My back arches and I gasp with incredible contentment as all my erotic tensions release themselves.
My body orgasms again and again as I continue stroking my clit as long as possible. Then, utterly spent, I roll over to my side, squeezing my thighs together to make the warm tingles persist as long as possible. As the waves of pleasure dissipate I drift off into dreamless sleep.
I awake. It’s still dark. I feel chilled and slip back under the covers, my body relaxed and stress-free. I sleep again and now dream. I see myself hanging naked on a cross. There are huge nails piercing my wrists and feet. Oh god, I look so beautiful! My head is dropped to my chest. My long hair covers my breasts. Suddenly my head rises. My own eyes are wide open, staring at me. I scream from the cross.
My eyes fly open. Dawn is breaking. My heart is racing. I sit bolt upright in bed, quivering in utter fear and horrible anticipation of what awaits me. Oh god! I’m going to be crucified! A sickening feeling spreads out from my belly. I drop back onto the mattress, damp with my sweat. I roll up into a ball. Can it be true? Was this just bad dream? I reach between my legs. The tag is there. It is real! Fuck me! It’s real. I am a condemned cunt! I am a condemned cunt1 I am a condemned cunt!
I sob in my pillow. Full of sickening terror for what awaits me. Why? Why me? I’m innocent, I did nothing! Can’t someone tell me why I’m to be crucified?
My terror escalates, then slowly subsides. My hand is between my legs, holding onto my tag. I give it gentle tug. Oh! Oh! My pierced flesh responds with pleasure. How? How can the sign of my condemned state give me pleasure? I roll over onto my back. Pleasant memories flash through my mind. Oh, if only Sven were here! We both love early morning sex and his cock is always rock-hard just before he’s fully awake. I’m naturally horny in the morning and my pussy is always ready for him. Our eyes always seemed to open at the same time. I’d roll over onto my back, just as I did now, wordlessly inviting him to enter me. And he’d get between my legs and push that big cock of his into me so slowly and lovingly. Just the tip, at first, then with deeper and deeper penetrations until he’s balls-deep into my pussy. Then comes the thrusting: deep followed by shallow, then deep again, shallow, deep -- repeating the pattern with increasing intensity. Morning sex was always a great way to wake up. I loved it so. But since my tagging it’s only been a pleasant memory. My passion rises again as I think of him. Sweet Sven! Such a good lover! Where are you now? I need you so much! Fuuuuuck me! I want his cock in me right now! Filling me up, pounding away like a jack-hammer. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! What an insatiable, horny bitch I’ve become!
I have a big, thick, black dildo around here somewhere. Where the fuck is it?!!!