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Subject: Dessert...
Date: Sun, 10 Sep 2006 13:55:50 -0700
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Looking intently at your pink asshole I wonder how good will it will
taste once I plunge my writhing tongue into it. You can only watch my
act of love in the reflection of the mirror which I have placed in
front of you, because I want you to watch all of it...taking breaks to
give your neck a rest just isn't fair to me. Afterall, I have planned
this moment for a long time. I made sure the positioning is perfect
with others, so that not only will you see my tongue but also your pink
sphincter, too. This is important to me. Why, you ask? Because everyday
for six years I have jerked off to this moment. Not the moment when I
tongue fuck your asshole, mind you. That's just the lubrication process
at work. It's the moment when...well, I'm getting ahead of myself. The
lubrication process is a process and not a formality. I wish you could
reach under yourself to finger fuck your pussy as I do this, but your
hands are cuffed behind you, so that's impossible for the moment. Then
again, that's more fantasy than reality since you're in so much pain
after I smashed your face in with my brass knuckles unless you were a
true submissive frigging yourself would be the farthest thing from your
mind, but I digress. Of course, your eyes are fine it's just the rest
of your face that is destroyed. Your nose is Z shaped, and I find this
oddly suitable for you. Every now and then when blood pours out of your
mouth some of your teeth come out too kinda like pearls floating down a
dark crimson river. My hard on is aching, and it takes all of my
strength to keep myself from plunging deep into your holes. Lubrication
almost complete, but I can't resist so I slither my tongue into your
twat and then along your clit. Tastey, yet I have never tasted a pussy
that was so dry. Are you afraid, my dear? Well, you should be. Fear is
an integral part with suffering as the answer to the equation. Pain is
the y to the fear of x. Now, it's time. I finger fuck your cunt for a
moment. It's more to get a certain grip than for your possible
pleasure. There, I push your cunt walls against your asshole which
pushes out your schincter completely. It's like a pink muscled ice
cream cone sprinkled with shit. Thank noone it's lightly sprinkled
otherwise I would cut your tits off. Well, that's going to happen
anyway so what am I threatening? Any rate, my mouth is drooling despite
the pebbles of foul chocolate which decorate my dessert. I open wide
and suck in your asshole licking and sucking like a precocious child on
his mother's big beautiful breasts. The look in your eyes is almost
everything I have ever secretly hoped for while ferociously
masturbating in my bed. Almost, because the real purpose of this act
will come to bear in a moment. As I fellate your anal tissue, my eyes
savor your nude, sweaty body. I take a moment to lick the sweat from
your creamy buttocks then continue my ministrations. I dare not rub my
cock for fear of exploding prematurely although truth be told it
wouldn't even go down at this point merely recoup in the ready
position. Alas, it is time. Admiring your pink cylinder one last time I
push my hand into it slowly thrusting it back into its natural home. I
reach further inside which is where your discomfort builds triple fold
with each deeper probe of my fist. I'm almost forearm deep as I have
pushed harder and faster than you would have liked me to. I finally
found what I'm looking for...your colon. I can't help myself, so I
grasp it with a firm grip and tear it out of your asshole as fast as a
coined filled hand in a pot of gold. Our eyes bulge wide open, mine
with intense arousal, yours with absolute horror. Without any conscious
thought I thrust your colon into my mouth and bite down hard ripping it
open. And I thought the fecal sprinkles were nasty! However, I am no
longer in this world I am in my own. In my world, you are my food my
sustance and everything about you tastes delicious. Your screams cause
me to cum which is beyond fine it's perfect. I've never cum from a
sound before and the orgasm is so spasmodically intense I can barely
stand. In fact, I fall down face first right onto your ass cheek
pushing my nose deep into your asshole. I inhale deeply then bare my
teeth and chomp down into your flesh all the while looking into your
tear soaked eyes...you screaming as loud as you have ever screamed in
your whole life. My cock rubs against your soft pink moist soles and
begins to get rigid again as I take chunks out of your back. Chewing,
slurping, downright gulping your flesh as I frantically sample every
inch of your body. I could never cut your tits off with an instrument,
my dear. To deny my teeth the divine pleasure of tearing into them
would be a crime worthy of death. Everything becomes a blur...one
moment I pinch your clitoris between my teeth then burst it into my
mouth and the next moment I kissing and biting your lips off. Exposing
your teeth you are smiling at me which please me oh so much. A tear
falls from my eye as I come to my senses and realize you have left me
all too soon. I love you my dear, and I will never forget you. My love
requited, I am able to fully rejoin the world from which you have just
departed no longer captured within the throes of romantic longing...
that is until I fall in love again.