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| Clodmin |
on Mon 24 May 10, 10:22 AM to Clodmin's blog.
Hello everybody.
I have decided to become a professional porn writer. I guess I just realised how talented I am and thought probably everyone else should know too. I hope you enjoy it.
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She tries to move but she can't move because he has her bondaged really tightly and stuff. She can tell he is a master rope-tying person by the expert way he shibari-ed the fuck out of her. She cannot move an inch.
“Damn it,” she thinks, “who is this chiseled genius and what does he want with my nubile young body?” She will soon find out.
Footsteps sound out in a really creepy way somewhere nearby. They are creepily approaching her in a way that gives her the creeps. It's a bit like one of those dripping dungeons in movies, except a lot smaller, and the dripping sound is recorded on a tape. Plus, it's not so much a dungeon as it is a flat above a restaurant in Croyden.
She notices that she is blindfolded and cannot see. And her mouth is gagged with a big fuck-off ball gag that is proper doing her head in but she doesn't want to spoil the mood by mentioning it. She cannot talk.
“Oh fuck,” she says, as she sees his weirdly-clothed legs come into view. She scratches her forehead and takes a sip from her tea.
Pat, pat, pat. That's the sound of his shoes coming down the stairs. I was going to go with 'chink chink chink' because of the keys on his belt but I didn't want that to be mistaken for racism or metal spurs. At this point, I'd like to re-iterate the creepiness of the footsteps, which become ever more creepy as they approach. She has never met an oriental cowboy before.
He slowly descends the staircase into the inexplicably garish red quasi-dungeon, the faint sound of next-door's television wandering in through the wall. She knows that much pain is to come.
He bows, thumbing through the remains of a carton of egg fried rice. “Are you prepare to be dominate by my huge cock and ball?”
As an extreme hardcore slut, she knows the answer will be yes. The anticipation is too much. She cannot stand it for much longer. Eastenders will be on soon and then she's got to pack her bag and go back to Weymouth. Nana's coming over tomorrow and that front room won't hoover itself. The air is a thin soup of fear, dribbling into her soul through the gaps around her gag. The walls heave in time with her breath. Or she pretends they do because it sounds poetic. Something like that. You could cut the atmosphere with a pair of EMT scissors.
Suddenly out of nowhere, his arms are upon her. They scratch, claw, scrape, paw at her flesh. Some other synonyms too. She is completely at his mercy. Bound, motionless and vulnerable, a meat puppet dangling at the end of his whim. His hands rain down upon her rump, each strike landing further into the crumbling fabric of her will.
But mere hands are not enough for him. He removes his ten gallon hat, placing it to one side next to this weird metal bench thingy that he had custom-built last year and still isn't sure what it does. She drools. He slides his chaps down to his ankles to reveal his massive cock/ball combination but the chaps get stuck and he scuttles off to one side to spare her the inelegant ballet. She watches him in the mirror and thinks about paté. “God, I love paté,” she thinks.
He scrapes a few lingering shreds of atmosphere off the EMT scissors and uses them to free himself from the uncooperative chaps. He'll be wanted back at the restaurant soon. No time for these delays. Mother will sew them back together later.
His cock is huge. Partly because I'm keen to avoid any negative stereotypes, and partly because I am hoping that girls will read this and project onto me the myriad qualities of the antihero I create. His ball is also huge. The other one was bigger, but it had to go. The experience left him distrustful of Western medicine.
Anyway, so he's BDSMing the absolute shit out of her, although not in the literal sense because she listed that as a hard limit in one of the several pre-session negotiations they held. Fuck knows what she's getting out of it, but he's a proper dominant, so such things do not concern him. He does what he wants.
Suddenly, and with great force, he began to pound his hardened cock against her thighs and legs. The pain was indescribable. At least for now; I may learn a few new adjectives and come back to edit this later. She moaned and screamed and pleaded with him to stop because his cock was just so damned huge but he had his walkman on and was deaf to her pleas. Also, I think she was gagged but I don't have time to go back and check.
“When did we slip into the past tense?” He asked her, in-between heavily thumping his tool against the back of her knee. She stared back, blankly. It was hard to say. Because of the gag.
Suddenly, he wandered slowly over to a clothed table at the side of the room. Clothed in the sense of having cloth on it, it wasn't dressed up in clothes or anything.
He picked up large wooden spoon and raised it above his head, bringing it down heavily against her reddened buttocks with such great force that it jogs them both back into the present tense. She weeps.
Once her trauma is complete, her pats her on the back.
“Now you must honour my ball.”
He unties her, slowly, because some of the knots got pulled too tight. She has longer nails and so gives him a hand untying her. The dungeon dripping sounds finish and the multichanger selects the next CD. It's Bros.
“I don't know how that got in there,” he lies. She pretends to believe him.
She honours his ball for a while, which is slightly uncomfortable, but it would be awkward if she just said no. Suddenly, they both realise that I have lost interest in writing this, and he spunks on her face because porn has taught us that this is how all sex ends.
Limp and clammy, they lie together in a bundle of spent rope. The wipe-clean linoleum floor sticks to their tired skin, peeling away as they shuffle into comfort, and he hugs her gently as the semen hardens on her face.
| 24 May 10, 10:32 AM jukejointjezabel 5 yrs |
*fap* | |
| 24 May 10, 10:32 AM Caracal UK(SS), 5 yrs      |
That's the best porn I've read on here, it made me chuckle out loud and that is the sexiest stimulation of all. When's the next episode please? The nice lady with the whip. | |
| 24 May 10, 10:33 AM Thought_Policeman UK(SO), 2 yrs |
HOT. | |
| 24 May 10, 10:59 AM Betony UK, 7 yrs |
Agreed! I'm a bit disappointed that the mandatory blow job was left out though. Any chance of it in the next episode? | |
| 24 May 10, 11:14 AM Grasshopper UK(SE), 2 yrs |
As the picture says, I came Oh, well, that's easy. Tucker's Law: If some cunt can fuck something up, that cunt will pick the worst possible time to fucking fuck it up because that cunt's a cunt. I've got that embroidered on a teatowel at home. | |
| 24 May 10, 11:19 AM MsWhisper 8 yrs |
Bloody hilarious  | |
| 24 May 10, 11:44 AM just_six UK(CH), 10 yrs |
That's an amazing talent you have there! Should hit the bestsellers list in no time...thanks for the Monday morning chuckle | |
| 24 May 10, 12:08 PM Clodmin UK(OX), 3 yrs |
I am thoroughly whelmed by the response, and hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed masturbating to the knowledge that someone was paying attention to my life. I have taken on board the suggestions, and next episode will feature at least three blowjobs. I must go now, as I have to sew some patches onto my cape. To truly be at one with your environment, you must first beat beat the fuck out of it with a stick. | |
| 24 May 10, 12:16 PM tallulahme UK, 2 yrs |
Awesome, T x “Do you really have to be the ice queen intellectual or the slut whore? Isn't there some way to be both?” | |
| 24 May 10, 12:32 PM Crystal_Eyes UK, 5 yrs   |
I sincerely hope that, after that, you have set aside some time to have your own ball well and truly honoured. <3 ------------------------------------------ |
