Gentle Spirit

Caught up in the whirlwind that is you, my perfect storm.

Love, Lust, Friendship, Passion, Desire and Vulnerability.

The forces that on their own inspire greatness, combined The Perfect Storm.

Walking into the hotel that Friday Night my nerves were rattled from your earlier declaration.

I am going to fuck you as soon as you get here. What?! Let’s just get reacquainted first, I think.

Two weeks since I had seen you, but it was only our second weekend together.

The combination of excitement, anxiety, insecurity and raw passion.

God, I feel like such a Whore. Your Whore. Wanting you to just do it, yes, fuck me.

Afraid you might do it. My head spinning, feeling dizzy, knowing you can and will do as you wish.

Entering room 347, thinking this is the same room that two weeks ago I first felt your rapture.

Flashes of you pinning me against the wall, the intense grip on my hair as you pulled me to the bed.

Remembering my screams as your teeth clamped down on my breast; whimpering around your cock as I tried to wiggle away from the sting of your hand crashing down on my ass one after the other. You grabbing me around the waist and forcing me to accept each blow as you coldly ordered, CONTINUE.

Thinking, if these walls could talk, they would sing my cries, my pleas, my screams. I shiver.

As you are looking at me again I wonder, do you know how wet I am right now? I can feel the passion between my legs. I can feel the need to stretch myself around you and be mounted by you.

Still… you sense my nerves, and see my hunger for you and choose to prolong my agony. Sadist that you are.

Little do I know then that by the end of this night you will make me beg for my debauchery, and I will plead with you to violate me. Who the fuck are you Dreamwalker, and what have you done to me? What spell have you put on me?

“Shall we go for dinner?” you suggest.

You’re not fooling me, Mr. Walker, I can see the throb in your pants. Yet you are a slave to your Sadism, you will enjoy my suffering more than satisfying your own carnal needs. Such self control you have, you must teach me that someday. Good Girl that I am, I take your hand and we head out to dinner.

I can feel the sexual tension in the car as we drive. Smalltalk ensues, you ask me about the restaurant and if the Sushi is good, when all the while I am thinking, all I want to do is ravage your cock with my tongue and mouth, right now, as you drive I just want to rip open your jeans, and feel your cock hit the back of my throat. I can smell your cock, I need it and I am a slave to it.

Fuck, I say to myself, just do it, show him how much you need it. Show him the nasty little slut monster he has created. Grab his hands and shove it up your skirt so he can feel your wetness.

My clit is begging for you to play with it. Oh God, a two hour dinner to get through. Fuck this, I think, fucking Sushi.

“Yes, it’s pretty popular and the Sushi is great,” is all I manage to get out, and more small talk, if only you knew the filthy thoughts that I was just thinking and the carnal desire I felt for you.

We arrive at Yen Sushi and head in. I love how you insist on sitting right next to me, and how you never take your hand off my ass. I am so horny at this point that I don’t care who sees, I just want your hand up my skirt and soaked by my wetness.

[Just so you know, reliving this got me so hot, I had to stop here and play with your magic wand.]

You stay restrained and are pouring love and affection over me, little kisses, eye contact, you never took your hands off me. All I want is to go back to the hotel. Back to room 347, back to the place where you really introduced yourself to me, all of yourself.

Finally, we head back, and after a glass of wine we step out onto the patio for a smoke. You go in for the kiss, ahhhhh here we are again. Kissing my neck, licking it, pinned against the wall outside on the patio then… Eyes snap open, screams, I try to take in air but it was sucked out of me so quickly I am clutching on to your shirt.

You release your teeth from my shoulder. You look into my stunned eyes with such compassion, and you caress my face with your hand. I don’t know what to say. I am trying to regain my breath and… Again, all over again, I am overwhelmed. I don’t know what to do, I can’t think. I can only feel the intense pain from your teeth biting so hard, so so hard it feels like I am being electrocuted.

I am screaming and begging you to release and finally you do. As you look into my eyes this time, you can see my pleas to stop, you can read my pain all over me. I am covered in goose bumps and still reeling and I can’t gather my thoughts except to wail, No no no no please no.

You get a strange kind of a smirk on your face and open your mouth. This time, you want me to know it is coming. You want to show me what a Sadist is.

Then I hear the words I have been longing for. “I Love You.” Again, overwhelmed, what did you say? “I Love You.” Again, I feel like I just had the wind knocked out of me. This time though is too much for me, emotionally and physically as I start to feel dizzy and can no longer stand I slide down the wall towards the patio floor.

There you are pulling me back up, pulling me into you. “I Love You,” I wail, “I Love You Too”.

You see I am on the verge of crumbling, you stop. You hold me and bring me back inside where you start to love me, you are comforting me.

I want to suffer for you. I need to suffer for you. It is the way I show you my love. It is your language of true love and how I communicate my love to you.

I start to feel upset because I didn’t want you to stop. I need you to trust me that I will safeword when I need it. I suppose that you just needed to stop for you.

Still shaken by everything, we lay on the bed and start to make love. You are so worried about hurting me, that you handle me so lightly. I ask for more, you say no. You say that it will happen as you are comfortable, but I need to show you now.

We both know I am no Masochist, yet I still need to suffer for you. I get on top of you, and your cock feels like it came home. Making love to you feels like coming home. I am feeling such intense love for you in this moment.

Looking down at you, overwhelmed by you, thinking that I needed to find a way to show you. I need you to know how much I love you, and how far I will go for you.

You see my need, my hunger, my willingness to please you and I see the passion in your eyes. I look down at you and hear those beautiful words again, “I love you.”

This time though, in your vulnerability, I go in for the kill. Like a lioness I see you exposed, in that moment it is like I am the ruthless animal and you have offered your neck so I look directly into your eyes and say “Fuck My Ass, Hard!”

This time, your eyes snap open, I can feel your shock, trying to process the moment but in a state of total confusion. Trying to fight nature, trying to resist your maleness, the struggle lasting seconds, but nature wins out as it always, always will.

As I see that you can’t resist my request, I see something possess you. I am thinking, Oh I am going to get what I asked for okay. Like a predator stalking your prey, you rise up from the bed. Any sign of vulnerability gone.

I assume the Doggie Style position naturally, and you look at me, and command, “No… on your stomach.”

No sooner than I get into position do I feel you pounce on me. Then… My Virgin Ass, never ever EVER been fucked before is being drilled, no lube, nothing, except the raw pain of you driving into me over and over and over as fast and furiously as you are able to deliver.

I am laying there, trapped. I feel your breath close to my ear. Then, as I want to scream out, and I can’t remember if I did. I was in so much pain, I can’t remember, I only remember you leaning up right against my ear and saying in the sexiest tone I have ever heard, “I feel like I am raping you.”

Oh God, I think I might come. I am trapped and my ass is being tortured, pounded, violated, defiled, humiliated and I am fucking loving and hating every second of it.

After a while I ask so gingerly in a meek and as sweet and vulnerable tone as I have ever uttered, “Could you slow down a little, please?”

Your love for me showed in that moment, as you did, by instinct, you chose Love over Sadism. You chose to spare me for just enough time for me to catch my breath to process what was going on, and then you resumed your brutal assault on me.

I loved you more than you could ever know in that moment. You showed me the capacity of your heart in those few seconds. You showed me your soul in those seconds.

In those few seconds, our souls were kissing. In those few seconds, you bared all to me, and I bared all to you. In those few seconds, you were a Slave to my Love.

I will never forget those few seconds.

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Postscript: Please read Dreamwalker’s take on this evening here: http://dreamwalker.com/enter-the-sadist