The Only Good Sex Is Torture Sex

Torture sexThe minute I saw her I was in lust.  I have never in My life had seen someone so perfect.  Beautiful face, beautiful body, beautiful smile.  I was captivated by her.  I watched her for a very long time.  Many a man approached her, she was kind in turning them down.  She showed them the ring on her finger and said no thank you.  I sat back to take in the pure grace of this stunning creature.  I decided nothing ventured nothing gained.  I walked up to the bar, touched her on her smooth shoulder as I leaned over her to order another drink.  She smiled at Me, I smiled back.  She said, “You have beautiful hair.”  I said, “You have a beautiful everything from what I can see.”  She blushed. As I was leaving her side to return to My table I added, “I would love to see a lot more if you feel like doing something a bit…different.”

I could tell she was watching Me as I walked away.  Good.  It wouldn’t be long before she approached Me.  She sat down next to Me.  She acted shy, I didn’t.  I sat forward, pressing My right hand behind her head pulling her toward Me. I kissed her hard, forcing My tongue into her mouth.  Then I sat back.  She looked a bit surprised but I could tell from her eyes that I was going to have a wonderful night.

Snuff sexShe was laying in front of the fire.  I marveled over her unmarred skin.  Not one touch of ink done on her, not one piercing.  She was flawless.  The only thing wrong with flawless things is that eventually they break.  It was time for her to break.  I kissed her one last time, trailing My fingers down over her full breasts, down her stomach before plunging My sharp nails into her wet pussy.  The torture sex portion of the night was beginning.  She slammed her legs together, trying to sit up, I slapped her hard across the face.  She tried to sit up again, and once more another stinging slap landed on her smooth cheek. 

I grabbed her by the chin, pushing My nails into her flesh.  I bared my teeth as My hand sunk deeper into her cunt.  I calmly told her that now it was My turn to have fun.  By the end of our lovely evening together, there was the smell of charred flesh permeating the condo building I had broken into to have My little tryst.  I could hear doors opening up, people stopping each other in the hall asking where it was coming from.  I watched all this from the doorway of the building.  It wasn’t long before I could hear the police sirens slicing through the night, just like I sliced through My flawless lover.

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