המתת השור

But He would know how to avoid the wrath and calm this angry creature in
front of me...that is when he left the belt somewhere not to be seen and
decided to tie me, neutralize me...by then, I could be this furious and
spitting monkey again...I had no more options...

Not many words were said during these few moments...all is understood and
happening during the turn of the minute....mind near mind, instinct brushing
instinct... the will to surrender against the real to conquer...in absent
words and in constant signs, like a fatal dance, as gracious as a fire
kissing the wood ...we were both consuming the burning blaze of our
desires....

so the lashes of the belt came back to hit my skin...by then, I had closed
my eyes and plunged into myself as deep as possible, within my somber self,
only bursting back to the surgafe when the lashes where again on my
skin....by then, i had only the texture, the confusing texture to guess and
know what would hurt me next...by then, my capacity to preparation, defense
was close to null....and there, when he was drawing on my skin the stinging
mark of His sadist desire, when He was making love to me not only to my
offered skin but through every pore of my being, did I know that His
excitation, His wanting me was absolutely complete, complete desire of
Owning me...once these romantic dreams of Marcel Proust, impossible in
reality, possible through pain, abandonment and giving up the fight,
surrendering totally to His, to Him....
He was, I know drawing lines of rosy furrows on my skin, forming strange
figures on the creamy color of my belly, my thighs open, my sex
offered...until He started to beat in small and dry hits my clitoris growing
now to maximum exitation...concentrating on this very apparell of
pleasure...the lips, the creamy side labias and extracting the clitoris from
its hidden place...from a full bodied woman, I had become an enormous sex
only...this part invading all my being ...deciding of all my feelings and
sensations...at the crossroads now between pure pain and pleasure....

Oh...after the cold metal impact had I accepted His fingers now, penetrating
me...could I offer any further resistance now ? no...I had prayed for this
move...now that I had the only desire for salvation through extreme and warm
pleasure...and I had accepted his hand, penetrating my vagina, open totally,
like a warm lava of honey...

there was I, his hand planted in me, touching the walls of my inner vagina,
awakening the mysterious areas of the climax to come or not to come....would
he thrust on the next millimiter, I had lost my climax...would he go back a
bit and his fingers touched a few centimeters of that warm and dump inner
flesh, he was owning me and my orgasm completely....Man, woman...man
offering Her pleasure....bequesting this extraordinary moment of openness,
Her questing for this only goal now, catching this ultimate flash of extase,
together with Him, delivered to him...Him within Her

When I climax, I often cries...the intensity of the emotion brakes me into a
river of sorrow and despair...the loneliness of extase...the body exposed,
exploding from within, total abandonment...
never be far away from me my Lover when I go on these soul rocky trips...i
שcould rock the boat and overturn my self....I cry, I shout, I Gsping for
air, for existence...i am alone and their, in a never so intense moment, in
my life, for a moment only, of a man and a woman being lovers together....