Paul E.

He was always going to make an impact. From the moment he stepped inside she’d felt a frisson of excitement. Different. Sometimes the energy two people make together creates more than sparks, it brings forth two animals who peer out from underneath – it summons them.

His animal is ready to pounce. It takes her by the fucking throat and bites hard – wake up bitch. I am here. Hers awakes from its slumber with such force she races to catch up. The words the triggers the fucking orgasms dripping pouring one after the other long after he has gone.

It’s the bringing of darkness into light that surprises them both. He who couldn’t say those words out loud his entire life and her hearing them sending delight dressed as wrong. Be wrong with me Paulie. Be so wrong it makes it right. Free those words. Free my soul. Freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose. Right?

You out there wouldn’t understand if I wrote the words I read from him. How every time he sent a text my cunt would immediately react. He’d read my book and simply repeated the words back to me in a way that delighted and horrified me all at once. And fuck. This man. This fucking man and his cock and his lips and his hands and his skin and his everything just brought the whore to the party. It was a party for two with invited guests.

At first they rode the waves. Desire is like that perfect wave that carries you effortlessly from orgasm to orgasm and then comes the crashing into chaos where she gushes he growls and they lie catching their breath. But deeper still is a whole other place. She can’t go there. There is a sign on the door – Members Only and in smaller letters – There is more to life than sex, Allessandra! Oh. The End.

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The Sex. God.

It had started that morning with a man whose need was to be owned. He fed off her words of humiliation and contempt like a kid in a candy store. Of course, she didn’t touch his worthless cock nor was he given permission to touch her Goddess cunt. Each knew their place is this story. Two hours later she ordered him to leave with his orgasm unspent.

It isn’t that she is unkind by nature. It is the deeper understanding of what turns him on. His desire to be her personal toy would not go unnoticed. She had already decided he would cum but it would be in his hand on the end of the phone. later. Later, when a real man would be fucking her. Later, when she would take a real man’s cock down her throat and swallow him whole.

The God arrived with his mouth open ready to kiss. His tongue found hers before the door had even closed. Oh now that is more like it. She is pulling at his clothes before he gets to the bedroom. His cock etched in her memory his kiss making her wet. Bliss. Take me now baby here as I am.

Wear pantyhose he’d said. Rip them off she pleads. Rip a fucking hole in them and give me your cock she begs. Ah but wait. There’s someone who needs to wank. She details over the phone this magnificent cock before her – hey sissy boy – this is a real cock. I am a whore to this cock. Listen while I try and take it deeper down my throat. Did you hear me gag? I am trying so hard to get him all the way down and even with his hands on my head pushing himself deeper and deeper I can’t quite get to the base. I am a fucking explorer and this is my Everest.

Toy. Can you hear him on top of me. Do you hear his moans of pleasure as he pushes his huge cock inside me? Do you hear me begging him for more. Harder. Fuck me harder. Are you wanking your pathetic little cock sissy? I want a photo of your puddle of cum when you are done. He is rocking my world. I have no time for you now slave. Take care of yourself. It’s her turn now.

She is on top of him. This God with his big cock filling her cunt until she is squirming. She needs to gush all over him. She needs him to feel that wet pouring from her to him. She pulls herself from him and opens her cunt wide to let it flow. Oh my fucking God. A gush turns into a flood and the way his head rolls back and the moan that starts from his belly to his lips is enough to cause more and more until no more can be had.

She slept in her cum. Like a fucking baby.

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The Office. Fantasy.

She takes her time getting ready, freshly waxed, hot shower, perfume (Christian Dior – Addict), stockings, heels, white bra, white shirt, black skirt, black heels. Her hair is a wild mess of curls as though she has just walked along the beach but it wouldn’t really matter what she tried to do with it – it has a life of its own. Her make up is understated. She really could pass for a professional something or other.

He’d sent her the text this morning – Come. Noon. She’d smiled when she’d read those two words. This was the fantasy she’d been hungry for. A long time coming. He knew she’d always wanted to sit under his desk sucking his huge cock while he was in a meeting. She’d promised to be quiet. She would just have her mouth between his legs licking and sucking quietly.

She finds his office. He isn’t there. He’d told her he wouldn’t be but she still feels a pang of anxiety. She looks around. Here was his other life. His life without her. She had only ever seen him in her bedroom. She moves quickly under the desk feeling a mixture of fear and excitement. It starts in her belly and quickly moves between her legs.

He enters the room with his colleague. Without a word he takes his chair not even a glance toward her. There is business talk about timelines and whatnot but slowly he pulls his cock from his trousers. She has always loved the look of his beautiful cock, even flaccid it is huge but right now it is full and getting so hard she can barely contain herself.

Of course, he known she would come – he’d planned this long ago. It was always about the timing of the experience. He’d already told her how to dress for the adventure. He’d even purchased the perfume he wanted her to wear. He liked the idea of his whore sitting on her knees sucking his cock while he continued to work. His cock demanded attention as much as she did.

Reaching under the desk he pulled her closer so he could feel her breath against his skin. Her tongue started licking his shaft. This was going to be a challenge.

Her natural urge to form sounds that seemed to come from her belly, her desire to rub his pre-cum all over her mouth, to tap the head against her lips had to be controlled – for now. He moved his chair in so she could swallow him. He would need to be careful that he didn’t go too deep or she would choke on him and it would all be over.

How he kept from fucking her face was beyond all imagining. Where he would usually grab her hair and push her to
her limits wasn’t possible. It was maddening for both. She moved her mouth lower to lick his balls, her lips pulling them in gently until both were caressed – her cunt is dripping now her heart is racing now – she knows they are both on the edge.

He is alone now. He grabs her head with both hands and pushes down as deep as he can coming down her throat. He pulls her on to his lap and into her cunt biting her neck. She arches her back. The animals come together. It isn’t enough. He is still hard. He pushes her on to his desk – face down – skirt up – cock inside. Oh fuck. Yes fuck. It is hard and fast and the pounding stops when another load finds its way inside her.

The Kiss is King. His tongue is inside her mouth. Go. She walks out – his cum slowly dripping down her thighs. Oh baby. You are going to make this happen for me! Promise. Ax

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The Day We Met.

I was rested.  I was ready.  Come.  And there you were.  I laughed inwardly when I heard myself audibly gasp at the sight of you.  You with the sunglasses you with the smile and the confidence exuding from every pore of your body.  Suddenly it was me who felt shy and awkward and unsure.  This won’t do.

Leading you into the bedroom I tried to gather my thoughts.  But you wouldn’t be led.  You gathered me into your arms and smelt my hair, your mouth lingered on my neck.  No.  I expect you there not here.  But there you are with a mind of your own.

It isn’t long before you are naked but it is your eyes that are gazing a little too long into mine.  No.  Let me look at your cock.  And oh my.  Oh my.  You are so huge.  This cock is beautiful and full of promises and whispers like a fucking siren of the sea.  Please.  Fill my mouth.

I try my best to open wide.  Wide enough to swallow a python whole.  Practiced in the art of deep throat and still I struggle.  I move my body so my throat will open wider and still – it is choking me now.  And all the while my cunt is responding in kind.

I am on top of you thinking I have control but you pull my face towards yours and kiss me hard.  You kissed me so hard that I could not breathe but to be fair I didn’t want to.  I wanted to be devoured.  I wanted you to take that control.  From me.

I am riding you but really you are riding me even if I am on top.  Your lips your tongue your body is pressing into mine until I have nowhere to go but here.  Here you have me.  Those waves come over me and it feels like the crashing of the sea over the rocks.

It felt like forever was captured in a single moment in time.  Your body your kiss your eyes your mouth your cock.  They are still there.  Long after you left I found myself feeling the shake.  You know, that memory of desire that lingers.  It still lingers.

You sent a photo this morning.  Huge big cock staring right back at me.  My fingers found their way back to pleasure.  We are not done yet.  In fact, we have not even started.  Ax

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The Gentleman Caller.

This man. This man with the mouth that could kiss her all over.  This man who would gently pull her hair to turn her face toward his.  Yeah.  This man.

She asks if he would enter her home with his cock out, hard, she will be on her knees ready to lick taste devour.  She waits.  For no man.  While on her knees she imagines him walking through the door, it is enough to make her cunt wet.

He walks through the door without saying a word.  Cock hard.  Cock ready.  She licks her lips and opens wide.  His cock is big but she swallows it whole.  And then she says hello.  It’s been a while.

She leads him to her bedroom, guiding him by his cock.  The room is soft and warm and inviting.  He can’t contain himself this first time.  She actually gasps when he pushes through her intentions.  His cock impales her and her cunt responds with the wet sounds of passion.  It’s been a long time coming.

The kiss tells her all she needs to know about this man.  This man kisses her with the wild abandon that only comes from desire.  She hears herself moan inside his mouth.  There is something just so fucking hot about his kiss.

His head between her legs his tongue finding where it ought be – she pulls him to her by his hair.  Come back here.  Breathe this fire into her.  Let her start again.  Now she needs to control herself.  Make it last make it real make it a dance.  The energy is right there.

There is something about this man that needs to be unleashed.  It is right fucking there.  She wants him out of control – she wants to go there with him.  They slow down to the natural rhythm of their inner animal.  That animal that usually hides or cowers from the fire.  Come my baby come come my baby you’re my butterfly sugar baby.

He has to kiss her now.  She feels the demand while he pulls her closer.  Yes.  Pull her body into yours  and make her scream.  His fingers inside her hot wet juicy fuck yes harder please – the kiss is what drives her over the edge and here she comes – again – again – again.

He rests she waits.  It isn’t that she is insatiable or patient but somehow he has started something she does not want to finish.  Not yet.  And again and again and again.  He is sated.  She is a mess.  Her hair her make up her body – it has been thoroughly enjoyed.

And so it is.

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Charge.

He drives quickly through the night getting ever closer to being further away from his daily life. He spends his days in charge – decisions – people – places. Ah but soon.

She pulls on her boots and stands in front of the mirror to apply a darker shade of pale. Transformation complete. She checks the time. It waits for no man.
His cock is starting to twitch. He knows what waits. She will be taking him taking charge taking every part of him to a place he visits not even in his dreams.

She will make him wait in front of her door until he almost turns to leave. Ah but leave your expectations at the door – she will do what she does when she’s ready.

He searches for the light in her eyes with a pleading he hadn’t known he really had. She smiles. You are safe. Leave your self right here she says – it’s time to let him rest – show me your secret self. The one who needs instruction – the one who wants only to please. Her.

She has spent time learning the names of his inner demons. She undresses him slowly, all the while breathing on his neck kissing his lips sucking his tongue. Best you not come she says with a seductive sigh – your time will be over.

She moves to her chair. It is black and ornate with a certain kind of elegance. She uncrosses her legs allowing him a glimpse but he wants a gulp he wants to lick to suck to be enveloped with her cunt. Crawl on over she whispers. Worship this cunt.

He can’t breathe but he doesn’t care. Her legs pull his face even closer. Her hands on his head. This is not about you baby – this is only about my pleasure. Do you understand? Don’t you come until permission is granted. Her cunt juicy hot wet all over his face. She pulls her breasts free from confine he is moved to suck and lick and thank her for this freedom.

He feels her body shudder beneath him. He must not must not must not come. Stand she says. Wank for me wank over me. He can’t hold this he must he can’t – she moves behind him biting his neck finally allowing release.
Freedom sometimes requires the permission of someone else. And here I am. Cum.

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Call Me.

I’m waiting. I lie here with the arm of Zeus ready willing able. I imagine him there – he is – waiting for the time to arrive. He will call me at 7pm. It’s a thing. I am excited. I am ready. Right on time. Not a second before nor a second after. He knows better.

And there he is. His voice on the other end of the phone – it captivates me. It draws me into his world his fantasy – my reality. That’s the thing with words. They dance around each other changing the way they taste the way they feel and the movement in between.
Tell me he says. Show me I say. I ask to see this hard cock that is raging between his legs. He complies. I return the favour with a photo of the arm of Zeus between my legs. Zeus is a big cock that never runs out of steam – he’s plugged in.

He pulls the words from me when the best I can do is moan through my orgasm. It’s the hearing his breathing that takes me further. The erotic has entered the room. It crackles down the line. I want his cock down my throat. Now. His hand on my head forcing it deeper and deeper until …

I can hear him coming closer. I wait. We lose ourselves for just this moment. The words turn to breath. My mouth opens to let it escape. His voice turns to a growl and I imagine myself right there watching him touch pull cum. I wouldn’t waste a fucking drop.

There is something so erotic about listening to his want. There is something so erotic about wanting to listen. Tell me your secrets. Let me inside your head. Let’s be free of it all. Sometimes we just need to lose ourselves. There is no other time. This is now. It’s all that matters really.

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The Kiss.

It starts with a kiss, doesn’t everything though? The kiss of life. The kiss of death. La petite mort. The flow of the sexual energy from his mouth to hers causes her to bite her lip in remembrance. Her body responds at the very thought of the kiss with waves of rolling passion. She can feel the blood pump around her lips – the heaviness of wont – it pushes her to want more. Breathless.

This. This is new. It is the ache between her legs, the body arching closer to his cock. It is perfect. She has thought of nothing more than his cock pushing inside of her wet raging cunt. To hear his animal approach is quite the thing. This animal is called desire. It climbs inside her and pushes against her. Lose control is the silent cry whether it be directed at him or her – it doesn’t matter.

This version of this man with this perfect cock – has she simply created it? Did she decide to devour him or did he decide to devour her – either way there is a hunger that need be sated – a thirst that need be quenched. Her cunt is hot and wet and waiting waiting waiting. She hears him gasp at the state of her. She knows his cock twitches with the understanding that this is for him.

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VIP.

Who is a VIP? You already know if you fit into that category. You will have visited Allessandra Browne on many occasions. You know her body. You remember her scent. You ache to feel her mouth wrapped around your cock. You share a sexual connection that is yours alone.

As a VIP you call the shots. You know you will be seen regardless of the hour. You know she will wrap her arms around your neck and kiss you hard before beckoning you into her ‘office’. There is something comforting about the lit candle the ambient lighting the fuck me music playing softly.

You are invited. Allessandra invites you to become senseless. Your legs are spread and cuffed. Your arms spread and hands cuffed to the contraption beneath the mattress. You can barely move but your cock grows. Allessandra blindfolds you. You know she would put her headphones on you to complete the sensory deprivation but it would mean she couldn’t hear the music and the music is her thing.

You trust her. You have to. She starts with a kiss. You feel her tongue inside your mouth and kiss her back as hard as you can. Her mouth goes to your nipples to gently suck and bite. She hears that sigh escape your lips. Slowly she makes her way down your body. We both know what she wants.

Allessandra is a cock worshipper. If you have been to see her, you know this already. The feel of cock parting her lips, her tongue encouraging the tip of your cock – you can feel her breath all hot and steamy already starting to pant. It is at this moment that she can feel her cunt begin to ache with desire. Her cunt is wet and slippery with want.

His cock slips down her throat with ease. You can feel her wet mouth – her breath – your balls are hard and tight and begging release. Her mouth is in complete control of you now. So close. So close. So close. And then she begins again. It is a lot. It is too much.

Feeling her move until you feel the weight of her body on top of yours. You want that cock inside her cunt. You want it you need it you will fucking have it. If only you weren’t imprisoned. Yes? Her mouth covers yours to suck the
kiss from you. And then. The pressure of her cunt pushing down on your cock is almost too much. It is wet and tight and pulsing the sides of your cock. Her breasts are offered to your mouth. You lick suck and moan with the desire of a man who needs to cum.

It is feeling her on top riding you hard. You can hear her panting and you can feel her gushing. FUCK ME is all she needs to say and your body has lost control. You are fucking her your hips are raised your cock has taken over. Together you release.

The best thing about being a VIP is there is no end. It just is. It will always be. He will always be welcome. Come. Fuck me. xx

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Please Sir.

It takes a certain kind of man to make her truly submit. It starts with his ability to assert himself. He knows what he wants and he intends to have it. It is that intention that creates the heat between the him and the her. It is in her this willingness to let go of control. Please and thank you.

The knock on the door is anything but timid. He won’t wait. He imagines kicking the fucking door down if necessary. It is the only thing standing between want and wanton. It is his cock that will do the talking from the moment she opens that goddamn door. Open!

Behind the door she licks her lips and smoothes her hair. Right this second she is still in control, she can sit quietly until he leaves but her heart is beating a little too fast and her anticipation is everything. The sweetness of her wants to taste his sweat, swallow him whole and allow him in. Unlock.

There is an edge to his voice that hits her down deep. It is the taking of her face between his hands and kissing her hard that first takes her breath away. This man with the fire wanting to burn this bitch down. He is led to her bedroom where the wild things play. The dance begins before the music has even started. The blindfold in place. Silence.

It’s quiet in here she thinks to herself. Her thoughts are focused on the here and now – the him the her the submission the control. Truth be told she asks herself who really holds control here – the one who wants his cock rammed down her throat or the one who controls the cock? Submission.

His flesh is burning his hard cock pushing ever further down her throat. Open wide baby. Stick your tongue out. Take it. Taste it. Swallow it. Now he can go slower. Now he can begin to build the heat again. The demands come so thick and fast and all she can focus on is the sound of his voice.

Will you do this? Will you do that? No. You will do this and you will do that. The question becomes the answer. What won’t you do? Be careful how you answer he says. Ah but she knows there are no limits apart from those he set in stone.
It is a game. This pull push of the dominant submissive. Neither really runs the show. The demons run amok. He is spent.

She pretends to be sated. Only we know, dear reader, there is no end to this – we have only just started.

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