Posted by Moore on March 18, 2004 at 07:06:55:
My brunette's arm is scratched. "Should we move the bodies?" I ask.
"No," she answers, as I stare at her lightly muscled, bleeding arm. I am angry one of the Blondies hurt her. "Since you helped me," she continues, "is there something else you want for a reward?"
I look at the dead Blondies, the bloody knife in her hand, her sexy stomach, her chocolate eyes, and then the floor. "No," I mutter, naked and frustrated.
The brunette surges forward and grabs me. My head is back, with my neck exposed, so she can strangle me. My arms are to my sides, so she can stab me. My mouth is open to be plundered. My legs are spread slightly apart if she wants my sex. I gasp.
She turns me so she can watch the door into the room. I can feel that this is it. "What is your name?" I ask.
She looks a little suspicious. "Just your first name, I just want to know your first name," I babble.
"Kathy," she says.
Kathy moves the knife. She starts at my chest, and moves the tip of the knife, without touching me, up to close to my breast. I shudder, but don't move. Kathy moves the knife up to my collarbone, and I want to weep in frustration. She moves the knife to my throat, and I turn my head a little. "Not this fast," I think.
Kathy moves the knife back down to my chest. I pant and lick my lips as she gets closer to my stomach. My fingers get cold again. "Should I start touching myself?" I wonder. "Oh don't tease me, Kathy. Oh Kathy, Kathy, sweet Kathy."
"Right here, I think." Kathy says, holding the knife at my navel. Her other hand goes behind my head, probably to keep me from moving away. But I'm not pulling away. I enjoy her touch; her fingers in my hair. "Make me touch you," I beg silently.
"Do you want a quick stab to the heart?" she asks, playfully.
I guess my disappointment shows, because then she says "Or deep in, twisting the knife?"
"OH YES," I think, as I start shaking.
"Or a shallower cut in, then across to disembowel you?" she asks, as she moves the knife over in front of my stomach to show me what she means.
"Hmm," is all I can manage to say.
Kathy leans forward and kisses me. It is better then Mike's kisses, not as sloppy and wet. I push my sex toward her, looking for release, or looking for the knife.
Kathy shoves her leg between mine, letting me grind against it. Her kiss is deep, hard, and her tongue starts probing. Her hand gently touches my face. I like that. I think I moan, and continue humping her leg. My eyes start drifting shut. She moves her hand from my face to my neck and squeezes. "I am to be strangle as I am gutted? Goody!" My eyes shut completely; I am enraptured by her kisses. Kathy squeezes harder, but I am still able to breathe.
She stops kissing me, but doesn't let go of my neck. I am wickedly rubbing myself up and down on her leg. "You like being strangled," she says incredulously. "I wanted you to open your eyes." She squeezes my neck a little harder, and I try to swallow. "Keep your eyes open when I kiss you," she orders. I try to nod, but she has my neck, so I can't. I open my mouth and lick my lips.
Kathy laughs, but covers my mouth with hers. I am getting closer; just by rubbing against her leg. I moan, out loud, and in her mouth. "I am such a ..."
My thoughts are interrupted as she squeezes harder.
I start to stroke her wrist with one of my hands. I try to get her to squeeze harder. I tentatively stroke her other arm. She lets me. As I stroke her other arm, I try to pull the knife closer into me, pulling harder then I push.
She stops kissing me. I almost start crying and stroke as sensually as I can . She looks at me, and relaxes her knife wielding hand. My strokes pull it closer. "You want this too, don't you?" she asks, her face close to mine. I can't help it, I start coming.
She kisses me a few times, and rubs me against her leg, and I am eternally hers, for as long as she wants me.