Posted by Rom on November 11, 2000 at 16:18:50:
In Reply to: Rom's Reward posted by Jennifer Kilmey on November 08, 2000 at 00:19:17:
I pick up my 17th century Italian dagger, our favorite toy, and stroke you under the chin. I contemplate cutting the belt and letting you breathe again, but once that tongue protudes from your mouth I lose my reason. I kneel down, straddling your head, and touch the head of my still hard cock to your tongue. Sweet, tender, wet, friction -- I plunge it down your throat and at the same time bring the dagger down with all my might, up to the hilt in your belly, an inch above your pelvic bone. Your body jerks at the pain and still strains for oxygen, consrticted not only by the not but by the hot shaft that now fills your throat. You make little gasping sounds -- a death-rattle? the beginning of an orgasm? I'm so lost in my own passion, I hardly care. My cock pumps like a piston and with every stroke, I remove and replunge the dagger as well. With my left hand, I touch your pussy, taking your clit between my thumb and forefinger. Your body strains more. I can almost feel your heart pounding beneath me. I look up and watch the movement of your feet -- first,stamping them on the floor in rhythm with my thrusts, then your legs shoot straight out and I watch your toes alternately clench tight, then spread wide apart. From your convulsions, I'm pretty sure you're coming now, but I've yet to produce more semen than what already smears the soles of your feet.
Then all at once, it happens -- the moment of perfection. All your movement stops, your muscles ease and relax. Your glittering toes, spread wide apart at the moment of death, relax and slowly settle in repose next to one another. That's more than I can bear. Despite my previous orgasm, I feel a rush of warmth far down in my balls. I pull my cock from your mouth and the hot semen spills on your lips, your cheeks; I rise to my knees, still gushing onto your tits and grasping the dagger, still buried in your womb, with both hands. It is the most powerful orgasm I have ever known -- even more than coming between your holy, still living feet.
I stand and look down at your corpse. The outpouring of my love covers your face, your tits, your belly, your feet. Left in alley, you would look like a broken slaughtered whore. Here, for me alone, you are my dearest love.