Midnight Confession
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Posted:Jan 10, 2008 2:34 am
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Thank you all for viewing my Midnight Confessions. I have decided that since they are not very popular I will discontinue posting. If you would like to see their continuation please contact me so I know there is someone who cares. All the best to you. K
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Midnight Confession 39/6
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Posted:Dec 31, 2007 12:42 am
Last Updated:Nov 5, 2009 2:48 am
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Her body pulsed with pleasure under his weight. He pulled away from her. Watching her body. Feeling her heat with his hands. Feeling her wetness he pushed his fingers into her. Smelling her warm musk filling the room. He put his fingers under his nose to inhale her passionate aroma. Sweet. He tasted his fingers. Her creamy sweet passionate milk filled his consciences. He ran his hand over her body feeling her, touching her, imagining what he wanted from her next. This was his. All of this was his. He moved to the top of the bed and knelt next to her. His cock still hard he stroked it watching her face. He owned this beauty. He pushed his engorged cock into her open mouth. This surprised her and she choked. He pushed it deep inside her. She could smell her scent on him. She could taste herself on him. Her taste excited her because it was on him, part of him, part of them. He loved the feeingl of her tongue flicking the underside of his cock. He loved being inside her. He reached down and found her nipple and pinched hard. He felt her moan against him. "Hold still little one. Hold still." She felt his cock pulse inside her mouth, then the taste of a salty liquid. He smiled down at her. She swallowed. He pulled out of her and kissed her deeply. He owned her submission completely. He was ready to give her his essences. To come deep inside her. He wanted to be deep in her ass. He wanted to stay inside her all the rest of the day. The idea that she would carry a part of him with her all day excited him. He untied her hand. He would set her free. She took hold of his cock pulling him toward her. She wanted him in her mouth again. He took ahold of her hand. "No my little one." He was firm and she let go of her grip immediately. She knew she must obey. He got off the bed and untied her ankle. He ran his hand up her leg. Her body shuddered with desire for him. He pushed her leg aside. He bent over and took her clit into his mouth. He loved her taste. He loved feeling her clit with his tongue, sucking on it, pleasuring her. Her body began to move. Her hand exploring his body. Touching him, feeling him. A low purr came from her. He knew this sound and loved it. His cock hardened as he became more and more excited. He reached down and stroked himself. He wanted her. She wanted him. He got on the bed his mouth still on her clit. He straddled her body and she took his hardened cock into her mouth. She lifted up to take him into her. She wanted all of him. She could feel herself coming close to climax. He wanted this for her. He wanted to feel her pulsing and know he had given it to her. He reached over and found the large dildo and pushed in deep inside her. He would watch the pulsing against it. He could hear her sounds becoming more shrill and knew it was because she was close. He felt the warmth of her tongue on his hardened member and did not know how much more he could stand. Then her body began to pulse. The dildo was being pushed out by the contractions. He pulled it out and her milky pleasure juices ran down her legs to the bed. He lapped up the honey liquid. He got off the bed and untied her other ankle and her other wrist. He got back on the bed and rolled her over. He loved her submission to him. she would obey because her wish was to please him. His hand found her crack and his fingers, full of the honeyed liquid, pushed deep inside her. He felt the warmth of her ass. The tightness of her against him. This is where he would leave his juices. He straddled her and pushed his cock deep into her. She cried out. Her body tensing then releasing. His arms held her arms against the bed and her head rose to meet his. "I love you in my ass." "And I love to be in your ass my little one." He felt her pulse to his voice. He knew it would not be long, he could not hold on long. His excitement was taking over. He pushed deeper and deeper inside her. He heard her moaning with pleasure. Moaning to let him know she loved what he was doing. Moaning to release this wonderful feeling. Deeper and deeper he would push. "I love feeling you inside me." "And I love being inside you." Her body pulsed again with the sound of his voice. His cock pulsed with desire. "Cum with me." She said. He would give her this. This moment she desired. He would gift this one moment in the night to her. He was close, oh so close. "Yes?" she begged. "Yes?" "Now!" he replied and they both orgasmed together. "Yes!" he screamed pulsing his juices deep into her ass. "Yes!" she screamed accepting all he gave her. She collapsed onto the bed. He pulled away from her body watching it pulse with the pleasure he had given her. He looked at this body under him. This was his. He had used this body because it was his. He owned this precious gift. He lay down beside her and amazed in the thought that he could have her again in the middle of the night and again in the morning if he desired because she was his and would be at his side tonight. His possession, his beauty.
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Midnight Confession 39/5
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Posted:Dec 18, 2007 1:31 am
Last Updated:Mar 13, 2009 12:41 pm
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He got off the bed and walked around looking at his beauty. Her trembling white flesh covered in blood red wax. Her screams had desolved into sobs. He could see the tears running down her face from beneath the blindfold. He touched her and she shuttered not knowing what he intended for her. He sat on the bed next to her and untied her left hand. He held it palm up. He felt her shaking fingertips. He kissed her palm. His cock was throbbing from his excitement but he knew he must take care of her for this moment. He could smell her passion in the room. Her sweet musk. He ran his hand down her body over the droplets of wax. He could see the red flesh underneath as the wax let go of its hold on her. He pleasured in the marks, his marks on her body. He felt her body beginning to recover and he retied her hand to the bed. He wanted her. He got on the bed and looked at her wax covered clit. His cock throbbed at the vision of his beauty, his possession. He reached down and touched the hardened wax. Underneath was the prize he wanted, he desired. He ran his hand up to her wax covered breast. As he did so the small droplets of wax released from her flesh. He pushed the wax away from her nipple and covered the hardened orb with his mouth. He could feel the remains of wax on her breast with his tongue and delighted in them. Her body began to move to him, wanting him. He felt her nipple, hard in his mouth and bit down on it. She cried out. He played with it, toying with it, teasing her. Her body became alive with desire for him. He watched her face and he teased her running his fingers lightly over her reddened skin but avoiding her pleasure spots. He wanted to be inside her to feel her pleasure on him, surrounding him but he wanted her body to beg for him. He teased her flesh and her body reacted moving to him. He could feel her excitement under his fingers as her flesh heated and became moist. Her passion, his passion. He could barely resist this moment, resist his beauty. He watched as her movements began to break up the hardened wax on her clit. He delighted in watching her passion releasing her from the prison he had poured onto her. As her body moved under his hand the wax released more and more. She was emerging from her prison to him. Desiring him. He ran his hand over her clit removing the remaining wax and she moaned. His mouth inhaled her pleasure sphere and he flicked his tongue across the hard little dome. He could smell her thick pungent musk and his excitement grew. He wanted her right on the edge when he entered her. His hands explored her body finding her breasts and taking hold of her nipples. He wanted to heighten this for her. He wanted her to explode with pleasure. Her could feel her body tensing and knew she was close to orgasm. He pushed his cock deep inside her want to feel the explosion. Wanting to feel her pleasure. "Don't cum yet my little one." he whispered in her ear. He thrust deep inside her. He knew that he wanted her right on the edge till she could stand it no more. "Not yet little one." he whispered. "Now?" she cried. But he would not give her permission. "Now?" she pleaded. Her body surrounding him and he could feel her passion, her wetness, her heat. He felt his own excitement "Now?" was her desperate cry. "Yes little one now." he relented. He felt her vaginal walls pulsing against him. Her screams in his ear and her pleasure in her body. He smiled. From pain to pleasure, He owned her. He would use her as he desired. His cock felt his desire, to have her body at his command. His possession, his beauty.
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Midnight Confession 39/4
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Posted:Dec 8, 2007 5:37 pm
Last Updated:Dec 24, 2007 11:24 pm
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He watched her body contracting with the orgasm. He heard her moaning with pleasure and pain. The pleasure and pain he had delivered to her. His cock throbbed with desire for her. His hands ran over the welts feeling the hot raised flesh. Her body flinched with the pain. His hand found her crack and his fingers explored her. He could feel her contractions. Her pleasure pulsed against his fingers. His hand ran up her spine to her hair. He caught it in his fingers and pulled her head off the bed. He moved down kissing her neck. His mouth searching for hers. He wanted to taste her, to feel her tongue, to have his tongue inside her. He pushed inside her mouth. Warm and wet she pleasured in him wanting her. His hand found her breast and the hardened nipple. His fingers caught it and played with it. Pinching it hard, listening to her cries of pain muffled by his mouth on hers. He felt her body tense her head pull against his grip on her. He relished his control over her. He pulled back and look at his hand work. He got off the bed and walked around her. She was at his mercy. His desire was her. His will was her command. He started to untie her. First one ankle. Holding her foot kissing it then placing it gently back on the bed. Then he repeated the process with the other ankle. Her body pulled up. He pulled her legs out straight again. He walked to the head of the bed. He ran his fingers gently down her arms to her back. He watched her body moving with his touch. His touch excited her. She wanted him. She loved feeling his hands on her. The tingle of his touch. She listened to his movements. She felt him untying her wrist, kissing her palm. He lay her hand on the bed. She heard him moving around the bed. She felt his hands untying her other wrist. She was free. He got on his knees on the bed. Her body was before him. Her offering to him. He touched it leaned down and bit it. She cried out. He turned her over running his hands over her body as she rolled from side to side. He captured her wrist and she felt restraints being attached to it. She could no longer move her arm. He had retied her to the bed. Running his hands down her body. She let her mind follow his touch. He moved off the bed. Moving around the room he kept his hand on her. Adjusting her body, touching her warm flesh, watching her body react to him, tying each limb as he came to it. He reached the head of the bed and tied her last wrist. He amazed that she lay so still while he took her freedom away from her. Binding her, imposing his will on her. She heard him moving around her. She tested the restraints. She could not move. Her body was in his control. She listened to his movements around the room. She could not figure out what he was doing, noises she could not identify. Then the pain started. The pain hit her breast. Electricity? Ice? Fire? She just knew pain. It moved around her body, her clit was on fire. She screamed with pain. He watched as her body writhed with the torment of the hot wax hitting her skin. He poured the small stream of wax on her and watched her fight the restraints. Her screams excited him. He could feel his cock growing harder by the moment. Her breasts were almost completely covered with the red hardening liquid. He moved to her stomach. The small stream splashed leaving small dots of wax on her white skin. He would completely cover her clit with the melted crimson liquid. He touched his cock as he finished pouring the end of the wax on her trembling body and she screamed with the pain. He wanted to be inside her feeling her body reacting, feeling her trembling, holding her as she released this pain and accepted the pleasure of this moment. This moment he gifted to her alone. He sat back and looked at her body covered in crimson wax. Beautiful.
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Midnight Confession 39/3
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Posted:Nov 28, 2007 12:46 am
Last Updated:Dec 8, 2007 5:38 pm
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He pushed deep inside her. His hands feeling her face. He listened to her panting. He could stop it. Her oxygen, the air she breathed was his. He clasped his hand over her mouth. She struggled, only slightly. He could hear the air moving in and out of her nose. He could stop it. He would take it away from her. She would know that this was in his control. His fingers found her nose and held it tight. She struggled a little more then she lay still. He held tight. He could feel her body tensing against his weight, against his hands on her, gripping her. Just a little more, just a little longer. She began to struggle harder against him. He let go. She gasp for air. He listened to the panic in her as she grasped his precious gift of oxygen. He listened, his cock deep in her pushing farther and farther inside. His hands found her mouth and nose again. She struggled a little harder against him. He held even tighter. She would know the extent of his control over her. She could not move. She could not fight him. He held his grip even longer. She began to struggle hard against the restraints. This excited him. He could feel his cock grow even harder. "Just a little longer my little one. Just a little longer." She struggled, her head flailing against his constraints. Finally he released his hands. She cried out panting, trying to get air into her starved lungs. Her head pounding, she gasped. He pushed his cock in deep. One more time he thought. She would know who owned her, who controlled her. His hands found their target. This time she struggled even more, trying to get away from him but he held tight. She was his. The air that kept her alive he gave her. She would know this. He held her strongly against her protests. A little longer this time he thought to himself. She can go a little longer. He pushed deeply into her. Just a little longer. She began to struggle hard against his handhold. He tightened his grip. She felt as though her head was going to split. She could hear her heart pounding, faster and faster. She could feel consciousness slipping away. She tried to fight his grip on her but nothing she did made any difference. He held tight to her. She felt her orgasm welling up. She felt his cock hard inside her pulsing. She struggled to stay alive. She needed air. The orgasm possessed her and her body convulsed. Her strong vaginal muscles pulsed against his cock almost pushing him out of her. He held tight as her body fought against him. He could feel her body contracting. He had done this. He had given her this. His hands relaxed. She cried out, her body starved, her heart pounding, her head throbbing, her cells releasing. He had given her this moment. He could feel her orgasm pounding against his engorged cock. He heard her gulping air into her lungs. He pulled out of her. He saw the bright crimson welts on her ass. His handy work. He ran his hand on the hot flesh. She lay so still as his hands moved over her. This was his to do with as he wanted. He heard her breathing, still panting. He had her. These marks were his. This body was his. This life was his.
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Midnight Confession 39/2
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Posted:Nov 18, 2007 10:11 pm
Last Updated:Apr 21, 2009 3:53 am
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Chapter 2
He watched her face contort as the orgasm rushed over her, filling her cells with excitement. The sounds coming from her excited him. He felt her body throb and watched the dildos pulse with the thrust of the climax. A smile came over his face knowing he had delivered this to her. He had caused her body to react to him. He put his hand on her stomach and felt the pulsing. She started crying with pain and pulling against the ropes. He knew that the clamps were causing her great torment. He reached up and took them off. "Thank you, thank you, thank you." she kept repeating and then started moaning with the pleasure of the moment. He delighted listening to her, watching her, feeling her. His cock was hard with his excitement. He saw her pulling against the restraints. She was searching for him. She wanted to touch him. He pulled away. He would withhold this pleasure from her. A whine came from her and he laughed. She cooed and moaned as he began touching her body. He pulled the dildo out of her pussy. The wetness flooded down her leg and filled the room with the oder of her musk. He wanted to be part of this. He started stroking his cock. With his other hand he pushed his fingers into the thick slippery liquid and then inside her. He felt her heat and wetness and his throbbing cock bore witness to his pleasure in the moment. He wanted to be inside her. To feel his cock being surrounded by her heat, by her thick sweet juices. Feeling her tight vaginal walls pressing against him. Feeling her tight muscles throb against him as he brought her to orgasm. He wasn't ready to enter her. He started to untie the ropes. First one ankle then the other. Her legs pulled up to find him and he pushed them back down. He then untied one wrist then the other. He turned her over. He rubbed his hands over her ass. He loved her ass. He loved it when it wore his marks. He reached down and pulled out his belt. He touched her ass tenderly and then started tying her up again. When she was tied he stood at the edge of the bed and looked at her. She was completely immobile. She could not move even a little he had seen to that. She could not get away from him. She still had the blindfold on. She did not know what he had in mind for her. His hand found her crack and pulled the dildo out of her ass. He ran his hand over her smooth warm skin. It was his. Whack. He watched the skin turn red and the welt rise. Whack. He became even more excited. Whack. Her ass was becoming more and more red with each crack of the belt. Whack. He loved the sound. Whack. He loved the red. Whack. She pulled against the restraints and cried out in pain. Whack. He loved her cry of pain. Whack. He felt his cock throbbing. Whack. He threw the belt on the floor and climbed on her. He could wait no longer. He wanted to be in her, feel her excitement, her pleasure. He pushed his cock into her ass hole. She screamed in pain and then collapsed onto the bed. He felt his cock push deep inside her. This was his. Her body, her surrender. It was all his.
To be continued . . .
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Midnight Confession 39/1
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Posted:Nov 8, 2007 9:19 pm
Last Updated:Nov 28, 2007 12:48 am
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Chapter 1
His hands slid over her body. Lightly caressing her warm flesh. She felt the touch deep inside her stirring the embers of her passion. She wanted him. His tight body. His strong hands. His passion. She fed off that passion. He could do anything to her body combined with that passion it turned to pleasure for her. His fingers found her hardened nipple. He pinched it hard. A cry of pain escaped her in response to his actions. The sound excited him. Her pain. Her pleasure. Her response to his touch. Her body moved ever so slightly under his touch. He could feel the stirring of passion inside him. Her smooth skin. Her heat. Her passion. Her reaction to him. His hand found her wetness. He pushed inside and then brought his fingers to his nose to inhale her essence. Oh the smell of her musk, of her passion, of her sensuality on his fingers. He sucked the honeyed juices off. The taste of her fanned his internal fire. His cock grew hard with wanting her. With seeing her here helpless under his control. He had tied her tight . She could only move ever so slightly. She was his. He took the blindfold off the bed and placed it over her eyes. He wanted some of her pleasure to come from the anticipation, of the not knowing what he was doing. He kissed her deeply as he moved down her body. Touching, caressing, torturing her flesh. Delivering her pleasure, delivering her pain. Snap. The pain made her strain against the tethers. Her cry of pain sparked something inside him. Snap. Once again the pain made her pull against the restraints. The clamps on her nipples forced her body to respond. It pulled her mind to the moment. He kissed her stomach just before he pushed the large glass dildo into her. Her clit hardened with the excitement of the moment. He wanted her and she was all his to do with what he wanted. His mouth covered her hardened clit. His tongue teasing it it, tasting it, testing it. He would have her. His finger pushed inside her ass hole. She cried out and then her body moved to him. He wanted to be inside her. Feeling her heat, her wetness, her passion. He wanted to fill her. He pulled his fingers out of her and pushed the glass dildo in her ass. She cried out. He pushed his fingers inside her hot wet pussy. They slid in with her wetness providing the lubrication. He loved that he had caused her to be so wet. He took his fingers and pushed them into her mouth. She delighted in the taste,, her taste on him. He pushed another dildo into her pussy. It was tight, very tight. He bent down and sucked on her engorged clit. She moaned with pleasure. She felt the pressure of the phalluses inside her. She felt the pressure, the pain of being so full. He reached up and pinched her rock hard nipple. She exploded, her body moving against him, wanting him, wanting the pleasure and pain of him. Feeling him inside her. Feeling him using her for his pleasure.
To be continued . . .
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