He led her into the bedroom in the basement by her hand. Her blindfold added to her excitement. Surely this would be the best birthday yet. He had been nothing but romantic and wonderful thus far and she was almost certain she was beginning to fall for him. She smelled pumpkin spice candles burning in the room, her favorite scent. She had only mentioned it once or maybe twice in casual conversation, she was definitely beginning to fall for him.
He asked her if she trusted him. Without hesitation she told him that she did. Without warning he pulled her arms roughly behind her back and began to tie them there. The rope was smooth but he pulled it tight enough that it began to cut into her skin ever so slightly. Her heart began to race and she felt herself growing aroused. She hadn’t spoke of any such desires and till now that had only made soft, passionate, but soft love together. This was a side of him she had yet to see.
He told her to get on her knees. She did as she was told, her heart beating even faster now. He reached down to her softly caressing her cheek with the back of his hand. She turned towards the touch, reaching out with her lips but was met by a hand in her hair yanking her head up towards him. He rubbed his cock slowly across her lips. She stretched her neck forward attempting to take him into her mouth and received an open handed slap across the face. He spoke harshly
"Not until I tell you."
She nodded her acknowledgement.
The blood racing through her veins heating her body. He told her to open her mouth. He slowly inserted his cock into her mouth and instructed her to suck.
She moaned around his dick as she felt it hot and pulsing against her tongue. She flicked her tongue lightly across the bottom of his shaft as he urged her on telling her to continue.
She felt his hands on her breasts, roaming roughly across them and pausing to twist her nipples. She could feel her wetness so strong it was practically dripping from her. She kept sucking as he let his hands wander all over her body. Across her chest and over her shoulders. Down her back and to her ass where he tightly squeezed and slapped her repeatedly. Each spank meeting with a slight yelp from her lips as she began breathing harder and harder.
He removed his cock from her lips and pulled her to her feet by the bindings round her wrists. He leaned her over the arm of one of the chairs in the room and after a few more well places slaps to her bare ass he began to once again rub his cock across her lips. He told her to open wide and as she did he thrust deep into her mouth. He pulled out slowly only to roughly jam his dick into her mouth once again. On the third thrust she felt her heart rate jump through the roof as a second cock slammed its way into her pussy just as his went into her mouth.
Her mind began racing from thought to thought mainly of who and what and why but mostly of how miraculous it felt to be pounded from both ends. With him fucking her mouth she had no way to audibly question and with her arms bound behind her she had no real way to struggle and even if she had the ability she wasnt sure she had the will.
Her mind had just begun to relax enough to truly enjoy the two cocks inside of her when she felt a mouth, a tongue to be precise, deftly massaging her clit. She began to feel a bit faint but before she could question her morals she felt it coming. She felt it building from deep inside of her. She exploded with a tidal wave of an orgasm the likes of which she had never felt. Shaking so violently the man behind her had to hold on to her hips just to keep himself from being thrown off.
Just as she had begun to regain a bit of her mental faculties her blind fold was removed and she was pulled back to her knees. She looked up, first at him, he smiled and winked. Then to the two other men standing over her cocks in hand jacking themselves off in her direction.
She hadn’t even the time to scream in anger or confusion or joy or whatever it was she felt upon seeing the faces of her lover and her two best friends husbands before the three of them covered her in their cum.
Jimmy, Chris, Tyler and I are headed to the mall to promote tonights show. I believe this is Richmond Virginia but I really haven’t been paying attention. We’re standing in front of the record store when two young girls make their way over to us. They introduce themselves as Charlotte and Lauren, they say they’ve heard of our band, I don’t really believe them, but I’m not going to argue. Tyler asks them if they are coming to the show tonight, they of course are. Jimmy shifts into business mode and begins attempting to sell them some T-shirts, they try to haggle with us, flirting and hinting at what they would do for T-Shirts and backstage passes. I can’t help but laugh, the venue we’re playing tonight isn’t even big enough to have a backstage area. Tyler lets them know we haven’t checked into our hotel room yet and could use a place to shower, they invite us back to their apartment.
Tyler is riding with the girls and we’re following in the van. We see Charlotte climb into the backseat with him and we share a bit of a laugh. Chris pays Jimmy the five dollars he owes him, it seems they had a bet on how long it would take Tyler to fuck one of the girls, Chris said it would happen after the show, Jimmy said before, had I known about the bet I would have wagered he’d fuck one in the car and the other at the apartment. You never bet against Tylers quick wit and pretty cock.
When we reach the apartment Tyler and Charlotte disappear into a bedroom and Lauren points Chris in the direction of the shower. Jimmy and I take a seat on the couch and Lauren makes her way into the kitchen. Everything in the apartment is white and it reeks of pine. There isn’t anything on the walls nor on the coffee table nor the end table next to the couch. I notice a nintendo on the floor in front of the television and crawl over to it, it is hooked up so I turn it on and reach up to switch the TV on, the familiar sound of the Mike Tysons Punch Out theme blares out of the speakers. I lose myself in a different world for what seems like only minutes. The tour, the band, the girls, the drugs, everything she said to me before she left, it all makes its way to the back of my mind as my memory works overtime to recall the precise strategy required to defeat King Hippo and Bald Bull. Before I can make it to Mike Tyson I feel Jimmy nudging me with his foot, I keep my eyes glued to the screen.
He nudges me again
I respond mockingly
“Hey, dude, what”
“Look at what man, I’m busy.”
“Just turn around dude.”
I pause the game and turn back towards Jimmy and then look in the direction he is pointing. Lauren is still in the kitchen, she is standing in front of the stove cooking something that smells like garlic soaked in garlic sauce. She has removed all her clothes and is wearing nothing but a tiny blue apron.
Jimmy smiles at me with a grin like a fat kid in a candy shop. It occurs to me at that moment that he hasn’t been laid at least since this tour started. I nod in her direction.
“Make your move buddy, shes all yours.”
Before he can leave the couch Lauren turns around and begins walking towards us. She does her best to make seductive eyes in our direction as she draws nearer. I can tell this isn’t something she does often. Despite the fact that she is a rather busty and nearly naked girl with fiery red hair, nothing about her really says sexy.
I can tell she has something more on her mind than just Jimmy and if this were after the show tonight I would tell her to fuck off but the problem is the show is still a few hours away and we need this girls money. We need this girls love and we need her support. What we really need is for her to call all of her friends and tell them she just fucked two rock stars and that they should all meet her at the club tonight so she can introduce them to us. This wasn’t really the kind of promotion we had in mind when we headed to the record store but I guess it will work just as good if not better. My heart isn’t in it and neither is my cock but he only takes a bit of convincing and my wallet is hurting. I guess tonights performance will just have to start before the show.
I grab her by a wrist and pull her close to me, I hold her tight and kiss her roughly. She moans into my mouth as I reach under the apron and spread apart her pussy. She is already dripping wet. I tell her she is going to fuck Jimmy now and me later, she doesn’t speak, just nods her head. Jimmy takes his dick out and sits back down on the couch, I turn her away from him and she sits down, impaling herself on his cock in one fluid motion. She moans again, louder this time, with her eyes locked on mine. I watch her tits heave up and down as she bounces slowly on his dick, I feel mine starting to grow hard. She watches my hand as I rub my cock through my skinny jeans, if they’re good for anything its showing off your package. Her eyes shift from mine to my crotch as she plays with her nipples and rides Jimmys dick. I reach down and unbutton my fly, her eyes grow wide as my cock springs out. I stand in front of her slowly jerking off, my eyes never leave hers.
In my mind my hands are on the controller, I’m ducking and dodging, punching and weaving around the ring. Piston Honda is eyeing me, he wants me to go down for the count but he doesn’t have the punching power. I hit all the right buttons and make all the right moves. My secret combinations are dangerous and my star punch is a killer. Just when I have him dazed I move in for the knock out.
I thrust my hips forward and penetrate her open mouth. She takes each and every inch, sucking greedily. Her hands are rough and her motions are clumsy but what she lacks in technique she makes up in enthusiasm. I close my eyes and let her do the rest.
I hear the ref counting loudly. The crowd roars their approval. I can see the title belt ahead of me. I am just inches from the prize. Another knockout victory on the road to fame and fortune.
I cum in her mouth with money and success on my mind. She swallows each and every drop. Smiling at me like I did her a favor. I wink and tell her there is more in store for her after the show. I walk down the hallway to see if Chris is done with the shower yet, leaving Jimmy behind to finish her off
Please forgive my sins
and all of my transgressions
I am still learning
Shouts of anger and laughter would ring out above the general buzz of conversation. Boot heels stomped the sawdust floor and once every now and again a bottle or glass would shatter. Ole Bill the piano player would play his heart out to be met with normally apathy and sometimes anger. He played facing the crowd so that he would know to duck projectiles hurled in his direction. Brawls were a common occurrence and those not finished swiftly by fist would spill into the street to be settled by gun.
The Lonely Lady saloon was quite the colorful joint.
But when Molly Elizabeth began to sing, well it would damn near break your heart.
Ole Bill would begin her introduction number and a hush would fall over the crowd. They’d learned those first notes in a way that was damn near like a bell trained pup.
From her room upstairs Molly would emerge. Standing six feet tall Molly was a mountain of a woman and her presence made her feel nearly twice that size. Her eyes on her shoes Molly would put one foot in front of the other as she descended down the stairs in time with the music, each toe tapping home in time with the next note and the entire bar would look on transfixed.
When Molly reached the floor and her spot alongside Bill she would finally allow her gaze to sweep across the crowd and her mesmerizing smile would light up the entire room. Audible sighs would escape the lips of most men and others in attendance for their first time would later recall feeling faint.
And when Molly Elizabeth finally began to sing, well there wouldn’t be a dry eye in the house.
If you’ve ever seen a drunken cowboy cry you know it isn’t a pretty sight. All that inner steel and outer wool, it all just melts away as the pain comes to the surface and they remember all the wrong they have done.
The Lonely Lady was more than a saloon.
The Lonely Lady was a chapel. The Lonely Lady was a temple.
And Molly Elizabeth was an angel sent from heaven to absolve men of all their sins
The day had turned from bright and breezy to dark and dreary as Jason made his way further up the mountain. The higher he climbed the denser the trees seemed to grow, to the point where he could barely make out the sun above him. The rays of light struggled to break through the canopy and what little managed to reach the forest floor wasn’t doing much to light his path. He had set out a bit later than planned and as a result he feared he would not reach his destination in time to watch the sun set over the vast Augusta countryside. Still he ventured on and up, determined to complete his journey before setting up camp for the night. If he couldn’t make it in time for the sunset he’d at least be there for sunrise.
The mass of trees seems so thick that they don’t so much sway as they more seem to lean in unison with the gusting of the wind. Ever so slightly to the east or west they bend in chorus, the currents their conductor. And with each colossal cracking of ancient trunk comes a thunderous rumble from somewhere deep within the mountain as the mammoth foundation of roots shift ever so slightly. Even the deepest dirt miles below the forest floor gives way to the trees.
Jason had taken great care to build his fire in such a way as to keep it contained yet to let it burn bright. In the largest clearing close to his landing point he’d built the beast in the shape of a pyramid surrounded by rocks and wet moss. He now set out to build his tent by the light. All around him the silence of the forest seemed almost suffocating. As night had fallen the wind had died down to a mere steady breeze as opposed to the bursts and blasts of earlier day. He sat by his fire and listened to the crackling logs dance in time with the rustling of trees. He soon found himself hypnotized by the bright hot flames as he focused in on something much more natural than the world he normally existed in. As Jason began to fall to sleep he saw things in the bright hot embers which felt of home.
He saw in himself something which had existed long before the modern world. He felt the fear of his ancestors as they hunkered in caves fanning precious flames. Not weary but more horrified of what existed just outside the cave walls. Glowing eyes and gnashing teeth hungry for flesh with no need for sleep populating the dark. The fire must not die for it protects our lives. These beasts stalk us no matter where we hide and we have but the flame to place us above them. They are stronger, faster, and more adept to the hunt. Our ingenuity shall be our saving grace.
Jason awoke the next morning with a hangover not from drink but from dreams. He carried with him the fear of a thousand generations. Something he had never experienced but had always known. He felt as if he had found something in the mountains. Something he had never realized he’d been looking for. Jason felt as if in this natural setting, these dark and foreboding surroundings, this ancient domain, he had found his home
I don’t know how to be anything other than miserable.
I am childish and selfish.
I am impatient and insecure.
I am lazy and unmotivated.
I am immoral and undisciplined.
I know that I am unworthy of your love.
I have a habit of sabotaging my own happiness and doing my best to push away those who really care.
I don’t believe I deserve anything at all.
As disappointed as you have been
I am even more.
It is currently 3:13 in the am. I know this because the clock has been blinking that number at me for what seems like seven hours. I suppose insomnia has struck again. That part of the night where exhaustion and sleep deprivation collide on lonely street.
This has turned into a collapse of catastrophic proportions and the worst part is that I was at the wheel. I was in the drivers seat. I pulled the brake. I made the switch.
Most of the time I’m not really sure where I am. When I walk I put one foot in front of the other but which is supposed to lead? In times of uncertainty, when the heart has ceased to beat and the brain has abandoned its post, what do you follow?
I’m not entirely certain that I am alive.
I’ve been in this shallow grave since the night I let you go.
And the most awful part of it all?
I know I could have you back. If I so chose. It is not a question of want but a question of will cause baby I know I was bad for you and I know you were bad for me.
Had we kept on that path there is only one place we’d wind up.
Screaming off the ledge in bullet hole ridden caddy with the fuzz hot on our tail. Cause when we got together baby neither of us knew how to say no.
So I did just what I had to do and I left you in that hotel room. I hit the gas and headed up the 54 to somewhere you’ve never heard of and some place I can’t ever leave.
Just know now
that I want you and I need you and I could have you
But I won’t.