Oh muse, inspire me! Like days gone by, as you did with your greatness inspire Homer with his tales of grandeur of the ancient heroes and let not, my tell go unheard and unsung! Let your sweet caress inspire a tale to tell of desire and passion of that raging fire than burns within me, for all the see . For what I have to confess, I confess in your glory and with your sublime intervention, my story pours forth as follows.
What happened to me the other day is hard to believe. I mean, most people, if I tried to tell them what happened last Thursday they wouldn't even laugh but just walk away shaking their heads thinking - crack head! But it did happen! Listen:
It was late. I couldn't sleep. The whole week I've been having these dreams about some mysterious dark haired lady. She would be standing over me, her huge black eyes penetrating me while at the same time pulling me into some weird vortex thing that like scared the living shit out of me every time. I'd wake up completely soaked in sweat. So instead of going to bed I decided that tonight I'll just chill out on the couch and read my book a little. I drank a bunch of coffee earlier so I told my wife just to go on to bed without me. I'll be there later. I don't know how long I was gone for.... It seemed like something beyond time but needless to say I woke up the next morning in bed as if nothing happened at all. What a jip huh? Let me tell you about it though and you can decide for yourself if it's a jip or not. If you believe me anyways. Just think - the willing suspension of disbelief and you might not think me as some wacked out tweeker on crack!
Like I said, it was late and I was just like all chilling out on the couch and stuff. I know I was awake when I looked up from my book and saw her. The mysterious dark haired lady! Oh yeah, she was standing in front of me and those eyes! I instantly felt my self being sucked in to the vortex thing that I was telling you about. Instead though of fighting it I just decided to let my self go with it. I don't know.... But it could have had something to do with all those books I've been reading about ethereal planes and stuff and about the void that made me just let it like all go like that. Just let my self be pulled into what ever place she wanted to take me. And there I was - floating beyond time and space. There was no light, no darkness, only a rushing feeling that felt as if my flesh was being peeled away but without any kind of pain or morbid stuff such as blood and guts. More like I was shedding my skin and all that's left was a spiritual consciousness that was like my higher self. I was aware of everything that was going on around me which was - nothing! Only that rushing feeling and the sense of me shedding my skin.
The next thing I know is that I'm standing next to the mysterious dark haired lady inside a room with all sorts of weird looking torture devices. I started to ask just what the hell is going on here. I was pretty freaked out. I mean in the rushing vortex thing, it wasn't too bad but this chamber was something different. It was kind of dark in there, all creepy like of coarse and the only light came from candles in the corner and a huge chandelier hanging from the ceiling. I started thinking like - weird sado-maso porno flick here or something. She put her finger over my lips and shook her head. I got the impression that words didn't matter here. Only actions did. I put my hand up to her throat and pulled her towards me. I started to kiss her hard, pressing my lips tightly to hers and forcing my tongue deep into her mouth while I pressed harder on her throat. She gasped for air and I released her from my grip I pushed her down onto her knees. She only looked up, those eyes bleeding with desire, compelling me to go farther. Daring me. I just stood there looking down at her making her wait, making her beg me with those eyes. I looked at what she was wearing. Black, black, black and fishnets. Her corset laced tight pushing her breasts up and out and how a woman can move around in high heels like that I, I will never be able to really describe. I took a couple steps forward and pulled her by her hair over to the bench. I made her sit down and I stroked her body, felt her skin, her fishnets and I kissed her again. I turned her around and squeezed her ass until she let out a whimper. I bit her ass until she cried and then I slapped her ass where I bit her and until she cried out again. I whispered to her that everything was going to be ok and I caressed her with my fingertips and then I spanked that ass again! Oh yeah, I spanked her again and again until she started trying to pull away. I grabbed her by the hair again and commanded her sweet ass back onto the table. She obeyed.
