Deviancy

<body topmargin=0 leftmargin=0 marginheight=0 marginwidth=0> <table cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0 border=0 height="100%"><tr> <td valign="top" width=170 BGCOLOR="#000000" TEXT="#F7F7FF" background="135aa962dvldtc.jpg"> <div> <TABLE BORDER="0" CELLPADDING="2" CELLSPACING="0" WIDTH="95" BORDERCOLORLIGHT="#C0C0C0" BORDERCOLORDARK="#808080" FRAME="BOX" RULES="ALL" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" > <tR> <tD VALIGN=TOP HEIGHT= 46 WIDTH="91"><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="1x1.gif" HEIGHT="46" ALIGN="bottom" WIDTH="91" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></tD> </tR> </TABLE></div> <bR> <div> Another act of violence; blue's style<FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#FFFFFF" FACE="Arial" >.</FONT></div> </td> <td valign="top" BGCOLOR="#000000" TEXT="#F7F7FF"> <div> <FONT SIZE="5" COLOR="#003333" FACE="Arial" ><B> </B></FONT>     |     <A HREF="index.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE=" "><U>home</U></A></div> <div> <A HREF="id63.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="cass"><U>cass</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id52.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="cass II"><U>cass II</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id45.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="I do"><U>I do</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id46.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="butterflies"><U>butterflies</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id47.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="jump"><U>jump</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id53.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="war"><U>war</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id54.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="after the tide"><U>after the tide</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id48.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Him"><U>Him</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id32.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="blind"><U>blind</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id43.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="the belt"><U>the belt</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id57.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="blues blood"><U>blue's blood</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id60.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="opening blue"><U>opening blue</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id61.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="bluesGolden"><U>bluesGolden</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id64.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Deep blue"><U>Deep blue</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id67.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="blues gag"><U>blues gag</U></A>   |   <B>Deviancy</B>   |   <A HREF="id66.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="release"><U>release</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id71.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="blues Cologne"><U>blues Cologne</U></A></div> <div> Deviancy</div> <div> Is it deviancy? Or something worse? </div> <bR> <div> I fantasize about being hurt. Forced, abused and then taken.</div> <bR> <div> Sometimes I scare myself.</div> <bR> <div> It's always You. Your hand in my hair. Forcing me to the bed. I don't dare struggle for fear of loosing a large clump. What would my reaction be if I looked up and saw my tresses hanging limply in your hand? What would Your reaction be? I haven't time to contemplate as I scramble to the opposite side of the bed. Again, Your hand in my hair stops me again, dead in my tracks. I look up defiantly, refusing to admit defeat. Refusing to look at You. "You bastard", I think to myself. I wouldn't dare say this out loud. Would I? How badly would You hurt me if I did? </div> <bR> <div> You slap my face. Once. Twice. Three times. Damn. Did You see it in my eyes? There is a sneer on Your lips. </div> <bR> <div> I know what comes next. And I fear it. You force me onto my back, pinning me beneath You. My hands fly up, trying to disengage Your hand from my hair. You laugh, but release my hair only to grasp both of my wrists with Your hand. I squirm, trying to loosen Your grip. Your other hand moves, tweaks one nipple, then the other. You release my hands and grab my face, digging Your fingers into my cheeks, forcing me to look at You. The terror in my eyes is evident. Why must I always be so obvious? My hands, free of any constraints, try pushing You away. I may as well be attempting to move a ten ton slab of concrete for all the good it does. Your hands manipulate my breasts. Pinching, squeezing, then, "Damn You. Nooo!!", (Did I say it out loud? I'm not sure.) Your teeth bite into the sensitive flesh of my tit. My breathe catches in my throat as I try to scream, yelp, beg for You to stop.</div> <bR> <div> When You finally release my flesh from Your teeth there is a small bit of blood at the corner of Your lips. Before I have a chance to catch my breathe You smash Your lips against mine, forcing Your tongue inside. I can taste my blood, like iron, on Your lips. You take a sharp breathe while covering my lips with Yours and pull every last bit of air from my lungs. I lay there limp, feeling like a rag doll. Coherent thought escaping me as easily as my last breathe did. Then You release me and I nearly choke on the air rushing back into my body. </div> <bR> <div> I lay there for a moment or two stupefied before I realize that Your fingers are invading my cunt. I try to lock my legs together, but You have one of Yours firmly planted between mine. You pinch my clit, manipulating it, feeling it grow as You mold it. You look into my eyes, briefly noting my despair as You cover my mouth and nose with Your other hand. I struggle, trying to shake my head back and forth, but You hold tightly, pressing my head into the bed to keep me from resisting. </div> <bR> <div> Limp again. You lick my lips as You allow me to inhale another breathe. Your fingers slip into my snatch. One, two, then three. My body shudders and I contemplate giving up. Giving in. You rise slightly, attempting to position Your cock between the lips of my pussy. I half-heartedly twist beneath You. One last attempt to stop the inevitable. You lean forward and bite my lip as Your cock slips inside of me. Home base. I groan, not in pain or delight, but in defeat. You whisper in my ear, "Let it go, baby. Give it to me".</div> <bR> <div>  I begin to melt into You. My hips moving slowly to meet Your thrusts. You kiss me again. My legs wrap around Your waist. Our tongues dance. You plunge Your cock into me deeper. "Yes, please", falls incoherently from between our lips, "Please, please, please". Your head falls into the nook between my head and shoulder. "Give it to me, baby", You say, "Cum for me. Cum all over My cock". My snatch twitches and spasms around You. My legs tighten, vice-like. I hear You moan and growl into my shoulder, then I feel Your release spill into me. You growl again, then cover my lips with a kiss. </div> <bR> <div> I could almost swear that I've just tasted heaven.  </div> <bR> <bR> <div> â<FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#FFFFFF" FACE="Arial" > by blue</FONT></div> <bR> <div> <A HREF="id31.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="blues Lit"><U><B>Back to blues Lit</B></U></A></div> <bR> </td> </tr></table></body>