<Adult> Forbidden Fruit/Dark Fantasies

I want to see your dark side! What happens on this thread, everybody will see! Good luck!!

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POISON WOMAN


I am Poison Woman
 
As I slithered to your bed
 
A gift from your enemy
 
Who wants the King dead
 
You cloistered me when I arrived
 
All wrapped up as a present
 
Gave me a beautiful room and delicious food
 
With a handsome guard outside
 
I ate the meal, seduced the guard
 
The guard is dead
 
I was trained to be a human snake
 
I slithered along the long dark halls
 
Until I found the King's bed
 
 
As a child of a beautiful slave
 
I blossomed early and behaved
 
With such dignity at an early age
 
That I was chosen for this patriotic duty
 
To help my country
 
They first fed me small amounts of a poison
 
Deadly to most men
 
A physician was appointed to watch me
 
Every single day
 
As they gradually increased the dose
 
My body adapted and I thrived and grew
 
More lovely and sensual with every day
 
No one was allowed to touch me
 
Not even my natural mother
 
Poison sitting in my skin
 
Could be transmitted to another
 
 
I was taught the erotic arts
 
On enemies of the King
 
Some were Elite Men whom the King disliked
 
Or suspected of wanting to overthrow him
 
Others were slaves, captured from strange lands
 
They once had been the enemies of the king
 
These men made love to me, only to die
 
The king often chose to watch
 
Shouted some instructions
 
A courtesan stood by his side
 
Giving me advice
 
 
Further skills were taught to me
 
How to fight like a man
 
Finally how to slither
 
To be the snake woman that I am
 
 
I was called for an audience with the King
 
And his army advisors - at a far distance
 
My mission was to infiltrate the Kingdom of Sidom
 
To have conjugal relations with the King
 
And thus to bring the enemy down
 
The King and the army saluted me
 
As I was escorted out
 
They wished me good luck
 
Said they hoped everything would work out
 
 
It was the darkest time of night
 
As I reached the enemy King's quarters
 
I made sure I was very quiet
 
As I slithered into his bed
 
I waited a while to see what may be a threat
 
The King was sleeping alone
 
There was no guard at the end of his bed
 
I touched the King's male member very lightly
 
He was half asleep, a hand came out and touched me
 
I lay there trying not to breathe
 
His hands glided over my glorious breasts
 
His hands glided down to my mound of Venus
 
I parted my legs for his access
 
Soon he was on top of me, fucking me
 
With such strength and vigor
 
I clasped his penis in my vagina so strongly
 
I did not let him go
 
This excited him more, until he could last no longer
 
He rolled off me and fell asleep immediately
 
Probably thought I was the nightly concubine
 
I slithered out the way I came in
 
Found the spy who came with me
 
We made our way back to the army
 
Which had engaged the enemy
 
Had already taken prisoners
 
My King himself congratulated me
 
Sent me home, said he had another mission for me
 
I saw that he desired me, for the two of us were the same
 
We love to kill in different ways
 
Blood lust runs through our veins.
 

Hybristophilia and Autassassinophilia

He's had so many victims since I first found out about him, but finally, after almost a year of research and investigation, I have found him. He's even more attractive than my imaginings of him and the seduction went off flawlessly; with him pretending to care about me as a person, and I pretending not to know what he had in store for me.

He was so gentle and hesitant at first; playing the part. I grinned and enjoyed it; playing my part. His hands were not meant for loving caresses, and I, knowing what he is, can feel the lie in them. Still, they excite me, because I know they are part of his ritual. I undress him, and he undresses me. As he does, a slight sneer crosses his lips at the color of my underwear, though it is quickly hidden. Ah! And we kiss; an electric pleasure as his lust mounts, so close now, so close to the moment we both came here for. He lays above me and plasters a hollow smile on his face, then thrusts himself inside me. I writhe beneath the increasing pace of his hips and pull him close for another kiss. He obliges me and I moan.

And now, finally, his hands wrap around my throat as he pulls back to look me in the eyes. For him the game is over, he's no longer pretending that I am his lover. I am his victim, and his eyes scream the fact as a malicious grin spreads across his face. Here he is! Here's his true self! Now my lust begins in earnest and as he thrusts deeper and harsher inside me he realizes it. He chuckles, and I know he thinks me a stupid girl that does not understand her situation; a girl with a slight kink that thinks this is play. He clenches his hands harder, his hips never stopping their rhythm, my breathing cut off.

I smile up at him and confusion crosses his face. His hands unclench and I take an instinctive, unwanted breath. He stares down at me, hands still at the ready and malign lust still in his eyes, and tries to make it clear; “I'm going to kill you.”

My smile widens as I respond; “I know.”

His hands rush to my throat again, harder than ever, as he unnecessarily tries to impress upon me the seriousness of my situation. Then he forgets about me, lost in the act, and again my smile widens. I can't breath, can't move, my head begins to swirl as this man stares down into my eyes. Those eyes! Those delicious eyes! No hint of the mask is left; vicious insanity pours out of them. Hatred, anger, lust, and that beautiful unhinged joy! As I cascade over the edge of carnal bliss my vision dims, and blacks out. My only regret is that I can't give him the only thing he truly desires from me; my fear.

I wake up, sore and confused, every breath a wonderful torment but a tremendous disappointment. I open my eyes and realize I am on the floor beside his bed, with him looking down at me. His gaze suggests I'm a curious creature, one he means to study.

Tears come to my eyes and I force a cracked whisper out of my damaged throat; “No. No I thought you were going to kill me!”

He smirks slightly, and when he speaks it's in a tone of condescension; “I will. If you do as I say. If you're a good girl.” He pauses; “If you bring me others.”

“When?” I demand.

A grateful smile crosses my lips as he grabs the back of my hair cruelly, almost strong enough to pull out by the roots, reminding me of my place.

“When .I. Decide to, and not a second sooner.”

“Of course, I'm sorry.” I whisper back to him.

He smiles at his control over me; “Good girl.”

Not sick, or twisted, unless you're vanilla...just fun:

Step into my bedroom
said the spider to the fly
clothing, is not optional.

Place hands
in position, so
I might bind
above, drawing length
of side-open
to pleasures unimagined.

Part legs…more
as shackles make
susceptibility synonymous
with desire,
for plenty
shall you see.

Lights down low
candles flaming high,
riding crop,
leather tongue
traces thigh,
hip, abdomen.

Around, to buttocks
begging for attention.
“Say it.”
“Mistress?”
(Now I know you’re game…)
S-W-A-P
red welt forms
“Say it.”
“Mis-tress.”
S-W-A-P
twitch of leg,
“Say it.”
“I am yours.”
S-W-A-P
slight buck forward.
S-W-A-P
muscles quiver
“I am yours,
Mistress, to do with
as you please.”
S-W-A-P
cock high…
“Yes, Yes you are.”

Wow I think you all are going to make this hard on me! But so far very good work! KUDOS to all! Just hate when I have to make a decision!

I'm having so much fun writing, I also did this one...Oh, and the spider poem...I titled it "The Curious Thing".  Mary Howitt is rolling over in her grave (which is awesome if true) and that's a bit twisted.


The End of Eden

In the garden
Adam watches Eve
thinking
he could spend hours
jerking off to lovely ass
bent over
fragrant
lilac bush.
Beautiful curves,
breasts swaying
beneath paradise sun,
butterflies
tickling
nipples firm.

Cock hard, he rests
against rough bark
of ancient tree;
aching for release:
between silken legs,
against
smooth tongue,
either will suffice,
temporarily.

Imagine…
fingers
wrapped around
shaft, lips wet
eyes skyward.
Stroke-length
increasing
intermittent gasps
escape.

She turns
to stare,
in awe…
apple in hand.

My Silent Possession



No denying
your beautiful
flesh...

Alienation
in
Isolation...

Chains binding...
Bars Spreading...

Such a sweet snatch...

My silent possession
fear my aggression
I can't deny...

Your
dripping
obsession...

One finger
Two...

Moan your
submission...

Back up baby
wanna slap that
ass...

Bound
for my rubber
determination...

Aching for my
masterful
tongue lubrication...

One lick
Two...
Suck that clit...

Finger in
your
hole...

Ride them
Baby...

I wanna taste
your core...

You crave
my
Bondage...

Wanna feel
my
Hooks...

Taste the love
of my
Chains...

My Dominance
is not
Refrained...

I am your
Mistress...

Come play my game...

If you aren't afraid of my pain...

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      The Woman With Golden Breasts

The moon is shining brightly on your face,
And queerly you are glowing in spite of all the darkness,
I set forth to be natural,
And am pulling at the strings of your dress.
And am left dazzled,to find
You are the woman with GOLDEN BREASTS !

They are shining bright, fading all the darkness
of my life.
I am taking the black tip of your chest
between my lips,
I am sucking them like a thirsty bee
Who sucks nectar from the rose.
And my fingers bled as I am
feeling the thorns between your legs !
They are going deep inside
Like a fountain that jumps to unknown depths,
But my lips couldn't taste the blood,
For they are sucking
The woman with GOLDEN BREASTS....

I am drinking out all the griefs from our heart,
And at the same time,quenching my thirst.
Your moans of pleasure is sounding like hymns from Apollo's cords.

I can feel I am getting stiffer,
So I went inside the 'Craving Cave',
So I could feel whats inside your heart
And smell the colour of red.

The warmth of your body is bringing out
The buried desires and pains,
And I am heaving up and down
Waiting.....

Finally ,the volcano erupted inside you
Flowing you with white,yet hot, lava,
That, for very long, did rest.

But still my lips are clinging to you
You queen of spicy, sour, and sweet taste!
The woman with GOLDEN BREASTS !

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       The Godplayer

He went out of his house
In the darkness of the night,
With a rod in his hand;
He is not telling anyone the reason
But I know he is out to kill....

A poor homeless kid, with timid eyes
Was shivering on the streets alone,
When he saw a man in black coat
Approaching towards him slow.
He didnt know, he is coming to set him free,
And before he could raise his voice,
His eyes and nose went red because
a poker had struck his face.

And the man started sprinting towards the
end of the road,
When he was caught by cops on his trail
And he was knocked senseless.
His eyes opened in front of the jury
Who were sitting with a stern face,
And explained to him the extent
to which his crime was grave.

He heartily laughed out,
Saying he didnt do anything vile,
All he did was that he freed the child.
He said, "Life was disgusting for that
poverty stricken kid, who is so thin,
I couldn't have played better, but to free him.
My name is Lucifer and you cant make me stay,
For God has chosen me, and I have a game to play."

Fuck Doll

tonight
it’s just me and Barry White
under your secret lock and key
tonight
you are up north
or is it back east
living in your new life
sleeping with your new wife
-in this room
of echo solitude
my vacant heart weeps
I long to close my eyes
to forever sleep, to wither in the deep
of a deprived depression
I’ve loved you my love
even through all your abusive sessions
-I’m sorry if I never uttered a word
or voiced an opinion
or gave you wisdom  
or spoken words of love
since all I’ve given you was lust
-perhaps you were disillusioned by me
at last forcing you to see
that the only way of ridding me
was to give me up
so I’ve taken a needle
and sewn my mouth wide shut
-every day
I prick tiny holes into my artificial flesh
-every day
to set a little of my soul free
just to see if one day you’d come back for me?
-I would like to think all hope is lost
-I would like to think your gain is your loss
but I’m just being needy, being overly greedy
and sowing those dried seeds you left behind in me
only proved we were never meant to be
-I know it sucks, this REAL life,
and nothing cuts deep
than the truth of a sharpened knife
-so in this room built of an inflatable prison
my body is all but a battered collision
with no recollection,
no memory of us, and this mistrust
has me bowing my head
in its deflated shame
playing Barry White records,
pretending to be human
as I whisper your name:

Please come back to me

Patient Training






I can be naughty a lot of the time.    
This usually finds me bent over his knee.    
As he smacks me.    
Only two words I have to speak,      
My lines rehearsed often..    
     
More and harder.    
     
This I give without question, And when he gets    
me to lay on the sofa next to him as he watches    
television or on his laptop doing work things or    
on the phone talking to clients.      
Making me play with myself in just my panties    
As he glances over every now and again.  
   
Now this might well seem wonderful, But.. I'm not    
allowed to climax until he gives the golden word,    
Making me pose and put on this fingering slut show
just for him, The more creative I am, The less I have
to wait, I know the rules..    
     
Desperate to climax hard, He knows all to well.      
Making me wait.. And wait.. as my fingers blur,  
Over my clit, Staving of the building orgasm.    
     
Finally my reward is close, As he takes off my wet
panties and holds out his hand under my pussy.    
     
I'm not allowed at this point to use my fingers.    
I'm expected just to cum when he says so, To shoot it  
out onto his outstretched hand as proof my desire
be true.    
     
I caress my breasts, pulling, Squeezing, Pinching.    
My legs wide open to his gaze.    
Awaiting his one word.    
He makes me wait    
     
One minute    
two minutes    
Feels like hours    
     
Finally..    
     
"Cum"    
     
My orgasm is more than intense    
My screams don't do it justice    
My body shakes violently    
As my climax shoots at his command    
onto his expectant hand.    
     
My reward for my patience    
Is to watch his delight at my orgasmic display.    
     
Good girl he says as he wipes his hand with my panties.    
Good girl he says before leaning in and licking me good.    
As I hold him in place    
     
Desperate for more of the same..


Written by Lookawaynow  

We have always been close. Some would say closer than a mother and son should be - but I love her and she loves me, we have complete respect for each other and…no, we've never had sex.

We would tell one another our secrets and dreams, our fantasies.

One evening, after we'd been sharing a bottle of red, my mother said she had always wanted a girl - she didn't regret having me but she always felt that she missed the chance of having a daughter - dressing her up and making her pretty. I said in a half joking way that she could dress me up, but when I looked into my mother's eyes I realised she took my throwaway comment seriously.

She wanted to shave me and asked me to take my jeans off. I was a bit apprehensive at first because although we were open with our dreams and fantasies I never undressed in front of her and vice versa. I thought, what the hell and stood up. I unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my jeans, letting them fall to the floor. My mother's eyes momentarily flickered over the pouch of white cotton between my legs and I tried not to notice.

I followed her to the bathroom and stood in the shower, my mother produced an old-fashioned razor, the kind barber's use. Apparently it was her fathers and she had always used it to shave her own legs.

She stood there in front of me and looked down at my underwear. I thought she wanted to shave my legs but apparently she wanted to be far more intimate with the razor. I realised what my mother wanted to do and instinctively slid my underwear off my hips and down my legs, I could feel my penis flop out and slap against my thigh and when I looked at my mother she was quiet, she stared for some time and knelt down in front of me, looking up and smiling.

She asked me to stand with my feet wide apart and started to apply lather to my balls. I felt the soft foam first and then my mothers fingers spreading the white creamy later over my balls and along my penis - I couldn't help myself, I felt excited and aroused. Looking down at my beautiful mother and down the front of her blouse, I could see her large cleavage and heavy breasts just below my balls.

By the time my mother had finished I was fully erect, throbbing and very excited. I apologised and she just smiled at me.

I felt the razor glide over my balls, the cold steel removing every hair, into every crevice and along my thighs, I felt my mother's fingers moving me to get into each area, the brush of her long fingernails making me more and more aroused. At last she had finished, she showered my down with warm water and patted my dry with a large fluffy towel - her hands gauntly massaging my sex and her eyes inspecting me for any missed hairs.

She stood up and looked down at her handiwork. I felt very smooth down there and the feel of my cleanly shaven balls against my thighs felt wonderful.

My mother said that there was no way she'd get my into women's underwear with this huge erection so would I like to relieve myself…or did I want her to do it. I thought about this and before I had a chance to answer she cupped my balls, feeling their smoothness, their softness. With the other hand she caressed my length, I felt her fingernails gently graze its skin. She said I was bigger than she thought and loved the way it looked erect - did I know how long it was? I told her I'd last measured it when I was about 18 and it was just under 8 inches. She squeezed my balls and started to pump my penis with the other hand - it didn't take long before the throbbing became spasms and I felt the hot salty fluid shoot out of me.

My mother was ready with the kitchen towel and cleaned me from the floor. Minutes later I was getting smaller and the post-throbbing was slowing as I stood there with my still excited penis hanging between my legs.

She led me out of the bathroom and into her bedroom, the wardrobe door opened and a range of outfits hung on rails ready for me to try on...

I stood naked in front of the open wardrobe, there seemed to be so many clothes hanging there. I must have looked quite bewildered because my mother reached in and pulled out a school uniform; short skirt and white blouse, long white socks and dark blue panties.

I stood there and let my mother scan my body, I could feel a new wave of arousal tingling my balls as she looked me up and down, paying particular attention to my newly shaved sex. She unclipped the dark blue panties from the hanger and knelt in front of me, I instinctively stepped into them as she pulled the soft stretchy cotton up over my knees, my thighs until it cupped me tightly - she pulled them high up around my waist and I could feel the elastic of the legs cutting tightly over my hips. She smoothed the material over my bottom and adjusted my penis so that it was curving down under my balls - that tingling was getting stronger.

My mother slid the long white socks up my legs and over my knees and pulled them up high around my thighs - the blouse was quite tight as she buttoned it over my chest and tied the long stripy school tie around my neck - she slid the knot up and kissed me on the lips. The skirt was very short as she zipped the back of it around my waist, just a thin slice of pale skin showed between the top of the white socks and the hem of the skirt.

Again my mother stood back and looked at me, she smiled approvingly and asked me to sit on the bed with my legs out in front of me and wait there. She went out of the room and a couple of minutes later I could hear other women's voices coming up the stairs.

Suddenly, all my mother's closest friends appeared at the doorway, they all looked intently at me and smiled - cooing and maternal. They all came in and gathered around me, smiling broadly and looking me up and down. Soon enough they sat around me, stroking my hair, caressing my legs and feeling the material of the long socks and generally making a fuss of me. I was very nervous but also quite excited as I'd known these women from childhood and they seemed to be sexually attracted to me. Some of these I had had fantasies about when I was younger.

I sat there, my legs outstretched and closed in front of me when one of my mother's friends started to push my legs open, I let her and soon my feet were wide apart. I looked down and saw that thin slice of flesh above my socks was slightly thicker as the skirt was pushed up my legs.

Another woman slowly lifted the hem of the skirt and peeked - she dropped it and looked up at me, smiling and licking her teeth. She pushed the skirt up further and I could see the other women staring silently as more of my thighs showed, the dark blue mound holding my sex was now in full view and the skirt was around my waist - I could feel myself harden as all eyes were on that bulging blue triangle.

My mother spoke up and told them all how I was cleanly shaved and that I was a 'big boy'. More cooing and stares from the women as I was clearly growing inside the blue panties, the material was very stretchy but I was starting to feel uncomfortable.

My mother told the others to hold me down so I couldn't move and appeared with a long pair of pinking sheers…she knelt between my open legs and moved the shiny silver scissors towards me...