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The Seed Part 3 (Please Don’t Stop the Insanity)
I woke up with the room bathed in darkness. The only sound their soft snoring. Smiling to myself, I pinched my nipple and sighed. Yes, this is real. I am here between two naked people and the warmth from their bodies is strangely comforting. Never in my wildest dreams did I think this would ever happen, spending the weekend in erotic bliss with a couple. A sexy couple at that. I let my right hand travel out to the side. Yes, there she is. I think it’s my turn to surprise her. What I didn’t realize was that he was awake and had different plans.
I felt his large body shift and for some unknown reason, my hand froze as I brushed her shoulder with my fingernails. He rolled over and on top of me as she continued to snore. I withdrew my hand and wrapped my arms around the back of his neck. For a split second I wondered if I woke her, but his soul searing kisses were taking my breath away and the thought faded.
His tongue danced with mine slowly and sensually as his full lips ground into mine. I felt every last piece of whatever guard I had slip away as his kissing assaulted my senses. I took his tongue between my lips, tugged and heard him groan. His lips traveled to my neck and he kissed, licked and nibbled until I was panting. It didn’t take much for this man to turn me on. My hands slipped to his shoulders and I pulled him closer just as he lightly sucked in his breath. My eyes closed in ecstasy, I didn’t ever want this to stop. He knew exactly what he was doing, breaking down my defenses like that. Then out of nowhere, he placed his large hand around my throat. Startled, I opened my eyes to find his dark orbs inches from mine as his warm breath hovered above my face.
We laid like that for a few moments, the intensity causing my arousal to dampen my thighs. All the while she slumbered next to us. His legs forced my thighs open and he entered my slickness. I thought I heard him chuckle, but I think it was mixed with a growl, and the ominous sound caused goosebumps on my arms. I barely know this man, yet I continue to allow him to instill this sexual fear within me. Nobody has ever done this to me before. I was scared but craved whatever was going to come next. I think the not knowing turned me on most of all.
My hips met his and we fucked silently, his hand around my throat and my arms now at my sides. I wanted him inside me deeply and fiercely. I needed that beautiful cock to split me in two. I felt like he was using me as his sexual plaything and I reveled in it. I tried to cry out but his hand around my throat made that impossible. Everything was driving me insane. I began to thrash on the bed, bucking and grinding while I tried to move my head side to side, but to no avail. My arms went from my sides, to his waist to clutching the sheets just to have something to hold onto. I could barely stand the intensity of the pleasure I was feeling. And then I heard her laughter. She grabbed my right arm as if to hold me down at the same time he let go of my neck. It took a few seconds to realize that the other sound in the room was my screaming.
I was drenched. My sweat, his sweat, and my cum, were all over me. She started pinching my nipples as he and I continued to fuck. The pinching and the wild fucking was tilting me right over the edge. This man is a machine. An all-knowing magical machine. I couldn’t think straight. I didn’t want to think straight. I never wanted this to end. I don’t know how many times I came, it just kept happening over and over. Wave after soft billowy wave as my pussy contracted under the onslaught. Then he loudly groaned and I could feel his entire body tense as it was his turn. He outweighed me by at almost two hundred pounds and I could feel every last muscle in his body as he collapsed on top of me.
I was trying to pant, but this guy was heavy. I wondered if this was how I was going to die. Surviving the choking only to be killed by the weight of him. “Well done, pet,” he whispered and I instinctively smiled. What is wrong with me? What’s going on? What are they doing to me?
I barely had time to catch my breath before her hands were roaming between my breasts, down my stomach to my thighs then back to my stomach and breasts again. The tingling on my wet skin created goosebumps again and I sighed in response. This is heavenly. I had my eyes closed and imagined her beautifully manicured fingers lightly running along my skin. I could feel the hardness of my nipples, I could feel the stickiness between my legs and then I felt the warm softness of a tongue lightly graze my labia. She doesn’t waste any time. But I glanced to my right and she was still face level. She stopped caressing me and was looking at me intently. He’s down there? I think I just died and went to Heaven.
He was true to form. He began sucking on my clit and I came immediately. I don’t think I can take much more, I really don’t, but please don’t stop. He really does give the best head of any of the lovers I’ve had. She lowered herself onto my face, facing the wall behind my head, holding onto the wall behind me and to my right. My tongue danced in her sacred garden. She tastes so sweet. Like peaches and honey and I’m going to feast to my heart’s content. The tip of my tongue found her clit and I heard her sigh. Her warm honey began to cover my face and I started picking up pace, but it was difficult to concentrate on bringing her pleasure as my own pussy was being assaulted. I’ve watched scenes like this in pornos and it always gets me off. Now I’m here and it’s actually happening. What other fantasies of mine are they gonna make come true this weekend?
I felt his large body shift and for some unknown reason, my hand froze as I brushed her shoulder with my fingernails. He rolled over and on top of me as she continued to snore. I withdrew my hand and wrapped my arms around the back of his neck. For a split second I wondered if I woke her, but his soul searing kisses were taking my breath away and the thought faded.
His tongue danced with mine slowly and sensually as his full lips ground into mine. I felt every last piece of whatever guard I had slip away as his kissing assaulted my senses. I took his tongue between my lips, tugged and heard him groan. His lips traveled to my neck and he kissed, licked and nibbled until I was panting. It didn’t take much for this man to turn me on. My hands slipped to his shoulders and I pulled him closer just as he lightly sucked in his breath. My eyes closed in ecstasy, I didn’t ever want this to stop. He knew exactly what he was doing, breaking down my defenses like that. Then out of nowhere, he placed his large hand around my throat. Startled, I opened my eyes to find his dark orbs inches from mine as his warm breath hovered above my face.
We laid like that for a few moments, the intensity causing my arousal to dampen my thighs. All the while she slumbered next to us. His legs forced my thighs open and he entered my slickness. I thought I heard him chuckle, but I think it was mixed with a growl, and the ominous sound caused goosebumps on my arms. I barely know this man, yet I continue to allow him to instill this sexual fear within me. Nobody has ever done this to me before. I was scared but craved whatever was going to come next. I think the not knowing turned me on most of all.
My hips met his and we fucked silently, his hand around my throat and my arms now at my sides. I wanted him inside me deeply and fiercely. I needed that beautiful cock to split me in two. I felt like he was using me as his sexual plaything and I reveled in it. I tried to cry out but his hand around my throat made that impossible. Everything was driving me insane. I began to thrash on the bed, bucking and grinding while I tried to move my head side to side, but to no avail. My arms went from my sides, to his waist to clutching the sheets just to have something to hold onto. I could barely stand the intensity of the pleasure I was feeling. And then I heard her laughter. She grabbed my right arm as if to hold me down at the same time he let go of my neck. It took a few seconds to realize that the other sound in the room was my screaming.
I was drenched. My sweat, his sweat, and my cum, were all over me. She started pinching my nipples as he and I continued to fuck. The pinching and the wild fucking was tilting me right over the edge. This man is a machine. An all-knowing magical machine. I couldn’t think straight. I didn’t want to think straight. I never wanted this to end. I don’t know how many times I came, it just kept happening over and over. Wave after soft billowy wave as my pussy contracted under the onslaught. Then he loudly groaned and I could feel his entire body tense as it was his turn. He outweighed me by at almost two hundred pounds and I could feel every last muscle in his body as he collapsed on top of me.
I was trying to pant, but this guy was heavy. I wondered if this was how I was going to die. Surviving the choking only to be killed by the weight of him. “Well done, pet,” he whispered and I instinctively smiled. What is wrong with me? What’s going on? What are they doing to me?
I barely had time to catch my breath before her hands were roaming between my breasts, down my stomach to my thighs then back to my stomach and breasts again. The tingling on my wet skin created goosebumps again and I sighed in response. This is heavenly. I had my eyes closed and imagined her beautifully manicured fingers lightly running along my skin. I could feel the hardness of my nipples, I could feel the stickiness between my legs and then I felt the warm softness of a tongue lightly graze my labia. She doesn’t waste any time. But I glanced to my right and she was still face level. She stopped caressing me and was looking at me intently. He’s down there? I think I just died and went to Heaven.
He was true to form. He began sucking on my clit and I came immediately. I don’t think I can take much more, I really don’t, but please don’t stop. He really does give the best head of any of the lovers I’ve had. She lowered herself onto my face, facing the wall behind my head, holding onto the wall behind me and to my right. My tongue danced in her sacred garden. She tastes so sweet. Like peaches and honey and I’m going to feast to my heart’s content. The tip of my tongue found her clit and I heard her sigh. Her warm honey began to cover my face and I started picking up pace, but it was difficult to concentrate on bringing her pleasure as my own pussy was being assaulted. I’ve watched scenes like this in pornos and it always gets me off. Now I’m here and it’s actually happening. What other fantasies of mine are they gonna make come true this weekend?
Published 16th Mar 2023
| Edited 19th Mar 2023
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16th Mar 2023 12:35pm
Please Don't Stop the Insanity" by Her is a powerful, provocative and sensuous poem that explores the intricate depths of human sexuality, desire and curiosity. Through vivid and explicit imagery, the speaker takes us on a sexually charged journey that is both arousing and unsettling. The poem delves deeply into the psyche of the speaker, as she recounts her experiences with a couple in a weekend of erotic bliss. The poem is raw, unapologetic, and brazen, leaving nothing to the imagination.
The poem begins with the speaker waking up in a dark room between two people, one of whom she decides to surprise. However, the third party in the bed, a male figure, has different plans, and proceeds to dominate and take control of the situation. The poem is crafted in such a way that it draws the reader into the scene, as the speaker recounts the intense sensations of lust and desire that consume her.
The poem is explicit in its depiction of sex, with the speaker detailing the intimate physical experiences that she shares with the couple. However, despite the rawness of the imagery, there is a sense of tenderness and connection that is present throughout the poem. The speaker is not simply indulging in sex for the sake of sex, but is instead exploring the depths of her own desires and curiosities. Furthermore, the poem is not simply about sexual pleasure, but also about the power dynamics that exist in sexual relationships.
The speaker is portrayed as a willing participant in the sexual encounter, but one who is also subject to the whims and desires of her sexual partners. The image of the male figure placing his hand around the speaker's throat is particularly striking, as it highlights the sense of vulnerability that is often present in sexual encounters. The speaker is both aroused and frightened by the intensity of the experience, with the danger of the situation adding to the sexual thrill.
The poem also raises questions about the boundaries that exist in sexual relationships, as the speaker willingly engages in a sexual encounter with a couple. However, the poem does not provide any clear answers to these questions, and instead leaves them open to interpretation. The poem acknowledges the complexity of human sexuality, highlighting the fact that there are often no easy answers when it comes to matters of the heart or the body.
Overall, "Please Don't Stop the Insanity" is a daring, provocative and stimulating poem that explores themes of desire, power, and vulnerability. The poem is uncompromising in its depiction of sex, presenting it in all its complexity and ambiguity. The poem flows with a natural pace and rhythm, which adds to its sense of sensuality and eroticism. The use of vivid and explicit language, combined with the raw emotions of the speaker, creates a poem of immense power and depth.
The poem begins with the speaker waking up in a dark room between two people, one of whom she decides to surprise. However, the third party in the bed, a male figure, has different plans, and proceeds to dominate and take control of the situation. The poem is crafted in such a way that it draws the reader into the scene, as the speaker recounts the intense sensations of lust and desire that consume her.
The poem is explicit in its depiction of sex, with the speaker detailing the intimate physical experiences that she shares with the couple. However, despite the rawness of the imagery, there is a sense of tenderness and connection that is present throughout the poem. The speaker is not simply indulging in sex for the sake of sex, but is instead exploring the depths of her own desires and curiosities. Furthermore, the poem is not simply about sexual pleasure, but also about the power dynamics that exist in sexual relationships.
The speaker is portrayed as a willing participant in the sexual encounter, but one who is also subject to the whims and desires of her sexual partners. The image of the male figure placing his hand around the speaker's throat is particularly striking, as it highlights the sense of vulnerability that is often present in sexual encounters. The speaker is both aroused and frightened by the intensity of the experience, with the danger of the situation adding to the sexual thrill.
The poem also raises questions about the boundaries that exist in sexual relationships, as the speaker willingly engages in a sexual encounter with a couple. However, the poem does not provide any clear answers to these questions, and instead leaves them open to interpretation. The poem acknowledges the complexity of human sexuality, highlighting the fact that there are often no easy answers when it comes to matters of the heart or the body.
Overall, "Please Don't Stop the Insanity" is a daring, provocative and stimulating poem that explores themes of desire, power, and vulnerability. The poem is uncompromising in its depiction of sex, presenting it in all its complexity and ambiguity. The poem flows with a natural pace and rhythm, which adds to its sense of sensuality and eroticism. The use of vivid and explicit language, combined with the raw emotions of the speaker, creates a poem of immense power and depth.
16th Mar 2023 12:41pm
Thank you for the so very kind critique. It’s helpful to know that all that I intended can be understood.
I hope you have a fantastic day. Thank you for putting a smile on my face this morning.
I hope you have a fantastic day. Thank you for putting a smile on my face this morning.
