Fantasy Log: Dark Thought 2

Gore Whore

"Ugh... You make me want to angry masturbate." She says, talking about violent acts I have recently committed drives her wild.

"I'd beat your pussy like an LAPD Cop." I respond.

"God Damn, I wanna see blood." 
Ooo... naughty girl.

"Wouldn't it be fun to kidnap [Him], beat him to a bloody pulp and tie him to a chair?" I suggest.

*Silence*

"Imagine a cool room with dingy floors, we hunt [Him], bind [Him], torture [Him]

And then fuuuuck right in front of his eyes, so close that his tears bath us as he weeps in his little steel chair." I go on.

"But... I like, blood." 

"Then I cut out his hear and squeeze it over your body while I FUCK your pussy. Watch the light fade from him. Ripping at one another... Like... Like animals." The thought of such savagery... such dominance makes my chest heave with electric breath.

"God, you get me so well."

"Touch your pussy, and imagine a cold dimly lit room. A victim bound in a chair. Blood everywhere.

How would you kill?" I ask.

"Cut an artery and watch the blood pump out." "What would you do with all that blood?" I question, curiosity peaked. "Catch it in my mouth like a money shot."

The imagery in my mind sends my body over the edge and cum shoots straight over my right shoulder. The orgasm is intoxicating... intense and I nearly faint. But resist. "Did you cum?... Because I am throbbing."

"I command you to cum." ... I command LOL

"No, I am in front of people!"

"Ooo, I bet you got your seat Alllll, wet."

The beast's rage has been sedated once more... But for how long?

Fantasy Log: Dark Thought 1

• I wish you were a hermaphrodite.

• Chatting online, alone in a dark room, no music.
  Just the glow of the computer screen and a most peculiar woman chatting me up online. 
• "I want to feel your wet pussy hairs on my lips. I fucking love that. I love the tasssste, I love the smellll
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  I love when you push and pull my hair , and grind your pussy against my tongue, legs high in the air." I say

  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  "I can sense you vibrating. I can't decide which gender I want to be with you

  
  

  
  

  
  

  Its so confusing and enthralling. Both my personalities are so turned on by you. ... We want to consume you"

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  "So you're a boy and a girl?" She asks. 
  

  
  

  
  
• "I'm neither
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  I think I have some kind of split personalities; a balance of Masculine and Feminine." I reply.
  
  

  "At the same time I want to bind you. Choke you. And dig my cock as far as physically possible into your body; I want that exact same thing done to me by you." I wiggle in my chair, legs clench together to try the answer the plea for stimulation from my cock, but it doesn't work. "I wish you were a hermaphrodite. I wish you had the same tight little pussy that I could finger While I sucked your big fat dick" The excitement from admitting such an unknown desire. Like petting a tiger in the wild. "That's so dirty it gave me chills" ... She says.
• "Dammit Betty I want to suck your cock! Ugh I'm going to punch something... I'm so turned on!"
• I want to gauge her reaction to that statement, I want to make her participate.
• "... Describe your cock to me..." I say. Pins and Needles.
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• "Throbbing and deep inside you." She replies. GASP! Well... Why stop there?
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  "I would want you laying on top of me. While I'm wearing a jockstrap. Your arm around my throat choking me while you fuck me

  
  

  Breathing in my ear, cumming inside of me. Sweat dripping on my skin
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  I can't stop it from playing in my mind.
  
  

  Choking me till I nearly faint, you hissing in my ear "Do you wanna die bitch!" Slam... Slam... Slam..." I type as fast as my mind can conjure thoughts.
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"No. 'You wanna make me happy right?' Yes. 'Then be a good girl for daddy, Say you wanna please me.' I'll be a good girl daddy, I'll be so good for you daddy, I promise

I want to be handcuffed while you do it, to the edge of the head board." I finish. Another demon exorcised. "I have handcuffs."

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Monologues of Sixxx

I am in a band called Masters of Sixxx (http://www.reverbnation.com/mastersofsixxx)
We will be doing a poetry vlog in Noir style soon.
Here will be the first:
* for best reading pleasure, listen to this track: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GDV4Dfe5-Y4

NUDE

Skin
You are taught to hide it
Why?
When your skin is so smooth, beautiful; why mask it in garbs?

Show yourself to me
That which is kept away from light, is sin
Nudity is for those of us privileged few

The very act of viewing naked body is taboo

The jobs we hate
Buying the things we don’t need
Looking, smelling, being nice
Each, a method
Just to get, a view

Sweet, smooth, coveted view of you

Hide small sections of your body with frilly laces
In that lace is darkness and mystery
I instinctively desire to travel my tongue to those places

I can smell your skin
Beneath the perfumes and lotions
I can smell you, I can smell your soul
With calculation, and purposeful stimulation
I can bind your will to my control

Be art for me
Change your position
Strike a pose
Be a gallery for me
Give the gander that only you and your maker knows

Live forever in the film of my memory
A film that is always secret
A film that tickles interests in subconscious infamy
Display your body to me
Enjoy… Feel the pleasure of indecency 

Another entry into the Monologue of Sixxx: 

The Trophy
It is odd...
How women, so many; beautiful... intelligent... unique in their own way
Vie for my favor. To be my "Favorite", a title always in flux, like the angry wave of a full moon.
The open knowledge seemingly driving the ante.

... I the predator, hath become the conquest. The trophy.