Wicked Commuters
So here I am on my usual train to work, packed full of the usual dreary commuters and I’m crammed in against everyone else on seats too small for the average human.
I glance over to the very respectable woman sitting next to me, reading her Kindle. And I happen to see the words Charlie Tango on the screen.
So I sneak an extra little look and yep, there is Christian and Anastasia.
That makes me smile. This very normal looking woman, chewing her finger as she reads, checking her Blackberry in between Ana looking through her lashes and drinking her Costa coffee, is reading erotica.
On the way to work.
On a packed commuter train.
At 7.30 in the morning.
And that makes me smile.
It also makes me re-evaluate all my fellow passengers (I do anyway to be honest) and wonder how many more have dark little lives hidden behind the grey suits (although she is wearing a bright red dress, so maybe that is a give away?) and are reading something that gets the pulse racing (regardless of whether you think 50 Shades is any good).
My truly wicked side wonders how wet her cunt is right now, but that is just the deviant in me.
Let’s hope she doesn’t glance to her right while I write this.
The Dirty Romantic
Deviant Haiku #9
Fingers wrap, tighten
Dark threads become your chains;
Delicious pain bites
—Deviant Haiku #9 by The Dirty Romantic
Source: passius
Deviant Haiku #8
The mere thought freezes
Your fingers on the handle;
His words open it wide.
—Deviant Haiku #8 by The Dirty Romantic
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Deviant Haiku
Fingers wrap, tighten
Dark threads become your chains;
Head turned toward me.
—Deviant Haiku #7 by The Dirty Romantic
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Tell Me
Tell me what it feels like when you run your fingers over your lips.
“Soft and wet, Sir”
Tell me what you feel as you dip the tip of your finger between your lips.
“Good, Sir”
Tell me more.
“It makes me feel like I want your fingers inside me Sir”
Tell me what you taste like.
“Warm and salty, Sir”
Tell me how far you want to slide your fingers inside, how much you need to fill your cunt.
“Oh god, all the way Sir, to the knuckles. Please Sir”
Tell me how it feels when I tell you no.
“I am yours Sir, I am yours to command. So I feel good Sir, when I please you”
Tell me how it feels when I slide my fingers between your lips, deep inside, curling round.
“hmmm”
Tell me!
“So good, full, wanted, needed. More, please. Sir”
Tell me who owns your cunt.
“You do Sir, always. “
Good Girl.
Words by The Dirty Romantic
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Details
It is the details, the small things that make a difference. This is so sexy because it shows so little. It is the suggestion of what could be that makes it so damn hot
It is the story it tells which turns me on most, what this suggests rather than what is shows.
Is it a stolen glance, a chance moment where the hidden passion is shown, just for an all too brief second, never to be experienced by the voyeur?
Is this a lovers tease, a quiet restaurant table, a carefully chosen dress to reveal the hidden treat, hearts racing at the knowledge of where this glimpse will lead.
Or is it a willing accomplice, directed and controlled, challenged to show more, left exposed in a prim and proper place? The heart races for another reason and thighs are left slick with anticipation and fear.
And no matter what the story, it is that little sliver of pink flesh, the sheer wickedness of the stocking top and the desire to run my hands all the way across, to feel silk and skin, that makes this sexy.
I want those moments, to feel the mix of flesh and silk, to hear the quiet gasp as my fingers slide further and find you hot and inviting.
And I will take the time to notice, to appreciate the time devoted to prepare for me, the time my good girl gives just for me.
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Anticipation
I love to do this, to get you to the point where you need to be touched, have to be touched. And I still won’t do it.
There is something special about taking my time, not moving too fast.
The slow build would have started long before this, the subtle touches, brushing a wrist as we sit there, drinking coffee. Spending time just talking about anything and everything but the undertone always there.
The little touches, a finger drawn along your leg beneath the table, keep that little bit of anticipation just at the edge of your attention. I would never mention it, never say anything but my actions, touches would have the desired effect.
And I would know exactly the effect it was having, how wet it had made you, how much it was leaving that burning need in the back of your mind and between your legs.
And finally when we are alone, well I wouldn’t make it any easier.
As I run my hands over your hips, they would follow, pushing, presenting, wanting for me to touch you, to relieve you. And instead I just slide along your thighs. The feel of the stockings, rough beneath my fingers, damp from my earlier touches.
I can feel the heat, as my fingers slide past, almost touching the damp heat but I skirt around it. I know full well that will make you raise your hips more, buck against me, try to pull me on to you.
We both know eventually I will relent, my fingers finally delving deep in to the burning, wet heat between your legs. We both know you will push your hips hard against my hand when my fingers first find your wet folds open and ready.
But it is that first movement, your hips following my hands, skirting around the heat of your need - that is perfection. And I could watch this endlessly, replay the feel in my head, taste the memory again and again.
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The Door - Part II
This is the second part of a story I started a little while ago - if you missed the first part you can read it here - The Door Part 1.
I would suggest it is worth reading the first part, as this one will make an awful lot more sense. I really shouldn’t leave it so long between parts of the story.
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You stand there, in your quiet darkness, a tremor running through you at the touch of his fingers along your thigh. He makes no other sound, has not responded to your request other than to continue to slide his fingers further up your legs. You try to hold back a tremor, you can’t tell if it is from his touch or the position he has you in.
You want to cry out, to moan with pleasure but you maintain the silent vigil that he has started. Although you remain quiet, you can’t stop your body reacting to those creeping fingers, moving ever closer to where you want him most. You catch your breath, stomach tightening, waiting for them to find you. You can feel the heavy weight between your legs, the dampness of your thighs, the burning heat inside your cunt.
He must already know what he will find, your body betraying you completely as to how much his treatment has affected you; your thighs are slick and you feel his fingers begin to slide over damp skin. You wonder what he must be thinking, how he will react to this, knowing he has control of you so completely already.
His fingers continue their inevitable slide towards your waiting cunt, you force yourself to remain still, to endure his slow torture. You want to push in to him, force your cunt down on to his advancing hand but you know this is not what he intends and you want to please him, to show how willing you are to be controlled by him.
As they move upwards, you feel the tightness grow in your stomach, breathing faster now, anticipating his final touch, the slide of fingers inside you. But it does not come, they drift away instead, leaving you gasping quietly in frustration, a small groan slips from your lips at his sudden departure. You quickly pull your mouth tight shut, biting your lip against the disappointment you feel.
Left, alone again in the darkness, you become only too aware of your body and it’s reaction to even this briefest of touches from him. There is a pulse running through you, a steady throb emanating from deep within, centred around your cunt, spreading out over your whole body.
You feel everything, hyper sensitive to every small sensation - the quiet throb of your wet cunt, heavy lips full and ready between your legs. Your nipples grate against the fine silk bra, sending shudders through you as you shift in your restraints. Even the pain coming from your wrists, the bindings biting against the bone, intertwines with the flood of pleasure from the rest of your body - creating a heady cocktail which lets your mind spin away for a moment.
The sudden sharp crack against your cunt makes you shout out in surprise, the flash of pain takes you out of your dark reverie and brings you alive instantly. The second tap, lighter this time, although as much unanticipated as the first, still forces a gasp from you, as the initial sting of the first begins to warm your lips.
Joy, forced from your lips,
Shout released to warm spring air;
His fingers within.
Deviant Haiku #5 by The Dirty Romantic (http://youmakemeneedyou.tumblr.com)
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Ropes bind with sharp bite,
Red warmth across tender flesh;
Peace and calm descends
All I will become
Rests in your hands, your actions;
Mold me with harsh care.
Bind me, rope and word;
Release my mind, my body
Free of decision.
The Note
I walk through the door and you are there, kneeling in the hallway naked except for the velvet choker and black high heels.
Head down, arms outstretched, you wait with a note in your hands, hand written in the beautiful careful script you use.
No movement from you, just a quiet calm, waiting.
I take the note, so carefully written, so precisely folded and I read out load, slowly, clearly.
—-
Sir
This body, this mind, this everything is yours to enjoy if you give me freedom from control.
Be strong enough to overwhelm me, take away my choice, demand of me, relinquish me from choice.
Be enough of a man, be sure enough, confident enough, to let me willingly give to you all that I am.
Be that, for me, and you can have…well…whatever you desire.
Provide for me, what I desire most and I am yours absolutely and without question.
Be strong enough, intelligent enough to know what I need completely and I will never refuse you.
I will always swallow YOU. When you want me to.
At other times I hope you’ll fill my cunt. Or chose to use me wherever you want, whoever you want.
I am yours to call on, to require and direct. I will be ready when you need me, to be used as you see fit, to give you pleasure as you need.
Be enough for me, grant me the freedom from myself and I will be everything to you.
Muse
—-
I read the letter one more time to myself, reading each word again, assessing each sentence.
I fold the letter along the same creases you so carefully created and slip it in to my suit’s inner pocket. I can feel it there hard against my chest.
I walk up to you, place my hand on your head, running my fingers through your hair as I wrap them around the strands.
With a slow deliberate move, I tighten my grip, pulling your head up, following a slow arc until you finally face me.
‘Such a good girl.’
As I look in to your eyes, gauging you, I run my thumb across your cheek, over your lips , resting it lightly against the bottom lip.
As I slowly push my thumb between your lips and down as I feel your teeth beneath, I bend towards you for a moment.
Close to your ear, lips brushing as I speak but not filling touching, I whisper carefully.
‘Shall we begin’
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Seduction
I want to will take you, slowly.
I want to will break you down, piece by piece.
I want to will seduce your mind, I want to will know that you need me.
I want to will expose you to my examination, my assessment, my perusal.
I want to will hold you down, pin you in place;
I want to will pull your legs apart, I want to will spread you wide, open, ready.
I want to will feel your cunt lips part for me, the wet flesh slide open as I take my time to explore you, dissect you.
I want to will feel your breathing quicken and you cunt clench beneath my examination, my touch.
I want to will experience the flood of your cunt, I want to will taste your cunt, the wetness delicious to my experience.
I want to will feel your hips shift, your back arch, your cunt grip my fingers as I take you to the edge.
I want to will hear you whisper, shout, scream in my ear.
I want to will taste your cunt, have it run down my chin, part each fold and delve inside.
I will have this Muse, will experience this, move this from desire to action, from want to fulfilment.
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