Woman on Wire

We were fucking like we normally do, which is to say kind of frantically, a little painfully, a bit desperate and highly improvisational. I never know what to expect with him. The last time we were together he managed somehow to have a multiple orgasms, which I didn't even think was possible for a man.

We've sometimes planned thing out, had goals for a particular evening, but for the most part we tend to fuck like neither of us has had sex in years and may never have sex again. The calm, civilized conversation ends, the beast comes out along with his cock, my eyes glaze over and all I can think is, "That should go somewhere inside of me." And the more urgent and aching for it he is, the more I am. I like it when someone is desperate for me, when someone can't wait a second longer to touch me. I like that glaze over the eyes. It's probably why I like rape fantasies.

So we're fucking, when rather abruptly he pulls his cock out of me and climbs over my body to reach the open top drawer of my bedside table, the one with the condoms and lube and my trusty pocket vibe. He grabbed the vibe, twisted it on and half lying on top of me, pressed the vibe to my clit as he pressed his body on top of mine. I was close already and with the sudden over stimulation it didn't take me long to come. I thrust my hips up to meet the vibe and he held me tight, his back to me, his arms wrapped tight around my body. I groaned and shuddered and felt my heartbeat start to slow down. I shifted my hips away from the vibe, or tried to rather as I came down from the orgasm, but he tightened his grip like a boa constrictor and kept the vibe fixed on my clit. I wriggled my legs, trying to get away when they next orgasm came... and the next, and the next…

I was crying at this point, the pleasure was shifting into, not pain exactly, but just... too much. I fought him, pounded on his back and tried to shove him off me, but he was too strong and way too determined. Then just I gave up. I whimpered and moaned and brought the back of my hand to my forehead like a damsel in distress, which I kind of was. There was a constant flow of fluid from my cunt and I just went limp thinking how long could this go on? Would my clit eventually just go numb like a leg that had fallen asleep? Would I pass out? Could you die from this?

I saw Man on Wire a while ago and there's an incredible shot of Philippe Petit taking that first step on the wire between the towers, that very first step between solid ground and nothingness.

I feel like I always have one foot on the wire and one foot on roof. I want to take my other foot off of the roof.

I've taken the nose dive a couple of times. Once was with someone I care very much for, who cares very much for me. The other time was a one-night stand who's last name I never caught.

I don't play as much as I'd like to. It's not because I haven't wanted to, I'm just a lot more selective of who I play with these days. I don't have much interest in the occasional pick-up scene or demo-bottoming. I only want people who like me to hurt me. But more than that I want someone who loves me to push me off the roof.

When he finally let go of me and turned off the vibe, I shuddered and gasped for breath and wiped my eyes. He pulled me up close to his chest and wrapped his arms around me, not quite as tight this time. We cuddled like that for a while, catching our breath and soon we were talking about politics and the economy. My cunt kept making those gasping spasms and my clit kept pulsing like it was reaching out for more, still not completely satisfied.

He's a master of karate and friendship for everyone.

I like the rough and tumble, that's a given by now: getting dirty, putting up a fight. It's so much more fun when you have to work for it. Don't get me wrong, sometimes there is nothing better than long, slow lingering love making with tender glances and strong embraces. It's lovely the morning after getting the shit kicked out of you.

I can be sweet and romantic as the next girl. It's just that my idea of a night of romance leaves scrapes and scratches and funny looking bruises in weird places.

"I need a wall." He said. Alrighty then. We moved into the foyer, since that was the only area where there was any free wall space. We both looked at the door and nodded with approval. He shoved me against the door and grabbed my arms, I twisted and pushed forward and he pushed me back against the door. He laughed a little, I don't think he was expecting me to fight back. I didn't either, actually. It just seemed like a fun thing to do at the time.

With my arms trapped in his grip, he lifted me over his head. My breath was forced out of my body as he bounced me around in the air. He sat me down and lifted me up again, this time with his arms wrapped right around my torso. My chest was crushed as I went over his head again and I gasped and groaned breathlessly. He let me down a little until I was resting on one foot and slipped his fingers in my cunt. I was a little afraid he was going to try and lift me up by my pussy. Still, I would have let him try.

But he put me down and in some fancy kung-fu move he dropped me and had me pinned to the floor. I felt his weight on top of me and he whispered in my ear, "You okay?" I laughed and nodded with my face pressed down against the wood. "Want to do it again?" I nodded vigorously and he pulled me up and wrestle mania-ed me down again. He kicked my legs apart. I made a lame attempt at closing them, just for fun and he knocked them open again. Just as I was expecting something shoved inside me, there was a pause. He lifted my right leg up and pulled, walking to the bathroom, dragging me along the floor with him, classic caveman style. All that was missing was a conk on the head with a big wooden stick. My tits slid and stuck against the floor and I lifted myself up slightly, walking on my hands while he pulled me behind him.

But to the bathroom?

"I didn't want you to get lonely, so I brought you with me." I looked behind me and saw him looking into the mirror.

"I lost a contact lens."

"Oh no!" I said, scanning the floor around me.

"It's okay."

"Can you see alright?" I asked.

"Yeah. I'll be fine."

"That sucks." I said as he yanked me back up.

Bang my drum slowly. Not that slowly.

He came with gifts, a bottle of whiskey and a little drum. I forget what it's called. It's like a bongo, but not. I started to get the ice and the glasses for our drinks and felt his hands wrap around my waist from behind. I put the glasses down, turned around and said, "You know what, these can wait." He bent down to kiss me and I lifted up on my toes to kiss back. He slipped his hand inside my robe and sighed. I took his hand and led him into the bedroom.

He immediately grabbed the side of my head and pulled me into a kiss. Well, not so much a kiss as a cross between a bite and a vacuum cleaner. Sometimes kisses are just not meant to be sweet. I twisted my head trying to follow his lead, but I didn't know where he was going. He shifted me around like he was trying to find the best part. As if he couldn't decide where to start. He settled on my shoulder and bit down and sucked up at the same time until I had to pull away, dragging him down with me. 

He pushes me down on the bed and has that crazy fuck-eyed look men get when they know they're going to tear you apart. He fucks like he's been in prison for the past 10 years, everytime. I lift my legs over my shoulders until my feet are resting against the wall behind me and he pushes down on to my arms until I'm afraid they might break. He's going so deep and so hard and so fast, I go into that zone where my whole body becomes my cunt. My brain's my cunt. My nervous system is my cunt. There's nothing to me, but this hole between my legs and I think to myself, "That's about right."

He wraps his hands around my throat and I'm silent and still until he lets go again and I gasp for air. He bites into my shoulder, the left side this time and it hurts so bad, but I want the remaining ache that will last for days after. He turns me over on my side and smacks my ass, not long enough, but I can let that go for now. He rolls me over on top of him and I straddle him, rocking back and forth on his cock. I grip his pecs for leverage and lean down. I sink my teeth into his chest, just above the right nipple. He keeps saying harder and harder and harder and I can't believe what I'm doing, but he's sighing and laughing. I wonder if I could break the skin and what it would taste like if I did. When I let go I see the deep red perforations and I immediately smack it a few times. I lick it and smack it some more to make sure it sticks.

Afterwards, we sat on the disaster area which had once been on my bed and we took turns beating on my new drum.