Same old excuses for not keeping up with the prompts. Kind of a fly by night, but I know that participation will help keep me on track! (Hint hint)
The new prompt is: blanket
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Formerly, this was a challenge to make a word itself, one that wouldn't normally be thought of as "dirty" become something 'dirty." I have decided to change up the rules a little bit. Instead of posting a word and making it "dirty", I am going with a simple prompt, and you can use that for a theme for your piece. This is an adult content blog and if you are offended by such writings, or if you are under 18, you must leave. There are no restrictions on size, although we do encourage brevity. You may post the entry here, or put a permalink up to your own blog. Content must not be illegal. This is just meant to be good fun. Any post I feel oversteps the boundries will be deleted. There is a list of links to past prompts, and you are free to write on any prompt as the whim hits you.
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“Don’t move. Let me.”
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Come down hard, full on. And rise, rippling, clinging to the very end until there is almost no more. And take a breath. Breathe. And push down and slide with all your might and striking bottom rise again. With every pass, no two alike, the breath does say, “Alive. Alive. He is alive!”
And now, spilling salty comet tails of life, Death cannot claim him. Weary now, wanting nothing more from the remains of this day. At least nothing that money can buy. He can hold no longer and begins to fall.
***
Dreamless Sleep and her starless blanket are the first to reach him. She wraps him tightly and carries him to a place far away, where Pain cannot find him and Memory dares not follow.
She spotted her quarry the moment he entered the club. Surrounded by a group of “friends” he seemed out of place with the others. It was in the way he carried himself, less confident. Yes, he would be the prize tonight. He was not the drop dead handsome guy, but he was appealing enough, and she could tell he was used to being the guy who went home alone at the end of the night. Tonight, she would make him the envy of his peers.
Jade leaned into the corner and watched him from her place in the shadows. He smiled a little, he listened, but he was the fringe. She saw all of his buddies scooping out the crowd, the dance floor, looking for their best chances. Jades hand reached out and tapped the waitress as she passed and ordered up a drink for her, and sent one to the young man. As he was handed his drink, she watched him look around and spot her. The lighting left her face in the shadows, but her crossed legs were highlighted. She coyly re-crossed them, then leaned into the light on the table. She saw the look in his eyes and she smiled, beckoning him closer.
It was always that easy for her. A few drinks, off to a hotel or motel, never her house. Within an hour of spotting her prey, she was astride him, rocking in ecstasy as she took what she needed, draining, clawing, drawing out the very life force she had to have. She never asked or remembered a name. A few faces stayed with her over the years. And there were a lot of faces and a lot of years.
This one had stamina and eagerness. He kept pumping her, anxious to try out all the moves he had read. From the front, from behind, in her ass. She told him one rule, he had to come in her mouth at the end of it all. After he had tried all of the things he wanted, she took him to the shower and washed him thoroughly, then lay him on the bed and began to suck his cock. It took very little time for him to come, he had held off, keeping his promise to her to come in her mouth. As his orgasm shook through him, she held his ass in place, taking all of the hot come as it shot out. He cried out and when she felt it slowing withdrew and pumped the last of it from him. He fell back to the bed like all of the others, spent and empty, but alive.
Cum, hot sticky, some sweet, some salty, some exotic. All of it was what she had to have. There was no denying the absolute pleasure of being brought off several times by the young men, having them try new things, teaching them tricks to use on their future girls. It was how she reconciled her need for their cum. She gave them something too.
Later, his frail, drained body limp and motionless, she applied a salve to the gouges she had drawn on his back and ass. Her mark, so she would know she had had him once. In the early years, before she mastered her curse, she had killed the young men with her desire, taking far too much. She learned how to take only what she needed to keep her young. But then, she re-sampled these fruits and they too died from too much pleasure.
Now, she had it down to an art, marking her conquests. She had had enough time to perfect it. The curse of living for 300 years was bad enough, but having to fuck young men to keep youthful had been the twist. Every night she had to have one. If not, gray hair, wrinkles, a stoop all appeared within days and took more than one fresh body to bring her back. She still had over 150 years before her death would come, and she didn’t want to spend it as a hag.
She looked at the face of the young man lying next to her. His color was coming back, his breathing easy and calm. Pulling the blanket up to cover his shoulders, she kissed his cheek, and rose from the bed. One more day. The faint light of impending dawn was lighting the sky as she slipped out the door without a sound, leaving her signature, a single jade colored rose and a hand written card that said “Thank –you” on top of his clothing.
Another young man of the city had been touched The Jade Rose, and she smiled as she drove away from the motel. Time to shower and sleep for a couple of hours, then pretend to be normal and human until the night, when she would search out another young body, fresh cum, and another day of youth.
She awoke realizing that she was alone. Searching around she found discarded clothing from last night on the floor, and pulled on panties and a T-shirt.
As she walked through the semi-dark living room she noticed the French Doors were slightly ajar. Moving closer she smelled a faint tobacco odor and saw the glow from the tip of his lit cigarette as he took a drag.
She stepped out onto the patio into the pre-dawn chill. She wrapped the blanket tighter around her that she had grabbed from the bed.
"Johnny."
He turned, smiled and hastily put out the cigarette, knowing that the smoke bothered her. She couldn't help noticing that he was only dressed in jeans.
He held out a hand to her. She immediately went to him. He took her in his arms. "Are you okay, sweetheart?", he murmured against her head, cradling her in his arms. "I wasn't too rough, was I? I just wanted to make it nice for you...make it special..." His voice broke.
"It was wonderful-you wer wonderful", she replied, trying to find the right words. Yet, knowing that any words would be inadaquate to describe the incrediable experience of last night. She wrapped the blanket around both of them. Her hand curled over his heart, feeling, savoring the beat of it. They watched the sunrise in silence, knowing that this moment was all that they had. Soon they would both go back to their own lives.
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