Time for a new decadant prompt. This time, the word is: Breath.
On your mark...get set...GO!
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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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“Do you believe in pure evil, my dear?”
The heat of his breath flushed out against her neck. A cold chill of terror ran through her limbs and she struggled to keep her lip from quivering.
“Define pure.”
“Ah, a game? You wish me to lay it out for you, the remorseless soul of an evil being?’
“To answer you I think, yes.”
“Someone so cold that plunging a blade into a heart is no different that carving the Christmas goose. Who watches lifeblood flow and admires its beauty, comparing the staining to a river’s flow.”
She swallowed and closed her eyes. How wrong it was, that the husky tone he used to describe these barbaric things made her warm, invited lust to dance about her heart.
His hand walked along her arm, trailing gooseflesh behind. Her knees went weak and she couldn’t stop her body from pressing back against his flesh. The bare skin of his chest burned through the camisole, scorching her back.
“Remorseless?”
“Completely.”
His other hand moved to her belly, pulling her back so she could feel his hardness, to know that he was as filled with passion as she was.
“Do you think you are evil, sir?”
She opened her eyes and saw the posture they held in the mirror. His black eyes glinted in the candlelight and one side of his mouth lifted in a sneer.
“I know I am.”
“You could kill?”
The light in his eyes dimmed a little and the smile fell.
“I have. I felt no remorse, but it was not pure evil…then.”
Terror welled again. Who was this man?
“My evil now is not to bring death.”
“Then why speak of it?”
“Evil wears many faces, does many things. Evil takes what it wants and walks away.”
“Why do you tell me this?”
He spun her around to face him, the glint back in his eyes.
“Because I don’t want you to have any expectations beyond this fuck.”
In one movement he ripped down the front of her top, catching the waistband of her skirt in the process, removing them all and leaving her naked before him. The mouth that spoke of evil clamped onto her breast and drew in the nipple in a hard vacuum. She cried out and arched into him, hands gripping his elbow, coaching him near. Without breaking the sweet agony torturing her breast, he parted her legs shoving his fingers inside. With a loud groan she reached for his pants, tugging at them.
“Fuck me now. Leave me later.”
She bit at his ear, curling back away from his hand. His hand moved to her ass, sliding along under her thigh, lifting and opening her to him. Her hands undid the fasteners and he stepped out of the pants. With no fanfare he positioned himself and held her gaze for a split second before shoving in. Her sharp cry was his reward and he began to move in and out. His talk of evil had her wet and his movements were free. His cock rammed into her, he felt her grind forward to meet him, the bone of her pelvis slamming into his. Her hands groped his back looking for a hold. Frenetic, the ramped up into a frenzy, both racing to get off before the other. This was now a contest, who would do the leaving by hitting their orgasm first. He grunted, she gasped, and it was a tie as the heat of their bodies poured out to fill the room, the very breath of the beast, evil, hot and scorching, blowing out the candles as they dropped to the floor in a heap of sweat and cum.
She rose first and kicked his pants towards him.
“Just lock the door on your way out, Mr. Evil."
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