Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Stallion in the Night (Part Six)


The gentle whirring of Mia’s toys was interrupted by the chiming of clocks marking eleven. Mia quickly drew herself to yet another climax before packing up – she had work to do. She packed a bag with some binoculars, a flashlight, stakeout snacks, remote control vibrating panties in case she got bored, and a plethora of other tools-of-the-trade. Mia was ready for action. Tonight was another full moon, and the vicious beast behind the slayings would, without a doubt, be out in search of the blood of virgins. Surely the beast would be somewhere in the forest, like it had been the other night. Mia knew the perfect place to catch a glimpse of the monster, on her way into the village she had seen a secluded barn on the outskirts of town, and she was headed there now. From there she should be able to watch the beast while remaining hidden and safe.

Although Mia’s tightfitting leather pants and even tighter fitting leather top kept her concealed in the darkness, they did little to keep the cold out. Mia held herself tight, shivering as she felt her nipples grow hard from the cold. Two tell tale bumps emerged from beneath her shirt, like the noses of two mole rats poking out from the dirt towards the sun. It would almost have been embarrassing, but Mia was not worried, it was unlikely that she would be seen in her secluded barn by anyone – it was not as if she would find herself in the company of mysterious midnight visitor. At the thought, Mia felt a twinge betwixt her undergarments.[1]

Inside the barn, Mia climbed to the hayloft – here she would have a perfect view of the forest’s edge and the bordering town. Withdrawing a periscope from her sack, Mia began to scan the forest expectantly. What she soon saw, however, was very unexpected indeed. Raphael was strolling through the forest, and was heading straight to the barn! Mia quickly switched off her flashlight, held her breath and looked down at the barn below.

Raphael entered, carrying with him a large bail of hay. He effortlessly threw it atop a stack, his muscles rippling. Straightening up, Raphael began to unbutton his white shirt, which was near transparent from perspiration. Before she could stop herself, Mia let out an excited squeak. Looking up immediately, Raphael caught sight of her in the hayloft.

“Well, well, well. Back for more are we?” asked Raphael, one eyebrow raised.

Red with embarrassment, Mia climbed down from the loft sheepishly.

“You know this is private property right?” said Raphael, “You’re trespassing here.”

“Oh!” blushed Mia, “I’m so sorry. I was… um… bird watching.”

“I could call the police you know, or” he hesitated for a moment, “we could come up with a more personal punishment” Raphael pushed Mia roughly to her knees. Mia let out an excited ‘oh’.

This is what Mia wanted, what she needed – an erotically sensual experience to wipe out all her stress and worry. Raphael seemed like just the man for the job, but perhaps even more than just that. There was something between them; Mia could sense it, a spark of sorts. Perhaps she had finally found someone to fill the hole Sophie had left in her heart all those days ago.

“What are you going to do with me?” asked Mia, trying to sound scared, but her gyrating hips indicated otherwise. She looked up at him coquettishly, putting on her best “fuck me” eyes and subtly pushing her breasts together.[2]

“Well,” said Raphael sexily, “I think I’d better lock you up with these chains I have in my back pocket here, wouldn’t want you trying to escape your punishment now would I.”

Within moments Mia was chained up, spreadeagled across the barn wall, cuffed at her wrists and ankles. Raphael took a step back to admire his work, and Mia gave him her most devilishly seductive smile. ‘Now things were really heating up’ she thought.

“Hmm,” Raphael pondered, looking intently at Mia’s face, “It seems I forgot my gag.”

Mia motioned with her nose down to her pocket, “That’s alright” she laughed, “I always come prepared for any circumstances”

From her pocket, Raphael withdrew a chocolate flavoured ball gag and strapped it into position. “Now you’ve been a very naughty girl, haven’t you Mia,” chided Raphael, “What ever I shall I do with, to, you?”
Mia wanted desperately to speak against the ball gag, to beg for Raphael, to beg for his cock. She needed him to enter her, and quickly.[3] The seductive highlander stepped close to Mia, so close Mia could feel his breath against her skin, close enough that she could reach out with her tongue and taste him. She licked his face – it was delicious, like sex on a chocolate bed. Raphael let out a little chuckle as Mia struggled against her bonds to get closer, and began to unbutton her tight, frilly, leather shirt.[4] Withdrawing an Irish-Army Knife[5], Raphael cut through her studded, leather bra. Mia’s breasts sprung forth like matching jack-in-the-boxes – an astounding effort, considering that they were as hard as marble, and as perfectly sculpted.

“Ooh,” breathed Raphael at the wondrous sight, the bulge in his pants becoming noticeably larger. “Looks like I’m in danger, because you’ve got a pair of bazookas pointed right at me!”

Raphael’s witty comment made Mia feel the beginning of an orgasm sweep through her.

“Looks like my nipple clamps are only just going to be big enough” he said, fastening the metal prongs onto Mia’s prominent nipples.

Mia whimpered with delight, the pain mixing perfectly with the pleasure and excitement she was feeling elsewhere[6] in a near orgasmic sensation. Raphael leaned forward, leaving Mia breathless with the anticipation of what was to come. His soft hands worked their way across Mia’s body, brushing and massaging their way around her lower belly and down into her soaking panties. Her back arched in delight as she felt Raphael’s fingers slide up and down her slick channel.[7] A mischievous smile spread across Raphael’s face, and as he continued to work his left hand on Mia’s most delicate flower[8] in an almost magical fashion, he took out an old iron key from his pocket with his right. Mia’s eyes widened with confusion, and than widened even further, this time with shock, as the key quickly disappeared down her panties and she felt something cold and metallic enter her.[9] The jagged edges of the key massaged her most private opening[10] in the loveliest of fashions. Suddenly, and without warning, Raphael straightened up, took a step back and strode from the barn.

“I’ll be back at sunrise to unlock you,” he called as he exited the barn, waving back and laughing to himself.
‘Oh dear,’ Mia laughed to herself, ‘He really is a naughty boy, isn’t he.’ It was only seven short hours until night gave way to morning, and Mia knew she would be waiting every second in transfixed anticipation.

‘Or, on the other hand’ Mia speculated, ‘I could do something spontaneous, something naughty.’ Mia knew she had the magical means to escape these mere metal bonds; she could release herself and then sneak into Raphael’s bed to give him a ‘special morning surprise’.[11]

Mia searched deep inside of herself to find the power to shift the key from deep inside herself. She felt the power bubble in her lower pancreas and begin to burst forth, like pus from a squeezed pimple, like urine from a full bladder, or sperm from a stroked penis. Connected to this ancient and mystical source of witchiness, Mia was able to pull the metal key from her lower parts,[12] the rust grating against her sensitive insides almost bringing her to climax. Mia frowned; she had a better way to do this, a much better way. She pushed the key back inside and refocused her powers, this time not on the key but to the remote control to her vibrating panties. With a quick flick of a switch, Mia let the gentle vibrations flow through her body as she fell into the most blissful of dazes.

[1] In her vagina.
[2] Helpful Hint #1: This is done to better emphasise one’s cleavage, making one more appealing to the opposite sex. This does not work if you are male, unless they’re into that (which they aren’t).
[3] In her vagina.
[4] You might think this must be the ugliest piece of clothing in the world, but we assure you it is sex manifest.
[5] Like a Swiss Army Knife, but Irish. Includes necessary tools like corkscrew, an assortment of knives and potato peeler.
[6] In her vagina.
[7] Her vagina.
[8] Her vagina.
[9] In her vagina.
[10] Her vagina.
[11] Sex. In her vagina.
[12] Her vagina.

Saturday, December 1, 2012

Stallion in the Night (Part Five)


Mia sighed with satisfaction, slipping The Clitoriser back into its box. She’d had her play, now it was time for some work. Equipped with some dark sunglasses and a trench coat to hide her identity, a leather whip for protection (or pleasure), and some Sisterhood of Travelling Witches standard issue jeans for good luck, Mia was ready for action. Mia set out like any detective in search of information, and –unable to decide between the pubs- made her way to the bar.

Inside, it was filled with a haze of cigarette smoke so thick that she couldn’t see the fire exit signs she assumed she would have to use. Sliding up to the bar, Mia caught the attention of the bartender with a quick flash of her tits, before ordering a schooner of Extra Stout Guinness Beer.[1] Mia took a swig of her beer before turning to the man seated on the stool next to her. He was alternating between taking sips from his glass of whiskey and tearing junks from an unwashed, raw potato. Taking a deep breath, Mia put on her most charming smile, the type of smile that a tiger would give to a gazelle before devouring its children in front of it. This was as good a place to start as any.

With her oddly specific smile Mia began to make conversation, “Hi there, ‘tis a lovely town you have here.”

The drinker swallowed part of his potato before giving a small grunt in agreement, he didn’t look up from his whiskey. Mia widened her friendly smile and threw in some battering of the eyelids for extra effect, “I’m sure the people are lovely here too”.

The man crunched away at his potato for a long moment before nodding his head, but didn’t even turn to look at her. Mia sighed, she would have to turn up the heat on this interrogation, “You see, I just moved here, and I’m ever so lonely.” She gently placed her hand on top of the man’s crotch.

This got his attention, and whiskey and potato spluttered from his mouth in surprise. “I’m new to this part of the world and I was wondering if …er…there was anything…odd or say mysterious I should be looking out for?” Mia simpered, exercising all her powers of subtlety. “Anything a big, strong man such as yourself could protect a feeble, young, desperate girl such as me from” she added.

“Funny you should say that, little Missy” the man said, puffing out his chest, “There have been a series of mysterious slayings of late. Slayings of the like that no man could be behind them.”

Mia feigned a gasp, and widened her eyes in faked fear.

“You see, Gnéas Capall is no ordinary village. Things happen here, mystifying things. Not just one week ago, O’Connell’s prize sheep gave birth to a two headed serpent, and O’Brian’s chickens were found inexplicably inside out! Mark my words; this is a town of magic. It is said that a demonic beast has been roaming the woods, sneaking into town under the light of the full moon, seeking for the blood of virgins. But don’t worry, no harm shall befall you, as long as you stick close by my side” he finished with a hearty wink.

“Trying to pick up again, are you Seamus?” a voice laughed from behind Mia, “If everything Seamus said were true we would have been overrun by Chupacabras and Yetis long ago, although, the milk has been oddly green of late.”

Turning, Mia’s heart began to palpitate-it was the highlander from the meadow! He winked at her knowingly.

“Nice to meet you properly” he said, extending a hand.

Mia felt herself growing red, unsure whether to be embarrassed or pleased that he recognised her. “You too,” she managed to say, shaking his hand. His grip was firm, his fingers strong; his hands slightly callused from work, yet gentle and loving. She imagined what it would feel like to have them roaming all over her naked body. She felt herself moisten down there.[2]

“The name’s Raphael” the highlander continued, his smile making Mia’s nipples harden.
“Oh!” exclaimed Mia, “How beautiful… yet manly. I’m Mia, I just moved here.”

Raphael roughly pushed Seamus of his seat, and sat down beside Mia. “I know. I’ve been with every woman in this town, and there is no way I could have missed a face as pretty as yours” he said, looking at her breasts. Mia felt her clitoris swell.

 ‘Oh, so he’s very experienced,’ thought Mia, ‘as well as very well endowed’ she added, noticing a promising bulge in the man’s tight leather pants. “You’re too kind” she swooned, her sex lips opening, “And I’m sure my face wouldn’t be the only thing you’d remember”.

They continued their playful banter over a number of drinks until the sun was beginning to set, and Mia’s panties were soaked right through and Raphael’s erection was threatening to tear through his pants. As her juices began to drip down her leg, Mia reluctantly knew it was time for her to leave; at least she’d be able to get a few more hours out of the Clitoriser tonight.

[1] Extra Stout Guinness: Crafted to perfection for over 200 years. Crack it open, and the first sip tastes as fresh as ever. The unmistakeable deep-dark colour. The crisp hint of roasted barley, the fresh breeze of hops. The refreshing bite. The bittersweet reward.
Pure beauty. Pure GUINNESS®. Buy one in a liquor store near you today!
[2] In her vagina.

Monday, October 29, 2012

Stallion in the Night (Part Four)


And so that was how Mia had ended up in the Irish Highlands. She had not known that there were highlands outside of Scotland, yet here she was, on the road to Gnéas Capall. She had not seen any eight-inch cocks as of yet, but she had seen one that was much larger than that. It had belonged to a horse though, or more precisely, a stallion.

Ahead of her was an old battered sign, “Enjoy Gnéas Capall, Vintage Irish Village”. Mia pulled into the old, rustic, Irish village, sunrise just beginning to break over the rolling Irish hills. The grass was a bouncy Irish green, the skies a vibrant Irish blue, and the clouds were a fluffy Irish white. All in all, it was very Irish; although not that different from England. A number of shops lined the main road: a post office, a pub, a grocery store, a pub, a Playhouse Adult Superstore, two more pubs, and finally, a bar. Her eyes drifted from the collection of handcuffs, whips and leather costumes found in the post office window to something even more enticing. In a sun dappled meadow, glistening in the morning dew, stood a rugged, bare-chested highlander chopping firewood. With each blow his chiselled muscles rippled, and Mia felt tremors of pleasure flow through her body. He turned, as if he could sense her gaze. The sunlight bounced of his spec”pec”ular pecs, and his golden locks rustled like sex in the morning breeze.

The Highlander glanced upwards, as if he could feel Mia's lusting gaze, and for a second their eyes locked. A tremor ran up Mia's spine, the hair stood up on the back of her neck, and she could feel herself salivating just a little. Mia shook her head to escape from her daze, and delivered herself a hefty ‘ovarian delight’[1] to make sure she would not drift back. She would not let herself become distracted again. ‘Not yet, anyway’, she added as an erotic afterthought. Reluctantly, she drove from the sun dappled meadow and towards her new home.

Her new rustic Irish cottage fitted in perfectly with the rest of the rustic Irish village. She passed the rustic Irish picket fence, and through a rustic Irish potato patch onto the rustic Irish porch. She entered through the rustic Irish door, past the removalists struggling under her furniture.  The inside was much as she would have expected, except for the opulent tapestries adorning every spare inch of wall. They depicted in excruciating detail erotic scenes so creative, so vulgar, so carnal, of things Mia had never even imagined possible, that Mia felt herself turn red with embarrassment… and wet with want. 

Mia hurried to the bedroom with her suitcases, not wanting to make a scene in front of the removalists who had begun to notice her staring at the wall in rapture. Within the privacy of her own room Mia withdrew two trunks from her luggage, two trunks she would not entrust with anyone else. The first held her weapons for work, the other, her toys for play. She hid them under her four-poster, king-sized bed with coin operated vibrating mattress, where no wandering eyes would see them. Exhausted from the night’s drive and the day’s arousing activities Mia inserted a penny and collapsed onto her now jiggling bed. It was then she noticed a second tapestry decorating her bedroom ceiling, so vibrant, so sensual, that it made the first look like the fourteenth episode of the Teletubbies. Mia got off her bed, only briefly, to take out one of the trunks she had just hidden.

[1] Ovarian Delight: A sharp blow to the ovaries, with similar effects to a kick or punch to a man’s testicles. Unlike what the name implies, this is less of a delight, and rather more like being punched in the ovaries.