Posted by red on March 23rd, 2009 in Erotica, Kink, Lust, Nibblets

Thwap! Heavy, cold and metal. It feels like water cascading across my burning rump. Thwap! It jars me, rattling me from the ass upward, quivers racing up to the very top of my head and hitting my brain like a bell worthy of ringing. Thwap! It makes me moan and squirm and it makes tears spring up in the corner of my eyes.

I’m not looking to see what’s being used; but she had an assortment. Some of them scared me; some of them intrigued me. But I can’t watch, lest I analyze. I need to shut that part of myself off, I need to simply feel.

Something different now, something that cracks through the air like a missile. It licks across my ass, sharp at first, then warm and caressing as it trails. It feels like it leaves fire in its wake, and I start to laugh because the endorphins are hitting me that way. In my minds eye, I see it biting into my skin, splitting me open then unzipping me in its wake like it is a serrated knife. Each snap fans the fire on my ass, each hit licks at me like a serpents tongue. Venomous, ruthless and sharp.

The next day, the marks will tell the tale so clearly. They’ll litter my ass like a map of the beating, bruises showing the firey points of impact, speckles showing the wake of the trail. But that doesn’t matter – right now, all I know is that I feel the fire licking across my flesh, consuming me slowly, and burning down deep into my sex each time a strike hits home.