The Secret Journey (8 page)

“Faster, cunt.” She shudders at the word and
responds to the command automatically, her tongue moving quickly,
leaving the leather glistening in its wake. The shaft of my cock is
rigid again, thrusting up through the custom-cut fly of my custom
tailored suit. It turns me on to degrade her, and maybe there’s
something wrong with me but at this point I’m far beyond caring.
It’s time to fuck her now, and I grab her ponytail, pull her up,
turn her around, bend her over the arm of the chair.

“Spread it, cunt.” She does it, reaching her
hands back, fingers finding her swollen flesh, parting it to show
me the hot pink tunnel, wet and waiting. I nudge my cock against
her slick-slippery slit, then thrust it in with one solid shove.
It’s tight, painfully tight, and she screams in pain and pleasure
and climaxes right there as I pump her deep. “Take it, cunt.” I
spit the words through clenched teeth. “Fucking take it.” And she
does take it, she has no choice, it’s what she is, and all she is.
She takes it as my hands dig into her hips, as I force her legs
wider, as I pound against her cervix. She takes it as I fuck her,
make her beg for more even as I give her everything, over and over
and over again. Her ass is so gorgeous, curved, female, presented,
and the sight of her pussy stretched obscenely around my cock is
sex itself, purified, concentrated, served raw and hot. My shaft
glistens with her juices as she grunts and groans and begs for it
harder. I tear a climax out of her, once, twice, three times, and
watch her tight anus contracting hard each time. It makes me even
harder to know that I'll be fucking her there too. She keeps on
coming, keepings on taking it for what seems like forever, until
her groans are as much from pain as pleasure, until she's sore,
until I'm sore, until I'm done and my own orgasm hits and my balls
contract and I empty them deep, deep inside her. She comes again
when I do, the hardest one yet, her cunt spasming hard, her body
shaking, screaming and arching, pushing herself back against me to
get it all, get everything I can give her. She takes it too, and in
that moment she becomes her cunt, becomes herself, becomes
mine.

A long, long time later, we’re lying
together, her back against my chest, my arms around her, my hand
cupping her breast, my cock still inside her. “I’m flying to Berlin
tomorrow,” I say. “I’ll be back in a week.”

“Mmmmm.” She sighs and snuggles her backside
back into me. “I’ll be waiting.”

Part Four

And will you
be waiting
,
when I want you, honey? Are you waiting now? Let me set the scene
for you, honey. Where I am right now it’s summer, high summer.
Where I am right now it’s night, late night. Right now the stars
are out and the air is warm and humid and ripe with expectation.
I’m in the countryside and there’s nobody here but you, you on the
other side of this page, looking in as I look out. Right now the
waves are lapping not far away, and right now you’re on the other
side of my door.

And I know you think I’m speaking in
metaphors, but you’re wrong, honey, I mean it very literally.
There’s your door and my door and we are exactly that close
together. Outside my door is the road, and it’s a completely
ordinary road except for one magical property, and that is that it
is a real and physical link between you and me. It doesn’t matter
where you read this, when you read this, when you go through your
door, when you stand on the road, you’re standing on a continuous
ribbon of concrete that goes directly from me to you. Right now on
my road there’s a lone car coming, and maybe you’re in it. Maybe
you’re going to go right past me in the next thirty seconds and
neither of us will know. Maybe I'll be driving the next car you.
The world is like that, full of small coincidences that you don’t
even know about until much later.

Right here on my desk is my phone, and if
only I knew the digits I’d be dialing you right now.
Right
now
. Think about that and listen for the ring. Listen for the
ring and feel your heartbeat jump up a few notches as you do. Punch
a few numbers and you’ll be talking to me in seconds. We could be
touching in under twenty-four hours, that’s the magic of the modern
world. We are that close honey, so very, very close.

Is it real for you yet? Is it real enough? Do
you understand what’s happening here? You and I exploring each
other, and if I already know you because of what you are, who you
are, who you must be to be still turning these pages, you’re
starting to learn something about me. You’ve got an image in your
mind now, a very clear one. You’re reading and I’m writing and in
that process I am constructing thoughts in your mind. I’m building
this world that you and I are sharing right now, and I can build it
any way I want to. So what you have to ask yourself is - what kind
of man builds his world this way? And to ask that question is to
answer it.

Yes, you’re learning a lot about me here,
more than my friends know, more than my family knows. Every word
you read gives you another key to the darker side of my soul.
That’s something special, honey, that’s something I don’t give to
many people. Women have come into my life, come into my bed, gotten
close enough to know me very well indeed and yet they’ve never
known this part. This part is something for me and for you and for
nobody else.

And this part takes focus. Every breath I’m
taking right now is going into my keyboard, into these words, into
these pages you’re holding right now. We’re touching honey, we’re
holding hands. We’re that close and we’re at one of those delicate
moments where words don’t quite do the job.

Run your fingers over these words, honey.
Feel their texture, feel the connection coming through, feel it
soaking into to your pores. Hear the lapping waves, feel the steamy
summer heat right here, right now. It’s the same for me, because I
know you’re out there, I know you’re reading this and I can see you
right now with your eyes locked on this page and your heart beating
faster and your lips parted. Feel your own breathing quicken to
match mine. I can’t predict the future honey, but I can promise you
one thing, and that is that my words, will change you, have changed
you, permanently. Whatever else happens, you are never going to
forget what we’re sharing here. And neither am I.

So I want to know you, honey. I want to touch
you, physically, intimately. And the way that’s going to happen is
you’re going to touch yourself. You’re going to run a hand up over
your breast and touch it the way I would touch it. Do it for me,
honey. Do it right now, gently, firmly, amazed all over again at
the warm softness of a woman. Does it surprise you that I can be
gentle, honey? Does it surprise you that I would touch you with
tenderness? Let me run my finger over your nipple, just enough to
tease it to attention, let me marvel at your response, at your
gasp, at the way your body moves involuntarily.

Lick your fingers and tease it with your
slick finger tips, feel me kiss it when you do, feel the warmth
spread through your body, feel my breath on your skin. There’s
something so special, so close about kissing your nipple. Offering
a breast is such a maternal thing to do, it’s
the
maternal
thing to do, so warm and generous and right. Slide your hand to
your other breast, tease that one too. Let me cup your treasures,
let me appreciate the feminine wealth of you.

Lick your lips, touch them, run your fingers
over them, feel me kiss you there, gently, gently, barely there.
Let me make you want it, let me make you lean forward to be kissed,
firmly, sensually. Feel me explore your lips. Yearn for it, feel
your pulse pound in your throat. Trace your hand down, over your
delicate chin, over your neck, back down to your breasts where your
nipples are stiff and pointing, needing the attention back from
your lips, slide your hand down further, ribs and belly, so soft
and female, and let your nipples ache again with their need. Feel
the swell and curve of your waist and hips, feel the round fullness
of your delightful ass.

A woman is a beautiful thing,
the
beautiful thing, and you are a woman of infinite beauty right now.
Run your hand down to your smooth, curvaceous thighs, feel the heat
and humidity at your crotch as you go past it, feel your cunt
swelling in response to your touch, to my touch.

Yeah, honey, this is what I want. I want my
hands on your responsive body. I want to be looking in your eyes
while my fingertips explore you. I want to drink every gasp, every
motion. I want the sensation of your skin against my lips, firm and
yielding. I want to scent the arousal wafting up from your
moistening cunt, and I want the knowledge that your clit is stiff
and getting stiffer, swelling in anticipation of the moment that
I’m going to slide my hands right up between your thighs and revel
in your wetness. That moment is coming, honey, coming soon, but not
just yet.

First I want to kiss you, so turn your head
to your shoulder and kiss it the way I would kiss it, gently,
teasingly, inhaling your scent again. Feel it, feel my arousal at
the wonder that is you. Kiss your arm, little butterfly kisses down
to the crook of your elbow, give it little nibbles with your lips.
Tongue the sensitive fold there, lick it, taste yourself, salty and
fresh, and oh, so female. Do you know what it does to me to taste
you like this? Imagine what it’s like when you catch my scent, so
fundamentally masculine, so powerfully directed at your most basic
instincts, and you’ll understand what your scent does to me.

And now, now is the time to slide your hand
up to your hot, wet pussy, slide your fingers over your eager,
pulsing clit and up in between your slippery folds. Feel the
thrill, feel
my
thrill at your arousal. Close your eyes,
picture your hands on my cock, feeling it swell, growing hefty
under the weight of my desire. Feel the response in my groin as I
realize that yes, I have you right here, right now, and yes, I want
nothing more than to be inside you, deep, deep inside you, so deep
it hurts, so tender it makes you cry.

So my instinct is to not waste time, to take
you hard and fast, take you now, now,
now
, but I’m going to
wait because this time isn’t about fast and furious, this time I
want to make you wait, make myself wait. This time I want to give
you everything. So this time I’m going to rub my fingers, your
fingers up and down your juicy, tight slit until you’re going crazy
for it, begging for it. Feel the pressure building up honey? Feel
your hips starting to move all by themselves, pushing up, thrusting
up to get more friction for your eager pussy. Slide those fingers
past your clit and back again, and realize what a rush it is to
have a woman like you, like this, getting hot and hotter for
me.

Let me breathe you in honey, let me drink
you, let me devour you. And bring your slick wet fingers up to your
lips for me, honey, and taste yourself the way I want to taste you.
You taste salty, slutty, sweet. You’re sex distilled, bottled
debauchery and I want every last drop of you. Do it again honey,
scoop up your juices and suck your fingers, rub them on your lips.
Do it again, and smear your face with your femaleness so when I
kiss you all I can smell is your cunt. Do it again, baste yourself
in your own juices, honey. Feel me kissing you, feel me needing
you. Do it again, do it again, paint your tits with cunt cream,
paint your nipples so when I suck them I can taste your sweet-sexy
twat. Fingerpaint with fingerbanging, be my sex slut goddess, my
sticky-girl muse.

Oh yes, honey, you are mine and I am yours,
and I can’t keep my hands off you. Give yourself up to it, feel my
hands everywhere, feel the instinct that makes you spread your legs
for me, spread them wide, you can’t keep them closed. So spread
them for me, spread them for you. Splay yourself, display yourself,
reach down and separate your labia just because it feels so good to
be open and feel me touch you there, so warm, so intimate. Feel me
kiss your throat, watch me slide down to kiss your nipples again,
tighter, harder than ever now, and sticky-slick too. Hear my
breathing quicken as I lick them, as I revel in your feminine
bounty.

Reach out and touch me, be bold, run your
hands over my chest, over my abdomen, back down to touch my
swelling cock again. Hold it, heft it, feel it and feel your
response to it, so alive in your hands, getting bigger, heavier,
harder just for you. Feel the need in your belly to have it in you.
Hear me breath harder, hear me groan as you stroke it. Yeah I want
you. You know I want you, and you want nothing more in this world
than for me to want you more than anything. And yes, honey, yes I
do want you. You can see it, sense it in the way I slide my hands
under your ass and lift you, spread you like ripe fruit to be
devoured. Feel the way your swollen vulva separates as your legs go
up in the air, as I push them high and wide.

Reach down and spread yourself for me, pull
your cunt open, stretch it wide,
wide
. Prove to me how open
you are, and feel my hot breath on your clit in that endless,
agonizing moment before my tongue makes contact. Feel the surge of
pleasure as I lick you, stab my tongue at your eager clit. Do you
want more of that, honey? Say yes for me, you know the way I like
to hear it.

“Yes.”

“Yes, please sir, please open me.” Let me
hear your desire.

“Yes, please sir, please make me come.”

And you know I will because you know I love
this, love giving you pleasure, as you give yourself to me. I love
experiencing you at your most receptive, most feminine. You know I
love to hear you moan, hear you sigh, so don’t hold back honey, let
me know I do it for you. Slide your fingers where I’m sliding my
tongue and show me how much you like it. That’s right, honey. Just
lie back and let me make it feel so very good. Let me show you how
much I want you, and that’s very much indeed, that’s more than
anything. Let me taste you, let me see you let go.