Eyes Front

"Beg me with your eyes, not your words,"
"Show me your stains, you whore"
You raise your naked butt to meet every blow of my hand, fire blasts up the paths of your nerves to roar and flash in your head

"Get on your fucking knees and suck my fucking dick!"

You bury your face in my sweaty hairy balls, smelling me, tasting me, clawing to press yourself closer to the bone and muscle of a living man

Shivering with need
Needing to be taken
Needing to be used, to give to your breaking point to the one,
The one who understands you are the conquest of a lifetime

Needing the feel of blood hot iron covered with sleek vellum in your mouth
To feel my throb of my beating heart through the thick veins

Needing a surge of silvery come in your throat, phosphorus to burn and soothe, opium to steal your mind
To match the surge of liquid gushing from your already swollen sex
In surrender, you will give yourself and you will lose yourself, and you will find your freedom has no limits
"Beg me by crawling on your knees"
"Shame yourself, you whore"
"Show me where my workman's hands put my mark on you."
You arch your back high, spread your ass for penetration
Desperate to be savaged.
Needing me to hurt you, give you the cleansing torture.
This small room is our whole universe, you are utterly here, utterly focused, utterly mine
Naked in the dark, your only light is the flame of my passion.
My urgency matches your own
When I pin you to the cold floor
 then rend you, devour you, slake my need and collapse on top of you
You belong to me     

Pic from feeling is first, tumblr

Nasty, Brutish and Short

I've recently exchanged some missives with an old friend (and future muse?) on the subject of BDSM.
Maybe I'm just lucky but based on my own experience, at least as far as straight(ish)women are concerned it's the norm not the exotic. Every woman I've known, loved being handled roughly, bent over, held down and simply fucked hard. Both as a quickie or as a crescendo to a long session.
Sex is primal and there is something inside women that really responds to a man turning off his intellect, freeing the beast within and using them as they were meant to be used.
Sex is life's banquet, we need to enjoy it all, too many desserts give you cavities and always eating healthy makes you bored.  When it's time to just gnaw the meat off the bloody bone, you'll know.

Where's the fun in that?

 I don't like safe words, without putting too fine a point on it, I'm a top not a dom. I like the results not the theater. When the going gets tough, I'm just getting started and that's way to soon to let her chicken out.
Just for instance, start simply, she's bound, spread eagled face down, ass in the air. Start with a little work with a bamboo cane on that delicious bottom , every stroke should be a surprise, I want her tense. Proper caning tunes the skin, I know I've got it right when a simple caress makes her quiver. Alternate tender kisses and more caning, stroke her hair and tell her how beautiful she is. Toys are nice at this stage,  I work up her inner thighs, test her cunt, finger her, it feels hungry, drawing me in, slick, welcoming.
Break the spell with a sharp slap with my open hand to her inner thigh,then walk away
Do it all again and again.
If she had a safe word now she'd use it , she's begging for release
Tease her more, push her past frustration into snarling anger and finally despair.
Now I can grant relief and when it's over,
I wipe away her tears of gratitude and ask her who owns her soul now.

Kneeling at the Altar

A blow job requires so much more than mere skill
She takes me into her mouth like a sacrament
Transfixed with adoration, elevated, worshipful
I can never be worthy of her attention
But I am truly blessed

Pillow Biter

She loved it deep, on her knees, arms and shoulders pressed to the bed to afford maximum purchase. Deep, every boxer learns that the maximum blow goes through the target not just to it. Deep, all the way to and more, grinding with all her might into his pelvis, digging into the bed and using her whole back and shoulders to meet all his strength with her own. She didn't cry out, but a shockwave forced a gasp each time he struck home. She didn't care about him, she only craved the depth. Just a flesh piston with a muscular body to power it. She didn't care about her either, her mind was black, what focus she had was all in meeting the depth, never enough. When he exploded within her, she exploded herself and the blackness turned to light.   
She looked at him, collapsed and spent, men are so strong but so weak in their way. She could easily have gone again but he wouldn't be any good for hours.
"Oh well," she thought," I guess my brave little pony has earned his rest."

What do women want , answered (Sigmund Whiplash)

She had presented her self to him, wet and ready, eager to please, too eager, like a school girl presenting her pretty little pussy to a headmaster to escape punishment it was her aim to obtain it. It was disrespectful," Is this your obedience, am I some fool to be distracted with your bit of fluff ?" He rent her back entry, too fast for her to get a rhythm and start to enjoy it, just a few strokes to weaken her knees. "Wait for me here and stay perfectly still"
 "I require strength, anyone can enslave the weak" his words were her mantra. She had to be strong to earn her punishment and his instruction, she had been standing for hours, cold and scorned, droplets of dew had accumulated in the time and ran down her naked body. One drop suddenly gained momentum it rolled past her sex and the next entry, the one most recently used. Even though it was icy cold it took her back, when the drops were hot, her own nectar mixed with his. She took herself back more, all those times she'd stood before and hot, sticky fluid had gushed from her cunt, she savored it a moment, it was familiar and comforting.  "I am weak" she thought, ashamed that she couldn't even stand and wait without her mind attempting to flee.
 He finally returned with a cat, " Don't fail me, if you fall, I'll stop" and began to strike, lash after lash, in perfect time with her heaving breath, her breasts took up the motion, and she rocked back to meet each blow. He knew her well and this was exactly how she liked it. It was time to spoil her. She filled him with pride, no rack of oak and hemp could have held her straighter than her will.
This was woman, eternal, the source of all life, all strength and now her took her again but like a woman not a boy 

To My Valentine

I said I could seduce you from afar but you're the seducer, you're calling out to me, I can feel your need electrifying the very air about me . I'm being transformed to suit your purpose. It's physical, I'm stronger than I've been in years,  the hunger for you is insatiable, I can go for hours, my poor maid, she is lusty and willing but she lacks your perversity. Remember how my glower would freeze a servant boy and how that made you laugh, my cruel little cat, now it would leave scars on his psyche.  I have big calloused working man hands now, I'm not the dandy you saw last.When you return, I will dig them the into the flesh of your round white ass, lift you and drive my cock into you while holding you aloft, split you, slam you down and push you across the bed, crush you with my weight, I don't care how wicked you are, I'm stronger, beg me for pleasure and mercy

Fairy Tale With A Happy Ending

He was lazing in bed and simply enjoying the view through the doorway, she was scrubbed raw from her bath, fresh and simply enjoying being the scenery.

He grinned his very best, lopsided boyish grin, " Betcha, I can make you come without touching you."

Absurd of course,but it intrigued her and she took the bait,"Betcha can't and I dare you to try."

He slowly rolled his eyes over every inch of her, with the awe of a real youngster blessed with his first sight of a naked  woman. She blushed at the thought of being eyed by one so young but he was clearly all boy and it flattered her too. She twisted away slightly, modestly but not nearly nearly enough to matter. The blush spread over her whole body, warm and tingling. He took her eyes in his and she was now really embarrassed, because she knew he could tell what she was feeling . He had her now, she couldn't look away. He was enjoying her discomfort so much he had to bite his lip to stifle his glee. She took it as long as she could but finally had to close her her eyes and when she did it set her free. It was a wisp of a breeze, soft and gentle but without question an orgasm. the flush of her skin softened and he knew. He could hold his laughter no more, he roared, full of himself and proud of his mischief.

"Isn't that just the coolest thing ever?"

I like 'em sturdy

I do heavy work out in the world, not cyberspace and in my work I frequently cross paths with a couple of woman gardeners. They work hard all day and it shows, all the bending and lifting gives them a solid shelf of an ass, wide and plenty of padding but not soft. I behave because I am a simple man and loyal to my labor but wouldn't it be nice to just take a little break, right there in the open, in the sunshine, lift their skirt and give then some inspiration. They're already bent over and sweating. Don't they deserve more reward than aching bones and a few dollars?
"Pardon me Miss, this will just take a minute."

From the Autobiography of Snidely Whiplash

Mick was there, as was I, when Times Square was really alive, men beyond count had spilled their seed in the peep shows and quarter reels. Rivulets of semen ran in the gutters, thick with wrigglers and when you walked the street you could feel them climbing your leg in search of a hole.
 I had a companion then, she loved the tang of the place, the essences of men that hung in the air, bright and burning as salt wind and sunshine. Of course she loved the cock. She measured her cocks by spirit not size, a tiny bantam rooster, head held high, who pinned a  snake in his talons, and ate it, still alive, for his dinner was worthy of respect; a gigantic waddling tom turkey, addicted to corn, simply waiting to die was not.
 She loved my cock but tested it with tooth and nail to be sure it met her mettle. Had I ever flagged, gone limp with some small injury, she would have bit it off and spit it out in contempt.
 One night, with a glint of mad scientist in her eye and armed with a large safety pin, she became determined to perform some fiendish experiment. She probed  along the shaft, curious, perhaps to see if the entire thing was filled like a waterbag and drops of white would appear at the small punctures. She ran it around the head, the groove beneath, the many tiny cracks. Miss Frankenstein cackled maniacally, "It's Alive...Alive" as life spewed forth and in a crescendo of violence drove the pin through my frenum and closed it.
I am a sentimental fool, but never an old softie(too dangerous) and so have kept the piercing open to this day.

Coming out

I had a friend once, I loved him, he was gay.

He was bad, gays are men, as strong as other men,stronger, there are gay tops I've met who dominate other men, as strong as any general, many of them went to Vietnam where they were renowned for their courage.

He was that kind of man, he'd been to Vietnam and killed, he was black too, and in the worst parts of the Bay Area ghettos, he was somebody, "you truly did not want to fuck with"

He said he wanted to talk to me, he was very nervous, he was afraid, he told me he was gay, he was more afraid of my disapproval than dying in battle.

I'd known, I'd known for a long time, he was butch, but he had friends who weren't. I didn't care, I never brought it up because he didn't, I just thought it was private. If you're gay you know how relieved he felt.

Straights have it easy, they never have to face themselves so starkly, to choose between being true to themselves and being hated, even murdered.

I'm straight, born straight, I could let a thousand men fuck my ass and I'd still be straight.
I loved a queer

The Art of Love Snidely Kowalski

Lemme tell ya, if your woman is fakin' orgasms it's cause you're a pussy. This ain't no Don Juan bullshit, I don't care what a smooth ass pussy licker you are, it ain't always gonna happen. It ain't no big fuckin deal to her, she'll get her nut down the road. She ain't worried about it. It ain't the last fuckin' time she's ever gonna cum. She's fakin, cause you won't shut the fuck up about it.

 Sometimes a bitch just flat wants to give it up, it's like you get your best bud a bowling ball and he digs it, but you can see he's so worried about paying you back, he can't enjoy it. That's how the bitch feels, she don't want you to give her no orgasm, she gave it up so she could dig you,digging her. Don't let her down, shut the fuck up, just fuckin do her and dig it.

Heroes of the Revolution

 Long before it was fashionable, Louise Brooks, "kissed a girl" and more. She was very frank about her sexuality and posed nude when it simply wasn't done. This girl loved cock, she was straight.
  This isn't straight versus gay, some of the worst homophobes are gay. We all know of elected officials, pushing a conservative agenda in public while getting a cock pushed down their throat in their off hours.

The Pubic Wars Report from Snidelius Whiplashius

The campaign to win a woman can be difficult and arduous. I am not one who quakes at adversity and my little centurion has stood tall through even the darkest passages.

 The way to a woman's heart is through her vagina, or through her mouth and if the path be shorter, the way is more choked with difficulty. 

 What of her most vulnerable point, her ass? Many times my stout lad has resorted to surprise attack only to be turned aside and near broken by the ferocity of her defense.

Barbaric, you say... all's fair in love and war, says I.

In war you'll never win an opponents respect with weakness. You need to terrify them, make them understand that you will stop at nothing, no trick is too vile and low, and there is no limit to the torments you will inflict.

In love, the same, drool with lust or soar to the heavens with poetry.
Pic from swisssublover

Coming out part two

I'm not "for gay rights"
What I'm for is bringing the wrath of god down on anybody who drives a sweet sensitive kid to suicide
I want to stomp them until they look like roadkill
Until you can't tell what kind of animal they used to be
Then leave their fucking worthless corpse for the crows

I am woman her me roar

I feel like I'm looking a feminist, a woman unafraid to be a woman, unafraid to fuck a man and like it.
Being a feminist is demanding to be treated as an equal by men not hating them

The Tao of Kink By Snide Li

To master one self is strength
To master a ferocious bitch is awesome

Mastery is achieved through the will not the whip
The whip is just fun

Everything has a season
To see your best little gal naked, burned by the sun or naked, burned by the snow is equally satisfying

You think that cat's shaft is a bad motherfucker
Wait until you see mine

Wise man says, "Woman, fuck around on me and I'll kill both of you"
She's faithful but a little insurance never hurts

"Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves"   Confucius
That's what I'm talking about, Confucius. You're cold, man


Picture from libraryvixen  She titled it simply and perfectly "Painful Joy"

How romantic

Look closely, she is wearing two rings, a wedding ring and well, another wedding ring.
Some man must be very proud of her
I know I would be


Click the pic to make it easier to see, I'd credit it I could but I can't recall where it came from

From the Autobiography of Snidely Whiplash

To some a beautiful naked girl smoking pot is quite risque, but I can see her innocence.
I can't credit this picture either, so on to our story...

 My steadfast companion,the same one from Times Square, loved to smoke pot and fuck, she wasn't afraid of pleasure of any kind and getting soft and dreamy two ways at once pleased her.
We fucked once on the banks of the Stanislaus River in Northern California. It was so hot outside it made us dreamy in three different ways.
A man approached us in our exposed condition, he called ahead to give us time to cover up, so he must have seen us earlier.
He apologized for intruding, said he was rafting with his children and asked if we would stay covered long enough for them to pass. Of course we were happy to oblige.
What a sweet man!

Heroes of the Revolution

This is Princess Stephanie of Monaco, even though it's grainy, the long distance photo reveals a woman who knows how to really enjoy herself, literally herself, she's making love to her own body and her passion for herself is intense. That's how a princess behaves, taking her own womanliness in her own hands with zeal.
Not laying there like Sleeping Beauty or Snow White, zombified waiting for Prince Chaming to take care of them. They must be lousy lays, passive, expecting PC to do all the work and complaining that he's not meeting their needs, forever after.