It’s Panda, Miss Dementia If You’re Nasty

My honey is gone. Gone for the WHOLE WEEK!! I miss him terribly and I wish he were here to take care of me, but he’s not, and a girl still has needs. So, though nothing can replace having him inside of me, these toys will have to do.

Be sure to check out the other HNTs over at Osbasso’s blog. HHNT!

She comes to me

in dreams.

Whether I wake or sleep,

she haunts my mind.

Black hair flows

like the soundless ocean,

tossing and turning above me.

I drown in it,

in her,

soaking her in,

gasping for air.

She has the power to kill

and to resurrect

all in one, soft touch

of her lips.

She is mine

and I am hers,

yet she is so far out of my reach

that my arms grow weary

and ache

from constantly reaching for her.

I writhe in sweet agony

at the thought of her,

fingers exploring the darkest parts,

pressing the sweetest of buttons,

bringing me to that perfect release.

Perfect but one thing:

she stays only in my dreams.

This week’s Microfantasy Monday theme is “Dreams,” brought to us, as always, by the incomparable Sweltering Celt. Make sure you check out her blog and the other MfM submissions.

The theme for this week’s Microfantasy Monday is Contortion. This submission is a continuance of “Sigil of Sex,” so if you haven’t read the first part yet, do so now! Thank you Sweltering Celt for the MfM theme!

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Dom walked through the heavy door and felt the heat and the rhythm of the music caress her bare flesh. The doorman nodded knowingly as Dom drifted past him, through the entrance hallway and towards the heart of this sanctuary. Even before the music changed, she knew by instinct and by the energy that coursed through her body that tonight there would be an initiation ritual.

As she turned the corner and the large room opened up in front of her, the deep bass and the high trills of the ritual music began and what Dom saw brought back a jolt of memory from her own initiation: There, in the center of the room, a young man was displayed on the top of a table. He was contorted into a back arch, with his palms and feet flat on the table, his wrists and ankles tied securely to the corners of the table, his back arched at a vicious angle by a wooden support placed between the man’s back and the table.

The man was naked, of course, as she had been, and at the angle he was in, his stiff cock stood proudly in the air. The sight of it made Dom’s clit throb.

As Dom moved closer to the table and the throng of nude people surrounding it, she caught a glimpse of the man’s face. He looked completely calm, with none of the fear that she had felt at her own initiation.

The Master of Initiation took his place on the step next to the table and raised his hands to signal the start of the ritual. The music faded into faint background noise and the onlookers quieted as well. The Master addressed the crowd first. “Tonight we initiate another member into our family and we mark him with the eternal symbol of our kind. We offer him sanctuary and acceptance and welcome him with open arms. Who will take the task of bringing our brother to ecstasy?”

He passed his eyes over the members of the crowd and finally came to rest on Dom. He nodded at her. She nodded back and moved through the congregation to the edge of the table, positioning herself next to the Master.

The Master looked down at the contorted man. “Brother, are you ready to accept our symbol and our vow of secrecy, for all of eternity?”

“I am.”

This was Dom’s cue, so she wrapped her hand around the young man’s engorged shaft. The man shuddered with pleasure as she began to stroke. As the ritual music grew louder once again, the Master lifted the initiation blade and brought it down upon the skin on the man’s lower abdomen. Dom sped up her stroking as the blade pierced and the man felt no pain as the first sanguine drops appeared on his white skin.

As the Master carved their symbol into willing flesh, Dom worked to bring the other mass of willing flesh to the brink. The music sped up and Dom’s hand kept time with the beat. One last stroke of the blade finished the symbol and one last stroke of her hand finished the man’s climb to orgasm. He exploded in Dom’s hand, one liquid of life mixing into the other, already pooled on his lower abdomen.

“Brother,” the Master exclaimed, “you are now one of us! Welcome!”

The crowd echoed the Master’s acceptance of the new member.

Dom bent and kissed the tip of the man’s still twitching cock. “Welcome, Brother. “

Today was the first truly warm day of the summer and I was so grateful for it. You know how well that these nearly-constant thunderstorms for the past two weeks have really taken their toll on my psyche and, in turn, on our relationship. Today, as the clouds broke unexpectedly, a day that I just happened to be free from maternal responsibilities, it seemed like the perfect day to lay out on the balcony with a good book and to soak up the renewing rays.

I got a few chapters into my book before my mind started wandering. It seems like it has been so long since I felt your touch, heard your moans and whispers in my ear, experienced the ecstasy that always came along with our love-making.  I started to think back to the last time we were together, before my moodiness took over everything.  It had been so sensual, so loving, so… perfect.

My book fell to the side as my hands started wandering.  I pulled my bikini top off and imagined that the warmth of the sun was the warmth of your body pressed to mine.  I imagined that the leaves rustling in the trees were your whispers in my ear, urging me on.  My fingers slipped beneath my bikini bottoms and started to explore and I felt just how wet thinking of you had made me.  My fingers found my sweet spot and I imagined it was your tongue, lovingly caressing me to the most intense orgasm I’d ever had on my own.

Come home, baby.  My sunlight is back.