Arcadia Resurgence by Vague Vermillion (free biff chip and kipper ebooks .TXT) 📕
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something that can be seen but not touched, like a flower reflected in a mirror or the moon reflected on the water's surface; something that is beautiful but unattainable dreams, a mirage. "flower seen in the mirror, moon on the water's surface" meaning in lifes meanig is to want to have the unattainable but once acquired we are either satisfied or look for the next apex maybe human desire is nothing but the illusion of being content..Ive been searching for a lifetime and one truth rings most true surviving equals suffering otherwise known as the porcupine dilemma a situation in which a group of porcupines seek to move close to one another to share heat during cold weather. They must remain apart, however, as they cannot avoid hurting one another with their sharp spines. Though they all share the intention of a close reciprocal relationship, this may not occur, for reasons they cannot avoid. Both Arthur Schopenhauer and Sigmund Freud have used this situation to describe what they feel is the state of the individual in relation to others in society. The hedgehog's dilemma suggests that despite goodwill, human intimacy cannot occur without substantial mutual harm, and what results is cautious behavior and weak relationships. With the hedgehog's dilemma, one is recommended to use moderation in affairs with others both because of self-interest, as well as out of consideration for others. The hedgehog's dilemma is used to explain introversion and self-imposed seperation alone in melancholy. BDSM fills the gapping void of misrepresentation of will and without it..without her...i reject myself the world and the weakness of praise & death drive
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stars were going to align. We suddenly had a free Saturday and it looked like I was going to have the house to myself. At last, we were going to get some screaming and crying, and the echoing crack of naked flesh being struck.
Over the week or so leading up to our play date, we ironed out how we were going to achieve the aforementioned displays. Floggers? Yes. Straps? Yes. Spanking? Yes. Choking? Not to passing out. Broken skin? Not if we could help it, but not a scene stopper. Back and forth as things came to us, and each answer helping me shape the scene in my head.
As the day drew nearer it became less certain that I would have the house to myself. Both of us were desperate for the chance to not have to hold back, we started looking for outdoor locations where sound wouldn't carry far enough to get the cops called. Unfortunately, each location we came up with was systematically rejected and we conceded that if we couldn't get the house to ourselves, we would just have to dial things back a little bit and do what we could to keep you quiet. After all, using your panties as a gag had worked well enough for us in the past.
Unfortunately, things didn't go our way. Various complications from the outside world had us both struggling to find our headspaces and the house was not silent. I wasn't going to let that deter from our time together though.
The moment I closed the bedroom door behind us, I grabbed you by the neck and pushed you up hard against the wall. Hungry, insistent lips claiming yours as I pinned you between myself and the wall. My hand gripping your hip and pulling you against me, the other leaving your throat to grab a fist full of your hair and manhandle you. Pulling you where I wanted you, biting your lip to get that faithful whimper of yours. My tongue delved into your mouth, bullying your tongue this way and that. The way you shudder and moan when I do that. . .
Kissing is great and all, but I needed you in the right mindset for this. "Know your place." Both hands came up to push down heavily on your shoulders. You looked up at me with that desire to please and obeyed as you sank to your knees. Oh how I love that look. Quick fingers made even quicker work of releasing my shorts and pulling my already swollen length out for you. Your hands roamed over the skin of my hips and then held me in a reverent grip. I slowly dragged my shirt over my head, shifting my hips at the same time to let my shorts slide down my legs. Dropping my clothes out of the way, I returned my attention to the pretty girl on her knees.
You had been kissing and licking, running your tongue and lips along my length. I needed more. I grabbed your hair and without instruction you knew to open wide. I pushed myself to the back of your throat and like a good girl, you relaxed and shifted as I pushed so that I slid down your throat, until I pressed your nose firmly against my pelvis. I held you there until you convulsed and tapped my thigh. I pulled back quickly and you gasped, rubbing my slobber covered cock along your face and lips as you panted for air, trying to appease my need as you recuperated.
"Good girl." I groaned down at you, my fingers tracing your cheek and the side of your head encouragingly. "Good girl. Now, do it again." You hadn't recovered yet, but my brave little mouse opened her mouth wide and moved her hands to my hips as I gripped her hair again and pushed forward. With less resistance than the first time, I pressed your nose to my pelvis and enjoyed a moment of your strangled bliss before you tapped again and I pulled free. Again, you stroked my slippery prick and ran it along your face as you gasped for air. You didn't pull away. Rather, you leaned into my pelvis, holding to me, and stroked my length, kissing and fondling me while you regained yourself.
"Good girl. That's my good girl." I praised gently as you clung to me and continued your worship. It didn't take you long to regain you breath and take me into your mouth of your own accord. "That's it. Good girl." My hand slid back to grip the back of your head again. "Again." Together we forced me down your throat and I rocked my hips a couple of times before you needed to tap again. This time when I pulled free, I didn't release your hair. Instead, you looked up at me as I pulled you to your feet and then pushed you toward the bed.
You stumbled beside it and my rough hands tore your cute little garbage away and threw it on the floor beside my own. Typically we bask in the feel of our naked bodies against each other. I think you probably wanted it right then; instead I pushed you over onto the bed. Like a well trained little whore, you watched me circle the bed and anticipated my desires. Before I could even get in position you had lain yourself across the bed, head dangling over the edge, lips gently parted and ready. I couldn't help but be proud and praise you again, my fingertips stroking your cheek fondly.
I gripped my girth and guided it between your lips. Shifting as we went, your practiced throat offered little resistance as I pushed myself to the base, my balls covering your nose. I enjoyed a few languid thrusts into you before you tapped. I chuckled excitedly as I praised you. Loving my toy. I cradled your head and lifted it up, letting the blood flow and your airway relax as you caught your breath. You reached up to grasp my rod, kissing it and rubbing it on your face, getting properly cock drunk as you recovered. Easing your head back down, you knew your grace period was over. You opened your mouth like a good girl and I greedily claimed it; driving to the hilt. I pumped into you a few more times than before, before you had to tap again. I reached down and cradled your head, murmuring excited words of encouragement. Helping you stroke me and rub my cock along your face.
Over and over I claimed your throat. Working it harder than I ever had before. My treatment between each little series growing less and less tender; growing more and more greedy and selfish. Rather than cradling your head, I ran my slobbery balls along your face, smearing them on you, stradled your head, making you lick and service me further and further back and showing less and less restraint. Gradually, your resistance grew. Delaying opening your mouth for a second, then turning your head a few times and begging me to wait, then begging me to stop. Eventually the tears started to build and run through the drool on your red face as you clenched your jaws and I had to drive my fingers between your lip and fishhook your jaws apart before thrusting into you again and again.I let you pull back on to the bed to finally rest your neck, but I forced you on your side and continued to use your mouth a moment more, just so you knew that I was still controlling every little thing.
Thanks to you, I'm no longer ashamed of how hard I get when I see tears and whimpers of protest.
Not wanting to break my toy before I could really enjoy it, I laid back on the bed and gave you permission to worship how you wished. Almost instantly, those big tears were gone and you slipped between my thighs to touch, tease, fondle and rub. Before you could completely immerse yourself in your task, I stopped you and went to the table beside the bed. Hefting the supple deer hide flogger with a grin, I walked back to you and slowly trailed the fall along your spine.
Up, up, the leather parted and cascaded around your neck, then flitted over your ears and tingled along your scalp. You shivered visibly as I ran the leather along your back and neck; you couldn't resist turning your head to breathe in the warm scent. "This is going to be your friend." I murmured by your ear. "This is deer hide. It's going to warm you up nicely." And then I gave a leisurely swat to each shoulder blade. I could see the effect immediately as your muscles seemed to nearly drop you.
I laid back in place, propped up on pillows to look down your length, and let you resume your worship. You shivered with me in your mouth as I lazily trailed the leather fall along your scalp or along your shoulders. You moaned around a mouthful as the first lazy strike came down along your back. I remember flexing excitedly against your tongue at your receptive response. And just like that, I had a new game. Watching you shiver as I trailed the leather across your skin and feeling you moan and slump in my lap as I gradually built up the force and frequency of the strikes. It didn't take you long to discover your own game though.
After one strike, you moaned and sank on to me again, but as I trailed the leather back up your spine, you pushed my engorged cock to the back of your throat and tried to force yourself down on it. My hand slowed and the flogger came to a stop as I groaned and watched you gag yourself on me. My eyes rolled back as I watched you drool on my balls and convulse before you pulled back up and smiled up at me with watery eyes. I gave you a winning cheshire grin and a rewarding slap with the flogger. Again you moaned and slumped, and perhaps to prove your theory, you pulled me to the back of your throat again and gagged yourself some more, again paralyzing me while I drank in the sight and feel.
And so our mutual game began. Me stirring you deeper into your subspace and you paralyzing my movements and making my needs climb. I made you edge me three times. It had been a week since I last came, the load was already going to be impressive, but I wanted you to struggle to swallow every drop. And so we coaxed me up, and then let me simmer back down, coaxed me up, simmer down and then once more. All the while the flogger warmed your skin and you tried to distract me.
Finally, I let things escalate. You gripped me tight in one hand and your lips chased your hand up and down my shaft as you twisted the way I taught you. I draped the flogger over your neck and shoulders and thrust sporadically up as I rapidly climbed toward release. Rough hands grabbed your head and pulled you down for the final stimulation as I swelled and came undone. A week's pent up frustration combined with this edging burst out of me with enough force to make you gag. I took a little pity on you and released your head, no longer forcing my engorged prick to the back of your throat. My good girl didn't pull back far. You clamped your lips tight around me and suffered through every thick spurt, struggling to swallow fast enough. Your breath broken and ragged through your nose as you tried to take down air and cum in equal measure.
Convulsions of ecstasy took their time leaving me as I finally emptied myself into your eager to please mouth. I let us linger for only seconds, smiling down at you
Over the week or so leading up to our play date, we ironed out how we were going to achieve the aforementioned displays. Floggers? Yes. Straps? Yes. Spanking? Yes. Choking? Not to passing out. Broken skin? Not if we could help it, but not a scene stopper. Back and forth as things came to us, and each answer helping me shape the scene in my head.
As the day drew nearer it became less certain that I would have the house to myself. Both of us were desperate for the chance to not have to hold back, we started looking for outdoor locations where sound wouldn't carry far enough to get the cops called. Unfortunately, each location we came up with was systematically rejected and we conceded that if we couldn't get the house to ourselves, we would just have to dial things back a little bit and do what we could to keep you quiet. After all, using your panties as a gag had worked well enough for us in the past.
Unfortunately, things didn't go our way. Various complications from the outside world had us both struggling to find our headspaces and the house was not silent. I wasn't going to let that deter from our time together though.
The moment I closed the bedroom door behind us, I grabbed you by the neck and pushed you up hard against the wall. Hungry, insistent lips claiming yours as I pinned you between myself and the wall. My hand gripping your hip and pulling you against me, the other leaving your throat to grab a fist full of your hair and manhandle you. Pulling you where I wanted you, biting your lip to get that faithful whimper of yours. My tongue delved into your mouth, bullying your tongue this way and that. The way you shudder and moan when I do that. . .
Kissing is great and all, but I needed you in the right mindset for this. "Know your place." Both hands came up to push down heavily on your shoulders. You looked up at me with that desire to please and obeyed as you sank to your knees. Oh how I love that look. Quick fingers made even quicker work of releasing my shorts and pulling my already swollen length out for you. Your hands roamed over the skin of my hips and then held me in a reverent grip. I slowly dragged my shirt over my head, shifting my hips at the same time to let my shorts slide down my legs. Dropping my clothes out of the way, I returned my attention to the pretty girl on her knees.
You had been kissing and licking, running your tongue and lips along my length. I needed more. I grabbed your hair and without instruction you knew to open wide. I pushed myself to the back of your throat and like a good girl, you relaxed and shifted as I pushed so that I slid down your throat, until I pressed your nose firmly against my pelvis. I held you there until you convulsed and tapped my thigh. I pulled back quickly and you gasped, rubbing my slobber covered cock along your face and lips as you panted for air, trying to appease my need as you recuperated.
"Good girl." I groaned down at you, my fingers tracing your cheek and the side of your head encouragingly. "Good girl. Now, do it again." You hadn't recovered yet, but my brave little mouse opened her mouth wide and moved her hands to my hips as I gripped her hair again and pushed forward. With less resistance than the first time, I pressed your nose to my pelvis and enjoyed a moment of your strangled bliss before you tapped again and I pulled free. Again, you stroked my slippery prick and ran it along your face as you gasped for air. You didn't pull away. Rather, you leaned into my pelvis, holding to me, and stroked my length, kissing and fondling me while you regained yourself.
"Good girl. That's my good girl." I praised gently as you clung to me and continued your worship. It didn't take you long to regain you breath and take me into your mouth of your own accord. "That's it. Good girl." My hand slid back to grip the back of your head again. "Again." Together we forced me down your throat and I rocked my hips a couple of times before you needed to tap again. This time when I pulled free, I didn't release your hair. Instead, you looked up at me as I pulled you to your feet and then pushed you toward the bed.
You stumbled beside it and my rough hands tore your cute little garbage away and threw it on the floor beside my own. Typically we bask in the feel of our naked bodies against each other. I think you probably wanted it right then; instead I pushed you over onto the bed. Like a well trained little whore, you watched me circle the bed and anticipated my desires. Before I could even get in position you had lain yourself across the bed, head dangling over the edge, lips gently parted and ready. I couldn't help but be proud and praise you again, my fingertips stroking your cheek fondly.
I gripped my girth and guided it between your lips. Shifting as we went, your practiced throat offered little resistance as I pushed myself to the base, my balls covering your nose. I enjoyed a few languid thrusts into you before you tapped. I chuckled excitedly as I praised you. Loving my toy. I cradled your head and lifted it up, letting the blood flow and your airway relax as you caught your breath. You reached up to grasp my rod, kissing it and rubbing it on your face, getting properly cock drunk as you recovered. Easing your head back down, you knew your grace period was over. You opened your mouth like a good girl and I greedily claimed it; driving to the hilt. I pumped into you a few more times than before, before you had to tap again. I reached down and cradled your head, murmuring excited words of encouragement. Helping you stroke me and rub my cock along your face.
Over and over I claimed your throat. Working it harder than I ever had before. My treatment between each little series growing less and less tender; growing more and more greedy and selfish. Rather than cradling your head, I ran my slobbery balls along your face, smearing them on you, stradled your head, making you lick and service me further and further back and showing less and less restraint. Gradually, your resistance grew. Delaying opening your mouth for a second, then turning your head a few times and begging me to wait, then begging me to stop. Eventually the tears started to build and run through the drool on your red face as you clenched your jaws and I had to drive my fingers between your lip and fishhook your jaws apart before thrusting into you again and again.I let you pull back on to the bed to finally rest your neck, but I forced you on your side and continued to use your mouth a moment more, just so you knew that I was still controlling every little thing.
Thanks to you, I'm no longer ashamed of how hard I get when I see tears and whimpers of protest.
Not wanting to break my toy before I could really enjoy it, I laid back on the bed and gave you permission to worship how you wished. Almost instantly, those big tears were gone and you slipped between my thighs to touch, tease, fondle and rub. Before you could completely immerse yourself in your task, I stopped you and went to the table beside the bed. Hefting the supple deer hide flogger with a grin, I walked back to you and slowly trailed the fall along your spine.
Up, up, the leather parted and cascaded around your neck, then flitted over your ears and tingled along your scalp. You shivered visibly as I ran the leather along your back and neck; you couldn't resist turning your head to breathe in the warm scent. "This is going to be your friend." I murmured by your ear. "This is deer hide. It's going to warm you up nicely." And then I gave a leisurely swat to each shoulder blade. I could see the effect immediately as your muscles seemed to nearly drop you.
I laid back in place, propped up on pillows to look down your length, and let you resume your worship. You shivered with me in your mouth as I lazily trailed the leather fall along your scalp or along your shoulders. You moaned around a mouthful as the first lazy strike came down along your back. I remember flexing excitedly against your tongue at your receptive response. And just like that, I had a new game. Watching you shiver as I trailed the leather across your skin and feeling you moan and slump in my lap as I gradually built up the force and frequency of the strikes. It didn't take you long to discover your own game though.
After one strike, you moaned and sank on to me again, but as I trailed the leather back up your spine, you pushed my engorged cock to the back of your throat and tried to force yourself down on it. My hand slowed and the flogger came to a stop as I groaned and watched you gag yourself on me. My eyes rolled back as I watched you drool on my balls and convulse before you pulled back up and smiled up at me with watery eyes. I gave you a winning cheshire grin and a rewarding slap with the flogger. Again you moaned and slumped, and perhaps to prove your theory, you pulled me to the back of your throat again and gagged yourself some more, again paralyzing me while I drank in the sight and feel.
And so our mutual game began. Me stirring you deeper into your subspace and you paralyzing my movements and making my needs climb. I made you edge me three times. It had been a week since I last came, the load was already going to be impressive, but I wanted you to struggle to swallow every drop. And so we coaxed me up, and then let me simmer back down, coaxed me up, simmer down and then once more. All the while the flogger warmed your skin and you tried to distract me.
Finally, I let things escalate. You gripped me tight in one hand and your lips chased your hand up and down my shaft as you twisted the way I taught you. I draped the flogger over your neck and shoulders and thrust sporadically up as I rapidly climbed toward release. Rough hands grabbed your head and pulled you down for the final stimulation as I swelled and came undone. A week's pent up frustration combined with this edging burst out of me with enough force to make you gag. I took a little pity on you and released your head, no longer forcing my engorged prick to the back of your throat. My good girl didn't pull back far. You clamped your lips tight around me and suffered through every thick spurt, struggling to swallow fast enough. Your breath broken and ragged through your nose as you tried to take down air and cum in equal measure.
Convulsions of ecstasy took their time leaving me as I finally emptied myself into your eager to please mouth. I let us linger for only seconds, smiling down at you
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