Diary of a Madman 12 (1192 hits)
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Submitted by Bigmike (View user info) at 2004-07-19 23:36:06 EDT
I went out tonight.
First time in a long time.
I went to a strip club and struck up a conversation with a nice Asian woman over about 10 lap dances. God she was hot, and she was hot for me.
I brought her home.
We started out slow with her doing a private show for me in the living room. Me sitting on the couch and her standing before me. She had wanted music, but I told her that I would rather it be silent so I could hear her breathe, so I could hear her body as it moved and reacted to me. She got down to business and soon she was naked on my lap, straddling my hardness through my pants.
We kissed. Mouths open, tongues searching for touch, searching for each other, longing for union. She rubbed her pussy against my cock, the intensity making me harder than I ever had been before. I had my hands on her waist and as she was grinding me, she reached down and ever so gently moved them to her breasts. I massaged her and then touched her nipples, eventually placing each nipple between the forefinger and thumb of my hands. I gently massaged her nipples and she leaned over to me and whispered in my ear,
"You've got to pinch harder".
I did. I pinched harder and a moan escaped her lips. It was gutteral and intense, like a wild beast feasting on a newly killed carcass.
"Harder", she whispered, "it makes them more sensitive". As I did, her body began to react. Hips began to grind rhythmically into mine. I kissed her more deeply as I pinched her nipples very hard. She got up and turned her back to me, once again sitting on my hardness. She leaned back against me and placed my hands gently on her breasts again. I resumed my massage and the rougher I was, the more she responded. I was sucking on her neck and tongueing her ear and as I did this in conjunction with my rough nipple play, she had an orgasm. I reached down with my right hand and began to search for her clitoris.
It wasn't hard to find.
She grabbed my finger and placed it exactly where she wanted the pressure. I manipulated her on the spot that was driving her crazy and all I could hear were her moans. I could feel her heartbeat as her back was pressed right up against my chest. I could feel the resonance of her moans course through both our bodies. She was in a world of passion, a world of emotion, a world of sex.
She raised herself up ever so slightly and pulled my pants and underwear down. My hard on was raging and she took it in her right hand. She guided the tip to where she was wettest and ever so slowly, gently, carefully, she lowered herself down onto me.
She sat there, still, for at least 30 seconds, her back against my now sweaty chest, our hearts beating as one, her flesh surrounding mine in a symphony of pleasure. Then she gently began to move.
She rocked gently back and forth at first, then she leaned forward, put her hands on my knees, and began to move up and down. She was incredibly wet and discriminately vocal. She was in control here, having her way with me, slowly, surely, confidently.
I had my hands at the base of her neck and I gently moved them down the length of her back, nails touching flesh. She arched at the touch and a soft sharp breath came from her mouth. I traced the outline of the tattoo on the small of her back with my nails as she began to move faster up and down my shaft. She was beginning to hit her stride now and it was evident that there was no turning back.
She moved faster and faster, moans turning to grunts, turning to words, turning to yells. She pumped me hard and fast and as she did, she lost all semblance of time, all semblance of reality. I was helping her by pumping her ass up and down with my hands, arching my hips slightly for maximum penetration. After a few minutes of this she didn't need my help anymore. With her hands on my kness, digging in for dear life, she was pumping my hardness like a locomotive at top speed. I had my left hand on her left hip, guiding her movements, willing her to make me come.
As she pumped me I ever so slightly used my right hand to reach down between the couch pillows and retrieve what I had put there two nights before. The hunting knife was stainless 440 and it was sharpened to perfection. It's serrated edge awesome to behold, it meant business and business it would have.
She was pumping and yelling and breathing and moaning. I was urging her on with my moans and telling her to fuck me. The more I talked the harder she pumped. I raised the knife overhead. "Closer", I said. "I'm getting closer". When she heard that, she doubled her speed, willing me to explode inside her. I raised the knife even higher. I was bucking my hips and she was meeting each thrust with a downward pump.
"Yes! Yes! Here I come!"
With that she increased the already rapid pace of her pumping. I shot my seed into her like a cannon. I thrust the knife down into her spine, in between her shoulders at the exact time that I released my seed. She arched her back and let out a yell. I forced her forward onto the floor and continued to pump her while my knife continued to scrape up against her vertebrae. Thrust for thrust, stab for stab. I spilled all of my seed inside of her as she spilled all of her blood at my feet. It was incredible.
I was sated for the first time in a very, very long time. When I was done I stood up and looked down at my handiwork. Admired it. I couldn't look away. Semen mixing with blood. Life meeting death. An intensly, sexually ironic scene.
I began to understand the man at Green River. I began to envy.
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User Reviews
Submitted by Fabish (user info) at 2004-08-08 01:18:28 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Ohh, I saw that coming. Well, I was expecting it, or more so, hoping for that to happen.
Submitted by beibeiskids <beibeiskids.at.yahoo.com> at 2004-08-01 07:32:19 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
No Comment
Submitted by munkeypants (user info) at 2004-07-25 19:08:32 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
This is way better than those Drug Store Super-Romance novels I always have my nose in.
I am going to have to print out this page and put it my toy drawer.
It was that damned good.
Submitted by AshK (user info) at 2004-07-20 08:52:40 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by GodChicken (user info) at 2004-07-20 08:34:58 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Reminds me of a port visit in Thailand...
What?
Submitted by Circe (user info) at 2004-07-20 04:31:21 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
While this was, of course, really good, it lacked the dry subtlety that marks the others. The dryness, the lack of emotion, is what makes the other entries believable.
Submitted by TheTick (user info) at 2004-07-20 04:21:05 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I'd have to say that was a rather good story, little heavy on the sex but none the less a good story.
Submitted by A-Daamage (user info) at 2004-07-20 04:14:41 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I'm reading Rose Madder right now, and your madman is quite reminiscent of Norman Daniels. Have another +2 for that jerk who ruined your rating towards the bottom.
Submitted by Disektor (user info) at 2004-07-20 04:11:58 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by A-Daamage (user info) at 2004-07-20 04:09:52 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Damnit, someone always has to fuck up a well-earned perfect 2. Well, I'll do my part to repair the damages.
Submitted by Kracka (user info) at 2004-07-20 03:33:11 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by wardy (user info) at 2004-07-20 01:43:00 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
ummm... yeah, i'm still not aroused and the hooker's dead.
did i do something wrong?
Submitted by sparkle_pink (user info) at 2004-07-20 01:06:50 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I don't like this one as much as the others... it was just too porn-ish for the most part.
But I suppose the part that was good at the end wouldn't be possible without all the sexual description.
Submitted by LadyPlural (user info) at 2004-07-20 00:19:15 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I had a bit of trouble accepting that even a stripper would go home with, not to mention fuck, some random guy the first time that she'd ever seen him. I'll bet that the stripper in this entry learned her lesson, though.
What?
Submitted by dakingisdead (user info) at 2004-07-20 00:12:21 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Hells bells Big Fella I just read that page.
I can't believe that the police were that bloody inept.
It sounds like they had the Keystone Cops running the show over there.
Once again you have taken the essence of this madman and it into a great insightful story.
Let the diary continue.
Submitted by Method (user info) at 2004-07-20 00:08:23 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by Scott_James (user info) at 2004-07-19 23:54:06 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Big 'Scary Ass' Mike strikes again. I'm not so sure I want you to be my dad anymore. You can be my uncle instead. The one who does magic tricks to scare children.
Submitted by Bigmike (user info) at 2004-07-19 23:50:07 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by YouKNOWitstrue (user info) at 2004-07-19 23:44:39 (#)
Ranking: -2
Dude. I don't want to read about your hard on. Ever.
It's not my hard on. Geez. It's a story.
I will explain this once more.
These are supposed to be passages from a diary. A diary written by a lunatic. A man that does bad things.
I do not do bad things. This fictional character does. C'mon people. It's fiction. Nobody in my house is actually doing any killing. I have always wanted to write something from this perspective.
I've said this all before. Maybe it is too creepy for some.
Submitted by YouKNOWitstrue (user info) at 2004-07-19 23:44:39 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
Dude. I don't want to read about your hard on. Ever.
Submitted by dakingisdead (user info) at 2004-07-19 23:44:25 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Woooo Big Fella,
You are getting scary here.
I just knew when I started reading this that it was not gonna be good for her.
You keep going this direction though and the FBI will be tapping your putor!