Alarm, a 9 minute tale

CRACK! My dream explodes in red fiery pain. My waking mind is engulfed in it, drowning in it.

CRACK! My ass burns, so hot where I’ve been struck that it feels cold.

CRACK! The paddle strikes me higher, across my lower back. The icy fire spreads like liquid poured on my skin.

CRACK! I struggle to get away and discover I am bound. My arms pulled together behind me and strung to my neck, my legs immobilized by his weight.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! My back, my shoulders, my arms are seared with living fire. I scream and hear nothing, my mouth filled with fabric bound in place by a leather strap. The taste tells me they are my panties, soaked by my juices and his ministrations mere hours ago.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! My ass roars with pain as he returns his attentions there, striking my already inflamed cheeks over and over. It’s no longer on fire. Fire is not hot enough to describe this sensation. I squirm, desperate to get away but there is no escape.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! My thighs, my ass, my arms, my legs, my shoulders, my tail. The paddle strikes randomly, obscenely, anywhere, everywhere. There is no escape. I squirm desperately, like an animal. I cannot dodge. I cannot predict. I cannot even flinch away for the strikes are irregular. Chaotic.

CRACK! One final massive blast across my ass completes his assault. My backside glows from neck to knees. I am one fiery slab of tingling, living pain. I feel every inch of me pulsing along to my frantic heartbeat. He lays down atop me, grabs a fistful of hair, forces my head to one side. He slides the fabric gag from my mouth and quickly replaces it with a fleshy one of his own. His tongue explores my mouth frantically, beautifully, desperately, pushing inside me in welcome violation. After an eternity far too brief he withdraws and lays tender kisses across my lips.

“Good morning, beautiful girl” he says. “That was your new alarm clock. Are you awake now or should I hit the snooze button?”

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The Somnolence of Clouds

This is an erotic short story from 2003. It came about from an argument with a friend over the difference between pornography and erotica. My argument was that erotica should not only titillate, it should entertain. If there’s no story there then it isn’t really erotic. I was challenged to show what I meant and this was the result.

Just in case it needs to be said, this story has explicit sexual content. Continue reading “The Somnolence of Clouds”