The Highlights

Sitting next to her running fingers through her hair, the crimson streaks in stark contrast with the blonde. Her pale skin glowing in the soft hew of the moonlight. The cool night air caressing the bodies as looks of deep desire gaze into her blue eyes. The mind began to wander as leaning down to kiss her soft lips the sudden scent of strawberry lip balm.

highlights

The first kiss holding her at the airport last Christmas, she trembled in the grip like a lost puppy. Pulling her in close the powerful strong arms wouldn’t let her go as hungry lips connected with hers. Holding her as eyes locked and her fears were quelled.

The row that started later that evening in the bar when an inebriated man tried to make a forward and inappropriate advance at her making her feel uneasy. There was an attempt to be polite but when he called her a cheap whore that was it, a right cross sent the drunk sprawling. Unfortunately he had friends. Later that night there were laughs about being fought over for her honor as she dabbed antiseptic on the numerous abrasions.

The first time there was a sexual release, out in the open of the roof of the old cathedral. The stars shown so bright, nipples stiff and hard as savoring licks and kisses made moans escape those soft lips. Bodies dancing in the night with passionate embrace. Wanton lust laid bare as if it were a sin, taunting the gods to leer in jealousy.

Months that passed, growing closer and more brazen, sexual escapades that were tantamount to open pornography for all the world to see. On the train, the bus, a taxi and any other public place any dimly lit hiding space could be found. Passion ran wild, even amuck many would say, depravity grew and wilder and darker passions began to be explored.

The first gang bang, arranged for the safety of all involved of course. Five additional bodies writhing around and taking pleasure in the night. Masks protected their identity while condoms protected them all. The torrid day after as the hunger for more consumed her. The lust for something even more exciting and dangerous, the sexual beast driving her was in heat desperate to be sated. Even as she spoke of darker desires it was easy to see the rabbit hole went all the way to the bottom of depravity.

The short skirt barely covered her ass, a midriff shirt exposing the bottom of her ample supple breast. Leering eyes burning in fueled lust, consumed what was offered and still wanted more. Any that were brave enough to ask or show the fortitude to take it, she freely allowed them to have their way. The safeties were off as the signs of her newly found extreme sexuality often ran down her thighs. The beast was ravenous and there was none that could quench it now.

Vile and filthy sexual encounters in the truck yards and rail heads now, blue collar and no collar alike enjoyed the lithe blonde that presented herself to them. There was nothing of the timid insecure lass that trembled at the airport, she had been freed into her realm of cravings. She was free of the oppressed small town that had held captive the longings. Now brazen and shameless, fire in her eyes that was but a spark of the fire that blazed in her flesh.

Her reign of turbulence left a wake of charred lives. Lovers now professed their undying desire to quell her wants. Attempts to fill that void in her that was only a firebox, consuming all that entered as they powered her drive down the licentiousness tracks.

Back at the cathedral, a confession as her body shook. A last wish and desire, the ultimate rush. No longer able to be appeased by mere human cravings. Begging eyes as she had set this evening in motion. Again with the first as rage, pain and anger fill to the overflowing point. An allowance had been made, a flashing thought to give what she crave. The flash of the blade in the full moon light. A spray and a final kiss. The ultimate release reached for both.

A final look as the wind viciously whips, pushing apart the lovers. Now standing on the berm as the blue and red lights bounce off the surrounding buildings. A glance back as the crimson surrounds her body like a velvet blanket, at last she is at peace. A plummet down, the last step to join the lover forever in the wild passions that is to be found there.

 

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You Use to Fuck My Sister

“You use to fuck my sister’  was the opening line. Not a nice hello, it’s been too long, or other more common socially acceptable  greeting.  Nope there it was and he was serious. Waiting for some type of reply.  So what does a man say to a childhood friend if confronted with such a statement.

 

“Stevie i’ve fucked a lot of people’s sisters.”  for the record it was probably not the best retort.  However it did get a big laugh from everyone…but him.   He was fucking pissed. And once upon a time in a car, an alley, a state park, a night club and about 40,000 other places poor now bald but still seemingly naive Steve was correct. I did use to fuck his sister.

 

So let’s give a little back ground. Did i have sex with said old friend’s sister. Yes. Was i ever disrespectful or mean to her? No.  Was it a lof of fun?  Usually.  Were we kids and that was the last time i saw her (in person, social media posts by said brother don’t count)  so what a million years ago?  YES! Factually correct.

 

Sensing there was nothing to be gained i moved on to other conversations. I can be wonderfully teflon when needed.

 

A little while later he would all but corner me come back to it. He had some deep seeded need to know how old were we.  How long did it go on. Etc.  It really felt odd. It was really none of his business.

 

And had we still been 17 or 18 i would have gotten why it might have been a big deal. At damn near 50 why does it matter. Why does it matter who i had sex with?

 

After all its not like i fucked his mother….wait let me check. Is that true? Yes that is true i did not fuck his mother there for i my indeed be a sister fucker but in this case it can not be disputed that I am not a motjer fuxcker!

 

So i offered nothing more than “look bud we liked each other, and even dated quietly for a while. She was a nice girl and I have very fond memories of her.”  All of which were true and not salacious.

 

A few months later i would run into him again “i talked to X (insert said sister’s name). She said you saw a lot of each other for a long time”

 

i was hoping for a more reasonable conversation than the previous one.  “How could I not have known?”  for whatever reason me having dated his sister 47 life times ago really bothered him.  

 

Have i ever mentioned i can be kind of an asshole? “Stevie don’t feel too bad. It’s not like you ran around town bragging every time you jerked off. I gave the world the same courtesy when it came to fucking your sister.”  

 

“But we were friends” HE SAID ALMOST PLEADINGLY.  As a point of clarity he had never asked me not to have sex with his sister. And in truth even if he did, I still would have. Because well some people like to fuck and she and I had that (and a lot more) in common.

 

So maybe here’s the thing. I moved on.  I had written about it some time ago but really my past is my past.  I had a wonderful youth from a supportive family emviorment but was otherwise a outcast in my own peer group.

 

I was not exactly the life of the party or popular in my little part of of tje cousin fucking backwoods town. I went to private school 30 miles away in the city , played different sports than the local boys (ice Hockey not Football), liked D&D, had a passion for pasta rockets over American muscle cars and also quite deliberately left and for thebmoat part don’t live in the past.

 

In fact now thinking about it the fact his sister talked to me let alone slept with me on and off for nearly half a decade might qualify in the catholic chuch’s eyes as a legitimate miracle.

 

Does that mean i can be canonized a saint? Mal patron saint of carnal desires.  Yep that works for me. Look out Venus there a new god in town!

 

As funny as this post is.  And if you think about it a man who is legitimately disturbed about a compeletely natural and consensual acts between two similar aged people engaged in 30 years ago actually makes me a little sad.

 

Now if Eddie from the old neighborhood ever said the same thing to me i would high five him and simply say “Yes i did and fuck was she a very dirty girl” Eddie like me was a male whore who has no right to cast dispersions. Stevie perhaps not ao much

 

Now why the walk down memory lane? One because said events happened last summer and again this fall. But also because after much consideration i am going to close out writing about my life before now with a celebration…my theme for the year!

 

 I’m calling it “30 years of kink.”  It was May 1987 when Tracy my first kinky girlfriend and i began what ever it was we began. Over the next 11 months I will post kink and sex related stories from the last 30 years. Some short quips.  Some fond, or not so fond memories both from decades ago until late last year. Maybe even this year as they happen.

 

And then unlike Stevie who lives in the same place he grew up, works a few miles from where he went to school, and will never leave  (not that there is anything wrong with that) i’m going to move on and write about new things, people who are now in my life and those experiences.

 

So welcome to 30 years of Kink and it is my sincere hope that no one learns that i use to fuck their sister ever again. But if they do fair warning if she was kinky odds are i’ll write about her in the coming year.  

Now on tjat sainthood thing…

Maybe i could be the Malflic Saint of Kinky Sister Fuckers.   After all do what you know.

Twelve Ball

“Twelve ball, off two rails and in the side pocket.” I said with confidence

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Jen sneered “You don’t have a snowball’s chance in Hell of hitting that shot.”

“Care to put a wager on it?”

I don’t know if it was the beer or just my usual stupidity. I had walked in with $10 and my cue stick, just another weekend hustle. I hoped it would get me enough drinks to forget the pain of her and what she had done. I ordered the first beer and watched who was playing where. I saw the Milligan boys who knew better than to play against me so I let them be in their corner. Plus start something with them and I’d have to deal with half the bar. Many of the people here were related somehow, the rest of us just came to drink and shoot pool.

As I continued to nurse my beer I felt the hot breath on the back of my neck. The chills raced along my spine and arms as I slowly turned to see who it was. My stomach turned and I felt my brain telling me don’t walk, run to the door. No warning as the hand grabbed my face, pulling my close. I knew I was in for a world of hurt this time. There was no use fighting, I let go in surrender.

The honey colored curls that fell roguishly over those sea green eyes. That perfume that melted away any willpower I had left like a hot knife through butter. The blood red lips that dripped with the sweetest poison with every kiss, and nails of a matching color that had run tracks through my back and torn out pieces of my heart and soul so many times before. I was now in the clutches of the nemesis of my willpower and common sense. My brain finally snapped on as she let go of the first kiss, her teeth tugging my bottom lip.

“Wh…what are you doing there.” I stammered as my head stopped spinning.

“I got off work early, I figured you would be here.” Gods even her voice had an effect on me, it was something between frustration and anticipation. “What are you planning tonight? Some hustle or are you looking for some real action?”

“I was going to shoot a few games and head home.” I stammered

That hissing snicker, like she knew why I was there. She leaned in close as I leaned back. I felt her tongue slide up my throat.

“What’s wrong baby, scared of playing sweet little me?”

I was doomed and knew it right there. I could feel my cock swelling as well as heat rising off my body. I hated her for knowing how to turn me on like that. Her hand grabbed my balls.

“Shall I rack ‘em or do you want to?”

“I’ll do it, we both know you cheat like a bitch.”

Her laugh caught me unexpectedly, and it made a few others turn to look at what was so funny. I broke free of her grip and set up the table.

“Eight or Nine ball?” I asked

“I’d rather be playing with your two balls.” She said with an evil smile.

I swallowed hard as I set up our first game. Nine ball it is. At least then it would be a challenge for both of us.

“What are the stakes for tonight” She asked as she assembled her cue stick.

“What do you have in mind?” I crooked, my throat dry as cotton.

“Best of nine games, winner gets to do whatever they wish.”

“Deal!” I said, sure I could beat her

She took a swig of my beer and winked. Prancing around the table she stroked the stick intentionally being lude. Setting the cue ball she looked up and winked. The crack of the balls colliding has always been an aphrodisiac for us both. The chill along my spine from that sound and watching as the nine ball spun toward the pocket on her break. I watched it fall as I felt like I handed my soul to the succubus once again. I stood froze as she walked up and grabbed a handful of my hair in her hand and pulled me close for a kiss. Her teeth grabbing my tongue and she bit. I could taste blood as she had caught the tip of my tongue. She let go and ran her hand along the inside of my thigh.

“Oh I can’t wait to taste our blood mixed again.” She growled into my ear.

She set up the next rack for me to break, it was on. There was no holding back as we both played cut throat and dirty. By the time we got to the ninth game a crowd had gathered watching. As she racked our last game she looked up and distracted me with her tits as I set the cue balls in place. Kneeling at the other side of the table she traced her tongue over those red lips slowly making a couple of the guys watching groan in wishful lust. I knew as soon as the stick hit the cue I was fucked. The balls cracked and rolled leaving her so many choices as she chalked her stick. Pure evil temptress that she was she ran her tongue along her stick as I could feel my cock throb in agony inside my jeans.

Shot after shot she ran the table till it was just my balls and the eight ball left. She knew it was show time for her. Sitting on the table she leaned back and just for the fuck of it she spread her legs open as she lifted them. Her wet naked pussy just under her short skirt on display for everyone to see. She giggled as she took the shot. The eight ball twisting across the table like it was possessed by her madness too, stopped just a breath away from the pocket. Pure evil glowed in her eyes as she jumped off the table and sashayed over to me.

“Good luck stud, I have such vile plans for you tonight.”

It was game time, I ran the table that she left full of boobie traps, the eight ball being the biggest of them all. In a few minutes it was cut down to just the twelve balls and the eight. The Twelve ball lines with the eight ball so I had no shot.

So here we are again

“Twelve ball, off two rails and in the side pocket.” I said with confidence

Jen sneered “You don’t have a snowball’s chance in Hell of hitting that shot.”

“Care to put a wager on it?”

“If you make it you get anything you want. If you miss I can do anything I want and still have you.”

There was a no-nonsense look in her eyes as she laid out her terms. She had been planning this for a long time. I agreed knowing my soul was on the line. A perfect shot as the twelve went right where I called it, I almost started to gloat then in horror watched the cue balls drop into another pocket. Jen walked behind me and ran her nails along my arm.

“Scratch,” she sucked in her breath “Oh I have you now…”

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The Job Changes You

“The job changes you” was a phrase that first really rang true the day after the U.S. elections. I was passing through the Philadelphia airport on my way to California and surrounded literally by weeping adults. Distraught over Clinton’s loss.

Truth be told i believed Clinton to be not a much better an option than Trump.

 

A different kind of dangerous but a problem nonetheless. I knew deep down she was unelectable long before election day. Here’s why.

I live with three women. One who is 46 and has always despised her. Note not her husband just her. She has never resonated with the Blonde who has always seen her as manipulative.

One who is 22 and saw her as part of the establishment; part of the problem with the federal government divided bi partisan issues and fueled by private and corporate money. She politically is as individual rights and freedoms as they come. The Poster child for Guns, Gays and deregulation.

And an 18 year old who was perhaps the most outspoken “You know why the old cunt won’t win. Because today’s young women no more want to be told what to do by some old man than they do some old woman who refuses listen and thinks gender warrants a vote.”. She despite walking the halls of a liberal University and actively working for some of the most liberal causes was not once swayed. In fact Lil and many of her friends refused to be told who they must vote for. They see women as complete equals and were offended by both the pandering to her age group and the demands that “as a woman she must vote for a woman”.

Hillary was 0 for 3 in my own home with females. That alone is a problem. In true Malflic fashion 0 for four counting me. I went with a protest vote as is my tradition in most national elections. Had Biden run or Bernie gotten the nomination that would not have been the case.

Rather than mourn the outcome or scream in the streets about injustice i have chosen a different path. As have a number of my liberal and moderate conservative leaning friends with some means both modest and great.

We have chosen to write checks to organizations will oppose Trump (or perhaps more importantly Pence) that we feel are worthy. We have decided to support with our time and in some cases our money candidates, including some not up for reelection for a few years that will oppose the right wing agenda. One who publishes her daily donations of 5 to 50 dollars on social media with a thank you note to Trump for making her have to be a better human.

I have spoken out against both sides of the establishment before and will continue to do so. Religion belongs in government not at all. And government does not belong in our private lives.

Yet there are issues that are undeniable.
The repeal of the ACA can only be justified if there is a replacement for it that improves care, expands who is covered, and reduces cost. Some of it may have to come from government, and some from free market forces in the form of increased competition and reduced restrictions. Like most things it will take a balance.

The supreme court possibilities terrify me.

The Left is trying to stifle dissent during the Obama administration has set us up for a backlash during a Republican controlled world.

Immigration reforms. Christ what a global mess. Yet i do have an assimilate or die attitude. You can not force your culture upon another, integration into the place you are residing is essential for it to work.

Don’t get me started on Brexit. Seriously wtf were people thinking?

Putin, troops in Poland, Syria the list is endless. The revolutions will be televised and spun. The truth, if there is such a thing hidden or subjective.

Do i hope the job changes him?
I do and interestingly enough there have begun to be online comparisons to Kennedy by unlikely sources and hacker groups. We can only hope that is true while working to ensure if it is not the damage and shift can be contained.

Past experience from when Bush took office tells me the religious right will become emboldened. I was albeit a small scale target of their rage and damnation in those days. A moral liberal defiling our great nation. A left wing nut job, a morally repulsive abomination. The more they hated me the happier i was. Because well. …Science!

Yet i’m in a different place now. My passport is still from the United States but fundamentally i don’t consider myself American. My family heritage is European yet other than a few (pagan) traditions and foods i am not European either.

My friends are quite literally from everywhere. Egypt to England, Brazil to Slovakia, the Nordics to Nigeria. India to Australia, Puerto Rico to Paris to Gaum. And yes my phone bill is ungodly. On the surface it is about currency and trade.

Beyond that though it is about culture and customs. Reference points of strange similarities and vast differences.

In my case the job has changed me, changed my understanding, my appreciation, and shown how complex, wonderful, and dangerous things are.

My last bastion of hope is that the job changes all of our leaders. Not just Trump in much the same way it has changed me.

And that those are of great enough strength of character to convey those things and their importance to the masses…even the ones not inclined to such affronts to their nation states superiority.

Until we stop being Republicans or Democrats, Americans or not, until we realize we are human and not something different or more the song will remain the same. We will be manipulated, lied to, and cajoled by others agendas.

And if the job does not change our leaders it is our job to change them. Or become the leaders ourselves.

That work has just begun.

The rest of the 24 hours

When we last left our power exchange scene Lord Raven was in peril tied and blinded and at the mercy of Alice who was given control for 24 hours…

The sliding sound stopped. Before I could think too long about what the sound might have been I was encouraged to get up as Alice pressed against the pressure points under my armpits. The bar between my feet, as well as my arms being cuffed behind my back made that impossible. The moment I tried to rise I fell forward, to my relief it was some kind of bench. New restraints were added to my wrists before the handcuffs were unlocked, my arms quickly secured to whatever I was laying on.

The tapping started, light and low from across the room. I knew that sound well, I use it on Alice before I am about to give her a spanking. That tapping of the paddle on the palm of leg as she approached. A slow raking of nails along my back ending on my exposed ass. My flesh reacted as the thrill of excitement ran over in a wave of goosebumps. I heard a couple of snickers, realizing I was truly on display for an unknown party or parties. More shushing then the first light tap. I almost didn’t notice it at first because I was preoccupied with the wondering who else was here. Another tap, a bit harder.

“Count!” Alice said in a firm tone.

“What?’

A hard smack across my outer thigh as Alice sounded annoyed “That is not how you answer me today is it?”

The sting on my leg was warning enough. “Yes ma’am I will do as you ask.”

“Very good.” I heard her say with the same sadistic pleasure in her voice I often have.

For each hit I counted. They were actually light, more solid taps than real hits. I was around fifty when I stumbled on the next number.

“Start at one again.”

I was horrified. Not only had I lost count, I had to start over.

The next round was harder, I was determined to make it too whatever number she had in mind.

“One Hundred!” I shouted in an almost triumphant voice. Then another smack. I was taken back, I had never made her count this high. I stammered.

“Back to one again I see.”

“Not fair!” I blurted out

The sting across my thigh felt like fire.

“I will not tolerate this disrespect!” Alice boomed. She snapped her fingers. “Gag him! He can’t be respectful then he doesn’t need to speak.”

“But what if I need my safeword?”

I felt her hands on my face squeezing my cheeks like a parent who is addressing a haughty child. Feeling her breath on my skin was a rush suddenly.

“What happened to you trust me with your life, heart and soul?”

I felt her twisting me inside, she knows I trust her with everything but now she is asking me to surrender control. Many would call us R.A.C.K.* players, but I have always been the top in those scenes. I know Alice is just as wicked and twisted as I am.

I felt something pressing against my lips, I surrendered and opened my mouth. Whoever was helping her was adept at securing the gag without getting it tied in my hair, I am thankful for that. I have never been gagged before so this is new as I hear the paddle being set down. I can hear them debating the next toy behind me.

“Oh this one, it’s one of my favorites. I don’t know if I can work it as well as he does.”

“Just give it a try, I bet you can with a little practice.”

“You’re right.”

I chuckled behind the gag. I was having a flashback to a scene that Malflic and I had done where we were testing new toys and kept discussing them as we used them on Alice. She called us mad scientist with their lab rat, or something like that.

The chuckle got their attention as I felt the first thud, like being hit with a mop. Long strands fell all over my ass and back. A few more tries to get the distance and angle right and then music. There was a beat that was being matched with the hits of the flogger. No words, just a steady beat and sound. I didn’t even feel myself drift at first but soon I was moaning and squirming on the bench. There was nothing but the beat thumping in my head, the heat rising from my ass and pleasure as the endorphins took over my ability to think.

“Such a pretty glow don’t you think?”

“Yes and look he is drooling.”

The sudden stop and talking dropped me out of my floating state. I could hear something being rattled around to the side.

“Oh how about this?”

The evil laugh Alice made sent a cold chill along my spine.

“Yes! He will really squirm now.”

I was squirming already. No idea what she was planning had my mind running wild. Then I felt a dab of warmed lube being dropped on my ass. Slowly it was worked till I felt something being slid inside me. Next I felt a sticky pad being placed right over the top of my cock.

“Tape it in place.” Alice instructed.

I heard a very familiar clicking sounds and the beep. The tens unit was on and she was looking for the setting that would torment me. I could feel the pulses as my cock was instantly hard. My body struggled against the restraints as I was humping the bench involuntary. I could hear giggles around me but they sounded far away as the pre-cum was now dripping from the tip of my cock.

“Wow I didn’t expect it to make him buck like that.”

“Let’s try this setting.”

I didn’t hear anything else as my body tensed up. It was an orgasm like I’ve never had. Lights, sounds, stars, honestly it is almost impossible to describe just pure sensational overload. A never ending wave of what started and pleasure that before too long became somewhat painful. When the pulses stopped I was spent, crashing to the bench, soaked in sweat. All I could do was whimper as the sweat ran off my flesh.

Every touch of their hands now was like a thousand prickles, my mind was shot as I could only respond with whimpers and moans behind the gag.

“It looks like using this new violet wand has brought him back around. A few minutes more then we will let him rest.”

“Okay, then can we open the next bag of surprises?”

Those words made me try to yell behind the gag. Just in time for fingers to cross my testicles. The tingling sensation felt so good, suddenly I was melting.

“Enough for now, he needs to recover before we break him.” Alice said

The gag was removed and a wet cloth was used to clean the drool off my face. A straw as places against my lips as I gladly accepted the drink I was offered. After a few minutes I was released and led to another area. Cold tile suddenly under my feet as I was forced to my knees, then onto all fours. I could feel lube being applied to my ass. I shuddered as I heard a buckle latch on.

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“Just relax and enjoy.” Said the other voice.

I felt the device pressing against my ass. I relaxed as best I could as it was slowly worked in. After a few minutes my body relaxed enough to take the phallus, and it was beginning to feel good when it started vibrating. I could only moan as it sent waves of pleasure through my body. I was once again a drooling pile of goo as Alice was enjoying her latest toy.

“I’ll be right back, I need to pee.” Said the other one.

“Well we are in the shower, you can just go right here.

I heard an evil giggle as I felt feet straddle me.

“I’ve never done this before, are you sure?”

“He has to obey me today.”

I shuddered, this was payback for me peeing on Alice in the shower before. Something we joke about it from time to time, but I never thought she was going to do it or let someone else do it. The hot stream hit me square in the back and ran over my side. For just those few moments I was humiliated and secretly excited.

The shower was turned on soon after and they washed me off thoroughly. It was nice and warm. I could feel my body melting into their attentions. After I was dried and fed, put in a warm blanket and laid on soft bed. They played with my hair and rubbed my body. Next thing I knew I was in the peaceful land of dreams.

 

I woke to the closing of a door.

“Hello?”

“Hey baby, did you sleep well?”

“Yes, how long was I out?”

“Well the ladies left after we had some fun of our own. But you can take the contacts out. The twenty-four hours are up.”

I fumbled to take the contacts out. “So who was here?”

Alice gasped. “I don’t kiss and tell.” She said with a smile. “But Becky says hi and Jenny did enjoy watching. Oh, and they asked where were we going to get to open the other bags and try them out of you.”

Thus ends the time that I allowed Alice control for a day

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Cold like a knife

Cold like a knife cutting into the flesh makes visible the mortal breath

All who have tread the path of life seek more but find only death

Reality colder than a thousand nights in the tundra forever remains

As there is but not to do that lick the wounds and cry in pain

The fabled lake of fire would be a blessed gift by any compare

Now but a worm writhing on the hook, trapped in tormented despair

Fiction dances in the dreams, lands all but forgotten as the body fails

Never before has it been so, and never again in this ones travels

A moment, a splinter of not more than hope, less than reality

His scream now rips the dark and they look on in a saddened pity

Madness they call it, for he is indeed mad, a rage that burns deep

Robbing him of the moments of peace and a slumber so sweet

Tormentors vile as his flesh has aged, no more the spring of youth

Hands wrinkled in times grasp from their deeds, actions and use

Circling overhead the call of the carrion waiting to pick his bones

Prepared to divide the spoils of the flesh as they squabble and crone

A flash of desire, a spring of hope, once again a passing beauty sighs

The longing once a burning flames is but a smolder in the thighs

Frustration becomes rage as the smirk appears crossing beauty’s face

Cutting out the heart of the vane creature that lost in this twisted place

Draining the blood and marrow then crushing the bones to a fine dust

It infuses the ageing mad one with new vigor, if only in his wicked lust

He laughs as the flashes streak all around in the moon lit night

He is now twisted on the floor forever free of the tormented life.

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24 Hours

Sometimes time alone with just the two of us is hard to get, so when Alice and I knew we had an upcoming weekend together we were excited planning for it. We had been talking and teasing for weeks prior to this time for just us. Smirks and comments about the paddles needing to be dusted off and all that kind of back and forth. Sitting at dinner before our wonderful weekend of being together she looked at me with that mischievous smile. I know something was playing in Alice’s evil mind, I just wasn’t sure what it was. The batting of her lashes was the signal it was about to be revealed.

“Remember that time we were talking and you said you would let me have control for 24 hours?”

I nodded yes nervously. We had been planning this weekend getaway for a while. Now I began to suspect why she asked if we could just leave Saturday open.

“Well I have been thinking, I want to take you up on that this Saturday. If you still are willing to let me have total control for a little day.”

That sweet innocent smile that often fooled the world didn’t fool me for a second as she batted her lashes at me again. I could feel the anxiety building in my stomach. I pondered this plan for a minute as I shuffled my food around the plate.

“Sure why not.” I replied

Her instant evil chuckle made me almost panic. Now I had no doubt she was planning something wicked. I just had to wait through the 5 days of anticipation to find out what.

 

If there is nothing else I have learned it is that clues are not always a direct hint as to what is coming. On our next Wednesday shopping trip she acquired a new set of stockings as well as knee high leather boots. This had me concerned. These were making me think she was going for the dominatrix look. She is an alpha sub after all and can switch when the mood strikes her.

Thursday she got a call and paced around as she talked, just out of earshot but close enough to hear a few words. “He will never expect that.” “Oh that would be so evil, I love it!” I could feel the anxiety turning into a turbulent mix of excitement and fear.

Friday she told me she had to get a few things for the weekend after work. Arriving 3 hours later than her normal time to get home, she asked me to help get the things from the car. Everything was concealed in black plastic bags, 5 bags all together. I know this game all too well, it is the mental mind fuck I like to do to her. I must say it was working as my mind raced with the possibilities. I wanted to shake each bag in hopes I could guess the contents but she made me promise I wouldn’t because it was all for tomorrow. We sat there eating dinner that night. I barely could eat as Alice looked me over like a piece of meat and she was a hungry lioness.

“Better eat up. You’re going to need your strength tomorrow, My Lord.”

I ate as best I could and sleep was my enemy. With my mind racing about the next day I couldn’t stop it to get some rest. Another part of her evil plan I would dare to bet.

Saturday morning I woke to the smell of coffee and walked into the kitchen after my usual morning routine. Coffee and breakfast were normal for here but this morning she had cooked breakfast, something I normally do. She was already setting the scene as the power shifted. As I stood there half bewildered she kissed me and took my phone. She set the timer for a 24 hour countdown.

“Ready?” she asked with that evil gleam in her eye.

“Sure, so this is a full till this time tomorrow 24 hours thing?”

She pushed the button and put her finger to my lips to silence me. I started to ask again. Setting done the phone her now free hand went instantly to my crotch, more specifically my testicles.

“I will be doing all the talking. Unless I ask a question you will remain quiet. Do you understand?”

I nodded my head, dumb dumb dumb. She gave a squeeze and had my full attention.

“Who is in charge for the next 24 hours?”

My eyes watered as I replied “You are Ma’am.”

She let go and told me to eat and to not drag my feet, we had a fun filled day in store.

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Half an hour later I had my 2 cups of coffee and breakfast done, she sat down next to me and handed me a little box to open. As I did I felt a knot in my stomach, she had ordered me a pair of black out contacts. I looked up at her with a question but remembered she had the reign today. It took a minute to get the contacts in and all I could see were blurs of light or darkness.

“You will be like this most of the day as we go about doing some shopping. I will me leading you by the arm till we get to where we are going, do you understand?”

“Yes Ma’am.” I replied

With sunglasses added to keep others from knowing it was the contacts that had me blind we went out and did her errands. On the 3rd stop we walked in the quietest place I had been in for a long time. Being led around was intense as I am quite a control freak but this was like be blind and deaf.

I felt her take the blade from my hip that I always carried. She slid it along my arm.

“Do you trust me?”

“With my life, my heart and soul.” I replied.

“Good boy.” She replied as she began to cut my shirt off. The back of the blade sliding along my flesh as the sharp side sliced through the material like a hot knife through butter. The pants she took off me, but she cut the underwear off, deliberately flicking the blade across me balls. I felt exposed and being blind in at least dimly lit room I couldn’t see a thing.

I felt the blade at my throat as she pushed the back of my knee. Slowly I went to my knees as I heard a gasp in the room.

“Shhh.” Alice whispered “Let’s not ruin the surprise just yet.” She instructed

My arms were secured behind my back and my feet tied to something that felt metallic and cold. A scraping sound as something was being pushed across the floor toward me. The chills of anticipation ran wild through me as I was helpless to do anything but accept whatever Alice had dreamed up for me in her wicked erotic wonderland.

 

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Wither

Robert said he hates you, but he’ll try to explain.

I wish you would leave me , true joy would be never having to see you, anywhere ever again.

You are cold and your are biting,

Filled with a hateful frigid chill

Every time you chase away the one I truly love

with the most persistent skill

So perfect and so pretty, playing at lies of innocence, fake purity dressed in white.

Dancing in the darkness, covering all around you  with a blanket I despise.

When we both were younger on and in your blankets we would gently play

Now that i am older it just hurst me and will  never feel any other way.

Life has withered and is dying,

it simply can not show its self and joyously abound

Your darkness it eats the joy

And there is no good even hiding in your nights, when ever your still around.

We used to interwine our coats playing on the hills far from others sights

Over hill and dale, inseparable through every day and night.

You use to make me happy, you used to dance and smile

But now there is only numbness and a relentless desperate effort to once again beguile.

Someday i will leave you

And me you’ll naver miss

No last hello ,No first good bye

Not even a sad and fleeting kiss

One day when all with withered

One day when the one one I love is gone

I’ll disappear, far beyond your cold caress

And spend an endless summer on my lawn.

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Poetry is open to interpetation. Please feel free to do so with this one but know that i am fine and well. I simply have no time for winter any more.   Someday soon I expect during the season of wither you will find me in Scottsdale.

4 Days in the Life of Malflic

4 days in the life of Malflic

I try to share interesting events, perspectives or funny stories here.  This is kind of a little less varnished but reflects a single day in my life both work, relationship, and socially.

 

I only work Half Days

12:30am i wake up after having about 3 hours of sleep. I’m actually home in my own bed. The Chesty Blonde is awake next to me and on her phone.   She is either playing words with friends, or making or amending a list of everything she has to do in the coming days or weeks. Her calendar is worse than mine because it also includes all the kids things as well. Shows about forensic science and murder victims in on TV.  An evening ritual. It is always murder, sports or cooking.

Often i wonder if she sits there and plans how to kill me nightly on one of her lists.  Actually despite that concern i’m relieved it’s not a cooking show.

30 minutes later i abandoned the idea of sleep or conversation and head downstairs my pillow in tow.  I turn on death (different channel same type of show as before)  it allows me to have noise without making me think and spend 90 minutes by the light of the TV doing email, texting and what not with Europe and Asia.  

With business under control and an alarm set the phone goes back in airplane mode. It’s 2:30 am local time.

3:15 am =-I fall asleep on the couch sitting half upright.

4:56 am – i wake up 49 minutes earlier than i need to. Two minutes later the idea of sleep is again abandoned.  Both phones are turned on and plugged in to charge.

5:07… or so = after shaving and debating which of 4 available facial cleansers to use my mind drifts for a few minutes to how nice it would be to have company in the shower.  Thoughts of masturbation drift into my mind. An erection begins to form and then harden despite my conscious mind having become focused on the more mundane tasks ahead.

The hard on is undeniable, more than firm enough for any type of penetration and it’s literally not yet been touched.  i’ve not cum in over 3 days and in a millisecond give in to the urge for a quick orgasm.

The hot shower still cascading over me i began fantasizing about a mixture of a dream that literally woke from a good night’s sleep a few days earlier and a hand job a lover had given me a little while back. I switch to using a technique i had taught her rapidly edging my self closer and closer to a release. And just when it would be impossible to hold out any longer switched back to jerking off with a more traditional stroke.

Milking my cock for every bit of cum possible.  Noting that it is rare my orgasm is that intense without a partner. My legs twitch a bit. I wash off again, wipe down the shower and get dressed.   Already knowing those would be the last moments that anything sexual would be in my thoughts for more than a few fleeting seconds in the next three days. The rest of my life wouldn’t allow it.

5:25 i kiss the sound asleep and snoring Chesty Blonde forehead goodbye. She doesn’t stir at all. A win as she sleeps only slightly better than me and worries about everything far more.

5:30am the first annoyance of the day. I had opted not to use car service to and from the airport. A car has been left out for me as our garages are full due to both kids being back at home for a few months.  There was a hard frost on the windows. It was 17 farenheit out. I start the car, curse as i scrape the frost off the windows.  Instead of being in a new preheated 7 series BMW driven by Doug or Kyle i’m in youngest daughter’s 10 year old freezing honda accord.  Driving rapidly towards the interstate that leads to the airport the calls start before I’ve passed the 3rd house on my block.

5:35 am – An omnipresent bluetooth headset in my ear as i have a work friend tracking down people all over London who haven’t answered anything in seven months. When no one answers we immediately cut rank and have him go to the P&L owners up the food chain.  

6:15 am – all of heated conversation has been resolved. The last 10 minutes has been spent with car parked 50 feet from the door to the airport.  This lot is one luxury I won’t ever compromise on.  It saves me between 15 and 45 minutes each way on every trip. In my world time is literally money. Or more accurately it is money i am not making when not being productive and the one thing i will never get back.

This also; literally down to the minute is the time that was originally planned to leave my house by.

6:23 am – i am through the preferred security line and back on the phone with Europe and Asia.  Along the way I got to wish my favorite morning  TSA agents “Happy Holidays”. It is my last scheduled outbound flight of the year.  

There are probably too many US airports where i know many of them by name and they also recognize if not greet me the same way. Some Days they will be the only people I speak to that i know and see regularly that are not co workers.  

6:43 am – i wrap what probably is my 20th call of the day. The number is higher than usual based on who in the UK didn’t answer their phone and the urgency or my need for answers and commitments.  Looking at the insane line at Starbucks and the full services restaurant that was empty right next to it.  Contemplating how hungry i am (I’d not had a bite of food in 14 hours)  Much like my neglected carnal needs earlier that produced both morning wood and a shower hard on I decided to indulge again, this time my stomach and actually eat breakfast  Two eggs, bacon, potatoes, and toast with 3 jumbo american sized diet cokes was the winner

During the entire meal i make and take calls while doing email. These calls are longer and go well. All of the emails with needed information from during my drive have come in with proper signatures.  

The check is paid. That includes over tipping the waitress for keeping my drink filled.  

7:08am local time my first US call comes in based off a text sent earlier. It takes 4 minutes. By then the floodgates have opened and the US morning touch point and status updates have begun with relentless frequency.

Along the way I reply to texts on my personal phone from last night to my daughters and the Blonde.

Realize i had forgotten what day it was when texting with Alice the night before on when something was posting. Opting not to bother correcting it since it was not a critical date.

After 14 minute call with a staff member, upon being dialed via face time for a second time by a UK person i wrap the call i’m on and answer the international one.  

7:36 am The caller had never FaceTimed me before and i was bracing for bad news. A friend and peer had resigned a day earlier. It was not public knowledge so that could be the best bad news i had hoped for.  The caller had some serious challenges going on with her area of the business and was working 21 hour days for weeks to make things right. I suspected something there had worsened despite all the efforts.  Professionally speaking she is magnificent.  Instead of bad news it was her smiling face and she was obviously at home; Christmas  decorations in the background.

Her voice cheery, her mood happy and smile contagious. Rather than hello i open with “do you really want to see my face at this hour?”  

with joy she exclaimed  “Not at all but i have something to show you. Follow me!” and while on a video call she took off through her home. Outside on a clear sunny day in England. Outside was her new car. A beautiful German luxury number.  She gave a me a guided tour of it from bumper to bumper, from wheels to roof. All the features, all the interior details.  It was for me both very touching as well as a lot of fun.  She Let me share in her joy and excitement. And in a way that was very personal. We’d continue to chat and just catch up finally getting to business in the last few minutes.  

8:18 am – I text the Temptress for the first time of the day.

The calls don’t stop until i get the Jet shuts its door at 9:07, 12 minutes late.

9:23 am in flight wifi isn’t working, i start writing this post.

11:45ish my plane lands, 20 minutes late but I am surprised by a series of Holiday themed sexy Pictures from the Temptress. They were completely unexpected and a wonderful surprise.

I exchanged texts with her.  Sometimes, often actually i am amazed by the world.  

The Half day thing was a lie…the other half of my day

12:10 Life is like a NiN song.  My God Lives in the back of a limousine. Or a white Escalade as the case may be. The driver is at the door waiting.  My shades slide on. I continue texting from both of my phones and talking for the next 35 minutes.

12:45pm i am 15 minutes late for a meeting where everyone else is stuck in transit.   I’m mobbed at the door of the building by people i haven’t seen in awhile. It is a nice thing, they’re good people, yet I am late so do my best to be relaxed and un hurried. 

My lawyer spots me. She is not literally mine or solely dedicated to me. But unlike how I am with my partners where I share well and easily i am extremely covetous of her. You knew how negotiating a scene helps set boundaries and teach each other about expectations and establish trust.  Try doing what i do with an attorney that you don’t have that bond with. It simply doesn’t work and there are no safe words to call out.

She politely gets me aways from the others and moving toward a private meeting room.  We complete what should have been two hours of prep in 30 minutes.

1:15pm the meeting starts 45 minutes late.  We’re all friends and debate some radical things.  

I am unshockable but a rare case of a number that may become mine shocks the fuck out of me.  No one can tell but i have a rare moment of true doubt and ask myself is it too big if it happens. Moments later past the shock begin asking for data and analyzing what would need to happen before moving forward.  We will spend 3 days on this next month.  After 45 days of actual prep

1:55 i flirt a little with a friend from the last meeting.. It is harmless but she is attractive and well we get on well.  Others arrive and we go back to our professional selves.

2:00 the big group meetings of the day begin.  Most people will be captive for the next four and a half hours.  I don’t make if past the first hour before being pulled out to address more pressing matters.  This in and out occurs for 90 minutes until at 4:15 i flip a hotel room key my lawyer who is and other key senior people.   

After getting to my suite and setting up for the next meeting in a few quick minutes return texts from my personal phone to the Blonde..the Temptress and a former business partner.

2;10 pm i send a picture of the landscape outside to the Temptress.

5;27 the others arrive. We spend the next two hours and nineteen minutes reviewing each and every word on the first 17 pages of a 39 page document with the other party.

I dig in hard on several asks and pick a few fights. One time going too far and essentially making and individual use the business equivalent of a safe word for what i took as an insult of our capabilities.  

A day later we’d go at it hard again over the same point in person. So much so that he was shaking, furious and speechless for nearly and hour and would take another day before being civil outside of direct business negations was possible for him.   It’s the game, nothing personal.  There is a reason I am evil, I could twist Gandhi into a ranting militarized nut job if you’d let with a few well placed words.

Had i not been a dick it could have been better. Had he simply said look we need it for this reason i would have said yes. Instead of asking he tried to twist it, make me the reason we had to do something.  It was a blatant lie and i all but beat him to death with the point.  Additionally I as prepared to use the nuclear option, scuttle the entire agreement and walk away. We agreed based on the real reason it was needed.

7:55 pm I slide into a black Lexus for a short ride over an hour late for a large group dinner.

7:57 the Temptress texts me.  She had a bad day and my heart aches for her a little.

During the ride i open snap chats from the kids and reply having a mixture of 5 simultaneous conversations over three different applications.  

8:05 dinner hasn’t been served yet. In fact appetizers had just started for nearly 90 people.  Most of who had been there on time.  This did not occur because i was late but was poorly communicated the flow of events by the planners. 75 minutes later dinner would finally finish.

We move on to the entertainment portion of the day

10:05 pm i get a good night text and reply.

10:31 pm i arrive back in the suite after sneaking away.  The room is warm, dimly lit with a great view.  The big empty king bed makes me feel lonely despite having not been alone, at all in hours. And having been very connected to friends and loved ones digitally all day.   Still there was a sense of longing, a wanting an individual’s companionship.  I debate on whether or not to share that fact.

10:55 my mind is not going to slow down  at all. I haven’t slept well or much at all in nearly two weeks. I take a sleeping pill for the first time in almost a month.

It works like magic until about 4am the next day.  That day would be longer and run into the following.  That next night I would get less than 3 hours sleep and start work before 4am. Even for me it is extreme.  

The expected End Of the trip

It’s now two days later.  The routine minus the flights was even more demanding than the detailed day.  After a 12 hour day I would take a 45 minute ride (Black Acura for those counting cars). Have one last 90 minute meeting at the airport. Fly two and half hours home.

Get back in the old Honda. Drive to my house in an ice storm arriving by 10pm or so.  And well finish this post and was hoping to sleep, in my own bed, maybe even the entire night.   

There you have it 3 days in the life of Malflic. It is not all  fun and parties or sex and coffee. Sure i can’t do this forever but for now there truly is no rest for the wicked.

How it actually ended

I wrote the previous section literally as my plane was getting ready to land. Instead the world was frozen in Ice in a way far more severe than expected..  The drive to my house would have taken  4=6 hours; assuming the roads didn’t get closed.  The Blonde would book me a hotel by the airport before I was even off the jet bridge. One that i have stayed at often bin the last 30 years but never haven’t had sex at.  Actually I’ve been to an orgy at, several three ways and countless date nights.  this time I was alone.   

After letting everyone know I was safe my clothes were unceremoniously discarded, i’d sleep about 4 hours. Lie awake and watch road conditions and temperature on the news. Take the Shuttle, to the airport drive to my house in only 10 minutes longer than usual. Stopping for breakfast on the way.. everyone at home would still be asleep for two hours after I arrived.   Those hours were spent working.

After thoughts.

This is neither intended to be a brag about how hard I work or to elcit pity.  It is a fairly typical version of my life during busy times. Non busy times I get 4-5 hours of sleep a day which often includes a 30-45 minute nap during take off.

It is not a complaint. As i often say this is a life i have chosen. Lost in the minutia of the work sruff is the beauty; the ability to stay close to friends, lovers, my wife and my kids desite not being with any of them is wonderful.  Many more personal texts go on during  the other things depending on the day.