La Petite Mort
You know the sound of steel being pulled across a honing stone? That sound had always been one of my favorite sounds.
Such a clean sound that would send a chill of anticipation through my body; creating a rush of complete arousal that could never have been beaten. As the tip of the blade popped off the edge, making that sheen and grinding sound, I could feel my erection building. Allowing me the time to release my imagination and permit memories to flood in.
Well, that’s what she was supposed to become, but things went very awry.
We’ve all heard the adage that death is never dignified, right? I can’t say that about everyone’s, but I can say that for me, my death was definitely undignified and nothing more or less than simply effective.
Permit me to share this glorious tale of my own history…
Laying on her back on a coffee table, strategically placed on tarp was a very gorgeous, very curvy and very naked ‘mystery woman’ that I had only met three hours ago, courtesy of an online pick up site.
I should tell you that, from personal experience, be cautious of whom you meet online.
This ‘mystery woman’ wasn’t exactly a complete mystery. I knew that she was from ‘Punxsutawney’; her name was ‘Rita’ and she like to be cut during sex. Which worked for me, I liked to cut during sex, at least.
I digress…
Standing between her knees, I watched as the swell of crimson beaded in a perfect line as the blade split the flawless, ivory flesh of Rita’s supple thigh. My breathing became choppy and erratic as my own blood raced to my engorged cock.
As the surface tension broke a rivulet of life flowed leaving a red streak detailing the path of least resistance.
Now this wasn’t the first time I had done something like this, it was just the memory that aroused me the most.
She had told me about her fetish (if that’s an accurate description) while we were getting to know each other over drinks. Funny enough, she didn’t want to die. Guess what they say is true…be careful who you meet online.
Up to this point, I had been making small, superficial cuts following near the blue lines only crossing once…oopsie! The blood would swell and flow from the small cuts, but never run the way I wanted.
The push of the blade and shot of the plasma geyser as each heartbeat pumped the fluid through and out my personalized openings always created an animalistic desire that I could barely control. The feel of the warm, sticky lifeblood landing on my bare chest, stomach and face; Feeling the droplets as they moved down my body, coating my barely there manscaping, pooling on my scrotum and around my penis like a languid pool of desire.
My penis twitched, again, coming to full arousal. Rita saw this and began panting, begging me to take her. I rose from my kneeling position smiling as the proverbial cat with the cream. It’s so sexy when your vict…um, lover begs for you.
Caressing each of my slices with the tip of my dick as I worked to her head: a nearly clotted line on her round thigh, a seeping cut on her belly then a wide, puckered slice across her breast.
“Fuck me til I die, Morty!” She screamed reaching for me.
Morty? Who the hell is Morty? Oh, yeah. Never mind, that’s me, sort of. Hey don’t judge, you have to protected yourself online.
“You will die, Rita, one way or another.” Caressing her unmarred breast with the gleaming edge of the sharpened steel.
Le me make something clear, I didn’t particularly care for sex. However, there is something about the feeling of a hot, wet pussy (or a tight asshole, for that matter) clamping around my pistoning cock as its owner fights for its life. That feels so damn good!
“Oh, Morty, baby, stick me with your hot blade.” She begged.
My mind had to catch up, I thought she was getting ahead of me; turns out she was talking about my cock and not my knife. Getting ahead of myself, now.
Standing above her, I peered down my blood speckled body and watched as a few unruly drips landed on her face.
“Patience, love. I’m not quite ready.” I soothed.
Rita stared wide-eyed at my erection, smiling broadly and licking her lips, “Could have fooled me.” Without ceremony Rita lifted her head and plunged my rock hard member into her scorching, moist mouth.
Holy shit! She had a magic tongue. Such a waste, really. Ha-ha! NOT!
I forcefully, grabbed a handful of hair, thrust my cock deep into her throat and immediately popped my helmet from between her blood smeared lips, allowing her the option to cough, “Easy, Rita. Here’s my plan,” releasing her hair and bending to look at her face. “I’m gonna roll you over, tie you down and slice you ass as I slam my cock into you tight, dry hole.” Standing over her again, “How does that sound, baby?”
Even the low light of the room couldn’t hide the sparkle in her eyes. They kind of looked like the moon’s reflection in the puddles outside this cockroach no-tell room we were in.
“Yes, master, please, please.” She begged as she flopped onto her belly, quicker than a blink. Someone’s done this before.
I set the knife under her chin and set about to tying her down. As I bound her ankles I allowed myself the opportunity to look at the large, alabaster orbs of her apple shaped end. My cock jerked violently at the realization of her unscarred ass. Her ass was a blade virgin!!! Sweet Mother!! I must have been a good boy in my last life.
My hand trembled with the desire to reach out and touch those perfect, ivory mounds. I abstained, afraid that I would spill my load before I could enjoy myself.
Rising carefully I moved slowly, again, to her head; this time not just to retrieve my blade, but to install the last piece…a ball gag. We don’t want to disturb the neighbors.
Grasping the nine inch polished implement by its custom designed hand carved phallic shaped cherry wood handle my fantasies were set asunder by Rita’s sensual wriggling as she thrust her glorious, virgin ass in the air by way of invitation.
“Are you ready for us, Rita?” As I playfully stroke my prick, running the head across her face. I took her muffled moans and rolling eyes as an affirmation.
“Here we go, baby. Hope you’re ready to die.” Slowly walking around her watching as her flesh would prickle and come to life as the tip of my impatient lade danced down her silhouette.
I positioned myself behind those beautiful cheeks, watching as lace thin lines of life’s juice began to form across her pure, fabulous derriere.
“Rita, do you know what the French call an orgasm?”
My cock began to seep as I entertained my next move.
Her moan brought me out to reality. Turning the blade around, I placed the tip of the cherry wood helmet against her sopping, wet gash, poised and ready.
“The French call it, la petite mort,” pressing the tool forward to enter her cavern, pulling back and removing the tool, “Are you ready, mon petit fou, for your death?”
Without waiting for any response, I spun the knife around blade first and plunged it helm deep into her opening, immediately feeling the glorious wash of blood as it coated my hand and landed in artistic arrangement on the tarp below us.
Rita writhed, moaned and screamed into the ball gas as I blitzed her snatch.
“Prepare, Rita, dear, here I come.” Steadying on my knees I replaced the blade with my cock. The feeling of her destroyed pussy reminded me of my first sexual experiment in the cooler of my father’s butcher shop where he found his innocent, eight year old son with his baby erection buried into a ten pound log of his best ground sirloin. Boys will be boys. Right?
I pulled out of Rita’s, um…pussy and slammed into her tight, constrictive asshole.
Completely lost in my own pleasure I was unaware of the door flying open, a man screaming at me as he crossed the room wielding the largest wrench man has ever wielded.
As I climaxed and felt the spunk sell my cock to exit and fill her bleeding hold, something not-so-good happened. The man, a.k.a. Rita’s husband, pummeled me upside the head. Multiple times; to the point that my face shared a texture and appearance with my father’s ground sirloin and Rita’s box.
The silver lining, he provided me with my first…and well, only…La Grande Mort.
Like I said, ‘be careful who you meet online’.
Though my death was not very dignified, it was very effective.
And what a way to go!!!
< Fini >
Such a clean sound that would send a chill of anticipation through my body; creating a rush of complete arousal that could never have been beaten. As the tip of the blade popped off the edge, making that sheen and grinding sound, I could feel my erection building. Allowing me the time to release my imagination and permit memories to flood in.
Well, that’s what she was supposed to become, but things went very awry.
We’ve all heard the adage that death is never dignified, right? I can’t say that about everyone’s, but I can say that for me, my death was definitely undignified and nothing more or less than simply effective.
Permit me to share this glorious tale of my own history…
Laying on her back on a coffee table, strategically placed on tarp was a very gorgeous, very curvy and very naked ‘mystery woman’ that I had only met three hours ago, courtesy of an online pick up site.
I should tell you that, from personal experience, be cautious of whom you meet online.
This ‘mystery woman’ wasn’t exactly a complete mystery. I knew that she was from ‘Punxsutawney’; her name was ‘Rita’ and she like to be cut during sex. Which worked for me, I liked to cut during sex, at least.
I digress…
Standing between her knees, I watched as the swell of crimson beaded in a perfect line as the blade split the flawless, ivory flesh of Rita’s supple thigh. My breathing became choppy and erratic as my own blood raced to my engorged cock.
As the surface tension broke a rivulet of life flowed leaving a red streak detailing the path of least resistance.
Now this wasn’t the first time I had done something like this, it was just the memory that aroused me the most.
She had told me about her fetish (if that’s an accurate description) while we were getting to know each other over drinks. Funny enough, she didn’t want to die. Guess what they say is true…be careful who you meet online.
Up to this point, I had been making small, superficial cuts following near the blue lines only crossing once…oopsie! The blood would swell and flow from the small cuts, but never run the way I wanted.
The push of the blade and shot of the plasma geyser as each heartbeat pumped the fluid through and out my personalized openings always created an animalistic desire that I could barely control. The feel of the warm, sticky lifeblood landing on my bare chest, stomach and face; Feeling the droplets as they moved down my body, coating my barely there manscaping, pooling on my scrotum and around my penis like a languid pool of desire.
My penis twitched, again, coming to full arousal. Rita saw this and began panting, begging me to take her. I rose from my kneeling position smiling as the proverbial cat with the cream. It’s so sexy when your vict…um, lover begs for you.
Caressing each of my slices with the tip of my dick as I worked to her head: a nearly clotted line on her round thigh, a seeping cut on her belly then a wide, puckered slice across her breast.
“Fuck me til I die, Morty!” She screamed reaching for me.
Morty? Who the hell is Morty? Oh, yeah. Never mind, that’s me, sort of. Hey don’t judge, you have to protected yourself online.
“You will die, Rita, one way or another.” Caressing her unmarred breast with the gleaming edge of the sharpened steel.
Le me make something clear, I didn’t particularly care for sex. However, there is something about the feeling of a hot, wet pussy (or a tight asshole, for that matter) clamping around my pistoning cock as its owner fights for its life. That feels so damn good!
“Oh, Morty, baby, stick me with your hot blade.” She begged.
My mind had to catch up, I thought she was getting ahead of me; turns out she was talking about my cock and not my knife. Getting ahead of myself, now.
Standing above her, I peered down my blood speckled body and watched as a few unruly drips landed on her face.
“Patience, love. I’m not quite ready.” I soothed.
Rita stared wide-eyed at my erection, smiling broadly and licking her lips, “Could have fooled me.” Without ceremony Rita lifted her head and plunged my rock hard member into her scorching, moist mouth.
Holy shit! She had a magic tongue. Such a waste, really. Ha-ha! NOT!
I forcefully, grabbed a handful of hair, thrust my cock deep into her throat and immediately popped my helmet from between her blood smeared lips, allowing her the option to cough, “Easy, Rita. Here’s my plan,” releasing her hair and bending to look at her face. “I’m gonna roll you over, tie you down and slice you ass as I slam my cock into you tight, dry hole.” Standing over her again, “How does that sound, baby?”
Even the low light of the room couldn’t hide the sparkle in her eyes. They kind of looked like the moon’s reflection in the puddles outside this cockroach no-tell room we were in.
“Yes, master, please, please.” She begged as she flopped onto her belly, quicker than a blink. Someone’s done this before.
I set the knife under her chin and set about to tying her down. As I bound her ankles I allowed myself the opportunity to look at the large, alabaster orbs of her apple shaped end. My cock jerked violently at the realization of her unscarred ass. Her ass was a blade virgin!!! Sweet Mother!! I must have been a good boy in my last life.
My hand trembled with the desire to reach out and touch those perfect, ivory mounds. I abstained, afraid that I would spill my load before I could enjoy myself.
Rising carefully I moved slowly, again, to her head; this time not just to retrieve my blade, but to install the last piece…a ball gag. We don’t want to disturb the neighbors.
Grasping the nine inch polished implement by its custom designed hand carved phallic shaped cherry wood handle my fantasies were set asunder by Rita’s sensual wriggling as she thrust her glorious, virgin ass in the air by way of invitation.
“Are you ready for us, Rita?” As I playfully stroke my prick, running the head across her face. I took her muffled moans and rolling eyes as an affirmation.
“Here we go, baby. Hope you’re ready to die.” Slowly walking around her watching as her flesh would prickle and come to life as the tip of my impatient lade danced down her silhouette.
I positioned myself behind those beautiful cheeks, watching as lace thin lines of life’s juice began to form across her pure, fabulous derriere.
“Rita, do you know what the French call an orgasm?”
My cock began to seep as I entertained my next move.
Her moan brought me out to reality. Turning the blade around, I placed the tip of the cherry wood helmet against her sopping, wet gash, poised and ready.
“The French call it, la petite mort,” pressing the tool forward to enter her cavern, pulling back and removing the tool, “Are you ready, mon petit fou, for your death?”
Without waiting for any response, I spun the knife around blade first and plunged it helm deep into her opening, immediately feeling the glorious wash of blood as it coated my hand and landed in artistic arrangement on the tarp below us.
Rita writhed, moaned and screamed into the ball gas as I blitzed her snatch.
“Prepare, Rita, dear, here I come.” Steadying on my knees I replaced the blade with my cock. The feeling of her destroyed pussy reminded me of my first sexual experiment in the cooler of my father’s butcher shop where he found his innocent, eight year old son with his baby erection buried into a ten pound log of his best ground sirloin. Boys will be boys. Right?
I pulled out of Rita’s, um…pussy and slammed into her tight, constrictive asshole.
Completely lost in my own pleasure I was unaware of the door flying open, a man screaming at me as he crossed the room wielding the largest wrench man has ever wielded.
As I climaxed and felt the spunk sell my cock to exit and fill her bleeding hold, something not-so-good happened. The man, a.k.a. Rita’s husband, pummeled me upside the head. Multiple times; to the point that my face shared a texture and appearance with my father’s ground sirloin and Rita’s box.
The silver lining, he provided me with my first…and well, only…La Grande Mort.
Like I said, ‘be careful who you meet online’.
Though my death was not very dignified, it was very effective.
And what a way to go!!!
< Fini >