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swm artist/author in Fort Myers Florida (website http://www.dswilliams.com ). I work mostly in erotic art/fetish art with a little other stuff thrown in. I write erotica (have several books published) and poetry. I have just over 7 years in the lifestyle and have had relationships ranging from Master/slave to Daddy/babygirl and everything between. I think the dynamic between two people really defies categories. . .it is a much more fluid and changing thing. So I really don't have a 'perfect match' ideal. . . more just seeing where life takes me and what comes along. Each day is a chance to learn and grow. . . to try and force life or desire into a set of predetermined categories takes away the joy of the possibilities the day may hold for you. I added some of my art. . .not sure if it will show up in my photos. . .I do erotic art and commissioned works. Contact me for more info.

7/7/2009 9:14:13 AM: This is part 1, I will post the other two parts later tonight and tomorrow. . .hope you enjoy Annie and Her VeggiesBy David Williamsdswilliams.com For Annie, a trip to the market was more then just a shopping trip; it was a whole world of adventure. Grasping Daddy’s hand tightly she walked along with wiggling and twisting motions, suppressing her natural urge to skip as she was so happy. Her pretty sun dress swirled and twirled around her curvy body and she grinned as Daddy looked over at her gyrations. She had the form that was perfect for a baby girl. . .heavy breasts, a little plump through the ass for spankings, lots and lots of soft grab friendly curves, in all, a very perfect package especially when gyrating and bouncing in the summer sun. Each time she paused for a moment her gyrations continued on for a few seconds and that made her start to giggle. She liked being bouncy, especially when she saw Daddy grinning at her like he was. Day to day during the week she was sure to wear bras and clothing that minimized her bouncocity but not on the weekends. That was her time with him and she was allowed to be as bouncy as possible . . . well within reason. She was not permitted to get “out of hand” or she had to be corrected. Honestly, sometimes she got out of hand just for fun because she did so love when Daddy corrected her. He was watching her now, grinning at her excitement. She was grinning ear to ear and blushing just a tiny bit. Part of the fun of the market is that it seemed like anyone who looked at her bouncing seemed to immediately know what she was thinking and how much she really, really loved her veggies. The thought of everyone silently knowing what she was thinking made it amazingly titillating and made her so excited she wanted to run away at the same time she wanted to show off. It was very much fun. She bounced on, swinging Daddy’s hand wildly as she looked. She of course did not skip for that would be improper and she was always a very good girl. As she passed by the booths of the market she gasped and grinned at all the veggies displayed. For some, it was a banquet of tastes. . . Annie however, being a good girl through and through, loved her veggies even more then that. It is very important for a girl to love her veggies, she thought. Daddy sensed her excitement and let her hand go, staying near but allowing her to browse through the selection of wonderful possibilities. She grinned and blew him a kiss and shyly began to peruse the choices before her. Her fingers touching the veggies and her mind feeling simultaneously aroused, excited, and embarrassed. Mmmmm long cucumbers and zucchini, corn on the cob that was not too thick, strawberries to suckle, melons to squish, grapes to play hide and seek with . . . the ideas just made her head spin in excitement. So many wonderful things! She paused and picked up an ear of sugar corn. It was rather scrawny for corn this time of year, not nearly as thick as the bread and butter yellow corn. . . .Its wonderful white kernels though were crisp and full and as she ran her fingers over them, they were such a wonderful texture. Grinning she plucked several appropriately sized ears and put them in her basket. Next she moved to the cucumbers. There were some huge ones. There were some small ones for making pickles. Then she found the one she wanted. Holding it in her hand firmly she gave it a lil squeeze, it was very, very firm and just thick enough and just long enough. It was just right! It was like it was made just for her, just right in length and thickness with just a little curve to it. She blushed and looked at Daddy who in turn also began to blush just a tiny amount and began to laugh when he realized just what size she was looking for. As she began to feel that familiar tingle in her special places thinking of naughty things, she also felt herself blushing more. Grinning over at Daddy, still gripping the cucumber tight, she wrinkled her nose at him and he laughed. She placed the cucumber in the basket reverently and patted it lovingly. Daddy started laughing and people turned to look at him oddly. Shaking his head he winked at her . . . Annie so loved her veggies, it was sweet to see. By now, the thoughts in her mind were on the verge of feverish. She was glad Daddy had insisted on pretty pink panties today, without them she would be having some wetness issues dripping down her legs. She moved on to the next bin and saw a veritable plethora of grape choices . . . red and green and big and small. . . she ran her fingers across them, so firm and round . . . then she saw the perfect ones, bouncy round globe grapes. Nice and big and firm and juicy and when frozen, such wonderful treats! She began to giggle as the naughtiness of her thoughts grew and grew and her awareness of the people around her glancing at her grew. In her mind they all knew exactly what she was thinking and it was a delicious thought of showing off so brazenly. Somewhere there was music playing, some odd country song but it had a little bounce to it. She found herself wiggling slightly to it. Looking over her shoulder she saw Daddy leaning back and watching. She did a tiny little hip grind as she placed the grapes in the basket just for him. She swayed her ass just slightly and grinned. He got it, nodding he smiled really big at her. She bounced on to the all the choices before her. There were so many possibilities and she just felt like giggling hysterically as she was sure the old man next to her knew everything she was thinking. He definitely noticed her bounce as he kept staring at her when he thought she was looking away. Daddy was close at hand should she need protection so her courage was high and her sense of adventure in full swing. Glancing back at Daddy she noticed him lingering by a cooler unit looking at the juices inside. She turned back to him and then back to the veggies fast enough that her dress swirled up . . . she noticed with satisfaction that the man watching her nearly dropped his basket of goodies. She grabbed a pint of big juicy red strawberries, leaning forward really far to get the best ones and put those in her basket as well. As she looked up and smiled at the man. He half grinned, turned and put his basket down and left. She tried not to laugh out loud. Daddy was watching her, shaking his head and running his hand down his face as if to say “Oh god”. She giggled and shook her butt once at him and went back to shopping. There were really huge watermelons that she thunked just because she liked thunking them and hearing that ripe sound. She didn't grab the watermelon though, it was so big and she felt it would be overly ambitious of her to get one. Grinning she walked with great effort (so as not to skip and bounce too much and be the very model of virtue and good girliness) over to Daddy to see what he had found. 'All done?' He asked. She nodded and showed him her basket. He looked through it and nodded approvingly, pausing to tweak the grapes in a very suspect way. He looked at her right in the eyes and ran his finger over the skin, teasing it, making it erect, then pinching. 'Annie?' She snapped back to reality and grinned. Her panties were soaking. She kissed him sheepishly and twirled her foot back and forth and blushed even deeper red. 'So. . .I was thinking of some juice but the glass is so cold it frosts and I can't see in.' Daddy said. 'So open it up!' Annie grinned at her cleverness. 'Well then the juice might get warm. Hmmmmm. . .' Daddy thought for a second and then snapped his fingers in revelation of a new idea. Taking her by the arm he moved her back to the case and then, making a good show of discussing the contents of her basket again, pushed her back until her ass was against the incredibly cold glass. She stifled a squeal and bit her lip, her eyes shooting wide open. Daddy grinned and she new he was not done, that was the 'Oh ya. . . .Wait till you see what's next,' grin. Slowly, and with great care to not be noticed, Daddy drew her sweet, pretty sundress back up until her panties were against the glass. She shivered from the cold and the intense excitement of the naughtiness. Looking at Daddy, eyes pleading for both more and less at once, she saw him look at her with that special hungry look that made her weak in the knees. That look that said Daddy was thinking such dirty thoughts about her, such evil, nasty, naughty naughty thoughts that she would be shocked if she knew them all. Leaning forward he kissed her gently and then she felt his fingers pull down the elastic of her panties just enough for her bare ass cheek to be on the cold glass. She was shaking and biting her lip and so amazingly incredibly horny she could barely contain herself. 'Nope. . .no juice today.' He said and let the panties snap back up and dress fall down as he pulled her to step away. Her heart was racing a million miles a second. She couldn't believe how excited/scared/horny she was. She tried to say something but she couldn't even speak at that moment. 'Let’s go check out.' He said and led her to the clerk across the stall. On the way he added several heads of romaine, a green pepper, and an onion to the basket. She wrinkled her nose, those weren’t fun veggies. His look told her to shush and she grinned. Daddy liked yucky veggies . . . she grinned at him as his look told her he knew exactly what she was thinking. She looked down into the basket and saw all her wonderful veggies and all the possibilities they held for her. Standing there with her basket in her hands, she was fighting the trembling and shakes and trying to act casual, her excitement was very nearly the breaking point. Daddy was grinning and motioned for her to give the basket to the man. She shyly and dutifully handed it over and waited as the man took each item out and bagged it for them. She was suddenly amazingly aware what she had intended for each item as he took it in his hands and announced “three white corn” and she was sure that the clerk knew it all too. Glancing back nervously, she saw her ass print still on the fogged glass. She grabbed Daddy's hand tightly and looked back to the clerk who was holding up her perfect corn on the cob. 'Oh you'll really like this, so sweet and such a delicate flavor.' He said and she went deep pan red. She wanted to run but now Daddy's hand held her in place as the clerk finished bagging her veggies. She was past that fun giggly bouncy point and now she was just so exposed. It was delicious but terrifying. “Nice and firm kernels too. . .” She stifled a tiny gasp. 'Oh she loves her veggies.' Daddy said and her eyes shot wide open as though he had told the clerk every detail of her veggie loving. She was trying to casually slip behind Daddy but he held her hand and kept her right there in front of the man. He was chuckling as he gave her a hand pump of reassurance. “She just loves market day . . . gets all excited when we come here. Just so many delicious things to choose from.” She wanted to shriek. She wanted to scream out Daddy No! But she stayed quiet and turned several more shades of red and smiled a very worried smile. 'That's good. . .veggies keep ya happy and healthy.' The clerk replied and she would have taken off running had Daddy not kept her in place. She felt her pussy dripping, her panties soaking, her nipples aching and was sure everyone else could see her state of arousal too. “Good for you and make you feel so good too.” He said and gave her an innocent wink that she of course took completely lecherously. RUNRUNRUNBADTOUCHBADTOUCH!!!!!! Finally Daddy handed her the money to hand to the man. She shyly handed it to him and he gave her the change and she turned to go so fast she forgot her veggies. “Ma’am?” The man held the bag up and she took it and smiled thanks and then tried to turn to leave but the clerk asked them, 'No juice today? Saw you over there; we have some really good specials.' Her heart stopped. Daddy grinned and she glanced back at the cooler. She could still see the outline of her bare ass cheeks even though the fog had mostly reclaimed the window. She looked at Daddy pleadingly, she needed to run. “Got a great price on apple juice and it’s so sweet and cold, those coolers keep it really cold . . .” blah blah blah blah. . .he continued on . . . Oh my god . . . he must see butt print. Daddy always called her butt a perfect apple butt. RUNRUNRUN! Daddy Run! We Got To Run! 'No. . .No juice today. Maybe next time though. She really loves juice too.' He said, smiling as he held her in place and thanked the man and only then did he turn and they walked out of the booth and through the market He took the heavy bags of fresh veggies from her trembling hands. Annie was in a half daze the whole way, body on the verge of shaking, knees weak, heart racing, grabbing and holding Daddy's hand and arm with both hands. 'Yup. . .' Daddy said quietly to himself as they walked along. 'She sure does lover her veggies. . .' He chuckled and she felt her face burning in blush. She snuggled against his arm for assurance as they left the market for the day. Yup. . .Annie sure does love her veggies. . . My Book Of Babygirl Stories:http://app.fastshoppingcart.com/preview/product.sc?categoryId=5&productId=21 Babygirl Coloring Book:http://app.fastshoppingcart.com/preview/product.sc?categoryId=2&productId=22 _______________________________ 5/20/2009 6:09:33 AM: The DealBy David Williamswww.dswilliams.com She carefully poured the salt, mindful of that the line was unbroken and solid enough. That was vital; to make sure everything went to plan she had to make sure the circle was complete. The floor of her living room barely contained the 15 foot diameter circle of salt but it did, she had planned it out painstakingly to the last detail. The five candles were held tightly in holders so there would be no chance of them falling over once the ritual began. The wax of the candles she had taken three months to render. She had spent almost all of that time working her breasts with pumps until they produced enough milk to extract the fats from to mix with the beeswax to create candles made from mother’s milk. Adding herbs and oils, she had carefully created what she thought to be the perfect enticement. The salts were made of sea salt that she had wept into. Night after night she had induced herself to tears, weeping for the hope of this night. Carefully harvesting her sorrow, she had ground the salt into the finest powder and added silver dust to it for added potency. The last step was to take the powder and then mix it with her own blood, squatting over the bowl she had allowed the blood to drip from her until the whole was moist with it. Once dried she had reground it and saved it for this night, this special night. The air was heavy with incense and oils, like some far off Zanzibar market, it smelled of spices and things from another time. The lighting was subtle, that part was just for aesthetics. As much as she had planned this out, she wanted it to be perfect . . . needed it to be perfect. She only had one shot at it. Looking at the clock on the wall she saw it was almost time. Her whole body trembled with fear and excitement. Casting off her white bathrobe, she stood naked in the candle light and began to rub her body down with oils. She shivered at her own touch, her excitement making her flesh feel so alive. She smiled and chided herself for almost getting lost before even starting. Her hands slid so easily over her flesh as she oiled herself until she gleamed in the soft light. She paid special attention to her big tits, still leaking milk, they hung heavy and full. She squeezed each slightly so that she dripped milk down her belly. Rubbing it over her skin she felt the lips to her pussy, already dripping with her own excitement, the milk and oil making them frictionless to her touch. Masturbating furiously until her juices flowed freely, she began to rub herself with them as well, let the scent of her cunt mix with the oils all over her naked body. Looking in the mirror, she watched herself as she sunk her fingers into herself again and made herself cum, spreading her lips as she did so that it flowed down her legs. She smiled at the sight. She liked herself naked. She was no pixie waif, her body was all curves. As she looked at herself she realized she looked like sex. Glistening and dripping and fingers still stuck in her pussy, she looked like some fertility symbol standing in the candle light. She reached down and took up a journal and opened the pages with wet fingers. She left smears of cum as she thumbed to the right page, she didn’t care. The book had one purpose only and after tonight that purpose would be fulfilled. She read ahead and said the words over in her mind, practicing them to make sure the inflection was perfect. She had paid a high price for these words and the mentoring in their proper pronunciation. They had to be perfect, like everything else. The clock struck twelve and began to count of the midnight hour. At the third chime she began to chant. The words at first seemed empty and impotent. But as she focused and thought and felt, she could feel them taking form. She focused on her dripping cunt, the hunger she felt there, the feel of her flesh, the smell of her sex. She chanted until she felt the air crackling with energy of her own desire. Then as the last chime struck, she took a long sandalwood match and lit it, the flame dazzling in the low light as it sparked to life. She held it for a moment until the flame was stable and then moved it close to her right nipple. Chanting again she felt the flame burn her breast and she breathed through it, never ceasing the chant. Then she moved it to her left breast and again chanted as she felt her flesh burn. Then she slid it down her belly and across her shaved lips, the heat stinging her clit and labia until she could barely stand. Yet she never ceased the chanting, she kept the words perfect as she intoned the last of the incantation. Using the same match, she moved to the first candle. Whispering the chant now, she focused on water, the beginning of life. She lit the candle and the flame instantly burned blue. She was so happy she nearly cried out and broke the chant. Focusing she kept her wits and moved to the next candle. She focused on earth, the foundation. Touching the match to the candle she saw the flame a deep orange, almost brownish in color. The next candle she let her mind feel the air about her and the flame burned pure white. The second to last she thought of the flame itself, the fire, the power, the passion. It burned a hellish, crimson red. Then the last candle, she let her thoughts go. The power, the arcane, the magic, the void. She let her focus follow the lines of magic through the universe and the flame burned pure black. Her body was trembling, all her energy flowing out of her. She knelt down, gasping as she finished the chant. Barely able to stay up, she tossed the match to the side, well away from the circle and slid her free hand between her legs once more. “Flesh calls you.” She chanted anew. Her fingers clawed at her pussy lips until she winced in pain. “Pain summons you.” She pushed three fingers into her hole and fucked herself brutally. She was close to cumming again, she focused, had to hold on, had to stay with it to the end or all was for nothing. “I call you by name. Nithael, first fallen, first thrown down. Nithael, the seducer, Nithael, the defiler, Nithael, the first damned of god.” As she finished the chant, she let her orgasm rip free and swung her hand up sending a spatter of her cum into the air. The cum seemed to freeze there for a moment, the droplets sparkling, like diamonds in the air. Then the candles burned with a ferocious light, shooting upwards until it appeared the house would be engulfed in flames and burned around her. She was panting now like an animal, her hair matted with oil and sweat and cum, the book tossed aside; she was on all fours like a bitch in heat, growling as the light stung her eyes. Her cum seemed to explode silently, the droplets multiplying until a shower of sex splashed onto the floor. Then this puddle of sex seemed to writhe and undulate. The surface bubbling and boiling like some witches cauldron. She laughed and growled . . . everything was for this moment. He would come, he had to. “I abjure you!” She screamed and pounded on the floor with both fists. Then there was an explosion . . . the light so amazingly bright she was blinded. She thought she saw a figure crawling out of the puddle of cum. She thought she saw wings, as dark as midnight stretching outward. She could have sworn she heard a sigh of pure relief. And then everything seemed to spin and she collapsed, her body shaking with spasms, she screamed at the agony of electricity shooting through her. As all began to go dark, she saw him. His naked form standing within the circle, wings swept upward, his arms open, cock hard, mouth screaming silently. . . Then all went dark and she closed her eyes. As she opened her eyes, the room seemed to still be spinning. The candles burned with impossibly high flames and danced like they were alive. The pillars of fire seeming to writhe like nude bodies, the image almost seen but never defined, almost obscene but always unnamable. The salt all sent out showers of light, the flames reflected a thousand thousand times until they filled the air with a dazzling display. She took several seconds to get her wits about herself again and remember where she was and what she had been doing. When she did, she pulled herself up quickly and stared at the circle to make sure it was intact. “It’s solid.” A deep resonate voice said from within the circle. It was only then that she noticed that the air above circle’s center seemed to be a pillar of shadow. Darkness beyond what words could describe. More then the absence of light, it was the denial of light . . . deeper then anything she could have imagined. And from this shadow he stepped forward. His reddish skin glinting in the candles light, his black steel wings flexing and pushing at the invisible barrier around him. His eyes glowing red, his muscles flexing and tensing as she spoke. His cock bounced up and down with his speech as though directing him. “It’s all solid or you would not have woken up.” His voice was angry, hateful, patronizing. Yet, somehow it was also compelling. It was deep and resonant and sounded like the shadow looked. As he spoke she found herself almost caressed by the sound, even though his tone was angry, she felt taken by the sound of his voice, like it grabbed her and held her. Then his eyes flashed brightly, “Break the circle now.” His voice commanding and seemed to be many voices at once. She felt herself reaching out to brush away the salt. Then she caught herself and pulled back so fast she slammed into the wall behind her. Her breath was ragged, terrified, she couldn’t get her heart to stop beating so hard it felt like it would burst. Somehow, amidst the terror she found a tiny voice within herself to respond to him. “No.” His eyes burned lower now and he smiled and then threw his head back and laughed. Then fixing his gaze back on her once more her spoke slowly and firmly. His voice had the sound of baying dogs and screeching cats in it now. “Break the fucking circle now.” This time she found the voice faster. “No.” He smiled again and chuckled. Looking around the room he calmly took stock of everything he could see. “You don’t have what is needed to finish it.” He said mockingly. She stood. Now she smiled back at him and he paused, unsure of her confidence. “Yes, I do.” She said and took a deep breath. “Liar!” His voice hit her like a wave as he slammed against the circles barrier. The shock of his impact causing the air itself to flare up with arcane power for a second and then he pulled back. “I do.” She assured him. “You do not and you cannot keep me here forever. The candles will burn down and then I will fill your mouth with your own entrails!” He screamed and slammed against the barrier again. Again it held him and threw him back into the center of the circle. He growled and began to pace around the inside edge of the circle. She let him for a moment to see if he would calm down. “I have what you require, I have what is needed but you will not get it until I have what I want.” She said trying to sound calm and self assured. He eyes her suspiciously and drew closer. He sniffed the air and his eyes grew wide. “You?” He said in astonishment. “Yes.” She answered him, her voice little more then a whisper as terror grabbed at her soul. He smiled and stepped closer still, right to the edge of the circle. “You are my virgin?” He asked, his voice lighter, not as angry, almost playful. “Yes.” She answered him and gulped. The deal was set, it was done. “What terms?” He asked suspiciously, sure there must be some trick that was trying to be pulled. He had never, in all time passed, had someone summon him using them self as the sacrifice. He did not know what to make of it. Her voice cracked as she started to speak, she paused and took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She focused her thoughts and calmed her mind a little. Opening them again, she looked him in the eyes. “I have never found a man I wanted . . . one that could give me what I need. I know it’s not normal but . . . I have never found anyone I could give myself too.” “And what is it you need?” He asked his voice deep and sultry now. “What is it you require that would bring you to sell your own soul?” She was trembling but steadfast. She had thought about this for years and years. She had known for a long time this was the only way to get what she needed. What she dreamed about every night. What she had fantasized about since she was old enough to have fantasies. This was it, all she wanted. She leaned close to the circle and whispered. Nithael’s eyes narrowed as he listened and then his smile erupted into a laugh and he nodded. “Oh yes.” He said with a lecherous sneer. “I can definitely do that.” “Then that is my terms. Is the deal done?” She asked. “The deal is set and terms accepted. The deal is done.” He said and stepped forward, the circle yielded and he passed over the barrier. “The deal is done.” He growled at her with a hungry sneer. Her heart stopped beating for a moment with the realization of what she’d just done. The sheer immensity of it crashed in on her like a wave of understanding that what she had just agreed to. She wanted to cry but seeing him standing there waiting for her response, she knew she could not change what was done. It was, in the end, all she had dreamed of for years. It was what was meant to be. She opened her mouth to speak and he smiled an evil grin and suddenly the world vanished. It was replaced by nothing, not even nothingness. She was in a void of anything . . . a vast emptiness that was not even empty; it was just a lack of everything. It was not black but it lacked any light or color so her eyes told her it was black. It was not space and yet her senses could not fathom the truth of what it was so it filled her with the sense of space. She knew she was not standing. There was no sense of up or down and yet, her mind told her she was standing. She was just there, no where, but still there. The nothingness pushed in on her without weight or force and yet there without question. She was about to speak when his voice trickled into her mind. I am, to be sure, surprised by the offer and the terms. It was not sound nor was it thought. It was just there in her mind like she remembered it happening even though it never had. The words just formed and were there and she could remember the sense of fluidity to them. The thoughts were seductive, warm, aroused. To offer yourself as my sacrifice . . . I have to know why, it is thrilling me to know why. Tell me. The thoughts were not mocking and yet there was a tease to them. She knew he did not understand yet and she knew she had to make him understand to make sure the deal was kept according to spirit and terms. “I need it.” She said, the nothingness sucking in and devouring her words as they were said. Why? “I have to have it.” She said, so many times she had rehearsed what she would say and all of those words vanished now. Tell me. “I have always known that I need it. Since I was little.” More. “Men have stared at my chest since I was 13. . .Boys have been fools to get my attention . . . flesh is weak. . . “ Yes . . . more . . . tell me. “How could I give myself to that?” She asked, tears running freely down her face. So. . . “So. . .” Almost there . . . tell me. “I needed something more . . . I needed something more to give myself to. I knew it would be this. I always did.” She tried to breathe but there was no air and yet she did not feel out of breath. Then so be it. She heard a sound entering the nothing, a howling, rushing, tumultuous cacophony of pure noise. The sound of a thousand trains screaming towards her. She cried out in fear and pure release. It was happening. She knew it was happening now. Then be taken. The wind hit her so hard it was like a full body punch. She was flying in the air now, no floor, nothing around her, just air circling, grabbing, twisting and throwing her up, up up. She was crying hysterically and laughing at the same time. Her legs snapped wide open as she flew, the air pushing against her pussy lips, spreading her ass cheeks apart. Twin cyclones grabbed her tits and squeezed until she screamed and then she was swinging by her tits alone through the air, spun around and around, the grasp of the air like a vice. She was a frail dolly being tossed around by the whims of pure, powerful air. She felt not like she was flying now but like she was falling constantly. Her heart leapt into her throat as the sensation of falling made her scream in terror even though she knew there was nothing but air to fall onto. The wind snapped her legs wide open again and as she felt a hard cock of arctic air slid into her pussy, the icy air violating her and popping her cherry with one, long, slow, deliberate thrust. The air filled her and fucked her as she fell. She was screaming but the air did not pay her any heed. As she tried to suck in a lungful of air to scream more suddenly she could not breathe. She began to panic but could find nothing to struggle against. The air just would not enter her lungs. It kept fucking her though, harder and faster and deeper. The cold air filling her and ramming her until she felt everything spinning totally out of control. She could breathe suddenly and she cried out as she gulped air down desperately. She was cumming and crying and falling. Then she was not. She was encased. The nothingness now replaced by the everythingness. She was buried in cold, merciless stone. It was all around her holding her completely and totally still and motionless. She was helpless in its grasp, unable to move or shift or even blink. She was frozen in stone, the change from the falling to this so sudden her mind was reeling trying to grasp it. She was entombed. At first she struggled against it but the stone did not yield. It was not moved by her fear at all. It was merciless and unmindful of her panic. As she began to mentally scream she realized that she did not need to breathe . . . air was gone. She was full of stone too. As she tried to fight down the panic she felt her labia tickled by movement; a movement so slight that had she been able to move at all she might have missed it. But she could not so any sensation became so pronounced it filled her thoughts. Slowly, painfully slow, like mountains raising up or washing away, slowly a long, thick cock of smooth, ice cold metal began to pierce her cunt. It was painful it was so slow. Quarter inch by quarter inch it penetrated her, oozing into her. Spreading her so that her juices puddle and were drank by the earth around her. It fucked into her at a pace that nearly broke her mind. Then she felt it deep in her. It flowed and oozed and was burning hot. Magma flowing into her . . . she could not scream, could not move as the molten stone flowed deep into her cunt and filled every bit of her and then cooled fast. Like ice it became almost immediately, soothing but so filling, she felt she might rip in two. She was trembling without movement, her body filled with spasms of orgasm without any vent for the sensation. Paralyzed and at its mercy, she felt the stone begin to quiver. The vibration was slow to build at first and then ripped free. The world around her was in chaos, an earthquake shook through and the stone pressed and pinched and scraped and fucked her. Her nipples were pinched almost flat as the stone crushed. . . the stone filling her cunt shook with such force she was sure she would be torn asunder. Then her own earthquake answered and she came and came and wanted to scream but could not. She was held prisoner by the cold embrace still. Her mind was almost lost. Her thoughts were incoherent now. As the water rushed all around her it took her long moments to realize she could move. She was no longer able to resist the sensations that pounded her. She could not resist the elemental forces ravishing her. The water forced into her pussy and ass and mouth at once and fucked her three ways as she floated and drowned slowly in its sexual caress. The water was powerful as it fucked into her, filling and then emptying so fast her mind could not keep track of its movements. Her ass and pussy were fucked and freed and then fucked again, at the same time and then pistoning separately. She felt her tears mixing with the water rushing around her; she was part of the elements. She was water. She came and squirted into the whole, became part of the rush and the wave. Then it froze in an instant. The ice paralyzing, the teeth of the frost biting her flesh, chewing on her. Her nipples pierced by it, her labia chewed and mauled. She felt her flesh clawed and ravaged by the freezing ice crystals as the water had its rough way with her. She felt the ice slick from her blood as she was torn and cut by the ice. Then it slid into her, filled her, held fast she was prisoner again. She was pinned and held and helpless as winter fucked her bloody. She was lost. She was completely lost now. The warmth did not register for long, long minutes. Her eyes opened and the light was blinding. Then she felt the fire dancing along her flesh. The heat biting but not burning. The flames licked her flesh; they darted between her breasts and suckled her nipples. The sting shot through her body making her shake and tremble. She could no longer move. She lay there and burned. Her tears like a torrent flowed from her eyes. She suddenly found her voice and cried out great, powerful weeping sobs as she felt the flames penetrate her pussy, heard the sizzle of her own cum meeting the flame. She arched her back and came harder as the fire shot through her. Her flesh was pure flame now. She was fire. She roared like an inferno and screamed out in pure burning passion. The deal is done. Terms have been met. Her mind was silent, broken. She wept. Her body had been taken. She was free. One last element. Yes. Yes . . . one more. The void. Yes. Yes . . . the unknown . . . the void . . . the arcane . . . the nothingness. Yes. The floating. Yes. Eternal floating. Deal is done. Yes, deal is done. The terms met. Yes. She ceased to be. She floated and ceased to be. The nothingness took her and she was free from everything. She was part of the nothing. She was floating. Nithael smiled. He slipped into the nothing beside her and breathed in the scent of her. He leaned in and with a kiss, he took her soul. That was the deal. Those were the terms. The deal was done. www.dswilliams.com _______________________________ 11/13/2008 8:02:46 AM: The Bus By David Williams She stepped onto the school bus and peered into the shadows. It was even darker in here then outside, the long shadows of midnight making the inside of the bus seem somehow sinister. She had expected him to be here, he had told her to meet him here at midnight exactly and yet, she was alone inside the bus. She moved down the aisle until she reached the back of the bus and made sure the seat was dusted and clean. Her schoolgirl skirt wasn't in danger of getting dirty, the dark green plaid was almost impervious to stains but, the white satin panties under it and the white thigh high frilly stockings with the pretty bows. . .those were toast if dirt got them. Satisfied it was clean, she sat down and put her purse on the seat next to her and waited. After 5 minutes she began to fidget and at 10 she began to become annoyed. She peered out the window but saw only the other buses parked in the yard; she couldn’t even see her car from here. She took out the scrap of paper with the bus number written on it to make sure she was on the right bus and found the writing illegible in the shadows. Fishing in her purse she grasped her lighter and flicked it, her eyes stunned for a second and then adjusting. Yes, she was on the right bus. She looked around rather annoyed at what seemed like some miscommunication. Fishing in her purse again she withdrew her pack of cigarettes and took one out. For a moment she paused, knowing smoking was not allowed on public buses but then she laughed. Like who was going to give a shit, she was alone. She flicked the lighter again and placed the cigarette between her lips and drew a deep drag. The smoke got in her eyes and she sat back, blowing out a great cloud in the dark. The smoke writhed as though alive in the still air, the shadows almost giving it a life of it's own as it drifted. She took another drag and began to flick her finger nails together as she peered out the window, her patience rapidly waning. It was then she felt the bus shift and heard footfalls on the stairs. She looked up to the front and saw a figure entering the bus. It was him. She was about to say a wise comment about his timing when she stopped. He stepped up into the center of the bus and looked at her sternly, his arms crossing across his chest and his eyes narrowed. He was dressed in a grey suit and tie, the inexpensive type you see public servents wearing often... 'Miss Barnes.' He said in a low, warning tone. She was caught off guard for a second, not understanding the game yet but the tone of his voice and his purposeful steps towards her made her heart jump. Whatever the game was, it had started. 'Miss Barnes . . . are you not aware that smoking on the bus . . . smoking in any way by one of our students is strictly and totally prohibited?' He strode up to her and grasped the cigarette out of her hands and held it up to her face. 'Were you not aware of this rule young lady?' He demanded.She opened her mouth to reply and smoke billowed out. 'Ahhhh Ha!' He exclaimed and tossed the cigarette to the floor and stepped on it. 'You have been very naughty Miss Barnes. . . .This is grounds for expulsion!' He said with a haughty tone. 'I. . .' She tried to look innocent. 'I . . . was . . . holding it for someone else.' She said. 'Holding it. . . .' He rolled his eyes in disbelief. 'I hardly think so . . . you were smoking!' He accused. 'No. . .I. . . .' She stammered. 'Don't lie to me young lady, you're only making it worse on yourself!' 'I. . .' She began to pout. 'I'm sorry.' 'Too late for that . . . I’ll have to call your parents.' He waved away her pout. 'No!' She squealed. He turned away from her and began to make his way forward on the bus. 'Please sir.' She begged him and chased after. 'Pretty please . . . I can't be kicked out . . . pleaaaasseee.' She caught his arm and he turned to her suspiciously. 'I just can’t . . . I’ll . . . I’ll do anything to keep from being kicked out.' She gave him a smile and wiggled her head just enough for her pig tails to swing. 'I don’t know Miss Barnes . . . this is serious.' He contemplated her offer. 'And how am I to know you won't just go back and do it again as soon as I am gone?' 'I promise sir . . . I promise. . .' she gave him her best innocent girl smile. 'I'm sorry Miss Barnes . . . but you must be punished.' He stated flatly. 'Ummmm......' She tried to figure out what else to say. 'Unless. . . .' He let the word fade away in deep thought. 'Unless what sir?' She popped to attention. 'Unless we can handle this thing just between you and I.' He said, stroking his chin and thinking. 'Oh yes . . . yes . . . that’s it . . . just between us. . .' She clapped and smiled. 'I don't know . . . it’s highly irregular and. . . How am I to know it will stay between you and I?' He regarded her suspiciously. 'I promise, promise, promise.' She made the cross her heart motion. 'Just between us . . . anything.' He nodded and looked at her and squinted one eye a little more then the other and looked at her. She smiled and swung her pigtails and sweet and innocently as she could. 'You must understand . . . this is very . . . very, very serious.' She nodded. 'And the punishment must be serious as well.' She nodded. 'OK . . . this is against my better judgment but . . . we'll try.' She squealed and hugged him. 'Turn around now Miss Barnes.' He ordered her. She turned and he pushed her forward over one of the seats until her ass was sticking out. Reaching down he grabbed her skirt and lifted it up over her hips. She turned and looked shocked. 'You said anything Miss Barnes . . . second thoughts?' He asked and she shook her head no. 'Good.' He said and waited for her to turn back around. She leaned forward once again and felt his fingers playing under the elastic band of her panties, feeling the smooth satin material. Then he pulled at them, gently but firmly. Then the fingers of his other hand slipped under the waist band and he began to slide them down off her ass. As he pulled them over her ass cheeks, his fingers rubbed and tickled against her and he made approving Mmmm sounds. He pulled them down to mid thigh and then stepped back to admire her ass. 'You must understand Miss Barnes, I take no pleasure in this . . . this is strictly to help you understand the gravity of your transgression.' He said and she heard his belt being undone. 'This hurts me as much as it hurts you Miss Barnes.' She nodded and braced herself. The first strike was a trial swing, not that hard at all but it still made her squeal a little. The second one was much harder, the leather slapping across her bare ass cheeks and making her buck up against the pain. His hand grabbed her pig tails and pushed her back down over the seat and he struck a third time, hard and stinging across both cheeks at once. 'Don't you fight me Miss Barnes; this is for your own good. You've been very, very naughty.' The fourth slap was across just her left cheek so that the tip hugged into her crack and spread her open just for a second. 'Now take it like a good girl.' He said and struck the right ass cheek with a hard slap. She didn't struggle; his grasp was way too firm for that. The belt struck again and again and her ass was exploding with pain. The pain was causing her pussy to drip in hunger as he kept spanking her harder and harder. Each strike made her wetter and wetter, the burning in her ass making her wiggle and tremble. She was crying and trying to push back into the strikes as they landed until her legs began to buckle. It was brutal, hard belting; her ass was red and purple with welts rising on it. And still he did not stop. He kept her braced against the seat to give her another three whacks before allowing her to slump down. His breathing was ragged and a slight sweat beaded his brow. As he spoke, his breath was ragged and voice growling. 'Now . . . you see? You see what you've made me do?' He said caressing her ass. 'Such a pretty ass and I have to mark it and make you cry because you just cannot be good can you?' She nodded and said in a tiny voice, 'I'll be good.' 'I hardly think so.' He accused and then reached down between her ass cheeks and slid his fingers into her sloppy wet slit and penetrated her pussy. 'Look at this!' He said and fucked into her pussy with two fingers. 'Look at this! Even as you are getting punished. . . .You . . . you shameful little girl . . . you were thinking dirty things!' His voice ragged and filled with outrage. 'I'm sorry. . . ,' she pleaded. 'Not good enough this time. . . .Not good enough at all!' He said and then pushed her so she was actually over the seat, ass sticking in the air and legs slightly parted, held together by the panties around her thighs. 'I have never seen such a display. . .' He smacked her ass cheek with his open hand and she squealed. 'Never!' He slapped it again. She cried out and tried to move. 'Don't you move young lady . . . don’t you move an inch!' His hand smacked her ass again hard and then grabbed her cheek and spread her open. Her pussy was dripping wet by now and he rubbed her lips together up and down a few times. 'I am just shocked!' He slapped her other ass cheek with his other hand and then grabbed that cheek too and spread her wide open. 'This is just . . . just. . .' He was at a loss for words. She moaned as he rubbed her lips together, making the wet slipperiness ooze and drip from her. 'Just . . . just such a dirty, dirty, dirty girl.' 'Yes sir . . . I am . . . I am dirty.' She growled back in a hungry voice. 'Very, very dirty.' She confirmed. 'Yes . . . you . . . you wanted me to see this didn't you?' he demanded. 'Yes.' She nodded wildly. 'Yes.' 'You wanton little slut . . . you were trying to temp me weren't you?' She nodded even more wildly and ground her hips in his grasp. 'I'll show you . . . I’ll show you what little sluts get around here.' He growled. He let go of one ass cheek and then she heard the zipper, it was a sound that made her body tremble. Her ass, still on fire and her dripping pussy ached. Then she felt the head of his big cock against her quivering lips. He pushed into her with one long hard stroke until his cock rammed in full force and she squealed. 'Don't you squeal . . . the first time always hurts . . . this is what we do to sluts . . . this is.' He fucked into her brutally hard and she cried out. Her pussy was on fire and she was starting to cum. Each thrust made her body convulse and burn hotter. 'This is what we do to sluts.' he spanked her as he fucked her, his hand lighting up her ass cheeks as his cock rammed deeper and deeper and faster and faster into her pussy. She screamed and he grabbed her hair and pulled her back onto his cock harder. He was grunting and moaning with each thrust, fucking her so fast and so hard she could barely breathe. 'Little sluts get fucked!' He growled and slammed in hard. 'That what you wanted?' She couldn't answer and he didn't wait for one, he slapped her ass and buried his cock in even harder. 'This what you wanted?' He slammed his cock in until his balls slapped against her clit. She felt like her entire body was spilling out of her pussy. She couldn't stop cumming and her head was feeling dizzy from being drooped upside down and then being fucked that hard. She was feeling the bus spin all around her when he pulled his cock out and pulled hard on her pig tails. He pulled her up and then pushed her down to her knees in front of him. His suit pants were soaked from her pussy and his big fat cock hung out the fly right in front of her face, dripping her cum from the head. He pushed it forward and pressed it into her mouth and began to slide it in and out of her lips, the shaft was twitching and throbbing as he slid it into her throat. 'Don't scream.' he panted and slid it in until she couldn't breathe. 'Be a good girl . . . be good.' He growled and slid it back out until just the head was in her mouth. She sucked and tongued his cock as he face fucked her fast, his breathing ragged gasps as he neared orgasm. He tightened his grip on her hair until it was painful and then dropped his head back and groaned. His cum came in huge blasts, filling her mouth and then spurting out the sides. More and more cum spewed and oozed all over her . . . he kept face fucking her as he emptied his balls into her mouth and on her face. 'Dirty little girl . . . dirty. . .' He growled over and over. She sucked as much as she could, draining him and swallowing as much as she could get into her greedy mouth. Her own body as still shaking from orgasms . . . she could feel her cum dripping down her legs as his dripped down her face. Finally he pulled his cock out and kept it in front of her face for her to lick clean. He looked down at her and released her hair, allowing her to slump back onto the floor. Nodding, he reached down and tucked his cock back into his pants and zipped up again. He rubbed his hands together and picked up his belt, still breathing hard. 'I believe you have learned your lesson Miss Barnes.' he said and she nodded. 'I believe we can consider this matter closed.' He straightened his tie and coat. 'And this will stay just between us.' He nodded to her and turned to leave, walking slowly down the aisle and then out of the bus. She stayed there on the floor, slumped on the rubber mat, trembling from cumming for a while longer before standing and pulling her panties back up. Her pussy was so wet they were soaked immediately and she quivered at the feeling of wet satin rubbing all over. Another small orgasm rocked her and she closed her eyes until it was through with her. She pulled her skirt down and picked her purse up with a shaky hand. She made her way down the aisle to the stairs and then carefully stepped down and off the bus. She looked around but he was gone again. She paused and got her bearings and walked through the rows of buses to where she parked and then into her car. Looking back, she watched the dark buses until her hands stopped shaking and then started the car. Reaching into her purse, she took out a cigarette and her lighter and lit it and took a long deep draw. Somehow, it felt so much dirtier now; she enjoyed it so much more. She took another drag and french inhaled the smoke, grinning, hoping she'd get caught. _______________________________ 9/28/2008 8:01:32 AM: Burn Loving her was like loving fire She burned you from the inside out Her kisses were pure sweet want They tingling on your lips And felt warm all the way down All the way down You couldn’t say no You couldn’t say stop You knew what you were in for But like a moth to the flame You had to fly You had to get just one more kiss Each time tempting fate Each time closer and closer Until you combusted with passion Then you were lost You burned and loved Wanted and hungered You needed and craved She was like nothing you ever tasted before Nothing you could ever touch again She burned away my soul Leaving me just enough to ask for more And I loved every kiss Every lick of the flame Because loving her was like loving fire Damnation and salvation in just one kiss She burnt me to ash Left me a wasteland Burned from the inside out Her touches and kisses ravaging Until there was nothing left to burn And I was done, finished, incinerated, just ash And grinning from ear to ear Because loving her was like loving fire Getting burned was half the fun _______________________________ 9/28/2008 8:00:37 AM: Daddy Do You see Me? Daddy do you see me? Not just flesh Me The me inside The preciousness The playfulness All of me Daddy do you see me? The hope The love The girl within The woman without The shyness The naughty thoughts Daddy do you see me? Do you see all I am All I dream All I need All I crave Lace and ruffles Flesh and blood Kisses and desires Innocence and lust Daddy do you see me? The strength The vulnerability The giggles The tears The laughs The dark The sweetness The me in all I do Daddy do you see me? One question holding So many questions Daddy do you see me? Waiting, unsure, needing to hear Yes, Babygirl Yes, I see you

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