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The Horseman
Not every night is blissful sleep. Their are those dreams we call nightmares and some we call revelations. I post them all. The following is not for the faint of heart and has no erotic plot. You’ve been warned.
The Horseman:
My consciousness slowly drifts back into by body, my husk or shell that hides my inhumanity within. My dreams are the only thing that are truly my own. In my mind I am my rightful self in my truest form.
More of my senses are slowly collected, eye lids heavy with restless sleep, copper taste in my mouth from the previous night, the silence is almost startling, but fails where the smell of smoke fills my nostrils.
I’m awake in an instance, defensive reflexes kicking in, adrenalin pumping through my veins heightens my awareness, washing from me any remaining tendrils weariness. Fight or flight, our survival mechanism at its best, and I was always taught the best defense is a good offense.
A quick survey of my surroundings reveals my own residences and sanctuary, but with enough small details missing or out of place to make the hairs rise on the back of my neck. The air is charged with untapped energy only fueling distrust.
A second look puts my chair, stool, dresser, night stand and all other furniture in their rightful place. The smoke is thick restricting many details of the layout and putting the far wall out of sight.
Faint is the sound of heavy hooves clopping, they increase on volume and pace as they near me. The instant I hear the cry of the horse and the cracking of wood, I dive out of its path as it crashes through the far wall, skids to a halt in the middle of the room.
The flames barely visible through the dense smoke, give the horse and it’s rider an imposing dark silhouette. The horse shakes off the dust, soot, and splinters, and I hear the rattle of the horse’s and its dark riders armor. It’s snort that follows is of utter contempt, the horseman silent, but his eyes… they glow a faint crimson.
I’m to my feet at once, darting here and there, scrambling for an exit, shelter or some thing to defend my self with. The doors are sealed, their bronze handles melt away before my very eyes! The horseman dismounts, spurs jingle on the hardwood floor, and as he turns and starts toward me. I know I have little choice besides confronting him.
He swings and I dodge, I try to size him up with each strike, but his speed and strength increase every attempt. It doesn’t take long before I reach the limits of my reflexes, and I’m caught by a steel plated elbow. I slam into the wall, both from the blow and an inhumanly fast hand not so gingerly placed around my throat. I quick right to the lower left side of my ribs, sends pain signals telling me he broke a rib or two, but others are telling my I have been stabbed. As he draws his iron clad fist back again I see the spiked knuckles on his gauntlet, dripping with my life essence and shining like rubies.
A second strike to my left chest, repeats the signals and I watch when he pulls back, as the flesh pulls away till the little barbs pop free. I struggle for freedom and a foolish attempt at a head but leaves my eyes blurt and a blood splatter on his helm.
I hear him chuckle a familiar haunting laugh, then with a flick of his wrist and the will of his arm, I am flung away from him. Shards of broken wood beams rip open my right shoulder and arm as I pass through the hole in the far wall.
A hit my earthen landing hard, tumbling across the garden behind my home. My progress is halted be the solid stump that I use to split logs. My mind is quick to remember its use and that the tool used with it should still be firmly set in its top. I quickly realize my mind maybe fast but the my bodies strength is fading fast.
I’m on my feet and pry the axe’s edge from the tree’s grip. I turn just intime to see the horseman leap from the edge of my room, unsheathing his sword midair, and come crashing down on me. I parry his falling swing to my right, taking up a fighting stance, and charge him head on!
His swings are powerful and fast, but his style is unusually predictable. I’m timed in perfect synch with him, but know if he continues on his path of increasing strength and speed that I will not be on the offensive, not even able to hold my own.
My theory is tested in the next seconds as steal, blood, and bone clash in a furry of hatred and survival. His blade cuts into the edge of my axe head and twists it from my hands, and his backstroke grazes my abs.
I turn to run, heading for the underbrush of a thorny vine growth. The little razors tear through my flesh as I scramble for my life.
I feel the nauseating feeling of being on a roller coaster, and think to my self “what a perfect time to get sick”. But as I look down to wretch, I’m disturbed by what my eyes behold. I realize the grazes to my midsection was a lot deeper than my adrenaline drugged body had registered. The barbed vines have caught and assisted in evisarating me. I fall to my knees seeing my guts stretched out and tangled in a twisted mess of green and red. No happy holiday thoughts cross my mind and I am startled by the sounds of the horseman starting to chop his way through the over growth.
It doesn’t take long and he’s apon me
again, picking me up by the back of the neck and turning to drag me back out. I’m in my own little hell of excruciating pain as my internals are turned external and ripped and torn from my dying body.
He drapes me over the chopping block, and my mind starts to wander who this dark rider is. This demon capable of inhuman atrocities and which of my own he has sought me out for.
As if he could read my mind, he slowly starts to remove his black, horned, blood stained helm, and answer my question. My mind races, I can’t believe my eyes, it can’t be possible, some sort of a trick or have I completely gone mad?!
I know the features of his face very well, every curve and detail is scared into my memory. His stupid grin at knowing how confused I am, the scares and the stubble are all too familiar. For I have stared at this face for years, yelled at it, screamed its name, and watched all it’s pains and fears trickle down its cheeks in tears.
Yes I have see it through the looking glass at every glance, and as if the end my mystery and put my mind at rest he raises his sword once more. I marvel at its beauty and the inscription on its broadside is as if it’s speaking to me.
The edge plummets down between my brows, crushing my nose, and relieving me of all my pain and discomfort. As the edge is lifted I can’t remember what I was thinking, and find my self bewildered as my right eye stairs into the darkness of my left, and my left into my right. Quickly the darkness consumes me.
I wake covered in sweat, in a fit of a rage fighting mad! I quickly realize it was only a dream but I can’t shake the feeling of feeling different. I have always heard that if you died in a dream that you actually die. But what if one of your personalities kills another, does part of you die in that dream. These thoughts haunt me as do the lingering words inscribed on the sword - “Behold, now I am become Death, destroyer of worlds…”
First Tail – Written and divided into small paragraphs so it could be sent throughout the day via text messages, in hopes of turning on the right young lady. Enjoy…
It all started so innocent, just a couple of friends, still new to each other on a couch watching a movie. Popcorn is made, the drinks are poured and the lights are dimmed. He can’t help but notice she is dressed to impress and he can’t keep from stealing glances when he can. Their hands blush when the popcorn gets low in the bowl, and he can’t help but marvel at the softness of her skin… With only a lil help from the alcohol to get his mind going, images of her in the throws of passion flash threw his head at break neck speed! He hears a soft moan come from her, and clears his throat in an attempt to calm him self for he thinks he’s hallucinating and then sees her straighten up, he realizes it’s a romantic scene in that has gotten to her…
But before his mind can even delv into the dark depths of his wicked fantasies, the movie frightens them both and she ends up shivering in his arms, tears in her eyes. He revels in how soft and yet firm her body is as she is molded into his side for a since of protection. As the action dies down on screen neither of them part, as she is enjoying the warmth and support of his body with that strong arm wrapped tightly around her. As the film progresses so does the alcohol on their inhibitions. As they nestle in each others arms he slowly gradually relaxes sliding back and as the picture nears the end the two are cuddled with her laid out on top of him…
The couple are plunged into darkness when the credits roll and the scene blackens! He can hear her elevated breathing, and feel her chest rise and fall on top of him, fueled and heighten from the passionate love scene at climax of the flick. He realizes his hardness is jabbing it self into her stomach, and he would be embarrassed if it were not for the look of pure desire in her eyes, that look of pure hunger that he could see right inside and watch it ravaging he soul!
He slides his hands to the sides of her breasts and pull her up to him. As their lips touch, they share on of the most mind blowing kiss of their lives! Lips pressed together tongues slip between each other’s lips and mingle together exploring the mouth of this new sensation. His hands have never left the sides of her breasts and he stars to treat himself to a feel as she moans her approval into his mouth. He kneads and gropes her chest driving her into a bigger frenzy, as she grinds her mound into his leg and can feel his throbbing erection against her thigh. She wants more from his attentions and sits up only long enough to pull her blouse off over her head and before she even has it all the way off, like lightning his mouth is upon her lace covered cleavage. He plants kisses from swell to swell and then focuses his attention through the material. I the back of her mind she is glad she chose this article of clothing tonight, although it doesn’t have any lift like her other push-ups, the lack of underwire and then material hold her tits in place and is now driving her up the wall, as she feels his warm wet tongue passing over her nipples.
He still can’t get enough, her perky lil nipples are straining to poke a hole in the fabric, and as he sucks one in he prays it does. She’s straddling him, full on dry humping his tented pants, and she still wants more, lots more! His hands leave the sides of her mounds and their explorations just long enough to reach up and slide the straps of her bra off the sides of her shoulders. In that moment he is stunned, mesmerized by the sight of these beauties for the first time. He watches as the cool night air sends a wave of goose bumps across, tightening the areolas making them crinkle and those lil nubs stand up on her chest. She is worried when he stops, and looks down to find him star struck, she is a little embarrassed, and a lil proud at the same time, but those are but fleeting moments as she grabs the back of his head and urges him to continue her pleasure.
With a hard nipple in his mouth, his teeth graze, pinch, and his tongue flicks for all he is worth as his hand finds its sister and begins to twist, pull and roll it between its fingers. He grabs it with thumb and middle finger, and squeeze and tweeks it slightly, then with his index finger he slowly rubs the tip. At the same time he mirrors the process with his teeth, lips and tongue. She cries out in ecstasy and clutches the back of his head, she has never heard of having an orgasm from mere tit play, but she guesses if its possible than this is what its like. His free hand slowly roams around her back and starts its decent south. It passes once over her skirt, gripping her tight ass cheeks, and then down the back of what he realizes is a very smooth thigh. It enjoys its time on the softness of her thigh then even more slowly like a lion stalking its pray, afraid of scaring it off, it begins to raise back up her back side slipping under her skirt as it goes.
She feels his rough callused hand as it slides up her bare ass cheek, feel him squeeze and tease as he goes, and then settles at the top of her butt where the three small pieces of string come together. Switching his ministrations from one tit to the other, she growns out another tit-gas, as his other fingers trace the middle string back down her back side, and as they graze over the top of the thin cloth as it starts to widen, she can’t help but flinch and twitch! It’s as much as she can take, it’s all too much and she has to get at that throbbing hard prick teasing her neathers. She pulls away reaches down and grabs the top of his pants tears the button off as she opens them and forces the zipper down, as she begins to slid down his body she pulls the waist band inside down and it springs out, hitting her high on the stomach and working its way up between her tits as she continues down. He’s as solid and unmoving as the statue of Michelangelo’s David, but obviously a lot better endowed, his eyes almost bug out of his head as he presented with the sight of his hardon sliding up through her cleavage, and with a boob on each side he watches as her head tilts down and her tongue touches his crown.
Her soft hands still squeezing the base, her tits surrounding the shaft, she licks the tip ever so slowly, savoring the drop of precum that has formed in the lil slit on the head. She slowly lowers her body a lil more and he feel her breasts press down on his thighs and wiggles his way out of his pants. Her nipples scrape along his toned muscular legs, as her tit sway with the motions of her hands beginning to stroke up and down his cock, and her lips slide around its fat head. He watches the swollen purple helmet slip between her lips, as her rhythm starts to set in on the long tedious up and down grasp of her soft hands. He wanders to himself how long he can last out under her perfect tongue and touch, but he knows it can’t be long and worries what to do when the point of no-return hits him. Her pace is steady and her grip is firm, she slathers her tongue all around the underside of his shaft, and she drags her teeth every now and again to add to the sensations.
His question will be answered soon as he feels the rumble from need in his balls, he lets out a warning, letting her know that he is close, and fully expects her to move. She has other plans and mind and only tightens her grip and quickens her speed, he’s in a panic now, he can hardly speak and is trying to warn her of her impending fate to no avail! She merely smiles around his pole as she knows hes worried and frantic now, and she can feel the tail tail signs of his cock pulsing and his sack tightened up. He screams out his orgasm, throwing his head back, eyes glazing over, and he finally gives in and releases his seed into her mouth. To his surprise and her content, she greedily swallows down every tasty gulp, forcefully milking the shaft getting every last drop, only to be surprised and amazed that he is still as hard as cold rolled steel!
Now satiated in his orgasm, his hunger for her body returns with titanic force, and grabs her legs rolling her back on the couch, spread out for his overlooking gaze. She sees the fire in his eyes, knows she is in for a memorable night, and still has a salty taste on lips as she licks them. He croutches down infront of the couch, starting with her feet he kisses and licks his way all the way up the inside of her outstretched leg, and when she can feel his breath on the crotch of her panties, he pulls away and repeats on the other leg. When he hones in on her warm wetness for the second time, he has no intention of leaving till he has returned the favor tenfold. He slowly licks the outer mounds, taking in her scent, and wetting his appetite on her moist almost dripping panties. She was on the verge of another mini orgasm just from the kissing and licking of her legs, now his tongue is millimeters from her pussy, and his warm hot breath is driving her up the wall.
She inhales sharply as she feels his tongue sliding along the edge of her panty line, up one side and down the other as he licks up her wetness and replaces it with his own. He stiffens his tongue and presses it against the fabric pushing it in to her tight hole and burying it as deep as he can till his nose is rubbing against her clit with only a sheer piece of cloth separating them. He then keeping it as hard as he can, he drags his tongue up from her pussy to the top of her panty line. Her body spasms as his rough tongue passes over her swollen over sensitive love bud, sending shockwaves followed by goose bumps all over her body radiating out ward from her loins, and ending as a lightning storm in her brain.
He slides his hands up her legs and tears away the only thing keeping him from fully enjoying her red velvet flower, the force and romance of having her panties torn from her hips only heightens her experience. Now with her petals now laid open in front of him he is once again stunned by the natural beauty that a women’s body can hold. He starts by gently licking at her honey hole, spreading the lips further open with each stroke removing as much of the sweet nectar, and flavor as he can, he then slowly moves up and nibbled and pulls on her left lip.
Her mind is reeling and she squeezes her breasts and pulling on her nipples for all she’s worth, as he moves to the other lip giving it the same attention and treatment. His tongue drops back to her entrance, then slithers between the two freshly mawed lips and up to her lil nugget and its hood. He circles the hood and slightly ever so lightly licks the fruit underneath it. He applies a small amount of suction and pops it in his lips, he then gently rubs the tip of it with his tongue, as it swells with blood and become engorged and gets overly sensitive driving out the last of her sanity.
He is relentless in driving her from one orgasm to the next, taking one of her breast in his hand he reaches up and grabs her nipple, and as she starts to come down from one climax, he tweaks her nipple and slips a finger into tight lil pussy. He curls his finger up hitting just the right spot, pulls a lil on her nipple, and sucks a slight bit more, sending her over the edge again. Another orgasm like that and he slips in a second finger, noting how much she has soaked his hand and face!
Her mind is beyond blown, her body shaking, he is set on destroying her in a orgasm of epic proportions. With her back still arched, her lungs gasping for air, throat sore from screaming out in ecstasy, he lines up his pulsing penis with her soaking twitching opening, and trusts into her feeling her envelop his raging hardon. She screams in silence for there is no breath in her breasts, between her tightness, and her soft wet pussy he knows he won’t last very long. Their love making is a blur of motion, as he drives deeper making sure he’s hitting all her buttons, even those buried deep within. Words cannot describe her pleasure, her passion, the wonders going through her mind, and the rippling of sensations flowing through her angelic form.
The spasms and the clamping down tightness coming from her sends him into a furry. They both have lost count of her highs and are intent on satisfying him. With that same old tingle he knows he’s close, thrusting deeper and deeper trying to get further inside her, wanting her to consume his whole body, and she sinces this urgently as well. She has a need, a drive to feel him fill her to the brim with his burning hot ejaculate, so she contracts down as hard as she can, thrilled with the power she has gain from all those keigles, and he is sent over the edge with the feeling of his dick being so well trapped inside her volcanic wetness.
He surges one last time trying to get just a little more in, succeeding in gaining the last possible millimeter he could, and unexpectedly touching the tip of his head with the tip of her cervix. The new sensation is too much for both of them, erupting together, they enjoy the best orgasms of their lives, and they both revel in the new found sensations. Him never had anything rub the tip of his dick quite like that while having sex, soft, yet firm, almost vibrating on his crown, and her never having a man so deep to actually hit that far. Only her OB-GYN had ever done that that she knew of, now the end of his hard on was rubbing, caressing ever so perfectly against it, and then when she felt his molten hot cum splash against it in torrents of hot streams jetting from him, she could take no more.
Neither knew how long they had been out, but both came to about the same time. Slowly looking all around, admiring each other’s body, and the current position they were in. Him still firmly planted between her wide spread thighs, with her heels wrapped around him, his torso angling off to his right to be more next to her so that she is not squished, and both staring into each other’s eyes. She leans to her side towards him, their lips touch once more, at the same time his hand reaches out to steady them both, and lands perfectly on her breast.
The sensation of both kiss and touching of her breast, sends chills threw her body tightening dripping snatch as well, and that feeling combined with the kiss can’t help but make his willy jump and flex as well. They are both surprised and immediately turned on by those feelings and the fact that he is still hard deep inside her. Their passion is fueled and renewed, as they begin making out, and slow thrusting ensues.
She rolls over on top of him, impaling herself on his long hot shaft, and begins pistoning up and down on it for all she’s worth. The couch is squeaking, the room is a blur, and he sits back places his hands on her hips and watches the show. He takes in the sight of her fucking herself on him, hair all a mess, and tits as they bounce and flop around as she goes. He wants to make sure he has explored every inch of this beautiful lass on his crotch, so he leans forward taking her tit in his mouth, and moves his hands down and back to explore her ass. He caresses each globe, running his hands all over, and continues his assault on her boobs as well. She’s on cloud nine, enjoying his cock moving in and out of her sloppy hole, she can’t ever remember being this wet in her life, with his mouth on her nipples again, and now his hand on her firm butt, she’s nearing another climax. Just as that thought crosses her mind, she feels the oddest sensation, as his middle finger grazes over her crinkly rose bud, she tenses up, increasing the pleasure flowing from her loin, and cum instantaneously.
He is surprised, for he had feared when he played back there she might freak-out a lil, but instead she came on contact! Wow, she was not expecting a reaction like that from herself, and a devious thought crosses her mind. Oh so he likes my ass does he, knowing full well there was no way she would have anal with him, but still wanting to pleasure him as much as possible, she goes for it. Slowly lifting her self off of him, she gives him the sign to stay still …
She turns around, facing his feet, she mounts him again in a reverse cowgirl, and reaching back lines him up, slowly slipping back down on him. When she is settled with him firmly back inside her, she reaches back and places his hands on her ass, and moves her own up to her chest. Oh, she feels so naughty, so seductive, sexy, bad, and the look in his eyes says it all. He is speechless, not only did she not freak-out , but now she’s showing her ass off to him, offered up buffet style. His head is reeling and the new position is pulling his cock in a new angle. He starts to massage and explore her cheeks as she begins moving up and down again. She is amazed she has never tried this before, all the control of being on top, and all the sensations of being bent over doggy style!
She sets a brutally slow pace, intent on driving him insane, and getting the most she can out of this. She grips, squeezes, pushes, pulls, clamps, and works her hips all around like a go go dancer. He watches his seductress as she moves, noting all the great feelings she’s able to produce with her masterful body, and noticing to his own twisted humor that every time he feels her squeeze he sees her ass tighten and wink a lil at him. He licks his thumb and slips it between those supple cheeks and just lightly rubs it around adding only a lil bit of pressure. She pinches her nipples roughly, clamping down hard on him from the new sensation and worried that he will try to force it into her ass. He feels her clench, backing off his explorations, but knows its too late …
He is past the point of no return, between the teasing play with her ass, and her tensing up, his orgasm is upon him. He growns loudly, grabbing her hips, he pulls her ass down tight, and shoots his load deep inside her quaking pussy. The sudden force of his cum shooting up inside her, the grip on her hip with position of his dick in her, the twist of her nipples, and surprisingly again the ass play bring her over the edge into one of her own!
He comes down from his high, staring down he sees her slumped forward on his legs, her shapely ass mounded on top of his hips, and her warm pussy straining as its still wrapped around his penis that’s still buried to the hilt. He growns a lil as it flexes out of his control, hungered by the sight his eyes are taken in, but restricted to an occward position were a full erection would be difficult and probably painful. She feels his dick stiffen inside her overflowing cunt, enjoys for a moment the spot its hitting deep within, and then has a moment of fear, not knowing if she can handle any more. He had said once that he had staying power, now she feared she might not be able to take any more, and he might truly wear her out or break her…
Hope you enjoyed, and that maybe it helped you in any way that you needed. ;)
