House of Sin

Friday, June 16, 2006

Hide and Seek

At 3:45 am, my cell phone dinged. Expecting a late-night text from The Ex-, I was surprised to see a drunken reply for help from StudentGirl.

StudentGirl is a former student of mine , who has become a friend. No, not THAT kind of friend; The Bastard doesn't roll that way. Anyways, she's graduated college, and we chat a couple times a year. I know she'd been having problems with her on-again, off-again boyfriend of the last couple years, but I thought they'd worked through some of the hard relationship stuff.

I was wrong.

On the phone, she explained that she was sitting outside her bf's place, slightly drunk, and unsure as to whether to make the fifteen minute drive home. Not being a fan of the DUI, I advised her to go back inside. That's when she informed me that she and her boy had gotten into a wee scuffle.

She has relationship issues. She's afraid of getting hurt, too.

So I spent about thirty minutes getting her to realize that pushing people away isn't the right thing to do, and that you have to fight your own instincts when it comes to these things, and on, and on...

Oh, the IRONY. Here I was, half-conscious, counseling someone ELSE about their committment issues. While I struggle with the same thing every day about the Ex-.

The good news is that at the end of the phone call, I asked her what she was going to do.

She said she was going to call the boy, and see if she could go back inside.

Good girl.

Now, if it was only so easy for the rest of us.

-- The Bastard

Posted by The Bastard :: 12:59 PM :: 3 comments

Tuesday, June 13, 2006

Drops of lust

Something has gone amiss with GH's current girlfriend. She works fifty or sixty hours a week, but usually finds the time to come over late at night. Not so much coming, lately.

(And I mean that both ways.)

For several weeks, my inner voyeur was delighted by GH's relationship. Every night, they'd watch tv, then go to bed. A little while later, I'd be treated to the sound of her moans; GH was "dropping the hammer", as the kids say. More than once I'd be out in the living room with R, when a series of moans would start in the background. I'd look at R, R'd look at me. The mute button would get hit, and we'd lean back and laugh.

Well, I leaned back and laughed.

Moments later, GH would come out looking for a cigarette. Never having smoked, I don't do the post-coitus smoke. I do confess, however, to wanting a cigar, every now and then.

When I was in my room and I heard the two of them fucking with wild abandon, I often pondered whether it would be appropriate to, ah, enjoy the moment. Given that I know GH, and that his girlfriend is thin as a rail (The Bastard likes his women with some curves), it never felt right.

It didn't stop my heart from racing a little faster or my blood from pounding through my veins a bit more than normal. A grin would sweep across my face, as numerous sins were committed less than ten feet away. The surge of lust was powerful, but not enough to overwhelm me. And I enjoyed every minute of her piercing moans, cutting through the house.

For one brief moment, I felt as if I was standing up straight with my arms held upwards to the sky, as drops of lust rained down upon me. Caught in that moment, I was bathed in sin, embracing her imminent orgasm, almost as if it was my own.

-- The Bastard.

Posted by The Bastard :: 12:26 AM :: 0 comments

Monday, June 05, 2006

Freedom's Release

Her lips wrapped around my shaft, hesitant but secure. Her blue eyes sang of lustful ideas unforetold. A lack of confidence? Or fear of rejection? Who knows... and as her mouth sank down onto me, I didn'treallycare.

Taut lips and a devilish tongue sent a chill up my spine, pushing my back off the chair. A good blowjob is so hard to find, I mused pantingly, but when it rolls around, one has no choice but to enjoy it, right?

Feminine orbs watched my reaction as fingers stroked; A small moan escaped my lips while my hips surged upwards.

I lay there for minutes, enjoying the sensation. Every once in a while, The Bastard likes not being in control. The Bastard likes not thinking about what He has to do next. And The Bastard likes forgetting about all the anxieties in his life.

Because The Bastard has too much pressure and not enough sex.

Her mouth moved faster, cutting off my soliloquy of stress. I watched in awe as her head plummeted and rose at her leisure. She looked up again, and I let out a half-cackle; she loves doing this to me. It's so nice to see someone enjoying their work.

I felt her mouth tighten and fingers grope the boys, as my tension began to boil. Deep inside, I clamped down, eager to enjoy for just a bit longer. Gasping at the opportunity, I reached into the overfilling recesses of The Bastard's mind, and poured out the anxiety and the worries, converting them into lust; a transference of agony.

Her tongue slithered around my shaft with an ease that can't be put into words. The worry I saw in her eyes was gone now. All she wanted to was to give.

And to receive.

That thought pushed my body forward. I needed the release. Now. Nownownow.

I moaned. "So close.. so close.."

Her fingers and lips increased the tempo. In a marble-covered room, I heard my moans bounce off the walls. The sucking noises coming from her mouth pushed me right up to the edge.

As I watched her head bob down, I caught a view of her curvaceous breasts. They bounced and jumped, naked before me. My mind spun into overdrive, as my hips pushed upwards and I exploded.

And then I saw stars. Each one flashed in front of me and -more importantly- away from me. They flew into the air, taking bits and pieces of my misery with them. Her lips didn't suck the life out of me, they sucked the pain and the sorrow and the bitterness and the anger.

And for a brief, fleeting moment...

I was free.

Floating as my hips jerked, peaceful while my knees cracked, and happily riding ecstasy to it's conclusion, I sank back into bed a lighter man; a man devoid of memories and duties and unhappy conversations forthcoming. A few of the stresses returned, but as I lie here late at night, I thank the lovely young lady who provided me with a brief respite, and a well-needed dose of, well, peace.

Thanks, princess.

-- The Bastard.

Posted by The Bastard :: 1:56 AM :: 1 comments