A little something I wrote in honor of an on-line friend who has a razor blade fetish.
The touch of steel is cold, sensual against my burning skin. The blade is left laying flat on my thigh for a few moments, me relishing the cool until it has warmed up and I can no longer feel the sensation. Wanting more, I pluck the thin strip of metal from its resting place, contemplating for a moment how perfect it fits in between my thumb and index finger. So thin, so tiny, yet so precise in the ecstasy lines it could draw upon my skin, so perfectly its eternal marks.
My breathing is becoming labored now, the gasping of air causing the pale mounds of flesh above the neckline of my corset to heave slightly as the air comes into my lungs, expanding them, pushing my breasts upward. I think that I am shaking with excitement now, but I know that my hand will be true as I place the tip of the steel against the tender inside flesh of my left thigh. I press in gently at first, easing the tip just until it disappears from view, a tiny droplet of blood welling up from the smallest of wounds. A shudder runs through me, my already wet pussy beginning to drip slightly. Eager eyes look up just for a moment to search your face before I push the tip of the blade in further, one tiny millimeter at a time, until the droplets of blood are running freely. The tip of my tongue runs across my bottom lip, steadying myself for one brief second before I move my hand down the inside of my thigh....one inch......two inches.............three inches.....................four....................
There is now a tiny river of blood coursing its way down my leg, mingling in with my own juices as the ache inside of me grows, threatening to spill over. A tiny moan escapes me........"Please....I want more....... you, inside me....," comes whispering softly from my lips.
My blue eyes lift slightly, begging from beneath black lashes. The ache is so strong, my pussy throbbing with need, the hot slice on my leg no longer even noticed. Silently you shake your head, that dangerous smile still on your lips. "Another," you purr into the cool night air.
Whimpering, I move my hand up, touching the tip of the blade to my inner thigh, above the line I have already made, just a few centimeters from my dewy flower. I press in, drawing the tip slowly....so slowly....across the white flesh, the crimson nector of my blood such a deep contrast to the pale skin it trickles down. The cold steel makes it way down my leg, leaving another tiny river to mingle with the blood from the first, the pussy juices causing the cut to sting slightly.
The long nails that slide up my thighs are lacquered red, the sharpened tips biting ever so gently into the flesh. Another groan escapes my mouth as my back arches, my hips rising up to greet your mouth. Your tongue caresses my hot flesh, lapping eagerly at the blood. I feel the sensations growing, knowing that soon, soon you will release me from this sweet torment. But you retreat instead, leaving my body quivering with ever deepening need. "Please!" I gasp, my eyes nearly wild with the aching pain in my pussy, my own juices dripping down my legs, making little puddles on the sheet beneath me.
"Again," you say quietly, the grin almost evil, knowing I will not resist, that I will do anything that you tell me to do. "Another, on the other leg."
I am mewing softly now, but I pass the thin strip of metal to my other hand. I poise the tip above my skin, taking a second to make sure you are watching. With a nod of your head I am assured I have your attention. I ease the blade into the skin, but in a blink your hand is on mine, taking the device from my hand. I look at you with a questioning expression, but I know that look you give me, the gleam of bloodlust in your eyes. My breath hisses slightly as you press the blade back into my flesh, slowly, tenderly, carefully drawing it down the length of my thigh, releasing more and more of the crimson liquid that holds my life force. I groan again as you move to lick at the wound, lapping up drop after drop of the precious fluid. My back arches and a scream of pleasure is ripped from my mouth as the mounting ache inside of me suddenly erupts into a flowing red hot orgasm, wave after wave crashing together, my pussy pulsing with each ebb and flow of ecstasy.
Only a second later the tip of your tongue flicks out over my clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body once again. Your tongue laps and sucks at me so eagerly, the scream of joy enticed from my soul as you plunge two fingers into me, allowing me to ride them as my orgasms crash into one another......one.....two....three...........
The tip of the razor blade against the mound of my flesh is scarcely felt. It is the heat of your mouth that brings me out of my daze for only a second before I am once again thrown into the sea of ecstasy.
"Please!" I beg, panting, gasping for air and begging for fulfillment.
You merely smile, but in that one look I know that my night will be filled with unending wonders of pleasure, of you pushing my body past its limits for fulfillment, until I no longer beg for release, but for rest..........
I have thought of expanding this story further if there is an interest in it. For those leaving comments, feel free, but please only leave constructive criticism. You waste everyone's time to leave comments about the author being demented, crazy, stupid, etc.