{Nymph II}

Today is June 19,

Dear Diary,

I was given a message via TelePrompter by a mystery woman, which said "If you want to continue your quest into the dimensions  of our would meet us..."

Of course I wanted to, so I complied.

Alone I walked down the street as the rain drizzled that upon me. I came alone with no trace of followers, for the secrecy of this elite society...

In the dark, cold and now wet my body starts to shiver.
I hear foot steps behind me. I know I have been seen, so  I walked even slower...
I wanted to be careful not to allure them to the fact that they have arrived.
Nonchalantly actually.
FUCK! HURRY UP! I thought.

"HERE I AM" I shouted.

Faster, and Faster, to the  steps  moved, now instead of one set steps there seemed to be two-or three. My heart began to beat violently. Excited and filled with adrenaline I was ready...to submit. Thin clothing with no undergarments my breast showed perky, supple garnished with  pierced nipples...dripped rain...on to the pavement.  Oh how loud it sounded. I was truly a beating drum, between the throbbing of my breast and the sound of my heart beat. I wonder could they sense me?  My pussy print cleaned and shaven, gave the most lustful wink to the few whom dare to drink. I am addictive and intoxicating. I hope they see how tasty I am. Fuck that, I know they can. That is why I was chosen. 

I stood still.  On the ground, the puddle of my reflextion stares back at me. A slight look of fear, and arrousal is what I see. Oh I hope they want me! Just then the light in the street went dim.  The "selectors" circled around me, dressed in white robes, and not speaking just breathing HARD.  I noticed how they didn't get effected by this down pour I was emerged in.  Completely masked  their face I can't see them. But I and feel them looking at me. I began to spread my legs, bent over and spread my ass.  So they can see just how thick I am. I stood back up, confident I am a decadent treat! Keeping my face forward and head high I let them walk around and make observations. Finally I am gagged and cuffed again, and hooded off to a new location. Oh I wonder what this one will be. I wonder if I can participate more... longer even!
I wonder if I can be one of them.

I wonder...


A diary of a Nymph

{Emotiinal}

It was the story of my past life, fun, dander and genuine glitz...glamor and no gold. Parting the nights away, sleeping during the days. Times flies when you are having fun, so it would seem. I was lost. I was blinded by the superficial worldly lust. Yet, I accepted it, with open arms. I thought it was my ticket, straight to the top. teasing, and on occasions pleasing a few key players whom would help me advance.  Garter belted up, nylons pulled tight, corset adjusted and make up patted in just right; ready for a good night on the town. Stepping down cold marble stairs I felt him watching me. Tonight's theme  is "The Great Gaspy"! On of my favorite themes rotated at the brothel. I hope "he" pics me...

All of the other girls walk around the room flaunting themselves on the young aristocrats . I just walk gracefully, and silently.  Walking around the room, with my head held high. Not making eye contact with any of the patrons in the room. I sat down in the corner, observing the festivities. Then from behind I heard a booming deep voice that excited me when he said "hello Miss". The hair on the back of my neck stood up instantly. I slowly turned around and with my southern bell voice I replied " Do you mean me Sir"? Yes indeed  I was shyly flirting. I made sure to bat my extended eye lashes too. I hoped he could see my warm chestnut brown eyes beneath them . I noticed his smile, face and stature. He for sure seems to be a strong riding specimen. We talked about random things and exchanged information. Although I didn't take him up to my room, (because I would have to charge him) I promised to see him later. When exactly that was, I was unsure, but I wanted to see all of him.

Weeks passed, phone calls and letters later, he came to the brothel just to "see" me. At any case, I was happy he came. At least I would enjoy the exchange for money, at least I can sincerely climax with out having to act one out. (And then having to make myself later on). With each toss and turn of my body, I let him explore. He had me, memorized, turn me inside and out. He made me cry, mountains of pleasure and pain of an absent piece I was longing for. A true lover, to make love to. Not some man to fuck. I needed the passion behind the thrust. I needed to lust for a man while he was away. I wanted to feel him in my sleep, and smell him on my upper lip hours later. I yearned for a masculine power, not a rabbit burlesque fuck.


Once he finished, he washed me off, and continued to cleans himself. I watched him. I was admiring him. We laid in the bed, sleep until the morning sun burned our eyes. In the morning I awoke to an empty bed, cold, with a letter addressed to me on his pillow. He apologized for leaving so early, but didn't want to wake me. He thanked me for the time allowed him to share with me. He promised to visit again, but for now he had to return home to his wife.


Empty! I lay in the bed, looking at myself in the mirror on the wall. As I cry inside by show no tears, I become filled with anger. How could I have let myself get so attached, after all I am the MISTRESS....

{Trading places}

Alone in a room, dark, cold and not certain where I am. I moved my arm, FUCK! I am linked by chains. I moved my neck and clank is what I hear. I am trapped in a FUCKING cage! Damn! What did I do this time? I have submitted, and thought I pleased Daddy, maybe I didn't do a good job. I took the lashings on the ass like a good girl.What did I not do this time? Slowly a door opens and I hear him calling me, whistling. Here kitty kitty he calls. I purred, so he knew I heard his call. Walking over to the cadge, he un-cuffs my leg. I pleaded, whined and begged him to let me come out. He smiles and says "not yet".

He grabbed my leash and guided me out of the cadge. I walked slowly, clicking of my heels. Slowly I followed him with submitting to where he wants me to be, under, beneath him. I complied. We stop in mid step, he turned and commands that I squat and service his shaft. I squat down, and unzip him. His lovely man hood hits me in the face. I began drip with excitement. I await him to enter me. But now I must swallow him until he is almost ready to cum; yet I have to stay in my place as a good girl. Slurping, and sucking as he pulls my chain, leash and hair, I gagged, and chocked. Both things excited him even more as the suck-escapade continued.

He then calls me to stand up. He un-cuffs my leash. Freed from being his pet, I no longer submit.
Our roles are going to switch, as my alter ego awakens up. He presumes the position, his ass is mine!

Trading places.

IcesisBlack;)!

{Hot Water}

As the temperature descends upon the morning dew, inside I grow thirsty.
The scent of the distant admirer transcends me.
I am totally prefix with the scent, somebody help...please help me.
While around I noticed his eyes, they take me away, I am getting hot.
My soul burns when I think about how much of a great combination we could be.
My body shakes when I imagine how long it has been since I have been worked; completely out. It's too fucking hot!
I need, want, desire, lust it, and him.
But he has no clue. I watch him while he sleeps.
Stealthy I creep. Undressed and vulnerable I stand over him. But he doesn't hear my whispers in his ears;lips close to his hear I plan images of he and I.
I only see him at dusk, dawn is too obvious for me to expose my affection.
Fuck it is too FUCKING HOT. I am a cold being, I can't let my thermostat rise, but damn, he makes me feel like I have a heart beat.
Too damn bad he is a wolf, or else I'd bite him. I'd drink his blood, and feel myself up with him completely, then I let him howl at the moon.
MMMM I'd cry out his name in vain as I'd try to let him grope me and use me as his pup. Too damn bad our families don't get a long....
So until then I'd watch him sleep, whisper in his hear...I know he has my scent. I see it in his eyes when he wakes up in the am. I'd still love to sip some of him.


IcesisBlack;)!

{Nymph}

Today is March 25,

Dear Diary,

Today I was awaken in the strangest way…

Slow, and steady. Swift, and punctually, walking in a room full of people.

Blind folded and nervous, I continue to follow the lead of the leash holder.

Inside the room, I could feel the energy of the participants, as they glance over my features. Tall, with sun kissed skin , long hair, suck able toes, and exotic because of my long finger nails. Masked, and submissive, my high heels will not skip a beat on the concrete…

Once inside the room, I took center stage, and the fun began.

In the background I could hear moans, far off in the distant...

This was unexpected because I had no idea things would start so soon.

My body began to draw cold, and my kitty once moist with excitement, now dry needed some help. But on the outside you would never know. I pranced in the mask I wore suppressing my true identity, from all on lookers, while flaunting my raw sexuality around the stage. My mane tapped my ass as I walked in circles, my shoes clapped with the floor… I am a prime feast. I moved my legs up in the air behind my ear, to show the onlookers my fat kitty. They clapped and cheered as she winked. Before I knew it the music came on, and one man decided to kiss Kitty while I was in a mid leg stand.

People were all around, sucking, fucking, and gyrating, on everything, and everyone.

I must have came until I couldn’t produce anymore fluid. Yet I watched, as some people seemed to hand from the chandeliers. At the end of the night, I was lead back out of the room, masked, once again to not disclose my location. Where am I? What is this place? All I know is I would love to be chosen to come back.

A diary of a Nymph.

{Sight}

To see physically; a phenomenon some individuals lack the metamorphic ability to do.

Dana:

Dana was a man’s man. He played basketball, soccer, and tennis. Dana worked a regular blue-collar job as a skilled laborer in a steal mill. His life seemed redundant and lacked activity; until he seen her. She for some reason became his silent muse.

Her name? He didn’t really know, all he knew was she was as Goddess; completely so. She didn’t work in his department; she was superior to him…as far as work positions go. Although she was in management, she was really feminine something the other “workers” or “managers” lacked. She could “teach” them how to be a woman. Dana wanted her to “teach” him a lesson in physics, but never introduced himself to her. She had a petite frame, caramel completion, clearly exotic from these parts of Milwaukee; Dana heard she was part Italian, and Latino from NY. Oh yea she had class. She wore a suit, but her physic was always clearly defined and every curve is shown…everyday. Her fitted suits skirts or pants Dana couldn’t get enough of watching her walk by. She became the reason why Dana came to work.

On Occasion when the weather permits she wore a skirt that gave a glimpse of her tightly toned legs. Dana loved that. Her face was soft and pretty, hair long and always up in a bun. Ohm she smelled so sweet. Dana was overjoyed when his workstation got moved closer to her office. Dana would imagine her coming over and kissing his lips softly for keeping up the good work. Although his workstation was at the bottom of the staircase leading to her office, he had a clear view of her…. and soon became the object off all his fantasies.  She walked with confidence and swayed with a flirtatious swagger. Dana knew it was for him. Dana began to make eye contact with her, she noticed him. She would smile, but not in front of her other collogues, she didn’t want to seem like the typical “woman” whom couldn’t hold her personal and professional business separate. She tried to…anyway.

Alma-Bice:

Nicked named A.B. Was a petite co-executive who grew up in Brooklyn New York. Beautiful yes, smart absolutely, yet she was alone in the world. Her parents both immigrants who fell in love, a taboo in both their communities, they birth a love child. Alma was taught the important “concept” of education and excelled in school. But her love life lacked. She had been with a few “DAMN BASTARDS”, using her for her stellar beauty and stallion miniature body.  They would mount her, ride her, or she’d ride them…the sexual connection still wasn’t there. By the time she was twenty-five she would vow to be what she called with her girlfriends (A sexual) celibacy.

A few more years passed and Alma found herself in the middle of nowhere. Milwaukee. Ugh she hated it. It must be a curse for not marring soon like her parents wanted her to…reduced to masturbating on a daily basis only calms her nerves but never satisfies the burn. Bice the second part of her name means “to voyager through life”, yes she was very observant…and watched the production of the company she owned (partially only a few insiders knew) and the employees too.

In one of the “motivational” start of the shift meetings with the laborers, she noticed him. A.B keeping her composure, she continued to hold a stern face while giving her speech. Although, she couldn’t help but to notice him, sticking out of the crowd of “regular” locals. He was tall, dark hair deep brown eyes, nice teeth, facial hair nicely tamed…Alma’s mind begin to wonder just thinking about him. Every so often she would walk by his work station, nonchalantly with her assistant just to get a closer look at him. He dripped with sweat as he molded the piece of metal he worked on, each and every time she walks by. She noticed he had big hands…clean under the fingernails, a pleasant surprise to her for the type of work he does. She admired a well-kept and groomed man. Now in her privacy in her office she often rubbed her legs together when she thought about him. What was she to do about her instant attraction? She had no idea. But she knew she wanted a closer look. Walking in heels is nice, but not on concrete floors twelve hours a day. A.B elected to move his station closer to her, doing “easier” work, so she could watch him…more.

One evening, she made eye contact with him, she instantly dripped her scented oil in her satin panties, and smiled. He smiled too! She could smell his cologne, damn he smelled good…even as he sweated. A.B decided to take a personal tour with him to get to know her employees better. Well she only had an interest in him, but to cover up her secret admiration she took a few other employees on tour first, slowing building up the anxiety to when his name came up on the list. Excited his name was Dana, and not George or Blake, she wondered if his name means anything, about his background, about him. Dana Lusi, Greek! Oh what a fine specimen A.B thought while walking with him around the perimeter of the company. Alma wanted to touch his hand, but knew that was inappropriate. At the closing of the tour with Dana, she invited him into her office, to have a close to heart conversation about the “company”. While in the office A.B sat across from him, looking into his dark brown coffee colored eyes, not listening to what he is saying, but to his voice…her clitoris aroused. Alma knew this attraction was not healthy, or ethical, but something needed to be done soon.

 Dana found himself working out everyday to build muscle. For motivation Dana envisioning her giving him a back rub while pushing up…kissing him while going down. Dana fantasized about his last meeting with the executive whom introduced her self as A.B. Her soft hands, as he shook them, her voice as she talked about random “job” jargon. Dana wanted her, and soon would have to release…his manhood got aroused every time he seen her at work. For this reason alone, Dana had to start wearing two pairs of underwear under his blue jumpsuit. Soon Dana thought he was obsessing over A.B. She began to show up everywhere he was. A.B. would was now shopping at his parents market on the other side of town. She was at the car parts store where he knew the owner. She was at the tennis court where he played on Tuesdays, and at the basketball court on Wednesdays.  Each time he seen her, lust filled his eyes when he laid eyes on her, she only politely said hello. Dana did noticed that she would always ask him if could refer her to a great place to get this or that, or do this or that. Shortly, he noticed she would be there. Each time, they looked at each other, and once he didn’t notice her, she walked over and with a lustful smile asked if he was fallowing her. Dana smiled and asked if she was following him. 

A.B had developed a plan to be around this Greek God, as often as possible with out drawing attention to herself at work. She stalked him…discretely that is. She found out where he went regularly, by asking him. Men are so easy, she thought. All the while enjoying each moment she had with him, seeing him, smelling, almost tasting him… she fantasized about watching him shower; cum dripped down her legs, as she thought about what his cum would taste like. Something she thought is going to have to happen, I cannot wait…I have got to find out!

On a late summer afternoon, she asked him to stay and work overtime. Dana agreed. And continued to work on a “special” project. Once everyone else left. A.B called him into her office, wearing nothing…

-Sight by attraction is instant. One knows if they “want someone” the moment he or she sees them…if you keep looking you shall find what you seek.

IcesisBlack;)!

Feels so...Feeling so...

I seen it in his eyes/It feels so good to see him.
I love how it makes me climax to destinations untouched.
I am feeling so elevated/That feels so good.
Feeling so insecure/He reassures me I am royalty.
It feels so uplifting/I am so high I could fly.
Like a Phoenix I would be free/I feel the wind under me.
I am feeling like a bird with wings that expand oceans.

The complicity of life, is so simplistic if you allow it.

I often wonder this week were we are going to venture in our quest for total enlightenment. With no lights on only our minds, I explore as much as permitted, and in return you can use me. I'll be your toy, show me, teach me, all that you want me to be and I shall do it as you wish.
Wet my lips drip/I like the feeling.
As my heart beats/I like the feeling.

I climb on to the pedestal draped in linen/I smell our perfumes, I like the feeling
I open my mouth to grab your tool/I like the thickness
It feels good going in my warm mouth/ It feel so warm
You moan and I cum a little/I can not wait to feel you inside
On top I climb to have you lick the residual off/ Your cold mouth feels good.
Continuing to take care of the tool/I force you down my throat...no gagging I am a pro!
Once you swat me on the ass to let me know, that you have had enough stalling, I craw back down to where the tool stands straight up.
Once on top I mount myself/Flying high...mountains high and deep valleys low I fly...feeling so good to be so high...flying.

I can't stop playing with myself, I day dream about our last rendezvous often. I like the way I come between my fingernails squirting my oils on your sheets.
Here I lay one hand free, tied to your bed. I had better make a large puddle for when you come back; you are going to make me feel it if I don't.

Just the threat sounds like it will feel so good to me!