Dirty Forbidden Collection

by Amira Bradford

  You walk over, put the candle back, and get a silk cloth. You come over and wipe the wax off of my body, kissing the spots where it dripped. My breathing accelerates the further down you go, then as you get the last one, you move your head away, my heart skips a beat. Then at the last minute, you flick your tongue out across the head of my sex. I start moaning loudly, getting ready to release, then I feel your hand constrict around the base, not letting me release, not yet. After you are sure that I won't, you look at me with a slight tinge of anger in your eyes, let out a soft, low growl saying, "You did not ask my permission."

  You then walk away into the darkness, returning with a blindfold. You grab me by the hair and pull my head up as you fix the blindfold so it covers my eyes. I hear you walking around me, as if you are deciding what to do next with your prey. I hear you stop, a moment later I can feel your hot breath on my neck, then I feel your teeth clamping down on my shoulder and hear you let out a low growl. You tug at the flesh as I moan. You move up, biting my neck, I scream louder. Then you bite down right on the front of my throat, just hard enough to prevent me from making a noise. I stop screaming immediately and am breathing heavily. You let go of my throat, even though I can't see it, I know there is a smile on your lily white face.

  The next thing I feel is you sitting down, straddling my stomach. I feel the satin of your gloved fingers tracing around my nipples as they harden. Then I feel those fingers pinch on them and begin to pull. I arch up as much as I can till the restraints stop me, breathing harder the further you pull them, then moaning as you yank hard and release.

  Then I feel you get off of me. I hear you moving around just to my right. Then I feel you stand up on the bed, one foot on each side of me, right under my arms. The next thing I feel is your shins on my arms, and you sitting down on my face. I am stunned for a moment, then you dig your heels into my side. I slide my tongue up inside of you, moving it all around. I feel you slowly begin to move up and back across my face. I move my tongue in and out of you, brushing against your clit, I feel you jump and stop moving up and back. I run my tongue across it some more, hearing you moan louder and louder as I move my tongue across it faster and harder. Then I hear you let out a bit of a scream and a growl as I feel my face get glazed over.

  I feel you stand up off of me, a silk cloth to wipe my face off, then leave the cloth in my mouth for me to taste. As I am tasting it I hear you moving around some more. Then the cloth is taken out of my mouth and I feel something tracing around my lips, I reach my tongue out to lick it, but you pull it away. I feel a light slap to the side of my face. A few seconds later I feel it tracing around my lips again. Then I feel your press it into my mouth and I begin to suck on it, realizing it is your nipple. I suck gently on it, darting my tongue across it, bringing it deeper into my mouth, scraping my teeth across it lightly.

  You take it out of my mouth, replace it with the other, and I do the same. Then you take that one away, and I feel you standing over me, your feet by my legs, then the blindfold gets pulled off. I look up and see your lily white body standing over me, wearing nothing but your gloves, your hands on your hips, looking down at me.

  You squat down, taking the head of my sex into you, I gasp, you smile. Then in one fluid motion you slide my sex all the way inside of you. Feeling I am about to cum again, you raise up a little and grasp the base again until the urge is quelled. You sit back down on it, smiling as I have a look of frustration on my face. You begin rocking back and forth, leaning down and whispering, "Not until I do," into my ear. I rock back and forth on my sex, harder and faster with each motion. I moan in pleasure, biting my lower lip. You begin to moan loudly as you reach down and run your gloved hands over my chest. I feel you starting to buck harder and moan louder. Then I hear you gasp sharply as you release, the second after you do, I scream out and release into you.

  Then you lean down, unbind my hands, wrap your arms around me and pull my spent body up to yours. You press your lips to mine, sliding your tongue into my mouth and moving it around. I put my arms around you as you pull me tighter. Then you pull your lips away from mine, laying me back down on the bed. You take your gloves off and lay down, with your head resting on my chest, listening to my heartbeat. I put my arms around you as we both drift off into sleep.

  For the one whom I love, my beloved mistress...

  The End.

  The Artist

  Tina was an artist. At 28, she owned her own art gallery in a posh area in the city. She was smart, outgoing and overly confident. Tall, brunette, blue eyed, she could melt a cheese sandwich from across the room.

  I met her on opening night. The company I worked for was having a Christmas party and it was to be held at Tina's gallery. It was a great atmosphere. Tina soon became everyone's acquaintance. Everyone I worked with knew Tina.

  She'd even dated a few executives that worked under me. It wasn't until the 14th of February, Valentines day; that we truly got to know one another. I was on an abysmal date with a woman I'd met on the Subway. She was like a cold fish. She didn't laugh at any of my jokes and didn't seem to care about anything I said.

  After my date was over, to clear my head, I decided to go over to Tina's gallery. I was the only one there. There was something eerie about being alone on Valentines day.

  It was then that I saw her, Tina. She didn't expect anyone to be in her gallery at this hour, alone. "I know you." she said in a playful manner.

  "Yes, I'm Tim Summers. I come in here from time to time."

  "What are you doing alone on Valentines day?" she asked.

  I told her about my date and the troubles of finding someone to connect with. This lead to a conversation about relationships, which led to dinner, which led to a kiss, which lead to her saying, "Wanna come up to my place for some coffee?"

  I was in heaven. She lived in a studio apartment, very posh... and of course, she wasn't interested in having coffee. As soon as we entered the apartment, she jumped me. She led me over to the sofa where we proceeded to made out like teenagers.

  As we continued to fondle each other I could feel my bulge pressing up against my trousers. My pride was so hard, it hurt. I was literally ready to burst. I was enjoying her: her every scent, her every kiss. She was just so damn intoxicating.

  Eventually, she pulled herself off me and sat back. She let out a sigh and just smiled at me.

  She removed her left shoe and proceeded to rub my crotch with her foot. I moaned as she giggled at my response.

  Then she said something that took me completely by surprise. "Can I paint you?"

  I was taken back by that. "What? You want to paint me?"

  She giggled again. "I think you're a beautiful man. I'd love to have you forever. Who knows, I might even put you up in my gallery next Saturday night"

  Suddenly, I was overcome with anxiety. I would be on show, to everyone I knew, helpless and exposed. I was loosing my erection, overcome with extreme nervousness. She could sense my discomfort and continued to giggle at my expense. "It will be fun." She reassured me.

  I had to act fast. If I refused, chances were that I would not get to fuck her today; when will I ever have another chance like this? "Okay" I said without thinking.

  "Great!" she said leaping from the sofa. "Why don't you get undressed and I'll be back in a few minutes."

  As she left the room, I immediately regretted my decision. But it was too late, it was the point of no return. If I backed down now, I would loose all credibility. What would she say? What would she think? What would she tell people if I refused to get naked in front of her?

  As I slowly began to disrobe, I began to feel colder and colder. Any sense of excitement and arousal was now gone.... I know how I look when I'm flaccid; and its not at all flattering. I began to think; 'what would be worse? If she saw me in my flaccid state or if I refused to expose myself to her?'

  I had stripped down to my boxers when she waltzed in the room with all her utensils, all her brushes, paints and buckets. "Ready?"
she asked.

  I nodded yes and asked her where she wanted me to stand. "Why don't you sit on the bench in the center of the room baby?"

  I anxiously walked over to the bench and awaited further instructions. I stood there, like a helpless child watching her set up. It seemed as though she was taking forever. "Well?" she asked.

  "Wa..Wa..What?" I said in a high-pitched voice.

  "All the men I paint are naked. Take your boxers off." She said with hungry eyes. "The best part of the painting is the penis." She said grinning from ear to ear.

  As I pulled my boxers down; she shrieked! I think I gave her the shock of her life! "eek! Ohmygod!" She covered her mouth and turned her head the other way. She was obviously embarrassed for me. I quickly covered myself with both hands, it was instinct.

  Her face went beet red, embarrassed. Obviously, I could tell that she now saw me in a different light. Without facing me, she asked "Are you cold?"

  "No, just nervous. I've never been painted before." I admitted.

  She regained her composure and said, "Nothing to be embarrassed about. Penises are funny little things. So unpredictable..... can I see it again? Can you move your hands out of the way?....."

  I was reluctant to.

  "Oh come-on. I'm not like other girls, I won't laugh at you, I promise."

  Slowly, I let my hands fall to my sides. She took a good long look. "hmmm. I think I'll call this painting 'the frightened turtle'" she let out another giggle as I covered myself once again in utter embarrassment.

  "You said you wouldn't laugh!" I pleaded with her

  "I'm s..s..sorry. Really. I don't mean to laugh. You just, just look so silly covering yourself like that. You look like a frightened turtle. Like a little boy!"

  After several minutes of her giggle-fest, she finally started to compose herself. "Okay baby. Can I get you to sit on the bench?"

  Following her instructions, (still covering myself) I sat on the cold steel bench in the center of the room. "That's good.... Umm, try to strike a pose for me."

  I had no idea what she wanted me to do, "How to you mean?" I asked.

  "Firstly, let go of Mr. Pinky Dinky.... Let go of him" A smile came across her face as I opened my hands again. "Okay and put your arms behind your back... lean on your arms."

  "Like this?" I asked as I leaned back.

  "Yep.... And arch your back."

  I felt kind of silly as I arched my back as best I could. I kept my legs closed, in an attempt to conceal my shyness.

  "That's good baby..... but, can I get you to just spread you legs a little bit?"

  I slowly opened my legs, exposing myself to her. "A bit more, open your legs up all the way."

  I stretched my legs wide open, exposing my pink 2inch stub and my plump, tight little balls to her. I felt so pathetic and helpless. Although I was flaccid, my pathetic member jutted out: pointing up at her. It must have looked like a tube of lipstick! I could tell she was trying hard not to laugh. Her face was beet red and she was grinning from ear to ear.

  "That's good. That's very good." She said as she continued to giggle to herself.

  45 minutes passed and I was getting cramps. I was so uncomfortable. Not just because my penis was almost definitely getting smaller, but because my back was killing me. I must've looked so silly. The whole time she had that large grin on her face. She was taunting me. She knew what she was doing to me: to my ego, to my manhood... and I didn't find it funny at all.

  The prospect of fucking her was gone. I was no longer a man in her eyes. I would be something that she'd taunt or tease; not to my face, but behind my back; which is worse and far more demeaning. I had gone from being the object of her affection, to a dickless pathetic sissy boy. Of course, these thoughts only made me more anxious and even smaller.

  "Finished" she finally said after what seemed like an eternity.

  I quickly reached for my boxers and put them back on. "Can I see?"

  "Sure" she said as she turned the painting around.

  I was in shock. She couldn't possibly be thinking of showing this in her gallery on Saturday night along with her other paintings. The painting was perfect, she had drawn me so precisely.... but without a penis, or at least what you could see.

  "You, you forgot something." I told her.

  "No, that was you. That's what you looked like." She said.

  "But, I have no penis!" I said on the verge of tears.

  "Its there, but you need to look closely. See?" She pointed to my crotch on the painting, "there is your little dinky, poking up, pointing to the sky and there are your little testies"

  My eyes watered up, "That's not fair! That's not me! That's not me at all!" I protested.

  "You gotta change it!" I yelled at her in desperation.

  "Sorry, I don't do that. Sorry.... I think this will be a big hit at my gallery on Saturday."

  Suddenly, I lost all control. I burst out into tears, I fell to my knees and begged. "Ohhh! Please no! God no! Please don't! Please! It will ruin my reputation! My life! Please no! God no! Don't expose me like this! Please!"

  Moments later, I was sitting in her kitchen, fully clothed drinking a cup of tea she had made me. "Are you feeling better?" she asked.

  "uh-huh" I responded, still sobbing.

  "Look, I'm sorry about the painting. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. I had no idea you'd react that way. I've never seen a guy cry before." She seemed somewhat sorry for me, but obviously disgusted.

  I finished my tea and left. She assured me that my secret would be safe with her. As I left, she said, "Sorry things didn't work out between us hun, bye."

  I began to think, 'If I hadn't cried like a little sissy bitch, would she still have fucked me?' Probably..... but then again, probably not.

  Saturday came, and although I didn't bother to go to her Gallery opening, I heard that it went well. The big hit of the night was her painting titled, 'the frightened turtle', which was the painting of a faceless man with a really tiny penis. So, she clearly kept her promise: she got her painting, and I got to keep my shame a secret.... but it was a secret that would come back to haunt me later on.

  Six weeks later, I was out on a date with a woman I had met at my gym. Her name was Claudia. Claudia was a gorgeous woman in her late twenties. Tall, athletic, blonde and leggy.

  I'd been gawking at her for the past three weeks before I gathered up enough courage to ask her out; to my surprise she accepted. The evening was going well until Tina bumped into us.

  Tina was there with a couple of friends having a few drinks. She spotted me, dining with Claudia and decided to come over and say hello, she was a little drunk. She took me completely by surprise.

  "Hey Tim!" she busted out.

  I sorta lost my cool once I saw her. "Oh, hi Tina."

  "What's goin on here?" she said in a nosey tone.

  "I'm on a date, this is Claudia." I told her

  Claudia said hi and Tina went in to shake her hand, "This is a great guy! A nice, sensitive guy. Very sensitive. You're a lucky woman!" she said.

  "Oh really?" Claudia responded.

  "Is this a first date?" Tina asked.

  "Yep, yes this is. Claudia and I are on our first date." I said, in an attempt of get rid of her.

  "Well, I'd better go then. I'm cramping your style.... It was good seeing you again Tim" She said.

  Tina turned to walk away. Unfortunately, she was behind me, so I couldn't see her. "It was nice meeting you Claudia" As she said 'Claudia' she did the small dick sign with her thumb and index finger.

  In astonishment, Claudia's jaw dropped. She immediately burst out into laughter. I looked behind me, only to see that Tina was gone. "What's so funny? I asked. "Oh nothing, I just thought of something small that happened the other day...... listen, can you excuse me for a moment? I need to go and powder my nose, I'll be right back."

  Of course, she never came back. The rest of the night I could hear Tina and her friends taunting me from their table. After a half
hour of embarrassment and humiliation, I decided to leave.

  Thereafter, Claudia spread the rumor that I was the man in the 'frightened little turtle painting'. The rumor quickly spread like wildfire, I soon earned the nickname 'Tiny Tim'.

  Everywhere I went I heard giggles and whispers, mostly from women.

  That's why I moved.

  The End.

  What I Wanted Most

  For 3 weeks I'd watched her, one of the Moms at my sons school, watching her at the school gates, definitely one on my MILF list. Long blonde hair, amazing blue eyes, always dressed understated, blue jeans or cut off combats.

  One day she'd realised and I'd noticed her checking me out, looking to see if I wore a wedding band., of course I'd looked at her hand the absence of a band telling me nothing. The following week I'd been given a new property and moved in across the road from hers. For the next couple of days I tried to ascertain her status and came to the conclusion, she was either widowed, single or had a husband who worked away.

  The following week was filled with moments of flirting, nothing obvious, just smiles and nods and the odd comment, until today that is.

  I'd nipped into the local supermarket and spotted her across one of the aisles, quickening my pace I'd almost caught up with her when I stopped in my tracks. Her usual combats had been replaced with a short and when I say short, I mean tiny denim skirt, the kind that leaves you wondering if the woman is naked underneath. She turned to smile at me and my mouth had almost dropped open, her usual t shirt was replaced with the tightest tiniest vest top, her breasts straining against the white sheer material which barely covered her naked skin.