"Sir, you are amazing" Fave passages in bdsm literotica

[Pure]

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Fave passages from bdsm classics at Literotica. Post yours!!

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He got on the bed and she crawled over on top. His cock was very thick and meaty. And she wanted it. She began to suck. Finding a nice rhythm while Nick moaned in the background. Then she felt his fiery hot tongue on her clit. She stopped and moaned into his cock. And then felt his hand slap her ass hard. She began again and like before was met with his tongue. This time she spit out his cock and cried out.

"Please, Sir, I implore you, let me finish."

But the only answer she got was the slapping of her firm ass, which didn't stop until she began again.

"I'm close baby, I'm going to cum," he cried

"Thank God," she thought and sucked harder. But then he started sucking on her clit also. She could feel his dick start to spasm and knew he was cumming but she was so close too. At last there was an explosion of cum in her mouth. Squirt after squirt and she was being louder than he trying to hold off till at last he was done.

"May I cum now, Sir?" she screamed.

"Yes," he said, his husky voice pounding against her pussy.

It would have made no difference if he had said no, as she was in a quivering mind-blowing orgasm that began right as she asked. He continued to suck out her cum until she was quiet, then pulled her into his arms and held her tightly.

"Sir, you are truly amazing," she whispered quietly.

"Rest, little one, we are only getting started."
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from 'Abduction from the bdsm cafe' by Writer Dom

 

[WriterDom]

I hope you have more success with this after your B] SMACK: Have a look [/B] flop

 

[catalina_francisco]

Not a BDSM classic from literotica but out of The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty by Anne Rice Writing as A. N. Roquelaure
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Beauty gave a terrible shudder. With his left hand he covered her mouth, and behind his hand she cried softly. It seemed easier for him with him covering her mouth and that was all right for now, he thought. She shall be taught everything in time.

And with his right fingers, he found that tiny nodule of flesh between her tender nether lips and he worked it back and forth until she raised her hips, arching her back, in spite of herself. Her little face under his hand was the picture of distress. He smiled to himself.

But even as he smiled, he felt the hot fluid between her legs for the first time, the real fluid which had not come before with her innocent blood. "That's it, that's it, my darling," he said. "And you mustn't resist your Lord and master, hmmmm?"
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Francisco.

 

[BlueSugar]

ok, so it isn't exactly what the thread asks but from out very own Sheath. (fetish) music man 11.

"I held his hips and pressed Larrissa (the guitar's name) hard into his body. I could feel the notes flowing from her and through him and into me with every motion of his hand. I rose on tiptoe and pressed my breasts against his back, my nipples hard. I knew he could feel them. I whispered in his ear, my breath hot against him, my voice low and sultry. “Fuck her, Adam,” I demanded, my hand sliding up his back to twine in his hair and pull his head back to me. “Fuck her. Do it. Now.”

I thrust my hips against him, forcing him against the warm and slick surface of the guitar. Adam moaned, and his hips moved slightly. “Again,” I told him. And this time, he moved on his own, without my prompting. He let his thick cock slide against Larrissa, absorbing the vibrations that she sang out with at every stroke of his hands. I held her there, and held him captive with my body, feeling him move with the rhythm of the song. “Does it feel good to fuck her?” I asked him quietly, releasing his head and curling my fingers around his throat. I felt him swallow before answering in a quiet whisper…”Yes. Yes, it feels…wonderful.” "

I like the power, the release, the fantasy ... it is all so true if anyone has ever dated a musician who truly loves their instrument (if anyone cares there is a bdsm musician thread somewhere that i've posted on and talked about the obsession)

but as far as books, I enjoyed in The story of O, when she first gets to the chateu and she is dressed and flogged/whipped what have you, that sceen was well written.
I enjoy when he straps her to the 4post bed above him to sleep.
And when he grabs her by her 'moss' it was always a bittersweet sentence.

And Anne Rice's Beauty trilogy ::thinks:: the prince's initial taking of beauty w/in the first 5 pages set the scene and is very easily pictured. I enjoy when she gets to the Inn in the town and she is spanked by the "mistress" and then she hand feeds her later on in the book ... so tender.

 

[Omni]

The Car Ride by AngelicAssasin
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For me to finish, however, i'll take you outside the car. Can you picture your naked skin, face down over the hood, and feel the cold metal on your flesh? Will you wince at the ground beneath your bare feet as i force you against the car by my thrust? How loud will you gasp as my pelvis rams into your hips over and over again? Will you blush when that pumping velvet iron forces the honey out of you to run down the insides of your thighs?

Now imagine the point of no return. The leash on the animal released, if not snapped by his sheer fury to take you. One hand in your hair pulls hard to arc your back sharply, forcing you onto your tiptoes like a ballerina. The other will press on the small of your back to curve that arch to the point of agony. Bow to the flood of my seed pumping into your body. Submit as my fangs snap into your shoulder. And drop into sub-space as the most primal roar you've ever heard explodes right next to your ear.

Do you understand now?

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[dragonlace]

Each surrender was for her the pledge that another surrender would be demanded of her, and she aquitted herself of each as though of a duty performed; it was odd that she should have been completely satisfied by it, and yet she was.
the story of o

That line stuck in my head the first time i ever read the book and has stuck with me ever since

 

[NemoAlia]

Lovely double-post.

 

[NemoAlia]

From One-Night Stand with the Archangel by IrresistableBeauty:

The archangel groaned as he held my head. I started to bob my head as I sucked his cock in long slow savoring strokes, enjoying as much of him as I could. I wanted him to cum down my throat, to gag me and kill me, to make this the last moment of my life, but at the same time, I wanted him in every way imaginable. To die a thousand deaths with him tonight. I moaned on his cock as I feasted on it, making it harder and longer and thicker. What my mouth could not pleasure, my fingers did, and between my fist and my mouth I worked on his cock. A masterpiece in cocksucking.

And from the same story (maybe this one belongs in the thread on moralizing as BDSM?):

He didn't know his own strength. I take it he meant to slap me, but my face swelled, and the stinging did not stop for a good few minutes. I stood back up, facing him, hand to temple, wanting to hit him or curse him or show some sort of rage, but surprisingly I felt none. I never took well to men hitting women, but somehow I felt as if he had forewarned me. I DID call out for God, and he DID tell me not to, right? Perhaps extreme horniness can quench anger. I felt no ill toward him. I wanted him in the worst way.

 

[Pure]

Amazing how fine a line there is (I think) between good writing and atrocious!!

Nice posting, Blue S.!

 

[NemoAlia]

So, Pure: Which writing would you say falls into which category?

 

[Quint]

“I… don’t want this,” she said quietly. Rasmus sat back up suddenly and, without warning, drove the back of his hand across her cheek. His fist wasn’t closed but, with most of his strength as well as gravity behind it, the blow carried a fair amount of force. Her head snapped to the side, wisps of hair flying across her face. She leaned forward as if to sit up, but a second strike returned her to her back.

Without pause he continued his attack, raining blows across her face, neck, and breasts. None were hard enough to do truly serious damage, but if her arousal and his reasonable tone had diminished her fear, this new assault more than brought it back. Halting after a few moments, he looked down at her, red-faced and tearful beneath him.

“You’re lying,” he said simply. He roughly pulled her arms up above her head, and secured them with a set of manacles pulled up from between mattress and headboard. The cables they were attached to anchored directly to the frame of the bed and, in the absence of an industrial cutting torch, were effectively unbreakable. Rasmus rolled off of his victim to stand beside the bed. “I can’t tolerate liars,” he said, drawing a long straight knife from his boot.

From Rasmus by WindUpAtheist. Not standard BDSM, but gets the job done right in my book.

 

[Omni]

Amazing how fine a line there is (I think) between good writing and atrocious!!

Nice posting, Blue S.!

It is a good thing all reading material is not all published on your opinion Pure. The world would be destitute of variety and readers.


Omni

 

[Pure]

Greetings to you too, omni.

 

[Pure]

Christina Stoke, _Red Bottom Ranch_

[start]
"Oo more, Beckett," Evie squealed as Beckett reached upward and clasped his free hand around of one of Evie’s firm melon sized breasts. Smack-Smack-Smack!

"Ow—ooo!" Beckett caught Evie’s distended nipple between his forefinger and thumb and plucked at it. Smack! Smack! Smack! "Ow—god! Oho mm!" Evie thrust her breasts forward as her ass turned pink and both cheeks squirmed beneath his slapping hand. He squeezed her fat nipple harder between his fingers—pulling it forward as he swatted her butt some more. "Oh god, Beckett," she cried passionately. Smack! Smack! Smack! "Ouu—Ouu—Owww!" Smack! Smack!

The force of his spanking was pushing Evie over the armrest with each smack to her naked ass making her whimper sharply as he continued to knead her breasts, swatting bright red spots on her plush buttocks. The custard flesh of her ass flinched every time his big palm landed with a crack.

"It’s so sore!" she squealed—and he smacked her defenseless ass again. "Ow!" she yelped. "That’s enough–enough!"

Smack! "It’s enough-," he uttered.

Smack! "-When I-," he continued.

Smack! "-Say it is!" he finished. Smack-Smack-Smaack!

"Ow, Beckett, please!" she begged with a squeal as she tried to reach one hand around behind her to cover her vulnerable bottom. [end excerpt]

 

[BlueSugar]

Amazing how fine a line there is (I think) between good writing and atrocious!!

Nice posting, Blue S.!

I must agree, though... I don't know if i was insulted on my taste in reading material and complimented on my post over all.
j/k

 

[Pure]

Nemo,

Purely in personal likes, my 'cuppa,' I'd say the Beauty thing is pretty bad (suprisingly) and the Larissa thing kinda good. Reage/Aury is, of course, extremely good, if a little less graphic than we jades are used to now.

All examples of 'loves' and 'hates' or 'guilty pleasures' are welcum and fun, here.!!

 

[Quint]

I personally only got through "Claiming of SB" out of principle and curiosity. I found very little appealing about her writing style in that book; it occasionally bordered on what I think of as almost classic fairy-tale, which I enjoy from a storyteller perspective, but too often her descriptions were pallid and repetitive. And I like my characters to be a little more distinct than she portrayed them, not this "everyone is both a sadist and a masochist and would fully express both sides of their personality, given the chance."

Plus, overly orgasmic women irritate me.

 

[NemoAlia]

Plus, overly orgasmic women irritate me.

Oooh, you can say that again!

 

[catalina_francisco]

"He kissed her, and then slipped one of the ropes of diamonds from her neck. He moved his mouth to her nipples, then with one hand, his fingers deep inside her, he stretched her open and slowly stuffed the diamonds high up into her. When they were all inside, he moved them around again and again until the sensations was so exciting for Isabel that she came in heavy spasms. He could actually hear the diamonds swishing around inside her. He lifted her head off the chaise, folded her close to him and, kissing her passionately, pulled the necklace with one sharp tug. Isabel screamed as the diamonds came out of her all wet and sparkling.

He draped the rope of diamonds back over her head and held a worn out Isabel in his arms. She watched him suck each one of the stones clean. She rested against him, and all she could think of was she wanted him, she wanted to be where only he had ever been able to put her. He looked at her and knew; she did not have to say a thing, for her sexuality was oozing out of her."

Three Rivers by Roberta Latow

Catalina http://www.logtenberg.info/diamanten/diam02.gif

 

[catalina_francisco]

An interesting bump....I'm sure we could add pages to this one!!

Catalina

 

[catalina_francisco]

From A Whisper of Silence
by barbarianqueen

"He nodded then lowered his head in submission waiting for the lash to fall. He felt her fingers begin to trace his scars. Soft, feathery touches that aroused him, made him burn. What was she doing? When was she going to punish him? Her fingers moved over his body, along each scar. He trembled, her soft touch reminding him of the pain that caused the marks on his body. He did not realize that this was his punishment. Memory. Her fingers found and traced every one of his scars, each one reminding him of pain often inflicted for no other reason than his mistress wished it. He began to shudder and twitch as the soft touches continued.

He jerked in shock when her lips began kissing him, going over the marks on his body. What was she doing to him? Instead of pain, he was receiving gentleness. Her lips and tongue traced every one of his scars. The more she touched him, the more confused he became. She was replacing the fire of pain in his memory with a fire of another kind. His penis had swelled to massive tightness, hard and throbbing. Then she began caressing his massive erection.

"Your punishment is almost finished," she whispered. "


Catalina

 

[catalina_francisco]

Hmmm, and of course this offering from Francisco's Damian Ch.1....

"The weeping of Tigress had a weird effect on Damian, it turned him on. He wanted to hurt Tigress some more and this time it had nothing to do with revenge, he was not even thinking of vengeance right now. For a moment he was not sure what to do now, he was being guided by something inside him, an instinct, an emotion he had never felt before. He took another look inside the cabinet and found what he was looking for. He took a sharp knife and warmed the point with a small tiger torch he had found in the cupboard, until it was glowing red.

For a minute Damian stopped to think of what he was about to do, did he really want to do this? Once done there would be no way he could undo it. It would mark him as much as it would mark her. Driven by an unnatural instinct, an inner force, some would call it a dark side, he let the point of the knife touch her flesh. Tigress cried out in pain, there was no blood, the red glowing point of the knife had cauterised the wound. The smell of burning flesh filled his nostrils. A couple of hours ago Damian would have led a lynching party against any who would even think of doing what he had just done, the smell would have nauseated him, but now it was exciting him. Tigress's cries of pain aroused him; he looked down at his crotch and noticed he had a hard-on. The pain and control he was exerting over Tigress was fulfilling a need in him, a sexual need he had pushed away his whole life.

Calmly, he lifted the knife and reheated it again. The knife descended again on Tigress...Damian then cut a big capital D with the knife in the soft flesh of Tigress's left butt cheek. Her cries of pain would have melted the hardest of men, but it did not even make a scratch on the armour protecting his heart. Damian knew he had lost part of himself today, he had lost his innocence and replaced it with cold hard steel."


Catalina

 

[myinnerslut]

""Please, Master..." my voice was a hoarse croak. Another sip of the wonderfully cool water, "I am sorry. I lied to you. I was going to say, she is mostly afraid of herself."
"Ah. And why is that?"
I trembled in my restraints, knowing too well this dark fear. This dark fear that has lived along side me for most of my life. "She fears...." I began to cry. Not tears from the pain; those had been flowing for some time now, but tears of another wall being brought down by my Master. He let me cry it out, waiting patiently for me to finish.
I finally manage to compose myself to finish between hiccupping bits of crying, "She fears that she wants this. That she wants a man to buy her, to take away the choices, to bend her to his will. She aches for servitude, slavery, bonds the way other women ache for jewels. She is ashamed of these desires and of her pleasure at being sold."
I finished and there was only the sound of my fading crying spell.
He gave me the last of my lashes and took me down. I was weak and unable to walk or crawl.
With an odd tenderness, he bound my hands, leaving me trussed in the black corset and the blindfold and tenderly placed me in the cage. I could feel his fingers gently tracing the curve of my cheek.
"Why was this so hard to tell me, Kelly?"
"Because that woman is me, Master." "

from two weeks (my favorite lit story, its under novels and novelas) by passionstjohn