Organics' Stories

The Kiss

2008-08-19T15:39:19Z

She looks down as he approaches. She isn’t allowed to look at Him directly without His permission and the penalties are severe. Her collar weighs her head down even more. The collar is beginning to wear her down, little by little, with every movement of her neck. She dare not complain but a little whimper still escapes. He notices that and smiles, His slave is coming along nicely.

He looks at her, admiringly and lovingly. Her brown hair is pulled to reveal that beautiful, slightly tear stained face. She is looking down determinedly, her collar weighing down on those beautiful, flawless shoulders.

He grabs her hair uses it to bring her face up to him. Her eyes look at him, rife with expectation. He smiles again, His beautiful slave still wants more pain and more pleasure, and He would inflict both. He takes her lower lip into His mouth and bites hard, not enough to make it bleed but enough to make it hurt. Then He gently kisses her. The pain and the pleasure. It is always the way with Him and his slave.

The waiting

2008-08-03T09:55:47Z

She could not move even the slightest, He made sure of that. Not that she even wanted to move. Which one would it be this time, she wondered? The crop, the cane or the flogger? Or would it be something entirely new this time? The delicious anticipation was almost as good as the pain and pleasure she got from the actual act itself.

She heard him walk into place by her side. He placed his soft hands on her soft and round ass. Those soft hands were capable of inflicting both pleasure and pain in turn, sometimes at the same time. He caressed her, determined to give her both extremes of sensation before He was finished for the night.

She moaned in pleasure as well as fear because she knew what would come when his hands moved away. He whispered in her ear, “You are mine, now and forever”, and then slowly moved his hands away, leaving her shivering…

Tears

2008-08-03T09:19:21Z

She looks at Him through tear stained eyes. Those eyes are like windows into her innermost thoughts and feelings. Her fear and pain, her excitement and anticipation, and most of all her desire. She wants more and she wants it to stop the next moment. The intense pleasure that courses through her body is almost unbearable.

Worst of all, yet best of all, she has no control over it. Bound and gagged, she can only moan and shriek to communicate. Her tears too tell their own story. The rope that binds her tightly burns her skin and adds to the intensity of her sensations. Is there more, she wonders. Only He knows what is next and he isn’t about to tell her anytime soon.

Ride with me

2008-07-14T22:09:08Z

The darkness, it surrounds me, threatening to swallow all in it’s path.

If I gave you a sign, would you come and put my broken pieces together again? If I gave you the reasons, would you take my hand and whisper in my ear?

Start the car, ride with me, let’s outrun the darkness together.

If I gave you everything, would you save myself from me? If I broke it all over again, would you still stay and do it all over again?

Ride with me, ride with me today and tonight.

Thoughts about a knife and other things.

2007-10-02T04:27:57Z

Stick a knife in me, it can’t hurt any more than it already does. Stick a knife in me, please. Make sure it’s sharp, long and slides in effortlessly. Stick a knife in me, please.How can it hurt so much? How can I even lose something I never had? How can I lose something I don’t have, something I never will?

All questions, no answers. No, that’s not true. I have the answer, I know the answer, I’ve always known it. Never had the courage to face up to it nor the courage to change things.

Maybe I can’t even change anything, I’m doomed. Doomed to a life stuck between two worlds, belonging to neither. Stifled by one, lonely in another. Can’t let go of one life, can’t embrace the new one. Incapable, some would say, of embracing the new. Doomed to this in-between hell.

Let go, move on, stop chasing illusions. They exist only in my head. Illusions are not real, she is not real.

Memories of Her

2007-09-04T09:36:31Z

It feels like a knife has been plunged into my guts when I go over all the accumulated junk that’s attached to her. The things that made her laugh, made us both laugh. The things I kept around just because they made her smile. It hurts but I’m getting rid of them. I wish they would just disappear from my life as she has, so I wouldn’t have to look at them that one last time.

It feels like a knife has been plunged into my guts when I recall the things we had in common, the delighted surprise when we accidentally discovered them. The big and the small things, even the tiniest of things were such a joy to discover. I wish we hadn’t found all those things. They are all now tainted with memories of her and I won’t be forgetting them in a hurry. It’s so unfair, I had all those things before she came along. She has no right to ruin them for me. Damn her! I wish she had never come into my life at all, hadn’t used me, discarded me and moved on without a second thought. Some memories we’re all better off without.

Turns Out

2007-09-03T09:38:57Z

Ever felt like your heart is being squeezed so tight that it might just explode?

Turns out that it’s not where you are but who you’re not with that really matters.

Turns out you might not be loved back. Turns out that it hurts like hell.

Turns out that you should never think about building a future with someone who isn’t going to be there with you, obvious, but painfully true.

Turns out words are just words, they don’t mean anything.

Turns out that you can give everything you have, and someone will take all of it, and then walk away without caring, without regrets.

Turns out that people can move on without warning or caring who they hurt.

Turns out that people are very selfish.

Turns out that people will hide themselves behind anything and everything they can find.

Turns out that people will lie and then lie again and again and again.

Turns out that a serially deceptive people will always stay that way.

Turns out the cynical people had it right all along and that’s quite sad in itself.

Black Hole for the Soul

2007-09-01T19:28:46Z

This heart is a tiny, fully functional “Black Hole for the Soul™”. No manufacturer’s warranty, no retail price, just pure misery. Love is not allowed inside this black heart. Love is weakness. Love is heartbreak. Love is hate, eventually.

This heart should come with a warning. If cigarettes come with lung cancer warnings, this heart should come with ‘cancer of the soul’ warnings. I’ll warn you right now, stay away from this heart.

If you still choose to touch this heart despite my warning or accidentally come into contact with is, prepare to pull away before you lose your life in it. It will suck away your happiness and your hope. It will use you, weigh down on your soul till you pull away, and then, it will discard you and move on. Moving on is something this heart does extremely well. No regrets, no looking back, just searching for it’s next victim.

What Might Have Been

2007-09-01T15:59:45Z

“What might have been?” you ask.

“Might have been something truly wonderful,” you say.

“Might have been .. love?” you wonder.

Do not let outward appearances fool you, casual onlooker. “What might have been” can easily be what your mother warned you about, and by what, I mean who, and by who, I mean her. You see where I’m going with this, I’m sure.

Human beings can become very adept at hiding their true natures, some more so than others. Some of them become so adept at it that they don’t even know who they are anymore. They are just a reflection of whoever stands in front of them. Like all reflections, this one’s not real.

So casual onlooker, I implore you once again to not be fooled by outward appearances of “what might have been”. There isn’t anything there, we only see what we’re searching for.

Look deeper, casual onlooker, and stop wondering about “what might have been”. Stop pitying me. Be glad for me, for I have stopped chasing reflections and mirages has ruined more than one life.

The Day I Learned to Fly

2007-08-27T08:42:18Z

I closed my eyes and tried one more time. This was the 487th time I had tried that day (yes, I’d been keeping count). I didn’t do anything different that time from the 486 tries before but this time, it magically worked. I suddenly couldn’t feel the cold stones below my feet, the feeling had been replaced by a cool breeze that tickled the soles of my feet.

I almost didn’t dare open my eyes but I finally did. I was about to look at the world from a different perspective, everything would look different. It would almost be a new world.

Unfortunately, it was nothing special. It was no different from standing on top of a park bench and looking down at the rest of the world. I was so disappointed. What was the point of flying if it would be so boring? I can’t see what the fuss is all about.

I didn’t ever want to fly again after that experience. To cut a long story short, or a short story even shorter, I never tried to fly again.

Scream

2007-08-26T22:37:27Z

He looked down at her beautiful face. The tears had been flowing for a while, like they always did. Her tear filled eyes looked up at him, her vulnerability and desire plain to see, and she screamed, screamed for more.

“More? What more do you want?”

She wanted him never to stop, never to release her, never to let her go, never to take his love away. She wanted never to be alone, never to be lonely, never to be unloved, never to be unbound, never. Her heart was racing and her mind was flooded with these thoughts. She could not form any words to answer him and the only sound that escaped her lips was a moan.

He smiled at that. He loved to hear her moan with pleasure, loved to hear her sigh contentedly and loved to hear her scream. Oh, how he loved to hear her scream.

“I’ll do with you as I please. You should know better than to ask for anything. I think I’ll make you scream some more now.”

Her reply was yet another moan. Please, she thought, please don’t stop, do whatever you want with me, just don’t stop.

Sweet Surrender

2007-07-12T05:37:05Z

She looks up at me, both hesitant and eager at the same time. She does not know what to expect, only to obey everything I ask of her, to surrender completely.

There is fear in her eyes. It is that fear that excites both her and me. After all, fear and lust are closely intertwined. They drive us like no other emotion can, they can make us do many things. Yes, she will do many things. Her fear and lust will merge into a single wave of excitement and pleasure.

I reach out and touch stroke her cheek lightly. She smiles, reassured and silently reaffirming her trust in me. I will play with her limits today, test her trust and her resolve. There is a fine line between fear that excites and fear that makes you run. I want to get close to that boundary and yet never cross it. The anticipation of the pleasure to come makes me shudder with excitement.

I go over my every changing and ever burgeoning plans. Her complete surrender drives my mind to ever more exciting possibilities. Where do I stop and where do I begin?

Crash and Burn

2007-05-12T19:57:50Z

Fly me to the moon… nah, just another city will do. Not just any city, the city that has her in it’s confines.

It’s been a year, way too long. Even a few months would have been too long but now it’s just unbearably long. Two dozen flights a day, maybe more, and I can’t get myself on any of them. What’s been stopping me? Why haven’t I just bought a ticket and flown over there?

I can bet the plane will crash and burn if I ever got on it. That’s just the kind of luck we seem to have, with Everything. I’m not even kidding, it’s absolutely true. It’s been a series of mishaps over the last 13 months. One unexpected twist of fate after another. Not fate, I don’t believe in fate. Well, maybe I do. That’s a question for another time.

The Zoo

2007-04-16T10:48:09Z

The world of dating is more entertaining than any zoo with animals you could find. The preening peacocks, the lethargic hippos, the aloof lions, the predatory tigers, the docile sheep, the dangerous snakes, and the monkeys…. oh, the monkeys.

Oh man, do I have a story for you there!

Slaying the Monsters

2007-04-16T10:21:34Z

Sunshine flooded in the room and the dark corners revealed their secrets. There were no monsters hiding there. She had killed them all, she had survived. She had not crumbled. She hadn’t let her fears get the better of her.

She was strong! The realisation came flooding into her mind. She really was strong! The thought filled her with a calm and understated happiness. The monsters in the dark could not destroy her. She had fought them, slain them all and survived the night.

She got up and walked to the window. It was going to be a wonderful day. No, a wonderful week. No, it was going to be a wonderful life and she knew in her heart that it was true.