Erotic Story – Passion

Mesmerizing lights danced on the walls, undulating to the demonic beats that poured out of PA system in a steady, ear-piercing flow. The red, black, and silver flashes created an other-worldly mood in the throbbing scene — a dizzyingly sweet feeling.

My back was pressed against a cool granite wall, smoothed over by years of wear and paint. The mural upon which I rested depicted two delicate females intertwined in a luscious and seductive pose, though seemingly bound by heavy chains to the wall upon which they lived, flames licking their bare sexes. It was lovely. The other walls were painted in similar fashions, displaying lust and pain as one, but this particular wall was my favourite. The scene held so many memories for me. . .
Near the steps that led down into this haven two males sat, wrapped up in a similar fashion as the displays. One wore a thick, studded collar, leashed by the other. They licked at each other’s faces like rabid dogs, hungering for the flesh of the other. Their hands ran over each other’s bodies, nails scratching along the bare skin and occasionally snagging on the scant clothing they wore. Their hunger seemed intensified by every touch. I smiled, hoping they would be satisfied soon. Above the door, bold letters spelled out “Hell” in a blunt and arrogant fashion. I never took notice to the club’s name, but it almost seemed fitting. After all, this was a place of sin, pain, and lust. Why not?
A glint in the corner of my eye caught my attention, and I detached myself from my perch on the sidelines. There she stood, waiting for me as she had promised. A lace corset cinched her torso, her breast overflowing, long hair swirling witch-like around her hips. Fishnets defined her length of legs, ending in ankle-high leather boots. My boots, to be exact. But that was fine. A light had caught on the handcuffs that bound her delicate wrists, that was what had caught my attention. Now she beckoned me with a crooked finger, her unused hand dangling helplessly. When I approached her bound arms encircled my neck, as her silken mouth greedily glided along my neck, her swelling breasts warm against my own. I moaned and quivered as a muscular thigh pressed lightly on my clitoris, feeling the rising fire between my legs. Regaining my composure, I roughly grabbed her bindings and pulled her towards the exit of Hell. She followed along, a small grin playing on her elfin face.
The cool night air was welcoming after the heat of the club, crisp and embracing as we fled in excitement from the noise. Our breaths rose to the smoky sky in minty clouds and we rounded the building, heels clacking in the silence like new-age horses racing along a forbidden path. Once in the shadows she stopped, her mouth closing over my own and causing the wetness between my legs to throb in a luscious, painful manner.
She pulled away, her grin becoming a malicious smile as a crude knife materialized from somewhere behind her. Its narrowed tip was balanced in her stomach, held by only a single, wine-tipped nail. With a sudden rush of movement she pressed against me once again, the handle now pressed into my own abdomen. She pulled back as the orgasmic pain washed over her, her body convulsing with pleasure. Dark blood spilled to the filthy pavement, steaming as it created puddles around our leather-clad feet. She knelt in her own life’s liquid, urging me to lap it from her wound. Her back arched in ecstasy as my tongue caressed the broken flesh, her blood intoxicating me like a forbidden liquor. As her life faded from her eyes, I smeared the liquid on her face in an urgent, passionate kiss. Her last breath was shuddered in bliss, her empty eyes starring at the burning, brilliant stars above.
I sat for a while combing my fingers through her silken, chocolate river of hair, as I pondered my love for the girl. Then, like a melting pot of emotions, my thoughts strayed to the two penises I had witnessed earlier. Had they enjoyed the same pleasure tonight, and had one been left to search for their own blissful end? I hoped so. And with one final kiss to her lifeless lips, I left my beloved to be absorbed by the moonlight and traveled to my own desolate home.

November 20, 2000

By Lovelorn Bathory

I am currently a student at Washington College, majoring in English with a minor in Creative Writing. I am also a ballet dancer, photographer, and am beginning to go deeper into other forms of visual art. I hope to one day become all that art is.