Tales of the Black Rose

What Happens at Midnight III

Sun, 20 Dec 2009 23:09:03 GMT

To read part three of "What Happens at Midnight", you need to have read Part One and Part Two.

NOT WORK SAFE!

I pushed through the fog of sleep with the sun streaming into my face through my now open window. I closed my eyes and tried to roll over. It's difficult because every muscle in my body aches. Then it all came flooding back to me. I remembered the mystery woman who licked me until I screamed. 'We are going to have a talk about that,' I thought to myself. I remembered cumming, blacking out, then awaking to find you massaging me with oil.

"Lie still," you said. I did. You gentle massaged every muscle then you had me again, this time slowly. I came screaming. I squirmed in my bed as I remembered realizing that the mere thought made me wet again. I finally found the energy to move, so I slowly rolled to my side. I opened my eyes and realized you weren't there. I was a little disappointed. I wanted to cuddle and hold you in arms and hit you for letting another person bring me pleasure. As thought about it, I realized it kind of turned me on, but I would still opt not to do it again.

I slowly got out of bed and reached for my purple silk kimono robe as there was a knock at my door.

"Who is it?" I asked, tying the robe closed.

"Its just me," Jasmine said as she opened the door. "Girl, are you alright? I got ready to go to bed and you were in here screaming. I would have got up to see if you were ok, but it stopped."

I just stood there staring at her. I started to space out when she snapped her fingers. "Roger that. This is Earth. Come in," she did in here best radio-distorted voice.

"I'm - I'm ok," I stammered out. "Its just that my baby give me a wonderful surprise last night." I smiled.

She burst out laughing. "Yeah, I know. I'm the one who let him in."

I leapt at her and threw my arms around her. "You are my new best friend!" We both walked into the kitchen giggling.

She sat on the counter as I started the coffee maker. It doesn't automatically start on Saturdays. "So, what was it like?" she asked eagerly. I know she wanted to hear all the juicy details, but I was still unsure of exactly what happened in some parts. I was especially unsure of the woman. Was she even real? Who was she? And why are you intimate enough with her that you could cum on her face and let her go down on your girlfriend? Then I got an idea.

I faced Jasmine with my arms folded across my chest. "I'll tell you about my night if you tell me who the tall brunette was?"

"Um...I can't," she said as she slid off the counter. "I promised him I wouldn't say anything."

"Really? Did you promise him anything else?"

"Yeah, that I would get you tell me how you felt about it and remind that you two are having dinner tonight. He said the car would be here around 7:30 p.m."

"A Car? Ok. Ok. So what do you want to know."

"Everything."

So I told her everything, everything that I could remember. After I told the story, I was wet again. My head started spinning. I swayed on my feet so I leaned on the counter for support. I thought I heard her ask me If I was ok, so I said, "I'm a little dizzy."

She knelt down beside me, looked up at me, very concerned.

"I'm ok. I've just been craving him for days. And I got what I wanted. I'm usually so satisfied, but now it's not the sex I'm craving. It's something else."

We talked for a bit longer before I went to my room. I found my phone on the floor next to my bed. It the only evidence that anything had occurred the night before. I had three text messages, all from you.

The first said "I love you. sleep well. see you tomorrow evening. dinner. muah." The second said "good morning sunshine. I hope you slept well. I hope you enjoyed last night. I did :) ready for another one tonight?" The last was the most recent. "Just so you know, she's an escort. I've never seen her before, but I thought you'd like her. let me know if that was too much."

I responded "yeah, a little to much, but it made me cum non the less. yes I slept well and enjoyed myself very much. see you tonight. kiss."

It was already 4 p.m. I had slept the day away. I drew a warm bath. I took the time to day dream while I was in there. Thoughts of you flowed like wine. They soon traveled to my nether lips as I imagined you bathing me. Then your fingers would travel down my stomach like mine did. They would delve into my pussy lips, slipping inside me, finding my g-spot as you always do. Making me scream, as you always do. My fingers swirled around my clit as I thought of you being inside me again. There was nothing I wanted more at that moment than to ride you. I would squeezed myself around you, milking you. The thoughts flowed like my juiced did. I came very hard, but silently.

I got out and got dressed with the intention of making you rock hard at the sight of me. I selected lingerie to wear underneath my dress, a peacock blue knee light cocktail dress with a deep V-neckline. The dressed hugged my body and emphasized the narrowness of my waist and the curve of my hip. I smiled to myself. I knew you would love it.

The door buzzed at 7:30 sharp. It was the driver. He had trouble speaking when he saw me. If that's the effect I had on him, imagine the I would have on you. I grabbed my wrap and bag and headed out the door. The midnight would different that than the last. For starters, I want to be on top.

Writer's Block: Twilight becomes you

Mon, 23 Nov 2009 01:34:13 GMT

Have you seen New Moon? If so, how do you think it compared to the book? Was it better or worse than Twilight? Please, no spoilers!

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New Moon...kinda sucked. Artistically, it was beautiful. The director did a fantastic job. the script was just all around bad, but then again book two also was boring. Plus, the werewolves stole the show. They were hotter and had more screen space. Edward Cullen is NOT hot. I don't get it.

Book 3 was better, so if they stick to book, Movie 3 should be better. Die-hard Twilight got what they wanted. Semi-fans, were irritated and non-fans got nothing at all. If you're not a die-hard fan wait til the DVD comes out.

I'm Not Dead.

Fri, 03 Jul 2009 21:07:22 GMT

For the record lovelies, I'm not dead.

Writer's Block: Celebrating Friendships

Fri, 24 Apr 2009 09:43:46 GMT

Over the past ten years, many friendships have started and/or been renewed on LiveJournal. Of your current LJ friends, who have you known the longest?

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Actually the oldest person I know on LJ is shiva_kun but that's cause we've been friends since the ninth grade. We are now both 24. The person I know LJ that I met on LJ and still talk to is fishnet_vixen. I read her journal a long time ago and chatted with her, but that was when I had a different user name. Then I changed it to something else. The I changed it again. But we have remained friends. I can't exactly pinpoint how long ago that was...but it was a couple of years. I have a couple of friends on LJ who I've been friends with longer, but they don't come around much anymore.

What Happens at Midnight 2

Wed, 25 Mar 2009 09:00:31 GMT

Part 2...not work safe

The woman tries to put a gag on me.

"No." That's my baby. I knew you wouldn't leave to endure the torment of this woman alone. "I want to hear her."

'What the fuck, baby' I almost cry out before I remembered there could be pain if I speak. I apparently have a puzzled look on my face because I feel your hands in my hair and lips near my ear.

"You are going to scream like you've never screamed before. Then, I'm gonna fuck you until you can't speak. And then I'm going to fuck you as hard as I can until you pass out." Just the though makes me wet. Mistress notices.

"I think she'll like that." She says with a mocking tone as she pinches and nibble my nipples that become hard a mere touch. My skin is so sensitive that just a touch in the You nibbles lightly on my ear as Mistress, kisses and nibbles my stomach. She's getting awfully close to the V of my thighs. I can feel myself growing wetter. I can feel her hot breath getting closer and closer to my wetness as I feel you pull away. You don't leave.

I nudge my head, but the blindfold doesn't move. I feel a sharp sting on my thigh. She smacked me. Wow. "Don't try to take that off. You won't like the result you get." Instantly her fingering plunge into my wetness and heat. I bite back a moan and I am slapped for it.

"I want to hear every sound you make." She says. She hit me and you didn't say anything. You must be enjoying this. I hear your pants unzip. You ARE enjoying this...you bastard!

She bites down hard on my nipple and I cry out. I can feel your hot gazes upon me. I shiver. Her fingers plunge into my wetness and I moan slightly. A sound of satisfaction comes from her lips as hear something being sucked. Her fingers maybe?

Her finger began to pump inside me slowly. I let out an agonizing moan as she flicks my clit with her tongue. I realize that the sucking sound is my pussy sucking in her fingers. At the thought, the walls of my pussy grip her fingers tightly and I let out another moan. She massages my g-spot and I quiver with lust. Her fingers fuck me faster and I hear a very male moan.

Her tongue attacks so quickly that I lose my breath. I can hear you jacking off nearby. 'You bastard! What have you done to me?' I think to myself. Mistress licks my pussy faster and deeper her fingers plunge inside me. Your moans tell me you are near orgasm. Well so am I. I scream in effort to withhold it. I hear you explode...but it doesn't land on me and my pussy is no longer being eaten.

Then I'm blind. The full moon is too bright. You removed my blind fold. I glance around and notice a gorgeous dark haired woman dressed like a cat burglar/dominatrix with cum all over her face. Oh. So that's where it went.
I glance at the clock and notices its only 12:30. Wow. Then she dives back between my legs and takes my clit between her lips and sucks. He tongue swirls around my clit and I scream. You seem all to happy about that. My breath is coming short gasps. I thrash back and forth in pleasure as you take your flaccid member in your hands.

"I love the look on your face. It gets to me every time." You give me a deep kiss. You pull my hair and I moan extra loud. You whisper into my lips, "Come for me, ma cherie." Mistress licks me pussy once more has you tweek my nipples. I scream.

I scream for so long I use all my breath. Then you plunge your now hard member deep inside me with one thrust. With each thrust I arch my back more and my pussy walls grip you tighter. My breath is being stolen in each thrust. My legs get uncuffed and out of habit I wrap them around your waist. You plunge into me deeper. I throw my head back and scream louder than I ever have. Your moans make me wetter and tighter. You bite down on my neck as I orgasm. You come screaming. And then...

...Everything fades to black.

RePOST: What happens at midnight.

Wed, 25 Mar 2009 08:55:14 GMT

NOT WORK SAFE!

Its ten minutes ‘til midnight. I can’t sleep. You’re so far away. You went out of town without me. Every night at midnight since you left, I’ve received sexy text messages from you. Right now, I am anxiously awaiting them. I’m sweating, because it was too hot. I can’t move, think, or sleep. I lay so still, as if I know you’ll come home tonight and see me waiting. Waiting for relief. My bedside phone rings. I’m too tired, and too horny to answer. But I do. Its you.

You tell me to undress. I hear an echo, like you are far away.

“But baby,” I say, “my roommate…”

“Undress.” It's all I hear before the click of the phone.

I sat and wondered what you could have in store for me. I smiled. I got up and walked into my walk-in closet. I hate having clothes all over my floor, unless I’m in the moment, of course. As I removed my pajamas, I heard the door open.

It was my roommate, Jasmine. “Are you alright in there?” I’m glad I was in the closet, so she couldn’t see that I was naked.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” I replied.

“Are you sure? Cause you were making some weird noises.”

“Yeah, I’m sure.”

“Ok. Goodnight.” The door closed.

“Goodnight.” The words came out automatically. I wasn’t even thinking about my roommate. I was thinking about you.

I climbed into bed. Just as I did, I received a text message on my cell w/ a picture attached. The message said, ‘Lock your bedroom door. Unlock your balcony door. Put on your blindfold. Wait for me.’ The picture was of you, not wearing a stitch of clothing. I closed it immediately. I forgot how sexy you were, though you’ve only been gone a short time. Just thinking about the things you could do to me if you were here, made me create a large wet spot in my bed.

I lay in my bed for what I thought was an hour (it was really only 10 minutes). Just as I started to doze off, I heard shuffling on my balcony.

“Baby?” I whispered. But as soon as I did, the shuffling stopped. My mind wandered. I kept thinking about the stranger fantasy I told you about. I kept trying to remember exactly what I said, but the thoughts never came. If they had, I would know what was about to come next.

An uneasiness washed over me, because I couldn’t’ remember my own fantasy, the same fantasy I felt was about to come true.

I whisper again, slightly louder this time, “Baby?” I heard nothing, just the blow off the wind and…loud rough sex? ‘That has to be Jasmine watching Devinn Lane and Evan Stone, again. I swear that girl masturbates more than she studies.’ I thought to myself. My roommate and I share a favorite porn star. I heard the sounds of pleasure come from the other side of the wall. ‘Monica’s boyfriend must be back.’ I thought to myself. ‘Why else would there be any noise coming from her room.’

I kept hearing the moaning coming from my roommates’ rooms. It kept getting louder and louder, as if they were being fucked harder and harder. I kept thinking, ‘this bastard has me in here with a blindfold on while my roommates are getting their brains fucked out by themselves and/or others…or both.’

“This so sucks.” I happened to say out loud just as all the noises suddenly stopped.

“You soon will.” It was you. I didn’t even hear you come in.

“Baby!” I was so excited to hear your voice. You sounded like you were right next to me, but when I reached out to touch you, all I got was air.

“Keep your hands to yourself. You’ll get your chance…after we’re done.”

“Wait! We’re? Who the hell is ‘We’re’?” I didn’t remember telling you I wanted us to fuck anybody but each other.

“Quiet.” You use this firm tone of voice I’ve never heard before. It’s strangely sexy. I stay quiet, anticipating what you’re going to do to me.

Soft hands began to caress my skin…a woman’s hands? They were way too soft to be a man’s.

“Um...Baby?”

I heard a woman’s voice, “Quiet, slave.” Her voice was sexy. I’ve never thought a woman’s voice to be sexy….until now. “You will not say one word until you are spoken to. You will address us as Mistress and Master, and if you pass this test, well, you’ll get a big surprise.”

‘Surprise?’ I thought to myself ‘A car, an orgasm. What could this woman possibly give me, or maybe he’ll give me something. A vacation to Maui will be nice.’ …

I felt a feather began to caress my skin, starting at my toes. It tickled, so I giggled.
“Make another sound, and I will beat you until you bleed.” It was the woman’s voice; it held such malice, I obeyed against my will…

Writer's Block: Things You Don't Want to Know

Mon, 23 Mar 2009 08:15:34 GMT

If you knew that a friend's significant other was cheating on him or her, would you tell your friend the truth or keep it to yourself?

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I...would tell. Mind you, I've had a boyfriend cheat on me ... and my bff at the time knew and didn't tell me because was also sleeping him. The cost of friendship may be at stake...but a true friend will always have your best interest at heart. So therefore, you should always have your friend's best interest in mind when you think about whether or not to spill the beans.

Writer's Block: Take Your Chances

Sun, 22 Mar 2009 23:51:56 GMT

Do you think people deserve second chances?

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Depends on why they need the second chance.

Wha- huh?

Wed, 11 Mar 2009 17:13:59 GMT

Why am I looking at wedding dresses? seriously...I'm researching weddings. why?

Writer's Block: Close Encounters of the Celebrity Kind

Mon, 09 Mar 2009 05:18:32 GMT

Have you ever met a celebrity in real life? Who was it and how did your paths cross?

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Yeah. Eva Pigford, winner of America's Next Top Model season 3. We went to the same church for many years.

I met Tyra Banks. I got to talk to her after we taped her show when it was still in LA. She gave me hug. It was nice.

I met Bruce Willis when he got his star on the Hollywood walk of fame. Same with Destiny's Child. I guess I was just in the right place at the right time.

Life Sucks

Mon, 19 Jan 2009 17:14:16 GMT

I know I said I was working on a story...and I am. But I have writers block! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Writer's Block: True Crime

Thu, 15 Jan 2009 22:01:12 GMT

Today is the anniversary of the death of Elizabeth Short, also known as the Black Dahlia. What real-life murder story are you most fascinated by?

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I am actually kind of interested in The Black Dahlia. She was was murdered around the corner from where I currently live in Leimert Park in Los Angeles.

Writer's Block: Misdirected Mail

Mon, 22 Dec 2008 18:26:17 GMT

Have you ever replied to or cc'ed someone on an email that was definitely not intended for their eyes? Or received one that was about you but wasn't meant for you to read? What was the email about and how did you react?

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I had the unfortunate time of receiving an email from my former Artistic Director not two hours after she let me go from her dance company. I was quite shocked to find that some of the things we had discussed were twisted for the benefit of making her look better.

First of all apparently dancers couldn't get along with me. At least that's what they said behind my back. To my face they appeared as if nothing was wrong. When I was let go she accused several of the dancers of saying I had animosity towards them, but in the email it was quite the opposite. Suddenly I was the one with all the problems. By the way, I was CC on every email she sent because she forgot to take me off the list.

I didn't respond until I got the latest one. Which said basically that two of the newest understudies were going through the same thing. The veteran dancers sort of "ganged up" on them say things like "her personality doesn't mesh with us...she's too aggressive" or "she's such a diva" or "She's too snide". The majority of the comments I know not be true. The email went on to say that She had enough of letting dancers go, so they were either gonna get along the company would be the dissolved. Mind you, besides me, she let go of FIVE dancers because the veterans couldn't get along with them.

I had enough. I take one of her classes, so I waited till most of the dancers who had crossed me arrived. Then she and I "talked". Although I did get kinda loud (on purpose) I basically said, If all of these things are true, then why did you basically tell me I was disposable and unworthy of finding another method of dealing with the problems. Clearly, there IS and WAS another method. I dare you to tell your dancers just how much they really mean to you, which dancers you would chose over others and how much crap you would and will take from certain dancers, even going so far as to reject numerous other girls who are clearlytalented? I dare you to explain it to them.

Needless to say she was pissed off. There were whispers behind me of 'Ohmigod. How did she know? What's [insert bitch's name here] gonna do?'

Oh well.

Writer's Block: Untimely Passing

Tue, 09 Dec 2008 07:20:07 GMT

RIP John Lennon. The list of sudden and unexpected celebrity deaths is long—Princess Di, Heath Ledger, Kurt Cobain, Marilyn Monroe, and many more. Which one affected you the most on an emotional level?

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Most recently, Heath Ledger's death affected me the most. It was so unexpected and so tragic that I could even sit through the previews of The Dark Knight. I would cry every time. That's what he is going to be remembered for, being lunatic. But I will remember him as William in A Knight's Tale. He was young, fresh and determined.

Writer's Block: Gone but Not Forgotten

Fri, 05 Dec 2008 01:27:52 GMT

Many beloved television shows are no longer with us, like Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Six Feet Under, and Mystery Science Theater 3000. What defunct television show do you miss the most?

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I miss Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel: the Series, Firefly, La Femme Nikita, Dark Angel Stargate: SG-1, Xena: Warrior Princess and Charmed.

I miss the cartoons Pirates of Dark Water, Thundercats and Johnny Quest.

I clearly don't watch tv anymore except to see Santuary, Stargate Atlantis and Top Chef

Yonkied from sexahlilthing

Thu, 27 Nov 2008 03:25:01 GMT

A: What accessories do you wear every day?
earrings to "match" with what ever I'm wearing. I tend to wear them for days at a time.

B: What is your beauty routine?
wash face, moisturize, brush teeth, comb hair

C: What was the last item of clothing (for yourself) that you purchased?
...I don't remember. It's been a while.

D: Do you use a dresser, closet, or both?
both. and both are full. Oh wait no, the closet is half empty cause I gave stuff to Goodwill.

E: What type of earrings are in your ears right now?
none

F: What type of figure do you have?
full figured. Hourglass.

G: Do you wear glasses?
sunglasses ;)

H: What type of handbag do you carry?
depends on the occasion. some days I carry none.

I: What is your ideal style?
what ever is clean unless I'm feeling pretty.

J: What is your favorite brand of jeans?
whatever ones my big butt can get into...

K: Do you wear knee-hi stockings?
yes. When I have a reason ;)

L: Do you *have* to wear matching lingerie?
no. but its fun when I do...and very hot!

M: Do you wear makeup?
most days, just mascara, eyeliner, and lipgloss.

N: Do you wear nightgowns?
yes. I love them. They are soft.

O: What outerwear do you put on when going out on a typical winters day?
coat, scarf, sometimes a hat.

P: Perfume?
yes. I have three.

Q: Is your motto "quality over quantity" when it comes to clothing and accessories?
yes. "quality" clothes last longer - way longer.

R: Do you wear rain boots?
no, but I want some.

S: Do you wear socks or slippers when your feet get cold?
yes. spongebob slippers or christmas socks

T: Do you have a set of travel luggage?
not a set, but I have luggage.

U: What is your daily uniform?
jeans, sneakers or flip-flops (depends if its cold), a nice top.

V: If you are married, did you wear a veil with your wedding dress? If not, how did you do your hair?
depends on the dress and the season.

W: Do you wear a watch?
no. I should though, huh?

X: What item of clothing always makes you feel beautiful?
none. I feel most beautiful when I'm naked with my hair a little wild.

Y: What is your favorite type of yarn?
cashmere...oh wait, is that a yarn?

Z: Do you prefer zippers or buttons?
zippers. they tend to make me look slimmer.

Writer's Block: Fellow Libras

Sat, 08 Nov 2008 16:42:41 GMT

Bram Stoker, author of Dracula, and Vlad the Impaler, the original Dracula, have the same birthday. Coincidence?

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FATE.

Silver Bells, Silver Bells...

Sat, 22 Dec 2007 18:45:37 GMT

Dear Santa...

Dear Santa,

This year I've been busy!

In July I bought porn for sir_lancelot_88 (-10 points). Last Saturday I pulled over and changed ohvey's flat tire (15 points). Last Friday I set chemical_gurly's puppy on fire (-66 points). In March I helped fishnet_vixen hide a body (-173 points). In April I signed my organ donor card (28 points).

Overall, I've been naughty (-206 points). For Christmas I deserve a spanking!

Sincerely,
countessjade

Things I Can't Believe

Mon, 17 Dec 2007 18:22:15 GMT

I can't believe my Ex would show up after all that he did to me.

I can't believe he asked me to marry him. I said

NONO NO NONONONO
NO NO NO NONONONO
NO NO NO NO NO
NO NO NO NO !!! NO
NO NO NO NO NO
NO NO NO NONONONO
NO NONO NONONONO

I can't believe my photo instructor would give us a ton of work to do for our final in a beginning class.

I can't believe the store I work at has been so slow and its supposed to be the "holiday season".

I can't believe I still buy into the idea of "Prince Charming".

I can't believe Al Gore won a Noble Peace Prize.

I can't believe I can possibly graduate in June 2008.

I can't believe I lost 20 pounds!!!

I can believe that my dreams of successfully finishing college are finaly coming true.

This post wil be x-posted to my personal blog @ enchanted-grace

Only A Chosen Few...To Read My Thoughs

Tue, 15 May 2007 06:22:37 GMT