hot action

Here is something sharp for the senses. A video sent in by a reader...

I took the raw video and gave it the treatment and added a reading by my sexy robot friend, Vicki. The words are lyrics to an A/V song.

hotaction-undertheknife.mov [3MB QuickTime]

Unpublished entry, Aug. 1 2005
How am I going to get the rest of your clothes off if you're all tied up?

I guess I'll just have to cut them off.

Half-naked and bound with your hands up over your head. The handcuff chain rattles against the iron railing of the headboard. I need you to stop writhing around.

The sight of knives terrifies and excites you, it seems. Takes you straight to the point of orgasm even.

I kneel over you, armed with sharp steel in a predator pose. I don't understand this fetish of yours. But I don't feel the need to understand everything.

Now hold still for me.

A serrated edge separates thread from thread. Slowly splits your shirt at the seams.

Mmm, so warm and smooth, your skin. You thrust out a shoulder, hinting, guiding me to trace the tip of my knife along your collarbone. You're my prisoner and yet I can only follow where you lead. Where are you taking us?

Are you challenging me with those eyes? I could learn to like this. You don't dare look away, not even for a second. Yes, I am learning to like this.

Remember that movie Secretary, where the hero's role was to take the blade away. What if we turn that around.

What if the hero's role is to bring the blade?

With the flat of the knife I push your legs apart.

You cry out now, you moan so loud as I slide the side of the blade up along your thigh... full-on moans. Cock-moans.

It's not just the knife against your leg. I know that somehow I'm touching you somewhere deep inside you. Touching you in a hot dark place, a place that I will never see.

And that is the definition of fucking.

Posted by philip on January 20, 2007 04:52 PM | Permalink