Black Stiletto Diaries

For Fignuts...or as I call her Figgy....

After a brutal battle, and explosion near the house prompted some debris to be blown next to me sending the book right into my lap literally. A gorgeous book with etching, a diary I presumed as I trotted off to heal my wounds. Getting back to the house, I avoided my fellow teammates as we all arrived to the safety and sanctity of our home, helping each other with cuts and scrapes, except me anyway. Undressing in nothing but my underwear the book and myself find a comfy spot on my bed as I open to see the first page and my eyes widen in shock as to the people and what they would do or happen to one another.

The wet spot in my thong from the battle, from Wolverine’s sweaty heavy palms all over me grew even wetter of his story, Jean’s story of him fucking her. Ideas ran through my head as I fumbled for a pen in my dresser. My hand grew shaky, not knowing if I wanted to write my fantasy or go live it with my imagination guiding my hand to my throbbing pussy. The tip of the pen finds the paper as my hand glides across the paper in neat and sloppy script.

Dear Diary,

Of all the men I’ve come across never had the feelings for this one particular man ever been so strong. I hate the way he treats me, going after everyone else and denying me the attention I need, even though he can’t touch me. I know it’s wrong to feel this way but, there’s just something about him that makes me so hot, my powers just take over me, all that power and lustful want is not a good combination. But man when he walks around, his body hard, his hair flowing in the wind, that cocky ass confident smile just sends chills straight from my spine all the way to my pussy and my fingers crave to touch myself in his presence. The slyness in his voice just crawls all over my skin making every inch of it pimply, my nipples erect and wanting his fingers to pinch and squeeze them as he talks to me, telling me things he’d do to me once he got his hands on me.

I’ve wondered what it would be like if I provoked him, played with his emotions with my sensual girlish ways, actually I’ve wondered more what it would be like to have his cock, soft and flaccid rolling over each of my fingers as my tongue advertently licked his smooth velvet tip. The tip fluttering, flicking and licking with slow deliberate silent motion. The whole of my tongue lying flatly against the long shaft as I stroke him up and down bathing him with snake like kisses from base to tip. Up and down I move feeling myself growing wet with each movement I make. I crave to hear his moan dancing in my ears as I satisfy him teasingly. What would he do if did such a thing? Just the thought of my touching him, he touching me excites us both yet scares us to death. And that all the more makes me want him more.

Slowly my lips move shaping over his wet dripping tip as I lick the sticky tangy salty nectar of his dick. The rough bumps of my tongue massaging over the rippled skin just under the tiny hole, tickling the thick line leading down his cock. My tongue whips back and forth as his head moves under as my teeth capture him as the underbelly of my tongue waves along the edge of his tip. I moan as it moves, burrows it way in swimming in my saliva as the thickness invading my mouth spills the hot pool down my chin onto my breasts. Then he feels the effects of what is happening and he quickly stops pulling himself free of me before he falls into something he cannot pull himself free of. He pulls me up rough knowing I can take it; take whatever he dishes out to me, praying he’ll give more, just once.

Ohhhh God how hot this is making me, I just want to look into those piercing eyes of his as he leans in closer taking anything personal of mine, my space, my time……and pray he just loses his common sense, forgetting our touch is forbidden even if only for a second. Oh how I wish those skilled, hands would just push me against the wall, yeah, whenever I’d provoke him, dare him for any of his antics he’s so famous for and watch…feel as he pushes that strong, hard, chiseled body against my small frame, pinning me as he looks deeply into mine grabbing me forcing me, not against my will but by his own, plunging my world into a deep unseen abyss of confusion and want. How much I crave for those smooth lips to be pressed against mine, his smooth tongue sliding past my lips into my mouth swirling around controlling my own, not devouring me, rather tasting me slowly, exploring uncharted forbidden territory.

Sliding in and out, dragging slowly across my open mouth as I pant wanting it back inside.
I want him so bad, want him to tease me with the tip of it taking quick sultry licks of my bottom lip then my top as I try to capture it, panting breathlessly as he teases me. My hands grab for him but no, he doesn’t allow that, he’s the one in control. Always the one in control. He stares deep into my eyes, that snake like charm of his making me easily obey anything he says. His only words to me, ‘Scream and I’ll stop.’ My lip quivers as the words linger all over my body, my legs lifted off the floor as he releases himself from his pants. Rock hard and ready to split my middle apart, he presses it against the doorway that’s been secretly open for him for years, only him. But he doesn’t move, he tests me. ‘Move and you’ll regret it.’

His hand slides down my side and back up my belly to my breast. Cupping it gently his gloved hand caresses me, squeezes me gently. My nipple lands between his teeth as his tongue flutters over it and I feel him shiver. My pussy gets wetter as he inches inside by mistake, and my mistake I gasp and say his name………then he walks away fighting all urges to take me like no other man could ever.

By: Wanda M.
Fantasy…..

‘What in the fuck?!!’ Logan exclaimed.

Everyone turned to Remy and looked at him quizzingly and all he could do was hunch his shoulders.

‘T’ought it was me too mon amis, c’est la vie.’

Logan looked over at Charles and shook his head.

‘What’s the world coming too? Laura with me now Wanda with….Erik, geez.’
‘No man can love a woman like a father love his baby girl non?’ said Remy shuffling a deck of cards.
‘Yeah, whatever that was hot anyway, in a sick sordid way,’ Kurt said wagging his tail.
‘Alright, next chapter,’ replied Fury.