Misterswizz - Mr. Swizz Escapades

Ex on the Train at 4am

(This was my very first tumblr post back in ‘09.)

I’m stuck at a dying party with no one to talk to and a missing g-string. The street is hot and the subway is hotter but at least by now, it’s nearly empty. There are only two other people on the train, and I sit down directly across from one of them before I realize it’s my ex-boyfriend.

Shivers. Where those good or bad?

He’s looking at me with that grin of his and I want to slap him. And kiss him. God, I must be drunk.

He doesn’t say anything, but he looks me up and down trying to remember what I look like under these clothes. Eye contact lasts as he gets up and moves towards me. He still hasn’t said a word, and my body is doing things it shouldn’t. His hand grabs the railing above my head and he looks down at me with that grin. When I finally look away, my eyes move down and lock onto his zipper. I know it’s under there. I remember. I remember far too well for being this close to him at 4am on a subway when I’ve been drinking.

My hands are on his hips, sliding up under his tee shirt to his hard flat stomach. One hand pushes hair away from my face. One of my hands is pressing against his cock through his jeans and I can tell he likes it.

He’s sitting now, and I’m on his lap. The train is moving fast and the old man in the corner is watching us.

I don’t know whose hands unzipped his jeans, and I don’t know who guided him into me, but I do know it was me who kissed him so hard I almost drew blood. His hands slid up under my skirt, gripped my ass tightly and pulled me down around him until I could feel his pelvic bone against my clit.

I’m screaming into his mouth as I fuck him, and I barely notice that the train has stopped. It’s only another couple stumbling onto the train, totally unaware of us as they kiss against the door.

As we start moving again, he’s thrusting into me with the same rhythm as the train, and I’m remembering every single time we fucked. His hands are around me, I’m pushing onto him, sucking his lip into my mouth, and I can’t believe that I’m about to come.

I bury my mouth in his neck, moaning into his skin as his fingers slide up between my thighs from behind. Oh god, I think to myself. He remembers.

Just as I begin to bite into his neck, one finger pushes gently into my ass and I’m coming like I always used to. My body is shaking, my breath is short, and I know there are scratches on his shoulders.

When my breath slows down I can tell he’s still hard inside me. He could always wait as long as he wanted. He could take me home, fuck me all night, and then fuck me again after breakfast.

The train stops at the next station. He’s kissing my neck, and holding me, whispering things into my ear about what else he wants to do before the sun comes up.

Before I know it, I’m sliding out the door just as it’s closing. The look of surprise hasn’t even registered on his face as he sits there with his big cock sticking out of his jeans.

“Thanks,” I say, as I blow him a kiss and walk up the stairs into the early morning.

-gny

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Restoring The Smallest Clockwork

Since I’ve had a bunch of books banned and even more stories I didn’t even try to publish, I’ve updated my Taboo Bundle to include the super fucked up shit. At least while it lasts and I don’t get shut down for selling the really pervy shit. 

So, I’ve included the last two banned books: Trigger Warning (con-non-con) and Daddies and Babygirls along with four stories of blatantly fucked up incest (some of which are sweet once you move past the moral issues.) 

It’s $12.99 via PayPal and will send you to a dropbox folder where you can download them all and red hower you like.

Probably for a limited time since I doubt it can last.

https://transactions.sendowl.com/products/78008241/C1B9A8DF/view

When the censors start coming, we go full-on fucked up.

CK

A better, more positive Tumblr

If you’d like to download an entire Tumblr blog, you can use this open-source application called TumblThree. I’m including a link to the GitHub releases – if you have a Windows system, just download the one marked as “Application”.

I’m going to allow my blog to remain up and force Tumblr to delete it.

Parking lot flirtation

We hit it right off. She likes me, she isn't hiding it.

I lean forward and stare at her alluring eyes for a minute. My my she’s beautiful. She leans on in. Our first little kiss. I like it.

The rugby world cup is going on. We were at a club house. RSA is about to make a try. Nobody notices us.

I whisper, "Let's head to the car." She smiles kisses me again. I guess that's her way of saying YES.

We're at the trunk of the car kissing. My hands make their way up the short skirt, her skin is silky smooth. I grab a butt cheeks. I can't seem to let them go.

She does the kinkiest thing. Whilst staring at me longingly, her fingers slide into her pussy. She does three quick thrusts pulls her hand to her mouth then licks her finger. She does it again. This time we fight for the finger. Fukin sweet.

I pull the back door open. I loosen my belts and lie on the back seat. She pulls her dress up, slides the underwear to the side, proceeds in slow motion to sit on my dick.   My tip has just gotten to her inside. She’s very wet. My heart is pounding. The adrenaline is rushing.  I am staring in her beautiful eyes. I am in heaven.

A security guard comes around and shouts, "What in F!@# hell is going on here!"

The Card

I finally felt like I was getting it. As I walked through the party, I was starting to see that there were really two parties going on at once. Maybe even more.

On the surface, it was a sex party. Strangers and friends, flirting and drinking and giggling and groping. Spanked bottoms and tits out and fun.

Below the surface were those in the Order. Smiling and watching. They kissed and played as well, but always above all else, they observed. They collected faces and secrets and oversaw the parties as a one would oversee a vineyard. Pruning, watering, ready to harvest what fruits came to bear at just the right moment.

It all made me so much more excited about the card in my bag. They had seen something in me. They had given me a glimpse of what was behind that secret red door I’ve heard about.

When I saw Matilda and her mysterious partner beckon me across the room, I tried not to smile like an idiot. They said nothing but led me down the hall into a part of the studio I was told we weren’t supposed to enter.

Matilda’s partner, the well-dressed gentleman with the salt and pepper hair and the purple tie, produced a key and opened a door. I was led into the room.

“I’ll have your card,” Matilda said, suddenly serious.

I fumbled in my purse, pretending for a moment I needed to find it, though I knew exactly where it was.

I handed it to her, and she looked it over, while also looking me over.

“That’s fine,” she said simply, handing it back to me.

She moved closer, looking carefully at me, in my eyes, at my lips, making me blush.

The other one, the man, came up next to her and with a steely look said directly, “it would be best to inspect her here.”

Matilda nodded.

I was in a pretty black babydoll dress with a white peter pan collar. I wasn’t expecting to play at the party, just people watch, still, I knew the rules. I knew if a member asked, I needed to let them inspect me. It was part of the initiation. It made me weak in the knees.

They both raised an eyebrow at my lack of immediate action. I stammered an apology and looked around, trying to figure out what I should do.

The little room they brought me into was an office. Not much more than some bookshelves and a desk. The nameless man took my arm and pushed me towards the desk.

“Do you submit to inspection, as per the conventions of petition?” he said roughly.

I nodded and then remembering, I turned to him and raised my head, showing him my neck.

“I submit to inspection,” I whispered.

I thought perhaps Matilda would do it. The thought made me excited. She was so beautiful and glamorous. Her partner was, perhaps, glamorous in his own way, but I didn’t know him. He was just a well-dressed stranger.

He spun me around and made quick work of the buttons of my dress. He didn’t take it off, but awkwardly pulled it down my shoulders and arms until my breasts were exposed. He undid my bra with the same speed and skill.

I was sort of bound by my dress, with my bra only undone and lifted up a bit, just enough to give him access.

He fondled me. I can’t think of another word. Just quick, objectifying groping. I saw Matilda smile as she leaned against the closed door and watched.

He made some slight grunt that sounded like he liked what he felt. His hands were all over, on my stomach, on my neck. He put his thumb on my chin and opened my mouth. He looked into it and then pushed two fingers in. I had to concentrate to stay still, to not choke as his thick fingers pressed my tongue, probing me for who knows what.

Then he was done with that and spun me around once more. He pushed me forward, and I steadied myself on the desk.

He pulled up my dress, pushing it over my ass, and then he once more groped me. More little sounds of appreciation. One little smack followed a squeezing of my inner thighs, one at a time.

I turned a little, seeing Matilda over my shoulder. She was watching intently, her eyes a little far away.

When he fingers moved between my legs, I squirmed a little, though I tried to fight the urge. He let out a somewhat annoyed sound and pushed me against the desk to hold me still.

A tug on my panties, then he pushed the crotch to the side. How had I gotten so wet?

Silence for a moment. My breathing sounding loud in the little room. Another positive grunt from the nameless man and then his fingers were spreading me open.

I whined then, a pathetic little whine. I don’t even know what I wanted, for him to stop, for him to fuck me? He pushed me down a bit, and I felt him shift. He was showing me to Matilda. Showing her how wet I was.

A little laugh from her and I nearly died.

Then his finger pushed into me, and before I could stop myself, I leaned down further and pushed back against his finger, aching for more.

He laughed then and took his finger out, stepping back, and whispering to Matilda.

“Fix yourself up and then go back to the party. We are through with you,” Matilda said with a frown on her red lips and a smile in her eyes.

The man laughed again and watched me awkwardly dress. As he watched, he casually licked his fingers.