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"No brake should be applied to passion ; when the appetites speak, they must be heard."
Marquis DeSade
littlewicked March 13th 1967 (Age 42) Female Nebraska
I am a 41 year old female, of average appearance I believe. I have a pretty open mind about most things and try to do my best to constantly further my knowledge about everything I can, including myself.
I find myself alone at this point in my life raising a son by myself, but believe it is better this way for him and when he is 18, my life will begin again. I do date rarely but my romantic life does not cross with my son's life, which means my boy will never meet the "boyfriends on parade" when they come about.
I prefer the kink side when it comes to my romantic life, I do not enjoy vanilla life as it were. I was married for 11 years, it did not end nicely but needed to end. Now I have learned to adore life in the simplest ways. I love the tactile sensations involved in kink, the discussion of options and knowing I have pleased the One I wish to be with.
I have had a few men in my life but only 2 really ring true in my heart. One was my first true love but lost track of later in life. The other I still speak to once in awhile and still find Him to be the most erotic and delicious Man I have ever met. Physically we were not together long, but in that time I learned more about myself that I ever had in life and I owe that all to Him. I learned that beauty is not in our eyes as women when we look upon ourselves in a mirror, it is reflected in the eyes of those who look upon us and express their pleasure. He probably does not even know I hold Him in such high regard but that is okay as He has His own life now. I can honestly thank Him for realizing what true love really is.
I hope to find more to do in my life and enjoy many normal things like riding on the back of a Harley wrapped around the strong back of a man clad in leather, going on a nice weekend Poker Run, the wind rushing thru my hair, playing a good game of pool or darts with a few good friends, and hitting the river boating in the heat with a few beers and buddies. I guess I am more of a tomboy, but do like to dress up once in awhile if given the chance. I have been called a strong woman before, but if truth be told i prefer to sit at the feet of a Dominant Man, to me there is no better place in the world. To feel his fingers in my hair as i lay my head on his thigh, it makes my world perfect.
All in all, I think I try to better myself at any chance, and further my knowledge on myself and life. I am more spiritual than religious and try to help others when I can. I figure if I can do well in this life and leave a good memory in others hearts I have done okay.
The true woman hidden deep inside of me that i allow so few see
"... remember Machiavelli, according to whom it were better to be impetuous than circumspect, because Nature is a woman to be mastered only by Him who goes to her whip in hand."
~ Marquis De Sade~
This is the woman that protects the submissive one within against society's judgement
"Lust's passion will be served ; it demands, it militates, it tyrranizes, it must therefore be appeased, and to its satisfaction all other conditions are totally irrelevant."
~Marquis De Sade~
"Certain souls seem hard because they are capable of strong feelings, and they sometimes go to rather extreme lengths; their apparent unconcern and cruelty are but ways, known only to themselves, of feeling more strongly than others."
~MDS~
"I have supported my deviations with reasons; I did not stop at mere doubt; I have vanquished, I have uprooted, I have destroyed everything in my heart that might have interfered with my pleasure."
~MDS~
Watching the police officer walk up towards her window, Kytti’s mind became a whirlwind of ideas as to what exactly she was going to say when the officer demanded her license and insurance. It was all like a slow motion movie to her as her mind came up with the tired excuse of her leaving her wallet at home, she figured she could just give the cop her sister’s information. After all her sister and she looked pretty close to each other and were only separated by 3 years. Kytti looked into her driver’s side mirror and realized the officer was standing just out of view, she jumped when she heard the end of his flashlight tap the window.
“Slowly get out of the vehicle…” the officer said then backed up allowing her room to open the door and step out of her car. She turned to approach him a bit closer when he said “that’s just fine right where you are”, she stopped in her tracks looking towards him but could see nothing aside of the spotlight in her face. “May I have your license and registration?”. Kytti panicked trying to remember what exactly she had decided to say when he repeated his request, she stammered out that she didn’t have it on her trying to maintain and not cry. “Excuse me?” said the officer, and Kytti once again stammered “uh I, uhmm I don’t have it with me Sir, I must have forgotten my wallet at home by mistake”. The police officer asked her what her name and address were and before she could think she rattled off her true name and address then stopped realizing she had just hung herself. “Step to the back of your vehicle and place your hands on the trunk of you car, stay put while I call this in to verify things.” Kytti wobbled a bit on her heels and did as told, beginning to softly whimper since she knew there was no way out of this, she was really in trouble and Sean would be furious with her. Staring at the trunk of her car, her hands pressed firmly against it, she tried to listen to the cop calling in praying dispatch wouldn’t reply but knew that was a stupid wish. Hearing him walking back towards her on the gravel she started to turn around and was instantly thrust hard against the back of the car face forward and gruffly told to spread her feet apart. Kytti began to cry as the officer pulled first one hand behind her back then the other fastening the cuffs tightly about her wrists.
Holding Kytti down against the trunk, the officer kicked her feet apart farther and pressed his body against hers so hard she could feel his cock pressing up against her ass as he searched her asking about drugs and weapons. She tried to move away from the cop as his hands grazed her breasts protesting, “You can’t do this, I know my rights! You have to have a woman officer…”. Kytti was instantly silenced as the cop shoved her back down against the trunk banging himself harder against her ass, ”I really don’t think you are in any position to debate this missy”, said the cop as his hand squeezed her ass cheek then slid down across her thighs feeling her everywhere he could reach. Once again Kytti started to argue trying to shake loose of his grip when the cop grabbed her cuffs in one hand and pulled straight up while his other hand pressed her back down into the trunk lid. “I can’t stand bitches like you, coming over the state line expecting to drive like an asshole in my jurisdiction then think just because you’re pretty I should let things slide, well not this time Darlin!”. Kytti screamed as the pain in her shoulders seared thru her joints, she knew if she kept moving it would just hurt more so she tried to still herself. “What do you want from me?” cried Kytti finally lying still as the cop’s cock got harder. Leaning down across her back, the officer reached around sliding his hand into her shirt and bra grasping at her breast as his other hand slid up between her legs grabbing at her mound, “now that is a very good question Darlin, what do I want?” Kytti began to cry harder softly whimpering “you can’t do this to me, you just can’t.” The cop just laughed running his fingertips along her outer labia, then violently shoving his fingers into her hot pussy he leaned down once more speaking softly in her ear as he continued to finger fuck Kytti. “I think it would be a real good idea if you just shut the fuck up bitch.” Kytti gasped trying to figure out why this was happening to her. She started to protest again and got out her first syllable when she saw a bandanna come down over her head, the cop slid it into her mouth and tied it firmly behind her head catching her hair into the knot. “I forgot to read you your rights, you have the right to remain silent.” Kytti could only moan into the gag as the cop started talking to her, “besides who do you think they would believe? An upstanding Officer of the law, or a little girl like you dressed like a cheap slut, driving without any id. I can’t believe you offered to suck my dick if I would let you go, you dirty little whore”, he said with a smirk. Shaking her head she knew there was no stopping what was going to happen, this cop was going to rape her. The cop just laughed to himself as he reached down pulling up her miniskirt and ripped off her underwear.
The cop once again grabbed Kytti’s cuffs pulling them up towards the night sky, which made her come up on her toes and press herself down against the trunk. Squirming she tried her best to fight what was about to happen but could do nothing as she felt the thick cold hard thing pressed against her sex, he started to shove it roughly into her as she screamed into the gag comprehending that this was his nightstick that was tearing at her freshly shaven pussy battering her cunt mercilessly. “My what a good little slut you are, be thankful I am being nice bitch.”
