Rolling in The Deep

Beneath the abandoned underground parking lot that has become, ironically, the XHouse there is another underground. It’s a migration station along the pathways for darker perversities that are constantly on the move, always “traveling elsewhere”. Beneath the pseudo-raves, the gyrating lights, the hallucinatory ambiguousities of party – other things go down. Go down deep.

Of course, they prefer the shadow and the dark. The chilling indigo of night underground – pierced only dimly by starlight and moonlight – emits a kind of white noise whisper and hiss, the rising and falling sights and moans of the pleasure that echos through the ruined hallways and byways and alleys of this deepness.

The bizarre and nude merge more obviously below than the wildest fetish fashion of above. XHouse is the flirtatious edge; The Deep is a bottomless abyss.

Neophytes and virgin clubbers from above fall through the cracks sometimes. Sometimes are lured by their own dark urges or seduced byshadow masters and mistresses of magic power to take the stairs, climb down a hole, get deeper.

The voyeurs in the shadows – not even eyes revealed – take up the scent of the new and wet, the erect flesh, the salivating mouth like the incense of foreplay. Leering and invisible, they fondle themselves watching the descent.

The new are aware; do not care. Their raw sexuality is their exhibition to self love; fetish on parade. Take me, fuck me, dump me, fuck you! is obviously tattooed across their skin in symbol and ritual scarring. They are prepared for the immortal and monstrous in their casual password. Sex and trans are words in their brief vocabularies. “Shit happens” and “life” are synonyms.

And yet…

Fucking the punk, the goth, the emo, the beatnik, the hippie, the eternal One, the slave girl and the Princess…romance and intimacy sprout unexpected.

That yearning for the more comes out in their eyes. Higher, lower, deeper, further, they just want you tomake love to them…more.

For a being with Hell between its thighs, it’s not easy to resist that yearning and innocent. The naive imaginations of what the dark and deep is, to them, is romantic; romance of shadow and blindness. Like the heathen gods, if it’s a mortal fuck, they burst into flames.

Bursting their arteries on meth and their brain functions with E, the Xhouse clubs stamp their feet to noise those Under them never heard. The forgotten audience; the never were nor known.

Like a bazaar, the weird byway maze of The Deep knows sex sells and how to sell it. Succubus-Incubus cons at double the prices for the same demon. Thrifty up-the-ass-with-a-hot-poker booths on the cheap. Live nude souls. Monster giant cocks and fairy pussies. All Magic, All Sex, All Eternity. Nothing is real but your next climax. Everyone knows; everyone sells it.

Pockets full of credit, veins full of blood, the Xhouse drifter descends lower – level to level – the incense of the just fucked a mist in the air. Inhale it: salt, sour, old, pungent, earthy, wetness. Dripping off your skin, it’s so thick in the air. Like the juice of Mother Earth herself. It stings in the lungs and sets a fire between your thighs the wanderer believed was ashen. Arousal!

Zombies, jaded nipples erect once more and ache for the feel of lips and tongue and teeth. The deeper the breath – so deeply now – the More aroused by the scent of it; the slight burning of nostrils as they flare to suck in more and more; that chilling feel of the darkness and The Deep taking control: breath, heart, skin, surrendering to the tidal wave of erotic overload – and only steps along the path. So much further to go.

Tripping now and easier, the Xhouse nomad plies fingertips along the rows of cock heads – taut and multicolored – each glistening with a drop of precum atop the slit – each drop licked off by a pink tongued shiny oiled demon with impossible sex parts. A huckstering hulking nude with an enormous set of male and female genitalia offers a bisexual threesome with his twin sister. And suddenly – silence – stillness…

The shock wave roar of a cavernous female climax deafened The Deep. The world reeled and parts of it crumbled. Again.

“Oh, fuck! It’s her again!” cried each denizen in turn. In their mind. Never aloud.

The newly arrived, the explorer from above, the neglected or stalked – the newbie from up there – wipes blood from her split lip and crawls painfully into a hissing pool of shadow in the darkness. She tastes her own salt, licks the wounded mouth. She likes the taste now. It’s not blood, it’s ink, darkness, blackness, blindness. Blindness where they say love is.

Her pussy was so wet and hot she felt sickened; scaled beyond want to NEED. The Need to be made love to; taken, possessed, owned, and cherished. Her thoughts radiated out like a nova. The darkness in The Deep witnessed with hunger for her. Surrounding her with obscene whispers ofpleasure beyond dream or nightmare. Surrounding her with the promise of care and grip; the whispering.

Chained, she knelt. Chained around, nipples, breasts, belly, cunt. Chained as an adorned slave, a captive to be tamed, a princess to enslave. Chained for the first time – for real – she climaxed in several shudders on her knees. The sensing of the stiff collar locked around her neck – the hard tug of the chain leash – a Leash that felt locked to her nipples and cliporis as one. And her mind and heart. Each pull, each command, rippled her sensings like a drug. She was rolling in The Deep…

“I can take you deeper,” she heard clearly in the haze. The voice had no gender, only quiet authority. A serpentine wave snapped along the chain link lean to her collar ring. “Watch,” the voice said.

In the blink of her eyes, the leash was shortened by an arm’s length and she felt her mouth forced open. She gasped loudly and felt something long and thick thrust between her lips and nudge the back of her throat. She gagged a moment before catching her breath through her nose. It pulsed in her mouth, throbbing against her imprisoned tongue with erratic rhythms. And spewed thick gobbets of lava hot cum down her throat in an instant.

In the taste of the first spurt there was a chaos of emotions and sensings. Her life long quest for more was sated. She felt clear and directed. The addition for the dark found its cure.

“No,” whisper hissed a thing at her ear. “Deeper.”

She had never before felt wrapped by pleasure. These climaxes were jolts of lightning where before her fucking and sucking had been boring. She teetered on the edge of the maelstrom of no return. She knew that. She jumped.

Alice down the rabbit hole, everything was blackness. And then flame. Then deeper blackness. No returning flame, no light of any kind. Empty, hollow, blinding darkness. She shivered. It made her horny as fuck. The perfect ambiance for her deep fantasies to come true.

And…

…she couldn’t remember any.

It felt as if her mind was washed clean of all the bogus porn-y mental flickers that she thought were her most erotic fans. The extreme this or that, the torturous bland gestures and fucking…all gone.

And in their place: This. This embedded totally and utterly by the dark. All of her senses were honed to razor sharpness and continuously awed and overloaded. From cent to taste, from touch to sound, from seeing nothing to seeing everything. In the darkness. Swimming, drowning in sensitive soft shadow…

She could not and would not stir a single pore of herself. Of course, he took that as the consent she intended. The first touch of the tip of his serpentine tongue to her cliporis set off explorations. He snake-flickered his tongue so lightly she almost bucked upward to grind, but remained frozen in place, waiting for more.

Kissing up and down her spread labia, his lips became smeared with her – he left wet smelled kisses along her belly and upward over her breasts. His lips enveloped her nipples, alternative back and forth between them, with sucking and licks. His mouth continued like a liquid flame along her neck, breathed dragon breath at her ear:

“Tell me what you want me to do,” the voice whispered low.

She enjoyly shook her head.

And nearly failed as a disappoint glimmering light appeared in the distance. She felt rather than saw the figure head nod in the direction of the light.

“Go.”

She swallowed hard and trembled from toes to head. The delicious – addicting – embrace was gone, only the chilling air remained. Uneasy, she took a tenative step. Toward him. Then another.

His back to her, she fearfully slide her hands along his muscles and leaned close to his ear.

“I want you to do that. I want you to fuck me with your mouth. I want you to make me cum harder than I ever have before.” She smiled at her own shock hearing the wordsout loud in her voice. It feel good to say.

“I need you to take me now,” she whispered huskily.

And was transported. Somewhere else. Somewhere her nature and sexuality were appreciated and under the erotic control of something beyond her. Some thing.