Tablesaw Lust

From TSade

Oh! Cold metal on my back.
His hands against my skin,
So warm, so tender, so wonderful.
He is already pushing me along
Like I was just a hunk of wood
Or a slab of meat, human meat.
I can see the lust in his eyes,
Burning hot and filled with passion.
I love that passion,
I loved him, long and hard and very wet.
He loved it, though he never knew why.
Why I came, why I hunted him down.
It was for this,
Cold metal on my back
A sawblade against my ear.
Fantasy and passion surge up again
Spreading my legs as I call for him again.
He smiles, I know he is exhausted,
But his cock is hard and slips right now,
Slicked by hours of sex and pleasure.
Feels so good, so wonderful.
His hands pin me down,
Pressing my wrists against the cold metal.
I orgasm right there, but he keeps going
Pumping hard and fast until he explodes inside.
Wetness oozes down on the metal
But he is turning me around,
Until my spread legs are pressed down
Each side of the serrated blade.
My heart skips, tears in my eyes.
I wanted this so bad and he saved me.
Showed me a world of fantasy
And those terrible knives.
I love his knives, but they are too thirsty
And I wanted this, not them.
Hands and lips against my breasts
Warming them as he slips me down,
Slipping on our juices
Until I feel it press against my sex
Terrible cutting blade
And only flesh and bone
Between me and my fantasy.
One finger drops down the edge of the saw
Where I know the button lies
One little switch and my fantasy
Will come to life, tearing me apart.
My thoughts are split,
Half begging for one more blow job,
To suck him as he flips,
Or to look in his eyes as he turns it on.
He looks deep in my eyes,
Brown eyes filled with lust and passion.
I think I love him.
And I feel the saw explode into death.

t'Sade
2005-06-01