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Blondie's Christmas Tale

The lullaby of 24th street haunted my steps. A far off siren heralding yet another robbery gone bad. Laughter fueled by too much liquor and swearing fed by frustration. Voices raised in anger, seething with barely contained violence. The sound of a bottle shattering into a billion pieces on the side walk across the street. Hip hop or RnB exploding from a bar every time the door opened. And always, the frightened pitter patter of my heart every time I heard footsteps behind me. Eastside, baby.

The Twomps. Christmas time in ‘01, motherfucking Santa doing lines for fun, snorting snow, ho ho ho, upscale shoppers flashing plastic, thinking the season is so fantastic, while down in the city with no pity, we’re scraping to get by, getting high, only escape is if you can fly… and if you can’t, well, the sound of a body hitting concrete from six stories up isn’t something you want to experience more than once, trust me.

Winter in Oakland isn’t as brutal as some, I suppose, as long as you have somewhere to hole up for the night. Besides a doorway, that is. I was lucky. I was living in the projects, but at least I wasn’t out on the street. Had me a man, too. A good one, in my opinion, or at least not a bad one. He was good looking, made enough to help put food on the table, and, most importantly, he didn’t beat on me. Yeah, I know. Low expectations, right? That was Oakland for you. You survived and that was, usually, enough. Still, sometimes, you wanted more. Sometimes you forgot yourself and you started dreaming of something better. It always got you into trouble, but sometimes you just couldn’t help yourself.

So, there I was, in the middle of one of the hardest places on earth, soaked to the skin and freezing my skinny white ass off, dreaming again like a dumbass. It was the night before Christmas and not only weren’t the stockings hung from our non-existent fireplace with care, we didn’t even have a proper tree. James, romantic that he was, had found one of those fake silver trees in a dumpster and had done his best to straighten out the branches and make it look less ghetto. Really, it was a lost cause, but I loved him for trying at least, knowing that that only reason he really gave a shit was because he knew it meant a lot to me. See? Not a bad guy, even if he’d run with the Acorn Mob at one time. At least he’d never killed anyone that I knew of, and that was saying something, right? Sometimes it’s the little things.

Yeah, that stupid little tree meant more to me than just about anything else. We’d spent a night decorating it with pretty much anything we could stick on a hook. Paper snowflakes, mostly, or bottle caps that I’d used nail polish to paint snowmen and Santas and shit like that on. It turned our little squat into a home. Afterwards, we hadn’t fucked; we’d made love. Same thing, I know, but it’s all about the semantics, right? Later, we’d lain on a blanket next to that ugly little tree and, while he dreamed the dreams of the satisfied, I dreamt my own dreams, wide awake, unshed tears in my eyes, knowing that, come Christmas morning, there’d be nothing under it. No presents, no wrapping paper, no ribbons. Fucking Santa never visited the projects, not that I blamed him. Old white guy with a sack full of loot would be easy pickings, even for a girl like me. Baseball bat upside the head and Ol’ Grampy Santa going down like a bitch.

That’s what brought me out to Twomps, or the Murder Dubs as we sometimes called this scenic section of the city. Inspiration, baby. I’d figured out a way to put something under the tree for my man. Something nice, too, something that’d put a genuine smile on his face. Apple had just put out those Ipods and James loved his hip hop. I didn’t know shit about it, other than the promise that I could put all his 2pac and Zion I and Tribe CDs on it so he could have them whenever he was out running his route. Only thing was, even if I could find one for sale, I couldn’t afford it. I just didn’t have the cash. Still, there are other ways to pay for shit if you’re willing to put out. James thought I was doing a shift, but I’d lied to him. I was here to do a deal Oaktown style. Since I was dead broke, I was going to do it in trade with the only thing I had that was really worth much. My body. And to anyone out there judging me? Fuck you. Unless you’ve woken up on Christmas morning with nothing but broken dreams, you have no right, motherfuckers.

Carlton wasn’t a bad guy, just like my James wasn’t a bad guy. Yeah, he had a rep for being mean, but that pretty much described most of the men in my life, past and present. He wasn’t bad looking, a plus. And I’d told him up front that, if he or any of his crew hurt me too bad, I’d fuck him up in ways he couldn’t imagine. I must have sold it pretty well, because he took me serious. After that, it was up to me to deliver the goods. He showed me the ipod. I have to admit I was a bit skeptical. After all, it was about the size of a wallet. Still, it looked legit, and what did I know. Now, all I had to do was earn it…

“Let’s see the goods, Blondie,” Carlton grinned, reclining in a huge stuffed chair that would have swallowed me. It wasn’t just him, by the way. He’d invited a few friends over as well to make it a real party. At least none of them were butt ugly. Hell, a couple were even pretty good looking. Dark skinned and athletic. There were six of them in all. I figured that meant I was going to get fucked about a dozen or more times over the next four hours. Fine with me. Not like it would be my first gang bang, after all.

“She’s not much to look at, Cee.”

“Fuck you,” I replied before Carlton had a chance to retort. “Going to ruin you fuckers for life. Now put on something sexy, asshole, so I can get this show started.”

Yeah, I had a bit of an attitude, you might say. Still, it got a laugh and the mood lightened up as someone hit play on the CD player. De La Soul’s De La Soul is Dead. Suited my needs so, closing my eyes, I let the music wash over me, remembering why I was here as I started to peel my wet clothing off, layer after layer, until I was gyrating in a pair of black lace panties and matching bra, shaking my ass and tits in front of an appreciative audience.

“White girl got ass.”

Smiling, I blew a kiss at the unnamed speaker before turning around and giving him a little wiggle. Not like names mattered. I think Carlton was the only one who knew mine, after all. This wasn’t about being romanced. This was all about fucking.

“JJ. Want to break out the blow for our guest? Let’s make this a real party.”

So much for things not getting out of control.

At least it wasn’t booze. Hard liquor tends to turn guys mean and these guys were mean enough without the help. Instead JJ put a baggie full of coke beside a mirror, a little silver nose tube, and a razorblade, and proceeded to chop up a couple of heavy duty white lines. Welcome to Chez Carlton. Tonight we’re serving up black cock with a side of white horse.

“Ladies first,” Carlton flashed a bright white grin on me as I swayed over the end table, my heart pounding in my chest as I made a show of leaning over, my ass presented for the taking as I prepared to inhale an entire line through the small silver tube one of the guys handed me.

I paused, though, thinking it through. Thing is, I’d promised James I’d clean up and, and much as I wanted to fry my brains out, it was Christmas Eve and it just didn’t feel right. Regretfully, I shook my head and backed away from the table.

“Think I’ll pa... “

I didn’t have time to finish my sentence when I was grabbed by the hips and ground on. I guess my ass presented too great a temptation. In all fairness, I really did have a nice ass.

“Suit yourself, girl.”

The words were accompanied by the soft slur of a zipper being pulled. I felt his cock slap lazily against the cheeks of my ass as he roughly pulled my panties to one side. Hard to tell without looking, but it felt thick and meaty.

“Gonna fuck that pussy for you, Blondie.”

Breathing a sigh of relief that it was my cunt and not my ass that was the target, I began rubbing myself against him, feeling that familiar tingle deep inside as my pussy began to flow. Yeah, much as I hate to admit it, a bunch of nameless guys about to gang bang me was turning me on. It wasn’t like making love to James. It was primal and dark and nasty and god help me, I had missed this.

“Fuck it good and hard,” I purred, feeling my nipples swelling, the familiar ache of lust washing through me like a drug. “Stick that big black cock in me and fuck me like you mean it.”

I felt the walls of my pussy being pushed apart as the tip of his cock pressed into me. I was already wet, making it easy for him. God, it felt so good. I began to moan, reminiscent of a cat in heat, as he slowly filled me, pushing my walls apart, his fingers gripping my ass, until I could feel his pelvic bone pressing against me.

“Fucking hot. Fuck her, Dibs.”

So, my ‘assailant’ had a name. Whatever. Right now he was just a cock to me. Goes both ways, you know?

“That’s right, Dibs. Fuck this tight white pussy, baby.”

Around me, the party was in full swing. While Dibs and I rutted like sex-starved animals, me slamming back against him almost as hard as he was slamming into me, driving his cock so deep that it hurt, the rest of the guys were getting busy with the candy, sucking that shit up into their nostrils one at time. Must have been quality stuff, because I could see it in their eyes; primal lust. Even if I’d wanted to stop them, it would have been too late. What had I guessed? Maybe a dozen times? From the looks of things, this was going to be a long ass night.

“That’s right, give it up, bitch,” Dibs groaned as he smacked into my backside again, now the only one, besides Carlton, who wasn’t riding the white horse.

Around me, their attention focusing on me, the rest of the gang circled in like a pack of wild animals.

“Fuckers just standing around watching? What the fuck!” I half growled, half moaned, goading them into action.

They weren’t gentle, but I didn’t want them to be. Bra clasps are tricky things for guys at best, so they just tore mine off and began groping my ass, my tits, then grabbing my nipples and twisting until I cried out. I was going to have some explaining to do about the bruises. I’d worry about that later, though. I got pulled away from the end table, into the middle of the floor, still bent over, one of them grabbing my hair and holding me in place as he rubbed the bulge in his jeans against my face.

“For you, baby,” he said with a grin as I kissed his cock through the denim.

“Sure you don’t want some nose candy?” Carlton teased me, leaning forward in his chair as he, too, dusted the insides of his nostrils with coke.

It was too much temptation. I wanted to say no. I wanted to honor my promise, but I wanted it so bad, needed it in a way that transcended all reason.

“Please,” I moaned, much to his amusement.

“Going to do it my way, then, Blondie.”

I watched, transfixed, as he unzipped his trousers and pulled his hard cock out. God, it looked huge. Black and shiny, a thick vein running from the swollen tip to his hair balls. Taking his eyes off me for a moment, he grabbed the bag and dumped a liberal amount of powder on it and began to stroke, jerking off slowly until it looked like a tootsie roll covered in powdered sugar.

“Come and get it, sweet thing.”

I felt Dibs tightening inside of me, my hair being tugged until I was bent over Carlton’s lap, panting as I opened my mouth in welcome.

“Not yet, not yet, not yet,” I murmured, going down on him, his cock sliding over my tongue, my mouth stretching wide, tasting precum on the tip of him but, more importantly, tasting the drug he’d liberally coated himself with. I began to slurp, feeling it hit my system, shaking with need as Dibs kept pounding away at my pussy while I gave Carlton head.

“Fuck!” he groaned. Dibs, Not Cee, and I felt his cock swelling inside me moments before he filled me with cum, blasting his load deep inside of me. And then another, and another, until he was drained.

“God damn!”

Yeah, god damn was right, I thought, as the fucker pulled out of me, his jism leaking down the insides of my thighs. My pussy felt empty. Hopefully, that wouldn’t last long.

“Let me at her.”

I moaned around Carlton’s thick cock, my head bobbing up and down, sucking, slurping, making sure I got every last bit of coke off of it, while someone else yanked down my panties and impaled me from behind. The way I was feeling now, I didn’t even care which hole he nailed. He opted for sloppy seconds, though, pushing his prick into my dripping wet pussy and thrusting away.

Thing is, with coke, sometimes it takes forever to cum, but while you’re riding the high, it feels so good you don’t really care. That was where I was. I felt like a supernova, little explosions going off inside of me, lightning burning down my spine and through my nervous system and all the while, I knew its destination; my cunt. It was just a matter of time…

“Shit!” Carlton groaned, and suddenly I found myself swallowing down a mouthful of his thick creamy spunk, my pussy still being speared by cock. I was in slut heaven.

“Fuck her in the ass, Rashawn!”

“Yeah, baby, fuck me in the ass,” I mumbled around Cee’s still hard cock, not caring this time if I was ready for it. At least it would be well lubed after spending time in my cum filled cunt.

I held my breath as I felt him press the tip of his cock against my asshole, pushing out as he pushed in, gasping as I felt my ring stretched wide, the pain of entry merely making me hornier.

“Fuck, girl, you’re tight,” he groaned.

“You’re my first,” I lied, knowing that would be a turn on for him. Kind of an early Christmas present; I’m nice like that.

Wasn’t much to say after that. He plugged my ass and started humping me, grunting with every thrust. I was suddenly thankful I’d succumbed. Nothing like a head full of coke to make everything feel amazing. Reaching between my legs I started playing with my clit, slipping my fingers into my pussy first, so that they were nice and slick with Dib’s cum and my own juices. I felt like a goddess, ready to take on a whole tribe of worshippers. I needed more, though. Much more. Thankfully, these guys knew just how to treat a sex starved slut.

They grabbed my arms roughly, strong fingers gripping my wrists like iron. Another hand wrapped around my long blonde tresses, pulling me down on another cock, my mouth wide, taking it in until I almost gagged, his balls bouncing off my chin as I sucked and slurped like my life depended on it. I could Feel Rashawn’s sack slapping against my pussy as he pounded my ass from behind, his coke fueled high keeping him inhumanely hard. Someone grabbed my tit and started sucking on my nipple and then biting into it. I squealed again, the sound muted by the prick down my throat, the pain electric and yes, welcome.

“Fu... ,” was all the warning I got as Rashawn unleashed his load in my ass so vigorously that the top of my head slammed into the abs of the guy I was blowing. Moments later, he erupted too, his cum filling my throat as I swallowed desperately. And still no orgasm for me.

“I need to cum,” I protested, moaning as I was pulled down onto the floor on top of yet another horny gang banger, giggling as we wrestled for his cock, our goals the same; to shove it into my needy little fuck hole so I could ride him.

“Yeah, oh god, feels so… shi-“

That was me being pushed down flat, my tits pressed against his chest while someone else slid their cock into my cum filled ass and started pumping furiously. The feeling of two thick pricks filling me, working in unison, only a thin wall of flesh separating them was unbelievable. I shook with lust, mashing my mouth against into the guy’s beneath me, my tongue pushing past his lips, our spit mingling as the both pounded me.

“Bitch is in heat.”

I wasn’t even sure who said it, but they were dead right. I was on fire. I felt that, if I didn’t come soon, I’d fucking explode. Riding the edge of an orgasm for this long couldn’t be good for me, right?

“Ungh,” the guy underneath me groaned, his cock pulsing and swelling as he blasted my pussy full of spunk setting me off as well. I thought I might black out, pleasure so intense it was painful burning through me, making me shudder and shake, my pussy spasming, my cunt clenching around his cock, my ass tightening just as the other guy blew his load into it. I wasn’t going to have to worry about being well lubed now.

After a while, I started losing track of how many times I was fucked, who was doing the fucking, how much cum I was swallowing, how many times I climaxed, but some of it stood out…

“Hold her down, Charles. Spread her legs so I can see that nasty little pussy.”

I was looking up, feeling my legs being spread apart while I lay on my back, seven naked guys standing around me, their black skin glistening with sweat, their swollen cocks shiny with cum as they jerked off, and yes, I was smiling for them, putting on a show, my hand between my legs as I rubbed my clit, fingers dripping wet, pinching my nipples, cupping my tits, mouth open, moaning obscenely as JJ grunted and shot a load of milk white cum all over my tits. That opened the floodgates. Semen splashed on my belly, and my cunt. I rubbed it in, writhing like a beast in heat, my eyes huge. Another jet landed on my face, some of it getting into my mouth. I licked as much of it off my lips as I could and stuck my cum coated tongue out so they could see it. More landed in my hair and on my thigh. Pretty soon I was coated with the stuff.

“Getting your money’s worth, Carlton,” one of them laughed. I think his name was Casey? Not that it mattered much.

“Almost, but not yet,” he said with a grin. Girl hasn’t gotten to ride the Big C, yet. Gotta make this a memorable night for her.”

I had to be helped to my feet. I was shaking too much to manage it on my own. I was practically dripping with cum after their impromptu circle jerk bukkake session.

“Bring her over,” he grinned, sitting back down in the stuffed chair, looking for all intents and purposes like an emperor taking the throne, his stiff prick standing straight up like a battle standard. “You gonna ride me like a good little white girl, or am I going to have to get rough, Blondie?”

“I like it rough,” teased him with an obviously wired grin. “How about you show me just how rough you play, Cee?”

Someone gave me a push from behind, sending me staggering and putting me in reach of Carlton who simply grabbed my wrist and yanked me onto his lap so that I was facing him, straddling his muscular thighs, sandwiching his cock between our bellies.

“Remember, you asked for it, Blondie.”

I think that, if I hadn’t said anything, he would have just fucked me and sent me on my way. Sometimes my mouth gets me into trouble, though, and this was one of those times.

Not sure where he came up with the belt, I mean, I don’t remember him wearing one earlier. Might have been one of the other guys, though. Before I had a chance to change my mind, I found myself down on my knees, my wrists belted together behind my back, my cheek pressed into the carpeting while Carlton stood over me in all his dark skinned magnificence, a second belt, folded in half, in his big hands.

“Going to earn that little toy now, bitch.”

Like I said, he had a rep for being mean. As for me, well… something I didn’t share much, but I liked a little pain from time to time, something I’d yet to come to terms with and definitely something I’d never shared with James.

The first blow stung, and I cried out in pain, trembling as it burned through my left cheek, leaving me breathless and ravenous for more. I could feel the heat of it, knowing that it was going to leave a bruise or worse. I didn’t care. I wanted, no, needed, this. I think I could have cum simply from being whipped like this, especially when he started in on my pussy.

The wet smack of leather against wet flesh was audible, as was the cry I let out moments later when it translated to searing pain which, in turn, became ecstatic pleasure.

“All warmed up for me, Blondie?”

I replied with a moan, wiggling my bottom, hoping he took the hint, not sure myself what I wanted; more of the belt or that big black cock I’d sucked earlier. Didn’t really matter, to be honest, as long as…

I never finished that thought; he drove it out of me as he rammed his cock into my cunt without any ceremony. I was just something to be used and I was okay with that. It’s what I wanted right then and there. I didn’t want to be made love to. That was what James did. I wanted to be used. I needed to be fucked.

And yeah, Carlton fucked me. He not only wasn’t gentle, but he was deliberately rough, demanding that I suck JJ’s cock while he thrust in and out of my pussy, cum from numerous partners spilling out every time he pulled out, his hips banging into my reddened ass over and over. It felt like an eternity until, finally, with a savage sound he came hard inside me, pushing me over the edge as well, JJ pulling his cock from my gaping mouth and blowing his load all over my face…

After that, it was over. I was exhausted and sore and tired, and the coke was wearing off. I glanced at the clock on the wall and groaned. It was Christmas morning. Well, it was still the dead of night, but midnight had come and gone. Merry fucking Christmas, right?

There was really nothing left to do. I didn’t expect to be snuggled or cuddled or even hugged, and I wasn’t disappointed. The guys were pretty worn out themselves. I never did find my panties and bra, but at least I found the rest of my stuff. And, more importantly, before I left, Cee paid me for being their whore and surprised me with a little decency as well.

“Crash here for a bit. I’ll have one of the guys walk you to the bus stop in the morning, Blondie. Girl like you shouldn’t be out there by yourself.”

“Whatever, Carlton,” I mumbled, too exhausted to even think straight.

“You want a replay, you know where to find me,” he teased.

Yeah, right. Don’t count on it. Like I said, my high was wearing off and I just wanted to be home, take a hot shower, and crawl into bed with my man. Carlton’s offer, though, was too tempting. I felt worn to the bone. I was out cold seconds after curling up on the sofa. I never even noticed when someone slipped a cushion under my head and a thick, warm blanket over me. True to his word, Cee sent me on my way early the next morning, Rashawn making sure I got on the bus safely after giving my ass a playful swat.

“Merry Christmas, girl,” he wished with a sleepy smile.

“Yeah, you too,” I mumbled sincerely before boarding the bus that would take me back to the projects and, more importantly, to James.

oOo

Yeah, Oakland has a way of fucking your dreams up. Christmas morning and me still kind of dazed from getting fucked all night long and shaking from the after effects of a night of come down dreams sponsored by coke I stumbled through the front door, clutching my prize, a clumsily wrapped ipod, in one hand.

“Merry Christmas, James,” I slurred, shivering and wet after walking several blocks from the bus stop in the pouring rain, just waiting for the hammer to fall, having already played it out in my head on the ride home.

“Where the fuck have you been, bitch? God, you smell like a god damn whore. You been out fucking around on me, haven’t you?”

And yeah, this would be the time he’d snap, when he’d go from being a pretty good guy to being an asshole. This is the time he’d smack me around a bit and leave me curled up on the mattress crying while he called me every filthy name in the book and then forced himself on me. I’d seen it too many times to think it would end up any differently…

“God, you okay, Blondie? You’re soaked to the skin. I was getting worried.”

“Busy night at the diner,” I lied. “It’s fucking pouring out.”

“Here, let me get you out of those clothes, baby.”

He never said a word about the bruises or the way I smelled like sex or my missing underwear or the way I stumbled over words and looked slightly unfocused as he kissed me gently and removed his gift from my hand before wrapping me up in a warm blanket and heating up a cup of hot chocolate in the microwave for me. For once I was thankful for the hard rain, seeing as it had washed all the cum out of my hair and off my face.

“Merry Christmas, baby. Open it,” I told him between sips, my eyes shining with unshed tears, knowing that we both deserved better, yet unable to keep a little joy seeping into my heart at his expression.

“Where the fuck did y... ,“ he started, then shook his head, his smile both joyful and sad. “Never mind, doesn’t matter. Thank you, baby. Merry Christmas. I love you. Here. Ain’t much, but…”

He was right. It wasn’t much. A pair of little butterfly earrings that I’d once fussed over at the local street fair, writing them off as yet another nice thing I would never own.

“Yeah, I went back for them later, girl. Just didn’t think it was right that you couldn’t have something nice for once, you know? Something as pretty as you. Sorry it’s not more.”

“It’s perfect,” I told him with a smile as I carefully hooked them through the holes in my earlobes before digging a mirror out of my purse so that I could admire them. “Nicest thing anyone’s ever given me.”

Best thing about it? I didn’t even have to lie.

And no, he never asked, even though I think he had a good idea, how I’d managed to get my hands on his present. Not all gifts come neatly wrapped in ribbons.

We spent the rest of the day over at a friend’s place, loading music off his computer onto that little gadget that cost me so much and later on that night, we made love again. Gentle and sweet and a little desperate. Afterwards he held me close while I cried myself to sleep and you know something? Every time I woke up, he was still there, brushing away my tears until finally, I was done with them. 

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Comments(51)

emilykiss
Posted 20 Apr 2014 03:16
Ohh my goodness, this was gritty and moving in the most fucked up way. The way you made Blondie lose herself in all that cock and coke was stunning, to say the least. It was so filthy and primal, damn.. I especially loved her voice in the beginning of this piece; that was quite an opening. The ending was sweet and it broke my heart slightly though I'd say, since you managed to do that, you're one hell of a writer!

Looking through the comments below, I take it there's more Blondie tales? I can't wait to get to them one by one. This piece was some kind of amazing.xx
Magical_felix
Posted 09 Apr 2014 13:27
This was probably your most fucked up one yet. It was dirty and loaded with sex. Another raunchy addition your best series, in my opinion.
danielle03
Posted 04 Mar 2014 17:36
you really are, a gifted writer.. kudos to you for making your main character the anti-hero of some sort.. the raw and violent nature of her ordeal gave me chills.. despite being dealt with all the shit in her life it still makes me want to root for her in the end
GingerTamer
Posted 11 Feb 2014 09:41
Liz has been bugging me 'Read this! You have to read it!' It was really good, wonderfully raw and powerful. You are an amazing writer

Liz
Posted 21 Jan 2014 11:50
I've been saving this one for a while and tonight, I thought it was time to give it a read. We volley compliments back and forth, you and I. Admiration for each others skills and unique styles. This really left me at a loss for words though. I don't know how you do it, and perhaps it takes a special someone to make the words cut so deep, but I would truly love to possess the ability to write like this. To touch fingers to keys and weave a tale that can knock people flat on their arse. This... has fire. I absolutely loved it.

Noreasonneeded
Posted 10 Jan 2014 02:51
So I had to opportunity to actually read some stories and I am sure glad I found this. What a brilliant work! The atmosphere is genuine and unforgiving, written with a casual grittiness. Blondie's musings and observations are defensive almost to the point of belligerent pride. Her willful determination and human frailty make her so tragic and yet independent, self-determined and the driver of her destiny. And the sex, while coarse, demeaning and without affection is presented as a wondrous and powerful event, unapologetic and rife with her desire.

Holy crap, that was good. That was so good. Thanks for that. Really terrific.
vines
Posted 30 Dec 2013 23:32
Good
ArtMan
Posted 13 Dec 2013 17:22
Really a marvelous story!!!

Tranquil
Posted 24 Nov 2013 06:07
The ray of sun shine at the end was beautiful.
MissyLuvsYa
Posted 18 Nov 2013 16:09
Girl you sure created a marvelously written, deeply emotional & sexual story!!! 5+

Zina
Posted 17 Nov 2013 22:40
Youre the best
Alexandra_A
Posted 15 Nov 2013 09:12
Not been here much recently, but had to check you out first on my brief return. Wonderful story telling. Great characterisation. Indeed, everything I have come to expect from you. xxx
JPGR64
Posted 14 Nov 2013 19:42
That was outstanding Sprite! Well done!
SITTING
Posted 12 Nov 2013 02:16
I loved this story. I say that about a lot of stories but you know, no story on this site has ever made me feel the way this one has. I loved the description of the shitty build-up to Christmas and the bits of humour you included about Santa were so poignantly funny. It was beautifully told and the ending was so sad and sweet... it was uplifting in a way. I absolutely adored this. Really well done.
Marshall_Lewis
Posted 11 Nov 2013 12:26
Another awesome Blondie story! I just love these! You have a great way of sharing these stories. Just a raw fantastic series!
slickman
Posted 09 Nov 2013 10:24
I dont know what to say,compared to your words ,mine are insignificant!!! Rachel your a brilliant writter,my only regert is I just want more of your stories.5 is never high enough for you.Dam girl!!
your the best hun,and dont you forget it Slicky xoxoxo

Saga
Posted 08 Nov 2013 05:04
Congratulations on the EP, this story deserves it. You allowed us access to something real and raw. Like naughtynurse said, it's ugly, but there is beauty to it.
CeliaisAliena
Posted 06 Nov 2013 22:41
This juxtaposes a primal, needy and greedy eroticism with a poignance, not detached exactly, but containing the sex like a fishbowl, this extra layer of perspective, seen through but also something there, containing, if only in a fragile way, the luminous and murky depths of what's going on within. As a reader, I'm strangely grateful for that protection, even as I feel like I've fallen into the remembered flood of desperate carnality we look into. A startlingly rendered tale!

DanielleC
Posted 05 Nov 2013 19:09
Love it
beowulf69
Posted 05 Nov 2013 07:38
this is sure one damned awesome story!!! you're really talented. 5+

Lisa
Posted 04 Nov 2013 14:27
Congratulations for receiving an EP on such a wonderfully written story. This is excellent work.

LadyX
Posted 03 Nov 2013 21:48
I saw this thing get posted, then sort of circled past it a few times. I knew what I was in for, more or less. I had to have the time to soak in it, had to be in the right frame of mind. Truth is: I had to be prepared to be taken to that place, because if there's any certainly at all, it's that your words will send me there. And they did.

Then I read through some of the comments, all in the high praise deserved. I can't offer anything that other, equally elegant and astute commenters haven't already. Your grit and heart bonafides having been established long ago, I'm simply repeating myself and others to expound on the hyper-realism and vulnerability that's so unique and ever-present in your Blondie stories. I'll say this, aside from the visceral reaction I have to "that place"- which extends far beyond literal geography- what I see and experience in this story is the simplest thing, but also the hardest to really render: real life. No good guys, no bad guys. Just feelings and identity and those few precious things held dear (and for some, it's truly very few things). Rough sex- hell, rough anything- can't tarnish or deface it. We're lucky to ever see it clearly really, even in ourselves. Yet here, this was a clear window, if only for a few minutes, and into a character who is fiction...I guess. She sure seems real to me. She lives inside anyone who struggles. She's us.

This one is truly special.

Buz
Posted 03 Nov 2013 19:30
Sprite you are truthfully an amazing writing talent. This story is superb on more levels than I can get into in this comment box. The dark rawness of your story gives it a strong core foundation, yet it rattles the soul. It's deeply emotional with powerful raunchy sexual appeal. This is superior work!
Delphi
Posted 03 Nov 2013 08:10
Your Blondie stories are some of my favorites. Fantastic work, Sprite.

Tashtego
Posted 02 Nov 2013 16:26
A love story for sure. A twisted, pathetic, ugly, hopeless love story. I forgot to mention brilliant. Those first three paragraphs? Unreal. Congratulations on a terrific piece.

principessa
Posted 02 Nov 2013 14:06
It is a sign of your talent that you can take us to another world and make us believe it. This isn't pretty, but it is real. Blondie is tough and courageous, a survivor in a hellish place. She is the character drawn with the most depth and you cannot help but connect with her. The setting is coarse and cruel, but your writing shines.
shado786
Posted 02 Nov 2013 11:04
Brilliant nd well written . very descriptive
burrito
Posted 01 Nov 2013 20:16
wow what a really hot story you have out done yourself with this master piece 5+++
servin9
Posted 01 Nov 2013 11:51
This story will be held and posted as the highwater mark of sensationalism, raw emotions, desparate need to give to a loved one in a manner most of us will never resort too. Never the less it doesn't change the fact that the need is felt by all at sometime or another. Wonderful story by a gifted author. VG5+++
Coco
Posted 01 Nov 2013 10:01
I'm going for honesty again here at the risk of alienating the gang bang lovers. I hate gang bang stories, but this...This is really not a gang bang story.

Rachel, I've always known that you are a tremendously gifted writer, but this dirty and grimy tale solidifies you in the ranks of the best here. The sex didn't turn into a gang bang fan, but the underlying love it took for Blondie go there made me enjoy this dark story.

Compelling writing, really compelling.
lickorfuck
Posted 01 Nov 2013 05:35
Very nice.....

Milik_Redman
Posted 01 Nov 2013 02:27
Wow. That's all I can say. This brought back some memories... You amaze me Sprite. You really do.

sweet_as_candy
Posted 31 Oct 2013 23:51
Wow! Erm yeah what Doll said!
Your story sent me on a rollercoaster of emotions. It was very gritty. I couldn't stop reading it. You have a very special talent. It felt like you had poured a lot of energy into it. The mixture of emotions left me wanting to read more. Fantastic work!

Dancing_Doll
Posted 31 Oct 2013 15:42
Holy Shit. I keep trying to think of some other clever word or expression to describe my feelings during (and after) reading this - but yeah - Holy Shit is the purest reaction I have. First of all - your writing is mesmerizing. Consistently you are the kind of author that you read - not just to enjoy the story - but to appreciate the language and style of the way you weave it - and then you think (for the millionth time) damn, *she is good*. REALLY good. And then I get a little jealous, but ehemm... Yeah. In a good way. Nobody knows how to write a dirty gangbang the way you do. This was fucking intense - from the coke-powdered cock that begins Blondie's real ride down the rabbit hole to the way you empower her, even while she's having really seriously filthy rough sex. You get that they are using her and that she's using them. And maybe that makes everyone feel just a bit more real and alive when a Christmas tale isn't going to be a Dickens postcard. I can also see why this both compelled and exhausted you because there's so much of you in this character. I'm truly awe-struck that you were able to bring this to life in the way you did - it was very raw and my heart does beat faster for Blondie - especially in the final scenes with James. You have a gift of creating these sweeping highs and lows in a single short story that just holds the reader captive because it evokes so many emotions and reactions at once. Reading Blondie stories is like doing one long thick rail of coke and not knowing what you're going to feel or where it's going to end up, but still being grateful for the ride along the way. Love this story, Rach. You truly are gifted and what you give to the reader far surpasses the usual hot-stroke fantasy to be smiled at and forgotten tomorrow. Blondie gets into your blood and stays with you for a while and you enjoy every minute, even if it's not always in the traditional sense. I love the way you paint the window into her world. This is a very special series written by a very special author. 5+

stephanie
Posted 31 Oct 2013 09:38
So often I play and joke with you, respect disguised as disrespect... Personal familiarity a frankly silly game... And Then You Write Again...

I am not QUITE yet among the top-tier of Lush Stories' writers. Reading you shows me why this is so BUT also inspires me to better effort.

I can think of no greater compliment.

A PERFECT five.

xx Stephanie
wjackl
Posted 31 Oct 2013 01:12
You have done it once again, thanks, I love what you do.

AbigailThornton
Posted 31 Oct 2013 00:27
This is wonderful. At its heart, it is a love story - but the love story is held against the wall by its throat as a background to the raw, dirty, demeaning sex - sex as a commodity to be traded by those to whom no other options are available. Beautifully written.
frenchtoastman
Posted 30 Oct 2013 23:18
Superb. This goes way beyond being a great "sex story"; it's a great STORY, period. Sprite, your growing skill and maturity as an author should give hope to those of us who strive to hone our craft.

DLizze
Posted 30 Oct 2013 22:24
Raw ... gripping ... real.

And the sex in this one is pretty good too, even though gang bang stories aren't my "cup of tea".
Driver1963
Posted 30 Oct 2013 22:04
Ouch! I cannot lie; this was a hard story for me to read. Yes, I was warned it would be and I did believe it would be. Raw, heart wrenching, so realistic... Physical and emotional turmoil on steroids. You really have a way of communicating a story girl! Had it been done by anyone else, I probably would not have bothered to read it.
Thanksgiving is coming up fast here in the USA, and it is a reminder that we have much to be thankful for in our own way.
Hugs from a fan...
youngmommy
Posted 30 Oct 2013 13:59
Awesome!

Dani
Posted 30 Oct 2013 13:01
Perfection.

Green_Man
Posted 30 Oct 2013 09:07
I love your stories. Not because of the sex, which is fucking outstanding, but the style and finesse of your writing. You have the goods. Really, I would love to see more from you of a non-erotic nature over on SS. But please, don't stop putting out the naughty stuff.

Wilful
Posted 30 Oct 2013 04:08
There is a real depth to this, which I've never seen in a gangbang story before. Sure, it's as hot as all fucking get out, but at the same time it's just so heartbreaking. You've given this such a gritty realism, I can't help but relate to the emotionality of it. Excellent job, Sprite.

Naughtygrl73
Posted 29 Oct 2013 20:54
This is Gripping, girl. It's hard and emotional. Raw comes to mind. You've meshed almost violent, emotionless sex with a emotional turmoil and love for another
Its special this one, the sex, although spectacular, was for me secondary to the more interesting personal angle running beneath
excellent

Zina
Posted 29 Oct 2013 19:27
You're the best
freshpet
Posted 29 Oct 2013 19:07
omg, i don't know how to explain what this story made me feel . its so filthy, sluty, wild and sexy. i never felt at this level of been used before . omg, thank u Racheal xox..

MadMartigan
Posted 29 Oct 2013 18:28
I wouldn't say it illustrates a woman's empowerment. Not necessarily.

This may be one of your grittiest "blondie" tales. It is unquestionably sexual. The sex is as top notch as it usually is with you.

This one is way more than the sex, for me, this time though. It is a peak into the very real, well, I guess you could argue the extent of it, but the very real hell of life and the desperation of the forgotten, ignored, or just plain invisible communities of people just struggling to survive and to capture some momentary piece of happiness.

For Blondie in this tale, it was the feeling of control in having the ability (never mind the means) of being able to GIVE, not receive, something to someone special.

Few things hurt than an inability to be able to give something to someone. I've heard the stories, been around those people. Even being able to treat you to a pretty standard, cheap meal, brings smiles.

So, yea. Sex was hot as always. But this was definitely more than the sex. It was dark. It was heartbreaking. It was frustrating. It was emotional. And, like naughtynurse said, it was ugly...Make no mistake about that. But, there was hope at the fringes. Not concrete, but....

I'll stop before I rant more.

RumpleForeskin
Posted 29 Oct 2013 17:24
What Naughty Nurse said, me too.While 'Black Knight' remains on top of my 'Blondie' list, this one is another keeper.

naughtynurse
Posted 29 Oct 2013 15:55
I can't lie; Blondie's stories are my favorites. It's a raw, emotional telling of a tale that isn't pretty, it isn't shiny. It's gritty and real. It's ugly, but there is beauty to it. And that's what makes it true, and lovely.

Ruthie
Posted 29 Oct 2013 15:37
This is a very good, very sexy, hot, hot story. It shows a woman's empowerment, the way she feels like a goddess while giving herself to the men.
 

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