Thief of Hearts

Chapter One

Thief of Hearts
Chapter One

Her painted nails clicked across the keys of the small laptop laboring over the next story. That’s what it amounted to at the moment…labor. Her imagination seemed to have taken a temporary hiatus…but how could this be? After all, she wrote about love, sex, romance, conquests, fucking…how could her imagination be on the blink from such tasty topics?

“What the fuck?!” she muttered angrily as her fingers froze over the keys.

All her characters began to sound the same…running together in monotonous repetition. She erased yet another line then lifted her fingers from the keys and stared blankly at them. Hmmm, time for a manicure, she thought briefly before contemplating the weather for the next day.

“Damn, damn, damn,” she growled focusing back on the once again empty screen…that is, it appeared empty except for the title Thief of Hearts. Somehow she had managed to at least create the title. “Gotta concentrate…gotta think.”

It wasn’t the first deadline and wouldn’t be the last…so why the problem this time?

She dropped her forehead hard upon the keys. The plain and simple fact was that she hadn’t gotten laid in awhile. How could she write about what she hadn’t had since…, “Since God flooded the world…,” she mumbled admittedly into the computer.

The urge to pee hit her so she abruptly pushed away from the makeshift desk and padded into the bathroom. The gruesome reflection in the mirror stared back horrified. “Good God! I need a shower!” This presented yet another excuse to waylay her project.

Quickly, she climbed into the stall. Her favorite dildo hung from the shower head…a clear indication of her single-hood. “Ah…my best friend,” she sighed sadly raking her nails across the length of realistic flesh. Soon, with hair and body lathered, she soaped up her best buddy and pressed it urgently between her legs. She forced the thick man-made meat to spread her lips and impale her knowing full well she wasn’t wet enough. But she would force herself to get wet, force herself to take it all in. She loved being forced…for someone else to have control but it just didn’t exist in the world today of “pussy-whipped mama’s boys,” she muttered. Perhaps that was the problem. She needed a real man…a man who took what he wanted when he wanted. But since such men didn’t exist, that is why her toys had become her only lovers.

“Oh yeah, take it all,” she whispered forcing it deeper in…the thickness spreading her tight. She wrapped her fingers hard around the shaft and began to pump her pussy with hopes of fulfillment. She tugged roughly on her pubic hair with the other hand and soon energetically rode the toy. It didn’t take long for her to cum. She grabbed a hardened nipple and nipped it painfully. She knew how to please her body…even if short-lived and not as good as a real screw.

Now clean, and finished with the first round of the cum-fest, she stepped from the shower with toy in hand and headed to the bedroom. “Ok, desperate times call for desperate measures.” She reached under the bed and pulled out her arsenal of play things then popped in her favorite porn flick. She loved to watch two or three guys fucking one woman. It was the domination factor that thrilled her…and the possibility of unending pleasure. Surely, after all this, her tension would disappear and imagination would flow freely then she could write something… anything. And perhaps if lucky, she could even derive a little self satisfaction.

She set up the Plunge Master at the end of the bed and attached her dildo to it then grabbed both remotes and scooted to the edge placing her feet into the stirrups. She lay spread open and ready as she pressed start to both of them. Soon the sounds of orgasmic fucking filled the room as the machine pumped her wet pussy. If she concentrated, she could pretend that it was her getting it good in the porn.

“Oh yes, fuck me!” the woman screamed on the screen.

“Oh yes, fuck me!” Megan echoed bearing down harder on the Plunge Master. Her fingers scrambled for the gel and another dildo as she slickened it up for her ass. She would make herself take it in the ass too. By God, I will force myself to write something hot!

She pressed the gelled up head to her entrance and moaned in painful pleasure as she pressed it into herself. Her eyelids fluttered shut willing the imagination to take over…to send her over the brink. With the free hand she eagerly fingered her clit. Suddenly, a much needed wave hit her as she arched off the bed.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” questioned a deep silky voice near her ear.

Her eyes flew wide as she tried to regain control from her orgasm to scream but the stranger clamped his hand down upon her mouth while he restrained her with the other. Uninhibited pleasure shot through her body and the hand held dildo fell out of her hand as she tried to fight the intruder and contain her orgasm. But the Plunge Master kept plunging unmindful of the situation. Unmindful that she could do nothing while riding the waves except give in. A dark mask covered his eyes but she could see the smile spread sinfully across sensuous lips.

“What fortuitous luck I must have intending to steal some treasures but finding this instead,” he purred reaching into his pocket to pull out some long black leather strips. He released her mouth but before she could yell covered it hard with his own taking her breath away as his tongue assaulted hers. At the same time, he swiftly grabbed her wrists and tied them securely to the bedpost.

Megan’s heart pounded with fear. Is he going to kill me?

He covered her mouth again after the kiss and answered, “No, I’m not going to kill you. That is something that I do not do. However, seeing that you have nothing of value for me to steal…I will be compensated for my efforts so…I’ll steal…you.”


McKinzie S. Heart
~Live to write, write to live~