a new story in blade_slinger2002 file. Yes that is me. And yes I changed my Id.
Don't ask why. The story is listed as Sherry. The story is rather erotic, so be
warned. I wrote it at the request of The Great Throwdini who has contributed
much to this group. He wanted to see a story written from the knife thrower's
point of view. Well, this story is written from this former knife thrower's
point of view.
Desire By Blade_Slinger2200
you read this tale, you may decide that this story should never have been
written. To be honest with you, I
wouldn’t have written it, but I
get what I've done out in the open.
I needed to get the weight of my guilt off my chest.You see I’ve been
doing something that is totally unforgivable. I’ve been having inappropriate thoughts about my best
friend’s wife. I know you’re probably
thinking that isn’t so bad. After
all, we all have thoughts like that from time to time. But it wasn’t an occasional thought. It was a full blown obsession. It got to be so bad that I would find
any excuse I could to be close to Sherry.
When I went to visit, I’d volunteer to help with the
dishes. We’d stay in the kitchen,
and chat for more than an hour.
I know I
shouldn’t have been entertaining such thoughts, but I couldn’t help it. Sherry is a knockout. I mean she is a drop dead gorgeous woman.
make a potato sack look good. She
has long blond hair, and deep blue eyes.
She has a smile that will melt snow in January. Sherry stands at a little over five
foot seven, and has a body that would make a Barbie doll green with envy. I would struggle to control my desires,
but I couldn’t help neither did Sherry.
Or so I thought.
Then last Month the unexpected happened. It was a warm Saturday afternoon, and I
was over at Bob and Sherry’s house.
I had brought my throwing knives and practice board with me. (I’m an armature knife thrower.) Bob and I had spent most of the
afternoon in the basement throwing knives. Bob is a pretty good thrower, but to be honest with you, I’m
better. I’ve been told I’m good
enough to throw professionally.
But I’ve never seriously considered throwing knives for a living.
we were throwing, the phone rang.
Bob answered it, talked for a few minutes, then hung up the phone. Sherry came down stairs. She had been lying out by their pool,
and was wearing a white string bikini that barely covered her private
parts. I had to turn away to
keep from drooling over her incredible body.“Who was that, honey?” She asked. “That was the office. One of our clients isn’t happy with the
presentation I made to him, and he wants to discuss some changes. Unfortunately he wants to discuss them
now.”I immediately began to pack up my equipment. Sherry noticed what I was doing and stopped me.
“Jim, you don’t have to leave. It shouldn’t take Bob more than a couple of hours to satisfy
his client. Once he takes care of the client, he’ll
then you two can continue practicing your knife throwing.” “Yeah, there’s no need for you to
go. I’ll just be an hour or
two.”“Ok, if you don’t mind me hanging around.” I said, hoping that I didn’t sound as anxious as I was
feeling. Bob left for his office, and I continued to practice. As I threw the
began to fantasize about Sherry.
I’d imagine us locked in an erotic embrace, as we made love by the
pool. The images in my mind were
so strong that I nearly broke a basement window when I missed the six foot tall
“Get a grip, Jim.”
I muttered. I picked up the
knife, returned to the board, and pulled the rest of the knives from the
wood. As I moved to return to my
throwing spot, I saw Sherry standing on the bottom step. She was still wearing the string
bikini. She was also wearing a
very inviting smile.
“You’re very good with those knives. I don’t know how many times Bob has
said you ought to perform professionally.”“Thank you,” I managed to say without
stammering. Sherry strode past me, and walked over to the board. She ran her hands along the rough
surface. I let my gaze soak in her
beautiful body. I knew I shouldn’t
be looking at her like that, but my eyes refused to turn away. Sherry turned to
face me, her body now centered with the board.“I think you’d make a terrific
knife thrower. You’re tall and
handsome, and you have a dynamic personality.”
Sherry stepped back, and placed her body against the knife
board. “If only you had an
assistant to stand here, as you threw your knives.” My nerves turned to
jelly. I dropped three knives to
the floor. Sherry smiled at
me. It was a wonderful smile.
“You've dropped your knives.”I bent over and picked up the knives. When I straightened up, I saw a sight
that nearly made me drop my knives a second time. Sherry had positioned her
body so that she was in a classic human target pose. Her body, was straight, and her left knee was slightly bent.
Sherry had spread her arms wide,
and was clutching the sides of the board.
“You can throw your knives at me if you want. ” Her invitation sent chills up my
spine. I stood there staring at
the woman I’d desired for years, and suddenly all I wanted to do was run. I
weakly nodded. I drew a knife from
the bunch that I held in my right hand.
I took careful aim, and threw the blade. The weapon sank into the board, a mere half inch from
Sherry’s shapely calf. Sherry,
moaned in pleasure.
“Throw them closer, Jim. I want to feel the knives graze my skin.”I threw the next
knife close to her other calf. The
blade slid along her skin. Sherry
closed her eyes, and a very passionate expression crossed her face.I threw two
more blades. The knives pinned her
incredible thighs to the board.
Sherry had this far away look on her face, as the blades sank in the
wood around her legs.“Can you cut my bikini off?”“What?” I asked, not quite sure that I’d heard
her right.“ I want you to undress me with your throwing knives.” I’d heard her
right. “Won’t Bob wonder what
happened to your bikini?“
became even more inviting. “I have
another one just like it.”
I struggled to keep my hands steady as I threw the next two
there, the front of her bikini bottom suddenly fell forward, exposing her
crotch. I wanted to grab her and
take her right then and there.
spread her legs a little, and then tilted her hips slightly forward. The cut up
bikini bottom fell to the floor.Sherry’s began to breath more deeply as her
obvious excitement increased. Her
breasts swelled with each intake of air.
“Don’t stop,” She said, almost in a whisper.I threw two more
knives. The blades had skimmed
along her sides, dead even with her navel. I realized that it was time to cut her top off. I intently studied the spots where the
knives would have to land. I
quickly realized that if I aimed a hair too high, I’d hit Sherry in the
underarm. I took very careful aim,
and hoped beyond hope that I didn’t miss.
I threw the first knife. It
sank in the wood, just beneath the bikini strap. I’d thrown too low.
I carefully aimed the next knife, and threw it.
I held my breath as the blade slid just under her arm, and
through the tiny string that held the top to her upper body. The top drooped on her left side,
exposing Sherry’s left breast. I
gritted my teeth, as I took in the beauty of her mostly exposed body. I threw the next two knives around her
neck and shoulders. The first
blade had cut into the top string, but it didn’t cut through. The second knife hit it’s mark
perfectly. Sherry leaned forward
slightly. The tiny bikini top fell
from Sherry’s body, leaving her very nude, and very vulnerable. I glanced down at my right hand. I still held three knives in my
hand. I quickly threw two of
them. They landed on either side
of her cheeks. The blades were buried in her long blond hair. I threw the last knife above her
head. The blade slid along the
part in her hair. Sherry stood
there for the longest time, not wanting to move. I wanted to run forward and take her in my arms, but I held
after several minutes, Sherry stepped away from the board, took me by the hand,
and then led me upstairs to the guest bedroom, where we made love. Later that afternoon, Bob returned form
his meeting. We practiced for a
few more hours. I struggled with
the shame I was feeling. I’d done
the unthinkable, and now I was filled with shame. I finally made up an excuse, and went home. I was so ashamed of what I’d done, that
I couldn‘t look Bob, or Sherry in the face.
haven’t gone back over to Bob’s house since then. He’s invited me over several times, but I’ve made excuses not to. I can’t face him now. Not after what I’ve done. I still practice with my throwing
knives. But now, much to my shame,
when I do practice, I see Sherry standing in front of the board in all her
It was a Friday night, in early September. 18 year old Julia Carlisle stood in
line with twelve other pledges, as The Delta Kappa girls stood around
them. Monica Andrews, who was the
leader of the sorority stood in front of the new pledges, looking them over.“Is
this the best Delta Pi has to pick from?”
She said disdainfully.
“We’d be better off with a cage full of mice.”The Kappa girls laughed at
the cruel remark.
wanted to slap the snooty witch for her comment, but remained silent. She decided it would be worth putting
up with Monica’s mouth, to get in to the Deltas.Monica continued. “Here’s your final challenge. You have one week to do something that
is totally outrageous, and very dangerous. And I do mean outrageous. I don’t care what you do, as long as it is something wild,
and dangerous. Also you have to
bring back proof that you did it.
preferably a video tape.
Any pledge that fails to do something wild and dangerous is
disqualified.” Monica stopped in front of Julia. “Does everyone understand?All twelve girls said, “Yes
Ma’am.”Monica smiled an evil smile.
left the sorority house, wondering if being a Delta Pi was worth all this. She knew it was. She’d been offered a chance to pledge
with Sigma Pi, but she didn’t want to be in any other sororities. She wanted to be a Delta.The next
morning Julia got up and immediately started working on fulfilling her pledge
challenge. She bought a newspaper,
hoping to find something in there.
It didn’t take her long to find what she was looking for.She found an ad
in the entertainment section.
Great Throwdini will be appearing at The Abracadabra Club for the next ten
days, starting tonight. Tickets to
the show start at thirty dollars.
Each night’s show will begin at 7pm, and 9pm.Julia stared at the ad for
several seconds. “This will
work.” Julia muttered. “All I have to do is convince this
Throwdini guy to let me stand in front of his knife board, while he throws
knives at me.” Julia threw the paper down. This is nuts!!!
There has got to be a better way of becoming a Delta Pi.” Julia picked
up the paper, and continued to scan it.
She found nothing. As she
sat there, considering her options,
she looked down at the newspaper.
She slowly opened the paper to the ad. “Girl, do you want to be a Delta
Pi this badly?”
knew the answer. She called the
club, and reserved a ticket for the second show. That night she watched the
knife throwing act with a mixture of fear, and wonder. She couldn’t understand how the young
woman standing in front of the board could be so calm. Julia began to imagine herself in front
of the board. The image gave her a
sinking feeling in her stomach. She
didn’t know if she could go through with it.
the nine oclock show was over, Julia slipped back stage, and approached Throwdini.
“Excuse me, could I have a few
minutes of your time?” Throwdini turned to face Julia. “Certainly, what can I do for you?”
Julia drew in a deep breath, cleared her throat, and blurted it out. “Throw
knives at me. ”Throwdini chuckled.
“Somehow I knew that you were going to say that. Let me guess, you’ve wanted to be a
knife thrower’s assistant since you were a little girl.”“Actually, no. I need to do something that is
outrageous, and dangerous by next Friday night.”
gave the young woman a quizzical look. Monica explained her circumstances to
Throwdini. He shook his head and
chuckled. Let me ask you something.
does the idea of standing in front of a knife board frighten you?” Julia
smiled sheepishly. “To be honest
with you, the thought of standing in front of that board, and letting you throw
knives at me is terrifying.” “Yet you’re willing to go through with it just to
get into a sorority?”
nodded. “Be here tomorrow morning at ten am. And wear something snug. You don’t want to get pinned to the board because of
loose clothing.” Julia thanked him, and
left the back stage area. “Wait till the Misses hears this one.” Throwdini muttered as he watched Julia
next morning, Julia entered the club through the rear entrance. She was wearing a leotard, skin tone
tights, and a pair of ballet
She had a
video camera bag slung over her shoulder.
She found Throwdini onstage, warming up his throwing arm. Julia nearly turned and ran, as
thrower hurled one knife after another into the board. As he threw the final
knife, he looked up at her. “I see you’re ready to go.” “Ready, and
willing.” Julia’s smile was
forced, and not very convincing. “Set your video camera up over there, and
point it toward the Wheel of Death.” Julia started to lower the camera, when
she realized what Throwdini had just said. “Wheel of Death?
You‘re going to strap me to?”
Julia pointed to the wheel. “You did say that the stunt had to be
dangerous, and outrageous. The
wheel is my most outrageous looking stunt.” Julia stared at the terrifying
device. Suddenly, being a Sigma Pi
didn’t seem like such a bad choice.
you’d rather not, I’ll understand.
I was just trying to be helpful.”Julia started to decline, when she
remembered Monica’s snide remark about being a mouse. “No, I think the wheel
will clinch it for me.” Julia set
her camera up, turned it on, and then approached the wheel. “What do I do?”
gripped the side of the wheel, and then held out his hand. “Stand with your back to the board,
hold tightly to my hand, and then
up.Throwdini helped Julia into place, then ran the strap around her waist.
Julia stood still, as Throwdini tightened the strap. Throwdini stepped to the
side of the wheel, took hold of the edge, and looked up at Julie.
you ready?”Julia gritted her teeth, and then nodded. Throwdini began to spin
the wheel. He gave it several hard
turns, then stepped back. Julia
felt a wave of dizziness hit her, as she spun on the wheel. She wanted to close her eyes, but
didn’t dare take her eyes off of Throwdini. She groaned as Throwdini picked up the knives, squared
himself, and began to throw them at the board. Julia could feel the vibration of the knives hitting the
board. She held totally still, too
terrified to even breath. The
blades hit the wheel, one at a time.
four to her left, and four to her right.
After what seemed like an eternity, Throwdini threw the last
knife. Julia breathed a sigh of relief
as the blade sank into the wood, next to her right shoulder. Throwdini quickly
stopped the board’s spin, and helped Julia down. She nearly collapsed from fear and dizziness. “I do believe
that qualifies as dangerous and outrageous.” Throwdini smiled at the dizzy woman. “And if any of your sorority friends
would like to disagree with you, tell them to come on down, and give the wheel
following Friday, each of the pledges showed the videos of their stunts. Only eight of the pledges had
returned. Each girl had performed
a fairly dangerous stunt, that contained some risk. One girl was holding what she claimed was a rattle snake. Unfortunately for her, one of the Delta
Pi’s was studying to be a zoologist, and recognized it as a gopher snake. One girl did manage to lie on the
railroad tracks as a train bore down on her. Although snooty Monica felt she could have stayed there a
few seconds longer. But the group
did recognize it as dangerous. Finally, it was Julia‘s turn. Julia slipped her tape into the VCR. “I
had a little help with this stunt.
The man who helped me said that if anyone wanted to say this stunt isn’t
dangerous enough they can come down to the club, and try it themselves.” Julia pressed play. The sorority girls all sat in awe as
Throwdini hurled knife after knife at Julia’s spinning body. Needless to say, Julia is now a Delta
Harris sat transfixed as she watched the incredible display of knifeman
ship. She watched in amazement,
and excitement, as Throwdini hurled knife after knife at Morrigan, his lovely
assistant. Katherine could feel
her heart pounding, as she watched the dangerous display. Each throw seemed to place Morrigan in
great peril. Katherine found
herself wishing that it was her standing in front of the board.
minutes later, Throwdini, and his Morrigan took their bows, and left the
stage. The audience gave them a
thunderous ovation. Katherine
stared at the now empty knife board.
She wanted to run up on stage and run her fingers along the gashes that
the knives, tomahawks, and machetes had made during the performance.
audience slowly filed out of the auditorium, Katherine hung back, waiting for
them to leave. After several
minutes, the auditorium was
quickly looked around, and then slipped onto the stage. She approached the board. She could see the gashes in the painted
wood. The sight of the
chipped wood sent chills of excitement through her.
took another quick look around to see if anyone was watching. The auditorium appeared to be
empty. Katherine stepped forward, and placed her back and
shoulders squarely against the board.
The feel of the gashes in the wood excited her.
at the table that held the throwing instruments. They looked very dangerous, and yet very inviting. Katherine closed her eyes, and began to
wonder what it would be like to stand here while knives were thrown close to
her body. “It’s an amazing feeling, isn’t it. You look like you were born to stand in front of the board.”
Katherine jumped at the words. She
turned to see Morrigan standing a few feet away. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to
startle you.” Katherine blushed.
“Forgive me! I shouldn’t be
messing around with your
equipment.” “It’s ok. I
won’t tell if you won’t. I take it
you have a desire to be a
target girl?” Katherine’s blush deepened. She nodded. Morrigan stepped
forward, and extended her hand.
“I’m Jenn Slater.
What’s your name?” “I’m Katherine Harris.” Katherine shook the woman’s hand.
suddenly got an idea. “If you’d
like I’ll ask the Reverend to throw a few knives around you. He won’t mind.” Katherine thought about
it for a minute, then agreed. Jenn left the stage area. Katherine stood there,
unable to believe that she was going to go through with this. She wondered what her husband, Mike would think if he knew what she was doing. He’d probably tell her she was nuts,
and would Put an end to her
trips to New York.
reentered the stage a few minutes later.
Throwdini was right behind her.
Jenn introduced Katherine to the knife thrower. They talked for a few minutes, then
Jenn suggested that Throwdini let Katherine try a few tricks out. Throwdini obliged her. Katherine
stood against the board, and held her breath, as the thrower, hurled knives
around her. The blades seemed to reach out for her flesh, as if to devour her life. The sensation caused Katherine‘s heart
to pound. She felt every nerve in
her body explode with excitement and fear. Katherine couldn’t believe she was standing here, letting a
stranger throw knives at her.
night, she lay in bed, holding the pamphlet that Throwdini had given her. She couldn’t believe she’d stood there
and let Throwdini throw knives at her.
She closed her eyes and conjured up the image of the knives coming at her. The powerful rush she’d gotten from acting as his target,
was still there. She looked at the picture on the
pamphlet, of Throwdini, and Jenn. They were standing in front of their wheel of
death. Throwdini was holding several knives, and Jenn was
holding one of the machetes that Throwdini used in his act.
It was then that Katherine made up her mind.
got back home, she’d talk to
Mike about taking up a new hobby.
After all, Mike was a
pitcher on his college baseball team.
He shouldn’t have any trouble mastering knife throwing.
later.) “You want to do
what!!!!” Mike nearly fell
over when Katherine told him
her idea. “Honey, don’t get upset.
It’s just an idea.” “It’s an insane idea. There is no way I’m going to throw
knives at you. I don’t even know how to throw a knife.”
Katherine held up the pamphlet.
“The Great Throwdini has a tape
and book set that covers all of that. We can order it from him, and then you can begin practicing.
the pamphlet from his wife, and began to look through it. “Is this where
you got this crazy idea?” Mike
started to rip the pamphlet
in half. “No!!!” Katherine
screamed. “If you tear that up,
I’ll never speak to you again.” Mike saw the expression on Katherine’s
face, and realized that she
meant it. “Honey, you
can’t be serious about this. Do
you realize how dangerous
this is? You could be injured, or
killed. I‘m not going to do this.” Katherine stepped close to
her husband. She looked up at
him. “Honey, I know
it’s dangerous. I know that I
could end up seriously
injured, or worse, I could get killed. But don’t you see, that’s what makes this so compelling. There’s something about placing myself in
harms way that excites
drew in a deep breath before continuing.
“I’ve got to be
honest with you. When
Throwdini threw those knives around me, I got unbelievably turned on. I wanted to run straight to the airport, come home, and make
mad passionate love to you.” Mike could tell that just talking about it
was exciting his pretty wife.
He’d seen that depth of passion in her before. He knew it wouldn’t go away until it ran it’s course. “Look, Hon,
even if I agreed to this, it could take a long for me to get good enough to throw knives at
you. To be honest with you, I
might never be good enough. Besides, I don‘t want to perform in
front of people.”
shook her head. “I don’t want to
perform in public. I just want to
perform privately. Just you and
me.“ Katherine gave Mike her
pitiful look. “I’ll make you a
deal. If you’ll give this a try for six months,
and then decide that it isn’t going to work, I’ll forget about it, and I won’t bring it up again.”
Mike looked down at the pamphlet, and then back at his obviously excited
wife. “All right! I’ll give it six months.” Katherine
threw her arms around Mikes neck, and kissed him hard. “I love you.”
“One thing though. Where do
we get the equipment?” “Throwdini covered all of that in his book and
video.” “So, I guess we need to buy a book and video.” Katherine
stepped over to the couch, and reached under a throw pillow.
She held up a package. “Throwdini had them with him. I went ahead and bought a packet.”
Katherine reached under the pillow a second time, and brought out a set of ten matching throwing knives. “He
also told me about a knife shop in New York, where I could find professional
throwing knives.” Mike took the 16” daggers from his wife, and looked them
over. They were heavy, and very dangerous looking. He saw Katherine’s
expression, as she admired the blades. She was definitely getting
turned on by them. “I just hope you know what you’re getting yourself
the next few months practicing with the knives. He had
built a board, and had set it up in the basement. Every night after work, he would
go into the basement, and practice
for two hours.
Katherine would sit on the steps, and watch him practice. Afterward, she would take him
upstairs and make love to him. The
woman had become wild in her love making.
Mike began to look forward to his practice sessions. He would come home, and find Katherine
sitting on the couch, watching the video.
Sometimes he found her in the basement, standing against the board.
would spend hours on the internet, looking up knife throwing sites. She eventually found a knife throwing
group called dangerous circus acts.
She would spend a lot of her free time looking through the pictures, and
reading the stories. When Mike
came home from work, he would sometimes sit with his wife, and they’d go to the
web sites together. Usually within
fifteen minutes of surfing, they would end up making love on the desk, in front
of the computer. Sometimes, they
would make love in front of the knife board. Katherine’s passion seemed to be even more powerful there.
found and ordered a movie called The Girl on the Bridge. It was a movie about
two people who satisfied their passions during their knife throwing act. Mike and Katherine were soon making
love on the couch, while they watched the movie. As the months passed,
Mike got better, until he felt he was almost good enough to let Katherine stand
in front of the board. But he
didn’t want to push it. After all,
what they were planning to do was extremely dangerous, and Mike wanted to make
sure he was ready.
night Mike came home from work, to find Katherine sitting on the couch, dressed in a long,
clingy, silk robe. She was also heavily made up in stage makeup. But what was the most striking was her
hair. She had it cut short, and
wore it like the girl in the movie.
Mike felt a lump rise in his throat.... and in his trousers. “Hi
honey,” she said cheerily. “I hope
you don’t mind, but I went
shopping today and I bought you something.” Mike immediately
realized that Katherine was up to something. “And, what did you buy
me?” He asked, his eyes taking in
his wife’s sexy new look. “I bought an outfit, for you to wear, when you
practice. It‘s laid out on the bed.” Mike gave
Katherine, one last look, went upstairs, and found the outfit. It was a white silk shirt, with ruffles
up the front, a pair of black denim pants, and a pair of black leather
boots. Mike slipped out of
his work clothes, took a shower, and tried the outfit on. Mike quickly discovered that the shirt
only buttoned up part way, leaving his hairy chest partially bare. He looked at himself in the mirror.
“Woman, you are definitely up to something.”
returned to the living room.
Katherine’s robe was lying on the couch, but she was no where in
sight. He strode to the back of
the house. The basement door was
wide open. Mike slowly walked down
the flight of stairs. As he reached the bottom step, he looked at the
board. Katherine was standing in
front of it. She was dressed in a
black lace bra, with matching panties, black fishnet stockings, that were held
up by a black garter, and a pair of stiletto heels. The lump
in Mike’s throat returned. As did
the other lump. Katherine was standing in a classic knife thrower’s
assistant’s pose, with her back to the board, her feet together, and her arms
spread out, so she could hold the edges of the board. “You look
magnificent.” Mike’s voice
smiled invitingly at her husband.
Her eyes burned with passion. Mike stepped into the basement, and
stopped next to the table where the knives lay. “I don’t know if I’m ready to try this yet.” Katherine
didn’t say, a word. She continued
to smile at her husband. Mike
looked down at the knives. They
were laid out in a half moon shape, like the pros do. “Maybe I should
practice some more.” Katherine didn’t move. “I mean, it’s only been
a few months, and I still do miss from time to time.”
smile broadened. She gave him a
look that said it all. It was
time. Katherine had waited months
for this day, and nothing was going to make her wait one more day. She wanted this. She yearned for this. “Throw
knives at me, darling.” Her voice
was deep and husky. Her body
trembled with anticipation. Mike
knew he was in for the night of his life.
He reached down and picked up the knives. He struggled to keep his hands from shaking. Mike stepped into his usual spot, then
looked up at Katherine. When Mike
saw the excited expression on her face, he nearly dropped his knives. He’d never seen his wife this
turned on before. “Are you ready?”
He took the
first knife in his left hand, and aimed at a spot, about six inches from
Katherine’s left knee, and gave the knife a good hard throw. It stuck about an inch higher than he’d
intended. but it was a pretty good throw. Katherine looked down at the blade, and then looked
back up to her husband. “Throw them closer.” Mike gritted his
teeth. He knew she was behaving
recklessly, and that he should refuse.
But the sight of his scantily clad wife standing in front of the board
was just too much. He threw the next knife next to her other knee. This one landed two inches from her
thigh, just above her knee cap. Katherine’s eyes were filled with
fire. She held on tightly to the
board, to keep from passing out from the pleasure she was feeling. Mike
threw two more knives. Each knife
sank into the wood, about an inch or so from Katherine’s hips. She moaned deeply. As Mike threw the fifth knife, he held
his breath. Mike felt it come out
of his hand wrong, and he just knew Katherine was going to be hit. Katherine realized that the knife
was off, but she didn’t move. The
blade slid along Katherine’s right side, just below her rib cage. Katherine gasped as she felt the weapon
skim along her bare skin. She
smiled deeply. “That was so incredible. Oh honey, don‘t stop.” “This is crazy,”
muttered beneath his breath, but he continued to throw the knives. The
next knife landed next to Katherine’s left breast. He only had four more
knives to throw. He threw the next
two knives on either side of his wife’s cheeks. One blade landed a couple of inches away. The other blade grazed the side of
Katherine’s jaw. Mike wanted to quit.
This was getting to be too dangerous. But for some reason he didn’t. He realized that playing this dangerous game was exciting
both of them. There was something
sexy and erotic about doing something this dangerous. He threw the next
knife. It stuck just to the left
of her ear. He took careful aim
and threw the final knife. The
blade had landed uncomfortably close to Katherine’s head. Katherine stood
there for a minute, and didn‘t move.
She was afraid that if she let go of the board, she’d collapse. She looked the knives over, enjoying
the feeling of being surrounded by them. “That was wonderful. I‘ve never felt so alive in my
life. Thank you honey.” She sauntered over to her husband,
eased her arms around his neck, and kissed him. They spent the rest of the evening making love in front of
the board. the knives were still
buried in the wood.
continued to practice with the knives. Katherine would watch him as he practiced. Finally, after another six months of practice, Mike felt
comfortable enough to let Katherine stand in front of the board on a daily
basis. Their sex life had never
been more passionate. One night
after an extremely intense night of passion, Mike sat down in front of the
computer, and wrote a heart felt thank you email to Throwdini, and Morrigan.