How Do You Tell The One You Love? by GJ Dear readers: This story is purely a work of fiction and any names, locations or situations contained in it are strictly coincidental. Enjoy GJ Dyna: Thank you for picking me up after my workout. ( Smelling under her arms)......God, I smell like a construction worker. Better take me home so I can get all clean and feminine for you. Me: (Inhaling her pungent sweat) ...... Danya you smell wonderful, you needn't bathe on my account. I can clean you with my tongue. I would love to ......please. Danya: Yewwwwwww, no way. After I shower then if you want to fool around ... then sure. Here smell under my armpits...It's so gross. Me: ( Closing my eyes and breathing in her sweet aromatic scent) ........ Oh God, Danya you smell so wonderful. I want to lick everywhere, clean everywhere, sniff everywhere. There is something I have meaning to tell you.....now that we are about to become engaged. It's really important to me. Danya: ( Looking intently into my eyes) Well, this sounds serious, better drive me home. I will skip the shower for now. Let's talk. ( As she spoke her hand brushed the blond curls that fell on her beautiful face. I could see her 18" bicep grow and drip sweat from it's huge peak.) Me: Driving home in breakneck speed, I find myself sitting on her couch. Danya is standing in front of me. Her huge quads(32") and chest (45"), are dripping sweat on the creme colored carpet. I look at her fists longingly. They are huge and powerful. I have seen her beat men to unrecognizable pulps with those two weapons( She was a champion boxer)...Well here goes nothing) .......Danya, the love of my life. I want to spend my life with you. However, I have this one request...call it a fetish. I can't get it out of my mind.( I put my face in my hands and begin to cry.) Danya: (Looking concerned, my muscular, hard bodied love, cradled me in her arms consolingly)....What is it, just tell me...It will be okay, whatever you want. I love you so. Is anything bothering you, ANYONE bothering you. I will beat them to red jelly. Please talk to me. Me: Okay, okay. For the longest time I have had these fantasies. Some might call them a fetish. Every time I see you box, when you break your opponents nose, his jaw, crush his check bones, and eye sockets. ...well I get so hard. A few times I even came in my pants. Oh God, how do I tell you..... Danya: (Looking at me with a glint in her eyes).......So you mean when I beat someone to a pulp, it turns you on. Well, if that is it, it is not so weird. You see several years ago, I put myself through college by making special house calls. Rich men paid me $500 to beat them to bloody spots on the floor. One guy paid me $5,000 to knock out all his teeth and make a necklace out of them. He wanted me to wear it for a whole year. So you see, I can understand you proclivity. So what is it you want me to do. Do you want me to beat up somebody in front of you and then we can have wild sex, after I dispose of his broken, bloody body, is that it? Me: ( OH God, she actually knocked out someone's full set of teeth and made a necklace...just like in those stories I have read on thevalkyre.com...I could feel cum beginning to ooze down my leg.) Actually, my beautiful, powerful Danya, I want you to do that to me. I want you to treat me like one of your prior "customers", and work me over till you fists are bloody with the remnants of my face. The more damage you can do , the better it will be for me. Oh, how can I ask you to do this, I feel so horrible? Danya: (Taking my hand and placing it on her huge right bicep, flexing that ball of steel up and down. Of course my hand could only go around about 40% of it's circumference...it was that big.) Feel this , my darling...feel how hard , how powerful it is. Imagine me breaking you puny jaw by flexing it up and down on your chin, until it cracks. Would you like that. One man paid me $10,000 to do that. He had another jaw made for him in Sweden. Perhaps you would like me to break every bone in your face and have it ooooze red pus, mucous and teeth dust, down my huge fists. (Holding them up to my face).... Kiss them , they are sweaty now but I can make them red with your blood. Me: (Shooting my load, when I squeezed her huge arm) Oh my darling would you do that for me. I would only ask you to do it when I needed it. I have many investments and we could go to Europe and have my face rebuilt as many times as I needed to. You could go on shopping sprees and visit me in the hospital as they reconstruct my face. (Then I licked the sweat from each fist and savored the salty liquid found on them) Danya: (Lifting up her powerful right arm and looking sternly at me)....Lick the sweat all of it, remove that stink from my mammoth boulders of steel. Then lick the sweat pooling between my breasts and lastly I am going to turn and I want you to lick everything you find on and up my ass. How is that my darling. You better do a perfect job or I will break you into atomic red bits of bone. Me: (Damn I came again, this time a gusher. I began to lick her arms clean. I sucked on her armpit hair until not one molecule of sweat remained. Then I moved to her giant breasts and my tongue licked and licked her pec muscles clean. That took me quite a while. Lastly, Danya turned over and I stuffed my face in her hard rounded ass. I licked all around, including the top of her hamstrings. Then I plunged my tongue all the way inside licking every drop of wetness. As I did I moaned and I could hear my soon to be bride moaning, as I administered to her needs. Danya: (Taking a sheet and checking to make sure I had cleaned her properly, she noticed some wetness on her tissue. Turning me around she began her fistic onslaught.) .....Here, take that( right hook to my nose shattering it.....turning her beige couch into a blood bath.) Next your eyes.....( Jab, jab...splitting them open, crushing the eye sockets, raining blood all over as it ran down my face to match my shattered nose. Then she stopped and took a sip of water from the bottle on the lamp table. Me: ( I moaned with pain and lust as I began to come again) Yesssssssssss, yes , don't stop break my jaw, knock it off it's hinges. Danya: Anything for my honey bunch....Raise your face up. I am going to make your jaw break like a drooping marionette's head . ( Then she began to use my jaw as a speed bag. Left right right left left right right left. Holding up this now piece of hanging bone, Danya punched me with a powerful uppercut. It knocked my jaw off its hinges and it hung down, my mouth never lining up properly.) There, that should do it my love. Now I must call the number you gave me and have the private ambulance take you to the plane. In a few months you will be put back together. I hope it was good for you. Me: Unconscious, I never even saw the blood trails that dripped down from my ruined face. They spelled out on her once pristine carpeting " I love you Danya"