The Cookie Monster.
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Posted:Sep 1, 2011 10:06 am
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Cookie Play...
(Disclaimer: For those unfamiliar with D/lg play... this fantasy is a dream play with my friend. She is well into her middle years, and only 15 years younger than myself. if you find the story disturbing.. perhaps that is your problem. )
Cassie and I had talked and flirted for some time but this would be our first r/t play date. She was pleasantly on time. I took her jacket, noting her soft curving form and evaluating her choice of tan slacks and a pink sweater. Everything means something the first time. We talked of her trip and her local 'cousin' she was visiting. When we began to feel comfortable, I suggested she change. This has a different connotation for different kinks. She understood.
"I didn't bring anything." She said with a sweet amount of regret.
"Not a problem. The guest room is set up for you." Taking her hand I led her to the spare room I had carefully set up for her. The single bed was covered with a pink, Hello Kittie, spread and there were some stuffies on the pillow. The lamp shade was Sesame street, and the cd player had music appropriate for a young .. heavy on the Beeb.
She laughed and walked around looking. On the bed laid out was a pair of pale pink cotton panties. I had had to guess the size, but I had a pair a little larger and one a little smaller just in case. There was a matching ribbon for her hair, and matching anklets. The Tweety tee shirt was long enough to cover her to mid thigh. I backed out of the room.
I was wearing a robe, quite comfortable. I went to the kitchen to lay out the cookies and milk. I didn't know if she preferred chocolate milk or vanilla, so I just put out the syrup.
I heard the door to the room open. I looked up. Cassie was so cute. Everything seemed to fit well enough and she was glowing. I could see she was easing into her 'little' space. I gave her my best avuncular smile. Taking the tray with the cookies and a small bowel into the living room, I asked her to bring the milk. She followed quickly behind.
Sitting on the sofa, I arranged everything. Cassie had brought a stuffed CareBear with her and was cuddling it sweetly.
"They are home--made sugar cookies. Hope you like them."
Cassie looked at the cookies. Picking up an oval one, she frowned, and put it back. The bigger cookie she picked up was oddly shaped. She held it, looking confused; then holding the thick end she pointed the long end and pretended to shoot it. I laughed. She was so into her little space she hadn't picked up on the shape yet. I watched as she found the small piece of walnut in the handle of her 'gun'. She bit into it, and smiled. I smiled back. Picking up one of the oval cookies I showed her the grooved rise down the middle, and I slowly licked the groove. Then, with the small spoon I dabbed a bit of whipped cream on the end of the longer part of her cookie. Holding it out to her, she looked at me and her tongue peeked out to lick the tip, then to lick her lips. Spooning a small dollop of whipped cream into the groove on the other cookie, I slowly licked it and gave an appreciative moan. She giggled. Then I picked up another 'gun' and holding it with the tip extended I dipped it into the cream and held it out. I could see the realization of the shapes of the cookies, as she stared at the cookie and tried to maintain her little space.
Leaning forward, Cassie slowly licked the end of the cookie, and took the tip between her soft lips. I gave another appreciative soft moan and she smiled around the tip in her mouth. I watched her and waited letting her find her own way. She smiled at me and then took the spoon and put more whipped cream all down the shaft of the cookie. Her mouth descended upon it and she savored the taste and the sensation. I looked at her unfettered breast and immediately saw that her nipples were quite prominent. Reaching slowly into the deep cleavage of the shirt, I lifted her breast out enough to let me put some of the whipped cream on the tip. She shuddered. I leaned down and slowly licked the cream covered nipple. She whimpered softly and I watched her press her thighs together. I was sure my little one's panties were soon going to be quite wet.
Releasing the nipple with a kiss, I sat back looking at my little one. She waited to see what I was going to do next. I waited. She looked at the cookie, still wet with her saliva and the cream in the bowel. Looking down at my robe, she slowly opened it to see that there was nothing underneath but a very hard penis. She shuddered realistically, but I didn't push her. Taking some of the whipped cream, Cassie put a small bit on the tip and then slowly, her breath loud in the quiet room, she leaned down and her sweet tongue came out and licked the cream with the barest brush of the hot skin beneath. I smiled with a mmmm sound, and looking up at me impishly, she took more of the cream on her finger and covered the whole tip. Her lips opened and took the whole slathered hot head in as I groaned and my hand reached over to caress my little one's soft ass. She wriggled against my hand, and I pulled up the short shirt to slide my hand inside the cotton panties. Definitely very wet.
"Your little panties are very wet. We will have to wash them so your Mommy doesn't wonder what you have been doing. Sit back and let Daddy take these wet panties off."
Leaning back on the couch, she smiled as I lifted her shirt and pulled down the sopping panties. Shaking my head at her in mock concern, I flipped the panties toward her room which made her laugh.
"Silly Daddy." she said softly.
Her sweet little flower was trimmed to very little hair and looked so inviting. Looking at her, I took some of the whipped cream and dabbed it on the top of her cookie. My tongue slowly descended and she squirmed, but made no attempt to get away. Licking the sweet cream, and the tender flesh it covered, I took my time and savored the flavors and the little cries my baby was making. Soon, she was shuddering with the suddenness of her release, and biting her lips not to cry out. Taking her hand I led her into the bedroom. Putting on the little lamp I left the rest of the room in shadow. Pulling the shirt over her head and dropping it on the floor, I took my little one in my arms and hugged her for a time, letting her just enjoy the moment.
Laying her on the bed, I dropped my robe. She looked right at my erection and smiled.
"No biting the nuts this time." I said, making Cassie giggle.
Lying beside her I played with her breasts and her nipples as my tongue savored her lips and her neck. Tentatively, but with growing appreciation, Cassie's hands began to wander over my body. I loved the way she seemed reluctant to touch my penis or my ass but loved to caress my back and shoulders. Moving down her body, licking and tonguing my way, I enjoyed the hot flush that rose above her lovely breasts into her neck. I had no qualms about squeezing her breasts or teasing her nipples or cupping her cute ass and pulling her against me. Lying between her thighs, I let my tongue delve deeply into the groove and walls of her pussy. My fingers teased and caressed her.
"Such a pretty little cookie you have. My very favorite."
Cassie's hands were on my head and my face as I tongued her pussy and she writhed beneath me. Her hands tried to pull me up and though I was dying to penetrate her, I was aware of how this would affect her little space. Lying my head on her thigh, I again made her cum with my hands and mouth and she gave herself up to the sensation.
I moved up to take her in my arms and lay on the bed. Her hands went right to my hardness and began caressing and slowly pumping it.
"Is this how you do it?" She asked softly.
"That is beautiful, my little one. Daddy loves the way you make me feel."
Then her head slowly worked its way down until her mouth was completely holding my hard cock. I groaned softly. Cassie caressed my balls and murmured as she played with my cock and balls and her hands and mouth brought me closer and closer to the edge.
"Be careful little one, Daddy is getting close."
"Close to what, Daddy?"
"You will see for yourself very soon." I answered, caressing her lovely ass and moving my hips slowly to ease in and out of her soft mouth.
"MMMMMMm" she said and the vibration set me off and I held her head as she swallowed my cream and I was happy to feel her sucking harder and moving her lips to take it all in. It felt like I was cumming forever. Slowly, I eased her away and pulled her up so my mouth could capture her cummy lips and my tongue could savor my cream on her face. Cassie writhed against me and I realized she was cumming again. I pulled her against me...
Later, we just cuddled for a while and thought about the next time and the next.......
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Little One
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Posted:Aug 16, 2010 5:37 am
Last Updated:Apr 28, 2024 2:58 pm
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Artfully contrived, the seemingly casual clothes
her makeup just teasingly this side of too much
her fingernails too pale, and short, little-like,
her voice reduced to a breathless tone
"You do like me, I know you do."
"How could I not like you?"
"And I know you like to do it. I know."
"I do. Very much. But not with you."
"But why?" almost plaintive, the pain slips through
A discussion rehashed and rehearsed
No less painful for its repetition
I look at your lovely all to well displayed legs.
How can I tell you?
I feel the perfect symbiosis when
you lie in my arms, on the rocking chair,
your cute tush firm against my thigh
You settle into the solace I offer
and my role is complete and entire
I cradle/caress all that you are
and see the crayons on the floor.
I do not wish to speak of the fear
I do not wish to know its shadow
the hope/dream of perfection
may shatter to a bitter sadness
were we ever to ask for more.
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Fort Worth Fantasy
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Posted:Apr 25, 2010 6:34 am
Last Updated:Sep 9, 2011 6:36 am
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Elizabeth didn't need to see herself to know how she looked. Her dark hair shining, and perfectly waved to curl across the collar of her perfectly tailored suit. Her hazel eyes clear and discerning, somehow made more attractive for the small scar through the left eyebrow. Her full lips with just enough color to be attractive, but casual enough to seem real. Her body kept in a state of what she liked to call her battle readiness. Not buff, or sinewy, but rounded and smooth and feminine with just enough softness to make the unwary underestimate her. For a moment she stopped and wondered how long had she been exactly like this. She knew it had been a process since college, a careful sculpting not just of her appearance, but of her attitudes, and her habits, and her clothes, and her lifestyle. Anything that didn't enhance the perfect 'Elizabeth' was discarded without thought or regret. Her career success and the achievements she had made seemed to have borne out the theory. She no longer had to work at being Elizabeth, she was so totally and readily herself that she could not envision any change, nor any reason to.
The almost fawning attention of the flight attendant was no more than her due. Business class and clothes that quietly stated the measure of her success. Small wonder the sleek young woman kept Elizabeth in a constant state of satisfaction. She glanced out the window as the plane began its long descent into DFW, her mind automatically cataloguing the sequence of events that would most efficiently get her through the busy air terminal and to her hotel. She should be there in plenty of time to settle in, shower and change before her two o'clock meeting.
Elizabeth was aware on a level that she didn't need to probe, that this was not her usual business trip. Compartmentalized so as not to interfere with her efficiency, the memory was there, and she was too self-aware not to know it.
Luke.
No promises. No committment. She enjoyed talking with him in the chat room that had somehow become a pleasant diversion for her over the past few months. He was not like any of the men she dated, or worked with. Luke was a modern cowboy. Not that he roped and rode, or spent all his time on horseback. He did have a pick-up truck, which they had laughed about, but no gun rack. She didn't know if he owned a gun. It never came up. She liked his clear-eyed approach to reality and the simple understanding of life that seemed to govern all of his thoughts. Somehow, chatting with him in the room with others, many of them totally unknown to her, Elizabeth felt an awareness of his presence that made her more comfortable and less guarded. It was a feeling that she did not generally have, and she had become intrigued by it. Then, the conference here in Dallas-Fort Worth came up and she mentioned, quite casually, that she would be down his way. He said he would love to meet her for a drink, maybe dinner. The thought of meeting the man behind the words was as disconcerting as it was appealing. What if she found that he was really a bore? Or, worse, an ignorant clod. Isn't it easy to seem one way on the computer, where you can delete until you hit the posting that you like?
She had agreed to try to meet him at a bar in Fort Worth if she finished early enough. No promises. No committments. Just a casual encounter. Right.
The meeting went as perfectly as she had planned. She had been Ms Wetherilled to death. Then, as the meeting ended and the casual clusters began, she was Elizabeth again, and again. and as she rode the elevator to her room back at the hotel, she realized that her moment of truth had come. Checking her messages. Making some notes. Dictating a letter for her secretary back in Seattle. All flowed with the usual absence of drama. Then.... she was finished.
Elizabeth realized she was staring out the window at the sprawling city and smiling.
Wearing the sleeveless pantsuit that seemed to be the most casual thing she owned, Elizabeth stood at the door of the Kingston Mines Cafe and took a deep breath. This had to be the most un-Elizabeth thing she had done in years.
The dim lighting, after the late afternoon sun took her eyes a few minutes to adjust.
"Bitty?"
She turned. Sitting at a table off to the side of the door, wearing a blue work shirt, and jeans, and looking as comfortable as a pair of old slippers.
"Luke?"
He rose to give her a hug and kissed her cheek.
"Glad you could make it." He led her to the table. The bar was comfortable, there was more room in the back if it got crowded but this early it was just a half-full room with people who seemed to be in no hurry to get to anything.
"I assume your business went well. You don't look harried."
Eliz... no... Bitty laughed.
Looking across the table at Luke, the first thing she noticed was his hands. They seemed bigger than they ought to , almost out of proportion to his lean body. Hard hands that had seen a lot of work and had done what needed to be done. Strange thoughts. She found herself wondering how they would feel and felt her face flushing.
"What can I get you?"
The waitress was a middle-aged woman in tight jeans and a loose sweater.
"Molly, this is Bitty, a good friend of mine."
Molly stuck out her hand. Surprised, Bitty took it and laughed when Molly winked at her.
"That looks good." She found herself saying looking at the long-neck that Luke was sipping.
Molly brought her a glass, and Bitty watched her pour half the bottle in and set it down. It seemed a lot of the people knew Luke, and she wondered what they thought of her, She was surprised to find that she had no idea how she was coming across. It was disconcerting. But, then, she didn't know any of these people and they had no role in the life she was crafting, so as she sipped the cold beer she realized nothing really mattered.
"So, tell me about yourself."
Luke laughed. "You stole my line."
"Pretty much, what you see is what you get." She smiled.
"That would be really nice." HIs gravelly voice and the thoughts behind his words stirred her in a way she hadn't felt in years.
They talked about politics and current events, but the undercurrent was always there. She became more and more aware of his body, the way he moved his shoulders. The way he cocked his head when he wanted to think about something. Years of reading signs and acting on them fell away as she realized he wanted nothing more from her than her company. Well.. maybe a little more.
"Now, that's a Bitty smile."
Bitty raised an eyebrow, and tried to visualize herself as he must see her.
They ate a meal that was more than she usually allowed herself, and she loved it. They laughed about some of the characters in the chat room.
"You think that Rory character is for real?" He asked.
"I don't know. Sometimes he seems to be all about words and images, then he throws in something so raunchy you have to laugh. But what can you expect from an Easterner?"
"So true. Poor guy."
They both grinned.
Bitty knew that they had reached the moment when Luke called for the check. They had met. They had dined. They had made the time to get to know one another. She could go back to her hotel and to Elizabeth and always have this little bit of Luke.
"You wanna see some of the city?"
"I'd like that." Bitty realized, even as she said it, that she had been hoping he wasn't going to just put her in a cab and tell her what a great time he'd had.
Half-expecting him to start a bar cruise, Bitty thought about how she could pace herself and not get too intoxicated. He led her to his pick up. It was old, but clean and well maintained. Climbing up into the cab, Bitty liked the way she could see more than she usually could from the back seat of a cab, or her little sports compact.
Riding through the city, enjoying the strange eclecticism that was DFW, Bitty realized that she didn't feel like she had to be talking. Watching the casual ease with which Luke drove, she just enjoyed the moment.
He showed her some of the historic sites and then drove out a long boulevard that got more residential before meeting up with an older road that seemed to go nowhere.
Luke was telling her about a conversation he had had with one of their friends from the chat room. Lass is a beautiful and warm person, and Libby could hear in Luke's voice the pleasure he seemed to take in knowing her.
"Should I be jealous of Lass?" She asked before she could stop herself.
"You don't have to be jealous of anybody. But I like lass and I am really glad she has such a good friend. The Man is good for her and she seems good for him. It's nice to see that sometimes these things work out."
Bitty stared at him for a moment wondering if she was reading too much into the conversation.
"Come on. I'll show you my favorite sunset place."
The sun was setting and Bitty followed Luke from the gravel parking area past a closed refreshment stand and down a short dirt road. There, across the flat, contoured fields, the land swept down to a man-made lake, with a small rocky area beyond. Standing there, the breeze stirring her hair and touching her bare arms, Bitty watched as the Sun sank down into the rocky area, with a flash of prismic light on the lake as it surrendered to the inevitable and Bitty was very aware of Luke's arm around her shoulders, his strong hand rough but gentle on her upper arm.
"Any place special you want to go?"
Bitty looked into his eyes.
"Yep. Your place."
"I was hoping you'd say that. But you gotta be sure."
"I was never more sure of anything in my life."
His arm still around her, Luke got her back in the truck.
"I figured you'd have a dog."
"I do. His name's Bo. He's back at the house. You ok with dogs?"
Bitty realized that she had not had any kind of pet in years. They played no part in the scenario of her life.
"Yes. Guess it depends on the dog."
Luke's grin made her squirm. Bitty was aware that she was on totally uncharted ground, and for the first time in as long as she could remember, she had no idea what was going to happen, or what she should do. She felt she should be uncomfortable, but with Luke, it felt as though everything they needed they had.
The house was a modest and simple one-story ranch style house. She laughed at the idea that he lived in a ranch, not on one.
Inside, she met Bo, a bassett hound who nodded his head as he sniffed her, then curled up against her.
"Well, Bo likes you. That's a start."
"So, if you like me you going to curl up on the other side?"
Again, that smile. He took her hands and pulled her to her feet, ignoring Bo's indignant glare.
Looking into her hazel eyes, Luke took her in his arms and brought her lips to his.
It started out as a warm kiss and ended with a hunger and a passion that made his blue-gray eyes glisten, and Bitty's chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Taking her soft hand in his, Luke led her into the bed-room, closing the door and turning her to face him. His eyes wandered over her body, his smile never wavering.
Bitty heard herself say, "May I undress for you, Sir?" and realized, with a start, that she had never asked anyone that question.
"I would like that, Bitty." Luke moved to the bed, sliding out of the sneakers she had thought would be boots, and laying back against the headboard.
Bitty looked at him, and let her mind go on cruise control as she let her body find its own rhythm.
The top was just three buttons and was soon lying on the floor. her heavy breasts filled the sheer lacy bra and Bitty could feel her nipples pressing against the sheer material. She moved easily, picking up the top and draping it on a chair, letting her swaying breasts draw Luke's eyes, thoroughly enjoying the hunger that she could see growing. Glancing down she saw that hunger was not the only thing growing. She slid out of the comfortable low heels, and opening the button and zipper on the side of the pants, she slid them down her legs, and draped them over the top. Her sheer, low cut panties matched the bra. Did he know she had chosen this lingerie specifically in hopes that she would be doing exactly what she was doing. Kneeling by the bed, in a kajira pose she had read about but had never really understood, until now, she lovered her eyes, and waited.
He let her kneel, there, her hands on her thighs, palm up, her breasts proudly thrust forward, arching her slender back, for along few minutes. Then, Luke got off the bed and walked behind her. Unhooking her bra, he pushed it off her shoulders. Her instinct was to pull it off, but Bitty held back. Kneeling behind her, Luke's lips touched the bony prominence of her spine where it met her neck. She shivered. His hands, strong, rough and totally Luke, roved freely over her back and sides, reaching around to cup the full breasts as the bra fell away. He pulled it off and tossed it toward the chair, smiling when he missed.
Sqeezing her nipples almost painfully, Luke asked "Are you wet?"
Her own breathy whisper sounded strange in her ears "You know I am."
Rising, Luke took of his own clothes and lay naked on the bed.
"Join me." He said.
Rising, she put her thumbs in the waist-band of the panties. She looked up and Luke shook his head, no. Leaving the panties on she lay on the bed on her side facing him. For a long moment He just lay there, seeming to be savoring her, as he had the sunset. Turning on his side, Luke stroked her breasts his finger nails scraping with a delicious casualness the sensitive skin around her nipples. His eyes devoured her but often came back to re-capture her own and the almost possessive caress was more than Bitty could stand. Luke's lips came down on her breast and enveloped the whole tip, teasing the nipple even as he suckled and his hand played with the other breast.
Bitty felt her body writhing beneath his touch. She wanted him inside of her, pounding her, fucking her. She had to wait. She was there for His pleasure. The thrill of that thought went through her and Bitty felt as though she understood something she had known all along, but never really thought about.
His hands pulled her panties down and off, and he casually tossed them toward the discarded clothes. Bitty looked down at his hard, erect cock and asked
"May I touch you, Sir?"
"Not at the moment. Just lie back and let me taste you."
Lying back on the pillow, totally naked in ways she didn't yet understand, Bitty felt flushed and chilled at the same time.
Luke's lips moved down from her breasts, across the trimmed bush of her pubes and spreading her too anxious thighs, he lay between her legs his warm breath stirring the dark hairs there. Then his lips found her clit and his tongue teased and tormented it untill she was writhing beneath him. His tongue slid through the groove of her opening, savoring and sipping the wetness she could feel there. His tongue touched the perineal area, between her cunt and her anus, teasing the tender flesh there. No one had ever done that to her.
"Please, Sir. May this one touch you?"
"Yes."
Her hands caressed his shoulders and his hard back,even as Luke continued to tease and taste her flooding cunt. Rising he moved up between her legs, she reached for the rampant rod that approached her. His hands stopped hers. Pulling her hands up over her head, He held them there in one of his, as the other squeezed her breasts, and then was pushing into her hot ready cunt.
Bitty could easily have freed her hands, but would no more do so than get up and leave.
Then his hard cock, its bulbuous head hot and ready, slowly entered the hungering shadows of her cunt. She gasped. Slowly, setting the pace, He pushed deep within her and then held himself there, his pubes against hers, his thighs against her thighs. Looking into her eyes he fucked her, now faster ,now slower, and she writhed and pushed against him wanting more and more of him inside of her. He rocked his hips easily as he stroked into her, and she loved the sensation that he was touching all of her. He stopped, looking into her eyes, his lips came down on hers again and then he thrust harder and faster into her, his fingers everywhere at once, his lips claiming her parts with a growing hunger. Bitty felt her orgasm approaching and realized that Luke must hear and feel her gasping grasping need as he fucked her and took her and then, with a long low moan he buried himself deep within her as she surrendered to the most self-shattering orgasm she could ever recall.
Did they sleep? Pass out? Bitty became aware of herself slowly. She could feel him still inside of her. Luxuriating,. she writhed against him and he chuckled, his hands gliding over her body with no other reason than because he felt like it. She loved the feel of his hands as she knew she would.
Looking at his strong, lined face, Bitty found herself thinking of a pair of jeans she hadn't worn in years. She wondered if she still had them. Next time... she stopped
"Will there be a next time, Sir?"
"We aren't done with this time, girl. But I hope there will be many next times."
Without another word, Bitty curled against him in her best imitation Bo, and thought many next times... with a warm and contented smile.
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Gazing
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Posted:Apr 24, 2010 10:06 pm
Last Updated:Apr 28, 2024 2:58 pm
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Gazing.
I watch you sleep, your breath stirs the hair on my chest.
Becoming aware of you I feel my hunger
I do not have to move the sheet to know the sweet sweep
of your breasts
I do not have to strip off your panties to smell the moist heat
of your pussy
I feel my hardness demanding, but still I wait
my mind caresses and undresses you and revels in all of your
tastes and scents and measure
My tongue writhes within my mouth hungering for all of you and
the joining of our pleasure.
Your eyes open. Instantly, you see the demanding hunger, and you
smile.. all the invitation I require, as I throw
back the sheet and draw you to me, my mouth claiming
yours as you awaken to my need and my demands,
my hands gliding over your skin drawing you closer,
and peeling away that scrap of panties that is all
that seperates our joining,
my leg forces between yours, as my hand caresses the wet hairy mound
and you writhe against me, your own demands growing
as you awaken to the need to join
and grasping my hardness you position me and I wait, making you wait, and
I thrust myself deeply within you, claiming
the cry of passion that you let loose and loving the moment.
stroking... stroking.. feeling the change of each heart beat, each
breath, as you let yourself melt into me and I into you
as my balls threaten and you whimper against me, wanting,
needing , demanding
and I draw back until your glazed eyes focus
on mine and then plunge deep and our joined
orgasm shakes the skies, the earth , the universe, as
we laugh, or cry, or shriek to a jealous cosmos,
and surrender to the being.. we are.
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Just Sara
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Posted:Apr 10, 2010 8:05 am
Last Updated:Sep 24, 2012 11:20 am
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For Sara...Just Sara..
Arriving at the Castlegar airport, the unreality of my trip kept me off guard. The people were nice, and I could tell that I was no longer in the US. Casual attire and easy strolling were the norm. The pellmell rush of Philly International was no where to be seen. A nice young man at the ticket counter explained how to take the bus into the city, and that the railroad station was along the stops. I exchanged some currency and picked up my bag. What little I saw of Castlegar, nestled on the mountain with glimpses of a fat winding river through the trees was relaxing and oddly reminiscent of some of my favorite places in Pennsylvania.
I had to wait for the next train to Nelson. I kept asking myself what I was doing. Sara had no idea I was coming. What if she was with someone? What if she was offended by my arrogance? It is weird when you feel you know someone, but realize that you want to take it to the next level and that in the quest you might lose what you have. I quelled my misgivings, and thought about her shoulders with a smile.
Getting a room at the Embassy Suites was easy. I set up my laptop and went to the room. What if she wasn't online. I didn't even want to think of it. Then she was there, in the room. It took a little while to convince her to meet me in chat for a moment. A cautious woman, used to the enticements of online Lotharios looking to make their mark.
"Hi. I wondered if you were going to Baker's street today?"
The slowness of her response was a measure of the thoughts that went through her lovely, clever head.
"You know Baker street?"
"I am about thee blocks from there, now."
"Here? In Nelson?"
"Yep."
Another long pause.
"Why?"
"You know why. I had the time. I wanted to meet you. I have always enjoyed travel and the moment seemed right."
Again the long pause. I wished I knew what words to say to reassure her.
"You are a nut."
I laughed.
"Yep. Okay. Here's the deal. You name a place on Baker street. I will be there from two to three. If you don't show, I will enjoy your lovely city, with its beautiful architecture and its echoes of the past, and then head south to San Antonio to see the Alamo."
"So I am ahead of the Alamo?"
"Fer shure."
The wait was shorter.
"There's an Ice cream place called Swirls."
"I love Ice Cream."
"I know. You told me."
I couldn't stop smiling. I didn't want to push it.
"See you then."
I logged off. I got a shower and picked out the clothes that felt right to me. Feeling like a high school nerd. Laughing at myself.Swirls was almost a mile away, but the walk was nice and the rain had stopped. Okay., so it rains a lot.
I got there at twenty of but I figured that was ok. The place was busy and I hoped they wouldn't throw me out before she got there... if she came.
Sitting there, watching the eclectic crowd. The strange and myriad accents and snatches of French, Spanish, something that sounded vaguely creole. The ice cream was very good. I was sipping my coffee, wondering why some of the best coffee I have ever had I have had in Canada, when I saw her sit down across the table. I felt my breath exhale as though I hadn't been breathing. I fought the urge to look at my watch. It didn't matter.
"Hi."
"Hi, yourself, nut."
"Told you, it was the shoulders"
"Uh-huh. The other pics had nothing to do with it?"
"Well.. you do have a lovely back and I do like lovely backs."
She laughed. It was a nice open laugh.
"Ice cream?"
She shook her head, seeing that I was almost finished mine.
"Let's walk."
Baker street was teeming with people. The usual artsy-craftsy types and the less usual back-packers, and some tourists. I tried to think of anywhere else I had been where such an assortment of people wandered with such comfort and such ...
"Disney World."
Sara laughed. She had a great laugh. Natural and ringing with joy. I had to laugh with her.
"That's what this reminds you of?"
I shrugged.
"I can see it. Maybe Epcot. People are curious but more caught up in the pleasure of just being here. No compulsion to do anything."
"Right."
I took her hand. It just seemed natural. We walked and talked about nothing at all and everything. Stopping by a small park square across the street from an eighteenth century building that looked almost new, we sat and watched the people.
"Okay." she said, taking my hand. "Let's do it."
I looked in her eyes. Small flecks of hazel on green.
In the hotel room, we just looked at each other a moment then with a laugh, we tore our clothes off like little going skinny dipping and dived on the oversized bed.
I couldn't get enough of her, my hands wished they were six more, my lips hungered and my tongue longed to be everywhere. Her shoulders got a lot of attention but they deserved it. That lovely ass got some of its own, including a little slap when she bit my chest. I knew I had to have her and soon. Then I was biting her nipple and positioning myself at the opening to her hot, wet cunt, as she wrapped her legs around me and pulled me in. I paused and just enjoyed the sensation of her wrapped around me. The warmth of her, the closeness, the force of her longing and her hunger feeding my own. I slowly stroked deep inside of her, enjoying the look of surrender that filled her eyes and the intake of her breath. The skin of her upper chest flushed with her passion, and my lips caressed her neck as my hand found her hard nipple and teased it to stoke her flames. Faster and faster we moved against each other her insistent legs pulling me deeper even as I fought to control the moment. I knew I was going to cum and my mouth covered hers as I groaned and with a squeal that might have alarmed the neighbors, Sara gave herself up to an orgasm that milked me dry.
Moments passed. I don't know how long. I found myself still in her, her lovely legs loosely draped over mine now, my lips touched her ears, her eyes, her cheek, I was discovering all of the little places that made her sigh or wriggle or smile. My hands caressed that lovely ass, and pulled her against me, not that she could get any closer.
Now that the initial need had been met, I found myself wanting to know every inch of this lovely lady.
Withdrawing with an almost painful slowness, savoring the feel of her, I kissed my way down her lovely body to that hot wet hole that still gaped with my recent intrusion. My tongue laved the spread petals of her cunt as she moved beneath me. Spreading her legs, my hands savoring the feel of her thighs, I lay between them, my tongue playing and plying that hot, damp opening, and enjoying each touch of her hand and her legs. Caressing her ass, my fingers entered her vagina, and probed and played with a sense of ownership that seemed natural and right. Sara caressed my head and face and her legs slid up to caress my ass. Slowly I felt her rising and moving with the flow of the moment and my tongue teased and tortured her clit until her hands became more demanding and her breath became more ragged and realizing that I had no intention of stopping she gave herself up to the sensations as my fingers played with her breasts and nipples and my tongue brought her closer and closer, and she cried out,
"Bastard." Laughing as she shook with another orgasm and I licked until she slowly subsided.
Moving up her body, with stops along the way to nibble a rib, the underside of a breast, the lovely shoulder, I lay beside her, my arms around her and looked into her eyes.
"I hope you aren't in any hurry."
"San Antonio can wait a while longer."
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For Sunlolly
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Posted:Mar 25, 2010 8:14 am
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Lolly liked the new store. The selection of fresh veggies and fruits was good and the prices seemed as good or better than her regular store. It was a litte further but if she only went once a week....
"Excuse me?"
Lolly shook her short hair, coming out of her reverie. The man was only an inch or two taller than her own five foot two, but he seemed to loom larger. As her mind registered his accent, she realized he was a Yank, and probably used to looming. She smiled, subtly moving back a turn.
"I'm on vacation, and I don't really have a grasp of the money. Are these grapes a good buy?"
Lolly looked at him again. A bit older. At least ten years her senior, but nice looking. Clean, neat. Probably one of those joiners. She felt her customary smile.
"That is a very good price. Actually, most of the produce prices seem in line and quite reasonable."
"Thank you. How about the meats?"
She had to laugh.
"Isn't your wiife with you?"
"Not for three years."
"Oh. I am sorry."
"I'm not. Except for the amount her lawyer gouged out of me."
Lolly laughed. Showing him some of her own purchases, she compared the prices for him and tried to give him an idea of the conversion. She realized that she was not usually so comfortable with strangers and found it interesting. He was a nice looking man, and she was a little pleased with the complete attention he seemed to pay.
He had made a few rash purchases, and she led him to the better alternatives. He laughed easily at himself, and Lolly found herself glad she had made the trip today.
"Can I buy you a coffee...or tea?"
Lolly looked up. The store actually had a small cafe. She had noticed it when she came in but had not paid much attention. She didn't usually think of eating or drinking in her supermarket. Now, it seemed a perfect concept. They parked their carts and took a seat.
He said his name was Roger, or as she might say, Rauri. She nodded. He had learned a few Gaelic phrases, but they sounded Irish to her ear. Still, it was more than many tourists do. As they talked, Lolly found herself enjoying the moment, and when they could prolong it no more without it seeming out of place, she thanked him and said she hoped they might meet again.
"Well.... if you can tell me a good place to eat lunch , perhaps you could join me....?"
Lolly laughed. She was divorced for six years and had been living alone even before that, but she was not desperate. So, why did part of her want so badly to give in to his suggestion? He wasn't even long-term, just a vacationer.
"There is a nice Pub on Flagston. Two blocks over. They serve a very reasonable lunch."
"Will you make me eat alone?"
That was exactly the right question. How many times had she eaten alone, wishing that someone were meeting her?
Glancing at her watch, Lolly said, "I will meet you there in an hour. Give me time to put my food away."
"Thank you. I will be there."
Lolly had changed into a casual but more flattering skirt and loose top. She knew that she was not the svelte girl of nineteen she probably never had been, but she felt a little bad about her hips, and her thighs, and maybe she could get a little more exercise. 'Down, girl. Tis just a lunch." Lolly laughed at her anxiety. He probably had changed his mind.
But he hadn't. He was sitting at the bar and watching the door. She was oddly pleased that he didn't feign indifference. He stood as she approached and his admiring inspection and welcoming smile touched her more than she wanted to admit.
"Shall we get a table?"
Lolly nodded and let him lead her to a corner booth. Like many pubs, this one had the private rooms that could be screened off, and she was glad he hadn't gotten one. A bit too presumptious and off-putting. Perhaps he didn't know about them.
"They asked if we wanted one of the private areas, but I didn't want to scare you off."
"Maybe that was just what I wanted. " She heard herself reply.
"They're always open." He winked. Lolly felt herself blushing.
They ordered halves, and soup and sandwhiches. He let her do the ordering. By the time they were on their second half-pints, they had unconsciously moved closer to each other and were frequently touching or smiling. Lolly wondered if he had planned all this. She almost hoped he did. Being chased was a lot more fun than being chaste.
He was going to be here for a month. He was testing the waters for his imminent retirement. money wasn't a problem. Not quite rich, but comfortable, he didn't have to work, but didn't know what else he would do. Lolly worked four days a week at the bookstore and an occassional fill-in at the bakery. She had to work, but she had made a comfortable life for herself.
As they finished their meal. He took her hand.
"If you're not busy today, could you be my tour-guide? I have had too much fun with you to just let you dissappear."
Lollly looked into his strong face with his deep blue eyes. Perhaps it was the pints.
"Okay. We'll take it a step at a time." Lolly realized how that sounded. She laughed. So did he.
They did the usual touristy things, and she enjoyed seeing her home through his eyes. Even the most mundane farm was interesting to him. He laughed at his own tendency to want to 'improve' everything. He seemed to like to find reasons to touch her and to let his hand rest on her waist or her arm. Nothing too pushy, just a kind of prorietary right that she found herself enjoying immensely.
The change came when they stood watching the soccer match. He understood the game better than most yanks she had met, not that she'd met that many. His excitement and his enthusiasm, made her feel young.
"They're good but no match for the blue."
"Oh, you are soo wrong.. your Blues are flagging already."
"You wish."
"Wanna bet?"
"You're on."
" A kiss. A real one."
" Okay for you, but what do I get when we win?"
"Not that you will but I'll buy one of your scarves and wear it the rest of the day."
Laughing, Lolly stuck out her hand. Solemnly, he shook it.
Later, as he bought the scarf and she wrapped it around his neck, he collected even though he'd lost. Leaning forward, he took her in his arms and slowly, his eyes never leaving her own hazel eyes, he leaned into her and kissed her with a deep and passionate intensity. Lolly lost herself in the feel of the moment and the day, and let her own lips open to his probing tongue. Pulling her against him, with surprising strength and the same enthusiasm he had showed for the game, he made her head spin. Pulling back she looked up into his sparkling blue eyes, and realized that she had made no move to seperate herself from him and his hands on her hips slid down to cup her ample bottom and he lowered his face to hers. She knew that they had had no more to drink and that she really had no excuse, but she also knew that she needed none.
Burying his face in her neck, his hands enjoying her bottom as his lips teased the tender skin below her ear and Lolly knew that he was giving her the chance to stop things from going any further, but she also knew that she was curious as to how far he was going to go. The bleachers were emptying, but they were hardly alone, and the
people passing by seemed amused by their lustful embrace. Lolly felt his hand move up her back and slowly around to cup her breast. He took her lips his teeth softly nibbling at her lower lip, as his finger found her expanding nipple and pinched it. Lolly heard the little gasp escape her lips. Roger's other hand was caressing her body with an attention that few had shown for longer than she cared to remember. Her few lovers had developed a familiar trend that she had come to accept without even realizing it.
Looking into her hazel eyes, he spoke, his voice burred with the passion that she knew held them both.
"Your eyes are more golden now.I like it. Do they get like that when you make love?"
"I don't know. Why don't you tell me."
"My pleasure."
He turned her away from the view of passersby and his hand raised the loose top so his lips could push down the cups of her plain cotton bra. He seemed more interested in the contents than the wrappings. A strange mix of heat and cold made her shiver. Or perhaps it was his lips. Then she felt his hand raising her skirt. This was insane.
Lolly had never made love in a public place. But even as she tried to find the words to demur, Roger was caressing her damp pussy through the simple panties she wore and moaning into her breast as he moved the damp cloth aside to allow his fingers to find their way through the sparse red hair to the wet slip that totally gave away any protest that she might make. She felt his finger easily find her swollen and plump little clitty and even as he played with it making her hotter and hotter, Lolly realized that she had totally surrendered control to him. His lips moved up to her ear, kissing and licking;
"I want to suck that little clitty and watch you writhe beneath me as I bring you to the edge."
His voice and the passionate words, made Lolly tremble, then she felt his hands between them and realized that he had freed his cock. Without volition or concious intent, she reached down and stroked the hot hard length of his cock.
The passion and the obvious intensity of his lust made her feel so incredibly sexy. She felt that she was the most desirable woman in the stadium and the feeling made her giddy and excited. Then she felt herself fitting him to the opening of her panties and he stretched the leg hole further, probably ruining them forever for all she cared, and when she felt him pressing into her slit she pushed against him as he kissed her and with a roll of his hips he entered her. Lolly gasped and tried to look over his shoulder to see if they were being watched, but the deep slow stroking of his cock and the passionate exploration of his fingers and tongue, soon made her forget everything but the hunger that welled between them. Then, burying her face in his new scarf, Lolly let out a strangled cry as she surrendered to the almost overwhelming orgasm that seemed to shake her to her knees. She was pleased and proud at the strangled cry that escaped his lips as he buried his cock deep and she felt his cum flowing into her and she couldn't have cared less if the whole city was watching. She almost wished they were.
Slowly their breathing calmed. With a last lingering kiss he covered her breasts and slowly withdrew from her wet sensitive pussy. By the time he leaned back, she was modestly covered and he was trying to zipper his slacks with one hand. She winked as she helped him.
Almost terrified, Lolly looked out, and the few looks that came their way were more envious than angry. One young girl winked, making Lolly feel incredibly young and desirable again.
"I still say the Blues stole the game with that bad call."
Lolly couldn't stop laughing even as she tied the scarf about his neck and the set off arm in arm. She had no idea where it would all end or when of even if, but she would not give back a moment of this day for anything.
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Making Myo's Acquaintance
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Posted:Nov 10, 2009 9:27 am
Last Updated:Mar 29, 2010 11:01 am
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Myo felt like an idiot. She was cold, and shaking like the proverbial leaf. This was nuts. She had taken the usual precautions; meeting in a public place; the girl-friend on speed dial and scheduled to call her at pre-arranged times; the carefully typed itinerary she had left on her computer, and e-mailed to her friend. It wasn't the first time she had agreed to meet someone from the chat room, tho never from four states away. She paced the motel room she had gotten with mixed emotions. For her, it was a bolt-hole, to get away to if things went south. But she was aware of it as a temptation. If He seemed charming and presentable. How long had it been since she had had leisurely sex with an acceptable male? Too long. Myo laughed to herself. Never go shopping when you're hungry. Leads to impulse buying. She wished she weren't so hungry. She looked at the full-length reflection on the closet door.
The color of her light brown hair, with its reddish highlights looked even and natural. It was almost the same as her old color, just a little more impish, perhaps. She thought she should really lose those extra few pounds...never mind how many... but they just never seemed to come off. Her breasts looked good. As long as she wore a good bra. She laughed. The underwear she had chosen to wear today told a lot about her mood. The flared tan skirt was just right for the casual look she wanted and showed off her legs well. The sweater was just tight enough without clinging where it shouldn't. In all, she thought she looked pretty good.
She looked at her watch for the seventh time. Not good to be too early or too late, but right on time seemed too contrived. She opted for three minutes early. Walking across the lot, and crossing the street she entered the rest stop they had agreed on. She had only a vague idea of what Rory looked like: sixty-one, balding, blue eyes, average build, sounded like half the men on the road today. He was going to be wearing a dark blue baseball cap with Ireland in colorful script above the visor. Sounded unique enough.
She saw him right away, mostly from the grin on his face as he saw her walk through the door. He had no idea what she looked like, but the guy in the hat was sitting at a table and watching her with anticipation that made her hope he was the one.
"Rory?"
"Myo."
She started to put out her hand, but he stood and kissed her cheek with total confidence. She cocked her head and studied him for a moment. She realized that she was a few inches taller than he, but that didn't seem to bother him a bit. She sat down.
"Wow." He said, quietly. She tried not to blush, but it was as unexpected as it was welcome.
"Thank you, sir."
They chatted about the traffic and the weather, but the unsaid was so much more interesting. His eyes devoured her like a hungry lion. His hands touched her arm or her hand whenever they could without being crude. Myo found she rather enjoyed it and kept leaving her hand or her arm where he could easily brush against her. She told him of her life and he spook without bitterness of the wife who cared little what he did.
Myo noticed that he had taken possession of her hand, and was rubbing the base of her thumb with his thumb. She was amazed at how intimate it felt, especially with his eyes taking such obvious joy in her breasts and her face.
Myo realized that she didn't give a shit what else he had to say.
"Did you get a room?"
"Of course." He answered without explanation.
"Shall we?" Myo felt bold and brazen and she loved it. She wanted to be alone with this man.
"Check!" He called.
Outside, he indicated the same motel where she had gotten a room. It was near. Myo smiled and when he opened the door of his unassuming sedan, she slid easily into the seat, taking her time adjusting the skirt while he appreciated her legs. His room was on the opposite wing from hers. Recalling the layout, Myo knew that if things got out of hand, she could enter the lobby as though going for a cab, and exit by the pool and get to her room, without being seen. It made her feel a little bolder. He cell phone rang.
Rory smiled at her, then waited while she went throught the pre-arranged signal for Bonnie to let her know that she was all right and that things were progressing. For a moment she was tempted to give her the 'all clear' signal so she wouldn't bother calling again, but she kept her head.
As Rory opened the door Myo noticed that he was carrying a small white box. Naturally curiuos, she was more so today. She stared pointedly at the box. He grinned and set it on the table. Opening it, he spread the carton open revealing a small but beautifully decorated birthday cake. She laughed. The supposed reason for their meeting was the fact that she was six weeks younger than he. With a plastic knife, he cut the cake in quarters. He even pulled a small bottle of milk from the ice fillled sink. Myo smiled. It was silly but it was nice. Sitting at the table she took a piece of the cake. He poured them each some milk, and sat next to her. The cake was unbelievably good. "Great cake."
"Thank you."
"You didn't?"
"Make it? Yep.This morning. Barely had time to let it cool and ice it."
She wasn't sure if he was serious.
"And the carton?"
"Bought that.. had some cookies in it. Want some?"
She studied him. Why would he lie about this? The cake was good. He stopped and reached over and wiped a small amount of icing from her lip, then he put it on his tongue with such obvious pleasure that the feeling was almost too intimate. Putting down his own cake, he moved closer to her, and began caressing her face, the line of her jaw, the curve of her lip.
A dozen flip answers flitted through her brain but she realized she didn't want to break his mood. Putting down the cake, she wiped her fingers on a napkin and turned into his arms. His lips found hers with a casual speed that suggested he had been only waiting for her to offer. Their kiss was soft at first, but quickly became more demanding and more intense. Myo found that she liked the way he kissed. He didn't open his mouth and begin slobbering all over her, he just let his lips savor the feel of hers; she felt the thrust of his tongue but even this was a gentle probing, that made her think of other welcome probings. Myo felt the heat rise from her center and the pleased moan that escaped her lips almost embarrassed her until he said, "You can say that again."
Looking into his eyes, with an odd mixture of mischief and patience, Myo stood and moving to the bed, she stripped to her panties and bra. A matching set with high cut lace bikinis and uplift sheer bra. He just watched with the same look of hunger that had warmed her. earlier. Lying on the bed, feeling incredibly lovely and sexy, Myo patted the spread next to her. Rising, Rory slowly undressed. Wearing no underwear, he was quickly naked. Myo was pleased with his body. His abdomen wasn't a flat washboard, or six-pack, just a normal well-toned male. His legs were slender but well formed. He obviously kept active. His chest was fairly covered with grey hair, with a patch across his stomach that led down to the darker hair at his groin. His mostly hard cock stuck out as though reaching for her. He waited, as she studied his body.
Myo let out a soft wolf-whistle, and Rory acted offended. Then he crossed to the bed and with a mock-roar, lept upon the bed making her bounce. She laughed.
Then his fingers were caressing her and his lips followed his fingers, touching, tasting, sensing, caressing. His teeth pulled the straps down on her bra, as his hands freed the breasts from their silken encasement. Her nipples rose to his fingers and his lips.
Myo was thrilled that he seemed in no hurry. His lips savored the pebbled flesh of her areolae, and his tongue teased the tip of her nipple as his teeth nibbled the soft flesh. Then his lips were along the side of her breast, nudging the bra away as he nibbled at the sensitive flesh that almost tickled but in such an incredibly sensual way, then his finger was pinching the other nipple and the contrast made her body stiffen. Myo felt his hands slide under her to release the catch of the bra and cast it aside.
Her own hands began their own voyage of discovery, and Rory moved his body to make it easy for her to caress his broad shoulders, his toned chest, even as his lips continued to tease her neck and her ear and the flesh of her upper arm.
The ring of her phone was a dash of cold water. They both laughed out loud. Myo got up and ran to her purse and opened her phone. Myo looked at Rory on the bed. He was slowly stroking himself as he watched her standing there. Opening her mouth and wiggling her tongue, she smiled and reassured Bonnie that all was very well. This time she had no problem giving the all clear. Turning off the phone, Myo returned it to her purse. She realized that she had no qualms about standing there naked in front of this strange lovely man. Walking with a casual saunter back to the bed she imitated his growl and leapt onto the bed. He caught her and they wrestled playfully, until he had turned her onto her back and had her arms spread out above her head.
"Now you are mine."
"Yes." She answered. His lips descended to hers and the kiss was as intent as it was pleasurable.
Kneeling between her legs, Rory drew the panties down and off, raising her legs and caressing them as he drew the cloth away. His hands continued to caress her legs as he lay down between her legs, his lips moving to the flesh of her inner thighs. His tongue probed slowly through her slit, easily finding and circling her prominent clit. She had always thought it too small and flat to be bothered with but under his tongue it seemed to take on a whole new life. Soon she was so wet she worried about the bed, and then she forgot the bed as the first orgasm shook her with its intensity.
Rory barely allowed her to catch her breath before taking her back up into the stratosphere. Myo was aware of the noises she was making and the words of encouragement he was making, and she had never felt so delightfully free to just enjoy the moment.
Myo loved caressing his head with its short hair, and baldness. She felt as though she had the right to do whatever she wished. Her fingernails dug lightly into the flesh of his shoulders and he groaned into her hot wet cunt, and the feeling of power that went through her was almost orgasmic in itself.
Feeling his hardness along her thigh, Myo realized that more than anything she wanted him inside her. Pulling at his ears, she drew him up;
"Fuck me! Now!" she said.
Rising to the occassion, Rory put the head of his cock at the entrance to her quim, and suspending himself on his arms, looking into her eyes, he drove himself deep within her. Myo cried out, and then her hips were writhing on the bed and he was fucking her with a hunger and need that echoed her own.
"I am going to cum."
Myo bit into his shoulder as she felt her own orgasm taking her and the hot powerful flush of his own.
Slowly, she seemed to recover herself still feeling him inside of her. She felt lovely and warm and totally fucked. She giggled at the thought. He nibbled at her neck. His hands caressed her with a casual familiarity that felt so right. Myo wrapped her legs around him to hold him in place. He seemed to relax into her embrace and she felt good.
Lying beside her, Rory's hands caressed and roamed over her body, touching noting what made her squirm or smile or giggle. Turning her onto her stomach, Rory continued to caress her body with his fingers and his lips. Surrendering herself to his ministrations, Myo found herself falling into a delightful lassitude. He stretched her arms out and spread her legs, his fingers and tongue touching places no one had ever touched. Myo was surprised how relaxed and fulfilled she felt. When she felt the leather cuff on her right arm, she barely registered it, until the left was restrained, then she felt the straps around her ankles, and then her legs and arms were spread even further and she was balanced between intrigue and anticipation.
"Trust me." He whispered as he rose from the bed.
The knock on the door almost made her scream. Then she heard whispers behind her. Then silence. Myo tried to look over her shoulder but the person standing at the foot of the bed was careful not to be seen.
"Rory?"
No answer.
"You have made a mess of the bed." The voice though soft, was unmistakably female. Then the girl moved up toward the end of the bed. Her 'maid' costume was so sheer and skimpy that it was barely a suggestion.
"Look at you. Such a wanton woman."
Then her fingers were caressing Myo's ass, and along her hip and down her leg.
"MMM." she purred. Myo was still trying to see if Rory was still in the room. Where had he gone? What was happening? Had she given the all clear too soon?
Then the girls lips were on hers as her head was held by the hair and the girl enjoyed her lips. As Myo tried to pull away, the girl reached down and slapped her naked ass.
Myo jumped.
"You are mine, now. And I intend to enjoy you immensely. It will be much easier for you if you cooperate. But I will be obeyed."
Myo felt a shiver of fear/excitement/anticipation go through her. Her mouth was so dry. Then, as though to demonstrate, the hands began slapping her ass, with a casual but stinging cadence that took her breath away. Myo felt the tears streaming down her face, and the helplessness of her situation. She felt as though she couldn't catch her breath. The maid stripped off the pieces of cloth to reveal a beautiful body that Myo couldn't help but admire. The girl seemed to sense the thrill of pleasure that passed through her captive. Gripping Myo's hair again, the girl again took possession of her lips. The sensation of the lipstick on the full sensuous lips that ground so enticingly into hers was stirring Myo as she had never been stirred before. The girl eased back.
"Very nice. I am sure you can do lovely things with those lips and that tongue."
Moving to the foot of the bed, the girl eased but did not realease the ties. Then moving to Myo's left hand she lengthened the rope that secured her arm and that seemed to give enough slack for her other arm. Clearly they were tied together under the bed.
Naked, the woman slid under the still restrained Myo and lay back under her, drawing the woman's head down onto her breasts.
"Please me" she said softly.
Myo had played with girl friends years ago in college, but they had always been a little tipsy. She knew she was stone sober. Looking into the warm brown eyes that gazed down at her, Myo opened her lips and let her tongue snake across the tip of the tight breast that lay beneath her cheek. She felt the woman's nails caressing her back and her side as she sighed into her ears, as Myo's lips caressed the breast that seemed to fill her world. Myo found that she wished her hands were free to roam this warm naked woman who writhed beneath her. Able to use only her mouth and tongue, Myo's awareness became so focused that she was totally unaware of the world around her. The woman's soft purrs and endearments were like strong drink. Myo could feel her own wetness and as the woman ground her thigh between Myo's thighs, Myo felt the hot wetness of the girl's cunt rubbing against her leg.
Placing her hands on Myo's shoulders the girl eased herself up and away from the lips that whimpered with their loss, and then pressed her head down between the young shapely thighs, and without a conscious thought, Myo plunged into the hot cunt that drew her. Her arms were stretched above her and her legs were spread and she was almost squatting as she lapped at the hot, sweet cunt that flowed beneath her laving tongue.
Myo became aware, almost dimly of the hands on her hips as Rory slid up behind her and positioned his hard cock at the stretched labia of her cunt. With a cry into the hot spasming cunt under her tongue, Myo felt him enter her and holding her hips plunge deeply and rhythmically into her even as she probed the hot cunt before her and suddenly all three cried out as their orgasms seemed to flow into and through each other...
Myo didn't think she had lost consciousness, but the cuffs that had held her wrist were gone and she lay on her back unrestrained as Rory held her and whispered,
"Happy Birthday."
She laughed and kissed him deeply. The girl was gone. Almost as though it had been a dream. They took a slow fondling shower together and Myo dressed.. as she walked to the door, she looked at the cake...
"Did you really make it yourself?"
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Songs from the Life
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Posted:Nov 3, 2009 8:33 am
Last Updated:Jun 15, 2010 8:44 am
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Branding
We sip our drinks,
a drop of juice
settles at the corner
of your lip.
You know it
I know it
You know I know it.
Our eyes touch, and
slowly, I lean closer,
my hot tongue reaches
with infinite care to
trace the soft curve of
your lip, to taste
the juice….. to draw
the warm liquid within
and savor it ……
I nibble your lip,
my finger finds
the pebble of your nipple
and rolls it with just
a touch of pain,
I feel your body strain
to get closer,
or away, you cannot say
you know my rules,
your eyes remain closed as
I draw off your robe…
is there a part of you
I do not long to taste…
I will leave you
remembering my tongue
in places where no man
has dared, and when
you touch yourself,
as I know and you know
you will, you will
feel my touch,
my tongue
my will.....
R
I love the way your breath will catch
when rising from Morphean arms
to sense my gaze upon naked charms
knowing how much I love to watch;
Feigning sleep, your fingers slowly glide
across nipples stiffening to the nails
across the pink areolae, the finger trails.
and I smile to watch those sweet fingers slide;
across sleep warm skin, over naked mound
and through the pouting, moistening open lips
questing, thrusting, hungering finger tips...
and I rise, now fully risen, and without a sound.
Between those thighs my knees descend
harshly my mouth takes command of your breast
as my fingers follow on their own sweet quest,
and my body declares your game at an end.
As I spread your legs with a casual ease
my knob enters to probe and prepare the way
then, deeply thrust to say, here I stay
and shining eyes proclaim, 'take me as you please.'
I Smile
The spun silk of my blouse
glides across my back
each stripe of your cane
a fiery track
and I smile,
even as I shift
in my chair to ease
the burning there
and You know
I treasure
each line a source
of pleasure and
a passion I have never known
in that life before,
when I was but one,
alone.....
Good friends take note
of what they call
my secret smile
that comes and goes
or lingers, yet, a while
as work and worries
seem to simply fade
in the glow of the joy
Your love has made.
They do not understand
that warm, embracing calm
As strong hands caress
the burning with the balm
of Your love and my surrender
to those moments
fierce and tender
that radiantly render
U/us to O/our world apart,
and joy/love fills O/our heart.
It is Done
She smiled
the music
was old when I was young
tho the singer was younger than I
I felt
her awareness
apart in our own world
we were royalty
as royalty might have been.
We finished
our drinks
the wine sang with joy in our blood
On the ride to her place
she drew my hand beneath
her skirt to feel the wetness
I traced
the dampness of my fingers
across my lips.
At her place
she lit the candles
while I showered,
then I set the stage
while she made herself ready
slowly,
I bound her hands
and her lovely feet, I
paused at each step
to capture the moment
the blindfold was the worst,
she would often say,
I kissed her eyelids
then put them away..
the razor sharp blade, cold and bright
touched now her hip, or her breast
now her cheek ... not the face ..
and her whimper soft and muffled
by the gag
became the sound of my universe
and the warm skin under the cold edge
was all the world I knew.
the minutes passed,
time became lost in itself
softly my lips touched
upon a weal, a pearl of red blood
then the trail of a blood red tear drop
from her soft white breast
travelled in silence
and all that we had been
was done,
and in that drop
of blood our love
was born.
T H E V I S I T
Time is suspended,
as I watch you sleep,
the subtle rise of
sleep warm breasts
shifting the shadows
of your satin gown.
I can almost taste your scent
on the still night air
I breathe and I
smile....
Moving closer, I lay
the long-stemmed rose
across the enticing rise
of your moon-kissed breasts
how closely the petals
match the dusky rose of your gown.
You stir, and
the thorn catches
on your skin
deeply, you breathe
in and a small,
bright crimson droplet
wells upon your breast.
My tongue aches to press
that scarlet dew.....
but I wait.
I know that your are aware of me..
I marvel that you can sleep at all
for the thundering of my heart....
your soft lips part....
Your head tilts back
offering that soft
fragile throat,
I stroke the skin
with the petals of your
flower,
as I see the tip
of your sweet tongue
touch upon
lips gone dry...
If you awaken, it ends....
consumed by the night
a moment too right to be
My hand moves
the flower touches
the still moist droplet, and
I take a part of you away.....
T H E L A D Y ‘ S D E S I R E
Three hours until You are here.
I shiver to feel the seconds run
through my veins, joy races with fear,
for that which cannot now be undone.
My mind reels from the realization
I flush with the daring of my deed
torn between pride and self-loathing
bolstered by the truth of my need.
Slowly, gently with consummate skill
this willing lamb was led to altar
Your patience making each choice easy
as this one freely donned the halter
and surrendering freedom, freely,
this one learned to follow Your will
finding joy in the moment of surrender
that no arrogant choice could fulfill.
You have made me a vessel of your being
and in reflecting you I find release,
in anticipating your need, your hunger,
I find the source of my own peace.
Then you introduced me to the cat.
that soft and well-worn touch of leather
the kiss that burns and arouses,
or traces with the breath of a feather.
Patiently You taught me to love the lash
to welcome its secret delight
the warm sweet burn that holds me
when you are away in the night.
In Your absence I have only to glance
at the drawer in the bedside stand
where your cat rests warm and alive,
and I feel the strength of your hand.
I am never alone, when the smell
of the leather , oiled from my skin
lies on the pillow beside me , and
I shudder at the depth of my sin.
The smallest of imperfection
a strand of your precious toy,
possesses my mind and my soul
and gives me a secret joy.
You are gone from me more often,
though I know that is no excuse,
but the moments are pain past enduring;
loneliness singular abuse.
Then , with fevered fingers burning
I sever that short brown strand,
and it lies like a flower dying in
the trembling palm of my hand.
I clench it in my fist tightly
my fingers bite into my hand
eyes closed I savor the scent
of that singular passionate strand
Might this very small piece of leather
be one and the very same
that left that small scar so high
on my thigh that carries Your secret name?
How often has this feathery finger
my most private places caressed
that lies so warm in my fingers
now to my lips is pressed…
Then trembling with anticipation
I grasp a lock of my hair
that has given You such pleasure
and tie this dark ribbon there,
It’s blessed scent and substance
now a solemn part of me
and a silent form of confession,
that I know Your eyes must see.
I don my softest silken robe
perfumed as you wish me to be
and kneel in wait by the door
for your smile to set me free.
Time has no meaning in this moment,
it is a burden too onerous to bear.
I allow myself to become just she
who is waiting there.
Eyes downcast , form un moving,
I hear Your key in the door.
with a slowness that defines all
being, your shadow crosses the floor.
I feel your gaze upon me
as palpable as any caress
as intimate as all timeless lovers
beyond the need to undress.
Then your fingers reach out.
You touch the lock of hair.
I know that You know the
binding you see there.
Time stands beyond stillness, even
beyond the scope of breath
with a tension that steals my life away
I surrender to the hold of this death.
Then almost gently, you untie that strand,
I feel the hair fall on my cheek
I cannot look into your eyes
I cannot bring my lips to speak.
There is a silence that is not broken
by the gentle sadness of your sigh,
but weighs on in a pain of longing
as I feel tears burning my eyes.
Bile burns in my gullet, my heart
bursts in my chest,
pain in a longing now denied
is a horrible weight on my breast.
As I hear your voice in my heart
words you do not speak aloud
Did I think this would give You pleasure?
Did I think this would make You proud?
And I realize , too late, in the waking,
that in my selfish foolish need
I had committed a terrible and totally
self serving deed.
I feel you walk away.
You have no need to say.
Tears quietly streaming,
I go to my room, alone.
I had no right,
so had lost all right,
to touch what was
Yours, alone…….
Rory…………………………
MAN MENSES MENSA
I wake to the cool, fresh touch
of an early May Morning breeze
The warmth of you behind me
the coolness on my face , I smile.
Then, subtle, and soft , a sensation
more subconscious, so to speak,
banishes sleep from my mind.
I turn in bed, raising the sheet,
your white cotton panties
make me smile.
Breathing, deeply
the warm musky scent of you,
I surrender myself
wholly to the moment,
consumed by the sensations
and the promise.
My finger reaches out,
my finger nail, lightly
scrapes the pebbled surface
of your aureole, I smile to
see the nipple rise
to the occasion.
Capturing the nipple in my teeth,
I bite softly but firmly,
as my fingers trace that
soft tender place
by the side of your ribs
and I feel you move
and I hear you sigh,
“You … bastard..”,
but the smile in your voice
and the settling of your hips
offers sweet surrender.
I slide the panties off your lovely legs,
losing them forever in the sheets.
Our lips touch then attack
each other with rising passion
our tongues caught up
in a timeless dance.
My hand caresses your ass,
as my lips touch your eyes,
your neck, the hollow
of your shoulder,
your hands caress my
back wanting
to hold me, and to push me,
lost in your own
indecision…..
Sliding between your warm soft thighs
savoring the moment ….
my tongue reaches out to part
the layers of that flower,
the blood of your flow,
a taste, a smell, a presence
that alters all and becomes
the altar of all being.
You cry out as your nails
bite into my neck, deeply.
Driving me, compelling me,
Your thighs quiver with your need
as my thirst is slowly slaked
and I rise to kiss your lips,
your blood, your juices,
your essence on my lips
as I thrust deep within
that menstrual maelstrom
and feel your teeth
biting into my neck
and I thrust and drive
as though I would enter
your forever….
Later,
lying still
the skin of my manhood
sticking in the drying
to the warmth of
your thighs,
I am lost in your eyes,
as you sofly whisper,
why?
It is a moment
like no other
belonging only
to itself.
You will not tell others.
Who would understand?
You lick the droplets
of blood that ooze
from your teeth marks,
and I feel myself
rising….. as you
feel my self rising,
and you smile……..
Rory…..
N I C E P A P E R W E I G H T
Upon my desk,
sealed, forever,
in a lucite moment
a single deep red rose,
just past it pinnacle point,
when maturity has
softened and curled
the red petalsin
a smile of
sweet reminiscence.
And , along the stem ,
the longest,
sharpest thorn
bears proudly
that secret shadow
where you drew it
to your breast, and
with a smile like no other
drew forth
that scarlet pearl, that
drew my lips
and sealed
our kiss,
forever…..
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Meeting A Little One
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Posted:Sep 20, 2009 11:22 am
Last Updated:Apr 28, 2024 2:58 pm
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It was another in an endless string of days. Essie felt the dryness of unshed tears and the echo of unsaid words as she folded the laundry and thought of the lunches for the morning. Then, almost unbidden, she thought of him.
He wasn’t anything special. Average looks, probably ten years older than her, decent body, balding. But those eyes and that smile. Essie almost giggled, then felt her face flush. It had been a chance encounter, and nothing happened. Well… not really… but so close, so close.
Connie had taken the girls to the ’s zoo. They often traded, just to give each other a chance to sit and be alone for a short while. A guilty pleasure, but harmless. Until today.
Essie had been feeling the years of a marriage that was more habit than real, and a life that was all demand, and no joy. She tried to concentrate on the trashy novel in her hands, but the ridiculous image of her with some seven foot tall muscle-man, with long streaming blond hair, was just too laughable to sustain her. She felt the warmth of the tears that she tried not to shed.
Then, through tear-dimmed eyes, Essie saw the ice-cream cone. Fudge swirl. A favorite. She looked up. The stranger smiled, his warm blue eyes holding her in a look that was so encompassing she caught her breath. His smile was so open and understanding, and he said not a word. She watched her fingers take the cone and she felt the cold sweet treat on her tongue, as he winked.
Sitting beside her he waited with a patience that made her feel they had all the time in the world. And there was nowhere else he wanted to be, than sitting in the zoo with her. This was the stuff of her fantasies come to life. On some level she felt it was crazy, but for this moment she had no desire to stop. The ice cream tasted so good, and the nearness of him, just being with her…. Seeming to know her thoughts, he reached over and drew her against his chest, his arm enfolding her and making her feel protected. How could he know?
Essie finished the ice cream and licked her fingers. He handed her a napkin, and helped clean her lips. She thought he would kiss her, the way, his fingers lingered on her lips, and his warm eyes devoured her. She knew she would not stop him. He rose, pulling her to her feet. His arm around her possessively, he led her along the path. The old zoo had never seemed so charming or beautiful. He pointed to the eagle, fanning his great wings, the playful polar bears. She felt as though she had never been here before.
Finally, in a small alcove near the bird house, he turned to her and lightly kissed her, and held her in his arms. She could feel his body all along hers. She felt his warmth and his strength, and , yes, she felt his hardness, but it was just there. And Essie felt her own body, melting into his, becoming one with his body, and she felt so fulfilled and whole. She felt her nipples harden and she hoped he could feel them through the clothes that only seemed to enflame the situation.
His hands slid down to cup her bottom and he lightly slapped her fanny. She shivered. She longed to be held and to hold. She longed to surrender to him. She knew that he found joy in her and in being here with her. How long had it been since she had felt this way? She pushed the thought away. She wanted only to feel his arms about her and his breath teasing her ear, and his hands holding her ass and making her keep contact with his hardness. She heard his husky whisper,
“My little girl. Sweet one. I have watched you and wanted you for so long.”
She felt the flush of pleasure go through her body. She felt the hair of his chest through the open neckline of his shirt, tickling her neck, and she loved it. She wanted to just stay like this forever.
Kissing her forehead, his eyes traveled down her body. She wished she had taken that pilates class. She wanted to be perfect for him.
“You are perfect.” He answered her unspoken fears. Hugging her close, he took her back to the bench where they had met. His fingers seemed reluctant to release her, Tracing across her shoulders, grazing her breasts, touching her lips and her eyes. He gave her a small souvenir monkey and smiled at the joy she took in it.
“Soon.”
He whispered, and walked away. Essie would have thought it was all a bizarre dream, except she could still feel his hands on her fanny and the monkey in her hand was real. She just had time to put it in her purse when Connie and the girls came back, laughing and fighting over who fed the most goats. Somehow, it all seemed sweet and funny. She hugged the girls and her friend.
Later, as they were putting the girls in the car, Connie asked,
“What did you do while we were gone?”
“Just read my book, why?”
“You are fricking glowing. I would have sworn you found time for a quickie.”
Essie laughed but felt the hot flush through her body, and realized just how erotically charged her moment had been. His hands had taken her as they wished. She suddenly realized that had he wanted to he could have taken her right there in that alcove and she would have joined in with pleasure.
“Essie! You are blushing. That must be one hot book, girl.?”
Breathing slowly, trying to compose herself, but half-wanting to confess to her friend, Essie laughed and said : “It must have been the fudge swirl ice cream.”
She saw Connie shake her head and she smiled.
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Her Awakening
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Posted:Sep 9, 2009 6:06 am
Last Updated:Sep 12, 2009 9:21 pm
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No more wondering. She had worked it all out. This was a part of herself she had a right to know. The silence of the house was like a blank palette upon which the colors of her passion might be blended. Dirty Girl took a deep breath and slipped off her clothes. That was the first step He had demanded. No bra lines, no panty creases. She would stretch and bend, naked and unfettered. Then the slow soak in the scented bath with the tapes He had sent. She smiled as the thought of subliminal messages in the tapes occurred to her, but she knew He did not need such tricks.
She had thought the lighting thing was a bit over the top, but as she pulled the heavy drapes she had made for the occasion, the soft twilight in which the room was suddenly bathed seemed right somehow. She lit the candles, wondering where He had found such a lovely shade of green taper.
Naked, scented lightly, feeling so totally removed from the life she knew, DG lay down on the high count linen sheet. Feeling somewhere between deliciously decadent and supremely silly, she closed her eyes.
“Hello, my love. You have done well.”
His deep voice softly caressed her ears. She loved the layers of perception in even the simplest phrase. She felt His joy and His pride in her. She felt His well-controlled but never hidden hunger and felt her own hunger rising.
As her lips opened to speak his finger touched them softly. She subsided. He was her control. She had to do nothing. Slowly, his fingers trailed across her jaw, to caress her neck, and touch her ears. She kept her eyes closed because that is how He willed it. The touch of his fingers, even when it was merely the tip of a nail or the ball of a thumb seemed somehow to be the most intimate of possession. Words like succubus came to her mind but she knew this was another form of self-possession. He had warned her that to truly surrender she must stop trying to analyze, or understand. Acceptance was all.
‘So lovely. Just as I imagined. “
His hands cupped her breasts, weighing , assessing, capturing her nipples between thumb and forefinger to roll them gently at first, then not so gently, as her body wakened to the moment and the slow dawning of the moments to come. DG felt her full figure tremble on the bed. His hands paused in their journey of discovery.
Tracing up her arms to her wrists, he looped the waiting silken scarves over first one, then the other, slowly tightening the knot. She did not even pull against the binding; she knew how they would feel. How many times in her dreams had she felt them?
His hands slid along her ribs, in a touch that should have almost tickled but somehow seemed to set her aglow. Spreading her legs as far as they could go, He bound them with the tie that passed under the bed so that she pulled against herself . He had explained that to her and she wanted to try it, but she let herself lie still. She thought she could feel His smile.
In her mind’s eye, DG could see herself arrayed before him. She wished she were thinner, and taller and … she knew He would laugh at her. He had told her before. Beauty comes from within. She must find her greatest inner beauty and offer it as her gift. For the first time since rising she began to think this was a mistake. Perhaps she wasn’t ready. She felt her fear run through her like a cold chill that seemed to take her breath away.
Then His hands were on her thighs, caressing and stroking, then gliding across her body.
“You know what you bring.” He said, softly. As though He had heard her inner fears and challenged her to overcome them. She remembered what He had said before. Words that had never been spoken as teachings but dropped like hints into conversations about anything from bicycles to bagels.
“You have such a sense of joy. You live so fully in the moment.”
DG let her mind relax. She felt the soft cloth against her naked skin, and the bindings on her arms and legs. She knew that at any time that she had enough, a single word would stop the session. She was amazed at how strong, and somehow reassuring the knots on her wrists felt. Pulling at her left leg only made her right leg twitch. Slowly, DG writhed on the bed, suddenly caught up in the sensuous feel of all the little aspects of the setting. She felt so alive and so wickedly sensuous. Slowly, her body, now a slowly simmering cauldron of sensations settled on the bed and she breathed deeply. His soft laugh made her blush. How well He knew her.
Caressing her breasts, again. He grasped her left tit in his hand, and He said, “Open your eyes.”
She had to force herself to obey Him. There He sat on the side of her bed. In His hand he held the needle of a syringe. It was still in its sterile wrapping. He opened it and held it up before her eyes. Beyond it all was vague and formless, as her eyes focused with frightening clarity on the sharp shiny steel. She could see that it was small, but somehow that did not make her feel any better. Then His lips were on her eyelids as he slid a black mask over her eyes, and the room and the needles were gone.
His hand recaptured her breast, but , now she was very aware of the needle somewhere in the room. Trying to keep her mind from anticipating what He was going to do with that bright biting steel, was impossible.
Almost so faint as to be an illusion, the tip of the needle traced the pebbled surface of her sensitive areola. DG felt her body stiffen as she unconsciously sought to escape, but she knew that the wrong move could be so much worse. Was this what she wanted?. Was she crazy?
The needles fiery tip traced its slow and inevitable path around the nipple that seemed to be harder and fuller than she had ever felt it before. Pinching that nipple hard, He brought the needle to the risen nub and slowly passed it through. DG fought to stifle the cry that strained at her tongue. She felt the hot tears on her eyes for a moment felt she could not breathe, but slowly He released her breast, and she felt the soft weight of the needle on it and he waited until she seemed in control.
Grasping her other breast, but slowly, letting her realize that this was to be the same, and to either stop or accept, He brought the tip of a second needle to the hard tip of her nipple. He waited. DG realized she was holding her breath. She forced her lips to open. The air seeped out of her. She breathed in slowly. The needle entered her slowly almost a millimeter at a time. She could see it in her mind’s eye slowly piercing the dark pink skin, forcing its inescapable way through her soft flesh, breaking out the other side. Softly, she moaned. His fingers touched the needles and her body writhed on the bed.
DG felt the soft cold touch of a very fine-linked chain, like a necklace, drawn across the skin of her breasts, then one end of the chain was fixed to the needle on the right. The other was fixed to its twin, but the length seemed almost too short, pulling at her breasts. The small pain grew, and DG felt her body accepting this with a sense of pride.
She felt His body move away. She could hear Him move about the room. Her body felt more alive and more sensual than she had ever felt in her life.
The first touch of the flogger was just a painstakingly slow sweep of her legs. DG knew what it was, and the promise it brought. She shivered with anticipation. Her first flogging.
Slowly, indolently, He swept the thin leather strands across her flesh, now up her sides, teasing under her arms, and along the soft flesh of her forearms. Down and across her breasts, tingling with the piercing they had only started to accept. The flogger moved away.
The first strike came with a suddenness and fierceness that seized her breath and her awareness. Right across her breasts in three quick hard slaps that seemed to set her soul afire. This time the cry escaped.
Pausing, He touched her lips. Then she felt something pressed softly between her lips. It was a soft small rubber penis gag that felt almost obscene upon her tongue. He tied it about her head. She moaned.
Now, the flogger descended along her soft skin down to her legs, she was amazed at how different it felt over her abdomen then on her thighs, biting into the soft skin of her inner thighs, as He moved about the bed, striking where He wished, when He wished. DG’s body writhed against the soft sheet as she gave herself up to the sensations.
She almost didn’t realize He had stopped. She didn’t know if this was just a pause or a new stage. She found herself accepting and surrendering to the sensations that still raced across her body. The pull of the tie on her ankles, the sting on her side where the flogger tip had cut into the flesh over the bone. The needles that seemed somehow to have become a part of her breasts.
She could hear soft whispers. She strained to hear, but then she felt a soft touch on her nipple. Just lightly touching the tip. Almost reverently. Then lips softly kissing the nipple, as a soft tongue came out and traced the straining nipple. Even if she had wanted to ask, the gag with its small cock pressing into her tongue would have prevented it. The soft mouth moved to her other breast, even as soft smaller hands began to caress her bound body. DG shivered. Was this a woman, caressing her, licking her, tasting her blood where the flogger nipped? Writhing beneath the strange but lovely ministrations, DG realized with a part of her that she did not even know she possessed how she must appear, and she found herself, even in the throes of her passion, moving her legs in a deliberately sensuous way that heightened her own awareness of the moist center of her awareness. As though commanded by her movements the unknown hand reached down to cup her damp sexual core. DG moaned into her gag, as the fingers parted the hot, soft lips of her cunt and found the straining clitoris reaching to meet them. The experienced fingers teased and stroked her until DG thought she would have to explode, but never quite let her over the edge.
Where was He? Were they alone? Did it matter? Even as she thought she accepted, DG felt the soft lips moving down her abdomen, and realizing what was inevitably to come, she moaned and writhed beneath the expert caresses of her unknown lover.
The hot, soft tongue parted her wet opening. DG did not think, or analyze, or worry. She was her cunt. She was the fire that burned through her. The arms that ached stretched above her, now ached to caress the form that lay between her parted legs, as the hair draped over her thighs and the lips drank from her fiery fountain with a sweet abandon that made her tremble.
Then the finger entered her anus, and probed deeply, as the tongue teased and with a muffled cry, DG gave herself up to a mind-numbing orgasm that left her panting , crying, laughing and totally free.
The bonds came loose, last. She lay still on the soft bed. Her body her own, again. The needles gone. The chain, now a necklace on her neck, softly caressing her skin with a warm remembrance.
Distantly, she heard the house come alive. The footsteps and the voices that filled her everyday life. She was surprised to realize that she felt a wave of love for them all.
This was her world. She was happy to be back in it. Removing the earbuds of the ipod, she put it in the bottom of her jewelry box. She shivered, as she stood and dressed in her usual jeans shorts and tee shirt. She had almost thought to skip the panties, but that would not have been her.
Looking at the jewelry box, DG wondered. Was all of that on the tape? Had she dreamed and in her dream entered her own hungers? Did it matter. How much was the Dream Weaver and how much the Dream?
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prt 2..no cheating
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Posted:Sep 1, 2009 7:36 am
Last Updated:Sep 9, 2009 7:42 am
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Lying on the bed, the high count linen soft and silky beneath her skin where it touched through the leather binding, she surrendered to the flow of sensation. He was there. She felt His presence. His patience always drove her to the edge. When she felt that she would not be able to keep silent any longer, He rose quietly. Her ears strained to hear His movement but the roaring of her blood in her ears was distracting. She knew how well He knew this.
The soft tendrils of the flogger teased so lightly over her distended nipples that she was not even certain that she had felt it. Then it was back. She shuddered. She loved/hated the flogger, and He was so very good with it. Slowly, lightly, He touched her flesh where it escaped the thongs. Each brush was an awakening of the nerves. The sudden slap of the flogger on her swollen cunt lips made her buck like a landed carp. Her back arched. How she wished that He had spread her legs. Her mons burned lightly, but she ached for so much more.
A quick flick of his supple wrist and the strands streaked across her nipples in a rapid pattern that took her breath away. Now, He began in earnest. Her thighs, her tummy, her arms, her sex, and always her nipples. Her body virtually vibrated with the trembling ache that coursed through her total being. Then He stopped. She waited. Slowly, her breathing calmed, though her heart still raced. She felt as though her whole body were on fire, but it burned with the hunger that only He could awaken. With as much patience as she could muster, she waited for Him to indicate His wishes. She fought the urge to flex her thighs, knowing how that would rub the taut leather against the swollen lips of her cunt and across the knob of her clit.
Waiting.
Memories of other sessions. His tongue. His fingers. His cock driving deeply within her as she lay totally aroused and blissfully will-less.
Waiting.
Then His fingers loosed the loop around her toe.
Then He was gone.
She felt his absence though she had not heard Him leave. She prayed that she was wrong. He had never done this before. Bringing her to this point then leaving her. Did He want her to wait? Why did he loosen the thong. He knew that she could slowly ease her legs free. Was that what he wished?.
The sudden sense of panic and loss that came over her was the ugliest and most hideous fear she had ever known. To be rejected by Him. To lose Him. Hot tears soaked into the blindfold. She fought not to cry out, though she wanted to as never in her life.
Slowly, she worked her calves apart, loosening the leather thong. It was impossible to do this without rubbing her sensitive sex, but there was only increased fear and loneliness.
When her thighs were loose, she stopped. Circulation was not a problem. She lay still hoping to hear His tread. Hoping to feel His hands.
She thought of the small braid of hair. Was that such a terrible thing? She thought back to when she had put the matching scrunchie back in the box, and looked for the old rubber band. She remembered the way she had felt. She could see herself, with her self-satisfied smile. Now, she understood.
Her 'crime' was not the rubber-band. She had tried to usurp His rights. She wanted to shape the play, but instead of waiting until later and talking about it, she had tried to trick Him into a line of play. She had never done that before. Not only had she put her wishes over His, she had broken their agreement. She had tried to force a change without discussion.
She thought of how excited He always got during play. How He must ache. She wished she could go to Him and at least ease His need, but she realized that this was not what He wished. The tears burned in her eyes. She wanted to laugh or cry. She realized that He had chosen to punish her. He could have just thrown her out. He could have just walked away. Either would have devastated her, but would she have learned? She did not think so. He had chosen to make it a lesson, even at the cost of His own pleasure. He still cared for her.
Sending her awareness out through her body to ensure that she was not at risk of medical compromise, she composed herself and accepted her punishment. She would not move her thighs. The ache and heat in her mons would in time ease.
The love she felt for Him would grow.
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Unfolding
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Posted:Aug 26, 2009 5:31 pm
Last Updated:Sep 5, 2009 7:23 pm
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The soft fabric of her dress, lightly caressed her full and fulsome breasts. He watched with a hungry smile. She seemed, at first, unaware of his scrutiny, but it is rare for so physical a woman to not be aware of her audience. This only heightened His pleasure in her. Her skin, somewhere between a soft tan and beige, seemed flawless, and extremely touchable. His fingers almost itched with the desire to caress her.
Savoring the desire, and the concommitant fire, He nods as her eyes find His and then He is gone.
Another night, He may, or may not, follow up with her. He knows that often even the most promising of feasts, may leave one still hungering, and tonight.... tonight the table is laid.
Entering his modest home, He stops in the foyer to sense its vibrations. Like most sensualists, he can readily sense the presence or absence of others. The house, though still and silent, resounds with her presence. Methodically, He checks His mail and phone messages. The back of His mind is filled with images of the woman from the bar, as he moves about the quiet, neat rooms of his home. Up the stairs, He undresses as he progresses, enjoying the growinga awareness of His own body, as it is revealed. He works hard at maintaining His flat, well-toned abdomen, and the well-defined musculature of His arms and back. He drops his clothes in the hamper, emptying the pockets onto the valet.
Naked, He steps into the shower and lets the water wash away the world outside. Drying off with the rough thick towels He loves, He pauses to breathe deeply centering His chi.
Beyond the second door, she waits. Since He entered the house, and possibly longer, she has maintained the position. Naked, her skin powdered as He likes, her hair in French braids down her lovely back, kneeling, with her hands pronated on her thighs: her head held aloft, but eyes down.
He stands in the doorway. How lovely she looks. Her gift to Him. Some prefer the head bowed, but He has taught her to be proud of the gift she lays before Him. If she does not treasure the gift, why should He.
She affects not to know that He is there. As though carved from some pale translucent pink pearl, her skin shines, and awaits. He walks about her, examining the placement of her toes. Something she often had problems with in the beginning. Perfect, now. He admires for a pleasant moment the full rich curve of her delightful derriere. Her elbow placement is almost perfect. Then He smiles. In the right plait, she has used a thick rubber band. He stares at the offense, knowing full well that she would never forget, and that she has invited His punishment.
How best to respond. For a moment, He considers, pretending not to see it, but that would be unfair. It is not a truly egregious offense, but one that cannot be ignored. Moving to the bedside table, He opens the small drawer there. Lifting the offending lank of hair, without a word he cuts the plait off four inches from its offensive end. Her shudder is too quick and too powerful to suppress. She did not think He would do that. How she had worried over choosing the right infraction to commit. She felt the tears in her eyes, but fought to compose herself, knowing full well that it was too late and that already He had marked her loss of control.
Tossing the hair onto the table, He drew her to her feet. As she rose, her head descended. She felt the unsecured plait slowly unravelling on her naked back. She fought not to think of the weeks it would take for her hair to grow out; the care she would have to take to hide the unevenness of her hair's length. Perhaps He would let her get it cut to a uniform length, but she would not ask.
Drawing her across his knees, slowly, enjoying the feel of her rapidly rising nipples as they brushed His thighs, His hand glissading down her lovely back, and across her full ass, as He positioned her. He waited until she had arrayed herself as taught, then His hand came down on her lovely buttocks with a resounding and satisfying smack. The sting, the warmth, the touch that followed, all brought her to the immediate moment. The discarded tresses forgotten, as she caressed His strong calf and thigh, and felt her full breast press into his thigh. Six hard spanks followed, and she savored each one.
It was their tradition not to speak. If He wished to set a mood, or scene, He would choose the words that would frame their play. She wished only to make HIm happy. Grasping her remaining plait, He pulled her head up to allow His lips to claim hers. Her heart raced. With surprising strength, He pulled her onto the bed and rolled her over. Easily and casually, securing her hands over her head in the leather bag that He had secured there for the purpose. Her hands were free within the bag, but the tie bound her wrists in such a way that once the bottom of the bag is seured to hits hook, her arms press against her head. He loves the way that this position thrusts her full breasts upward, and serves them to his gaze, and his touch. Looking at them for a long moment He smiles and she realizes that He has decided to enjoy them in His own special way. This time she is able, barely, to suppress the shudder that His eyes evoke.
Gazing at her lower body, He weighs His choices. Some degree of punishment is still called for. Rising from the bed, He takes something from the bedside table. Smiling at her, He wraps the thick leather belt about her waist. She drew in her stomach as He tightened the thick belt. Tying the leather thong about the belt with the buckle off center, He drew the thong down and between the moist pouting lips of her cunt, as his finger savored the scented sweetness. Up the crack of her ass, the thong passed and under the belt. Drawing it over and knotting it with the piece that transected her mounds, He drew the thong slowly and tightly around her hip, and slowly down her thighs, drawing her legs almost painfully together. Down her legs the leather spiral spilled the soft flesh distending between the bights of binding. By the time He tied it around her left great toe, she was immobilized and enveloped in the caress of the leather that only heightened her sense of nakedness. He stared into her eyes, letting her see His pleasure, then he placed the silk tie abut her eyes and she was in the night of His caress.
to be continued....s
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A Fictional Encounter
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Posted:Jun 28, 2009 6:50 pm
Last Updated:Aug 16, 2009 8:01 am
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Cazzie looked into the box. It had been delivered with a single white rose. She looked at the card and smiled. Signed only with an elaborate R, she knew well from whence it came. Obviously, this was what he wished her to wear this evening. She took out the top. As though tailored to her frame it hung upon her body, caressing and forming around her full breasts like a lover. The neckline plunged deeply, so that the broad areolae flashed as she moved. He could not have known, but she knew that he did.
The skirt seemed, at first overlong, but as she draped it ‘round her waist, she realized how it hung low on her hips, sweeping across her lovely ass, and flowing like a deep green waterfall to the ground around her feet. Cazzie loved the way it swayed as she walked and how each stride opened the narrow slit that rose to the soft white skin of her hip. She felt her face flush. The sandals laced high up her shapely thighs and she knew to tie them tight enough. The crystal that hung from the golden chain nestled softly in the rise of her breasts , drawing the gaze and scintillating with the lamp of the room. This should be interesting.
When He arrived, she feigned not to notice. Did she think that would bother him? He greeted others with varying degrees of warmth; some, like liena he embraced and his smile showed his deep pleasure. Perhaps she should have come forward sooner. Cazzie turned.
He stood, watching her, that smug, almost smile that seemed so self-contained, taunted her even as it lured her to become a part of its mystery. Deliberately widening her stride to allow her leg to be seen and to make it clear that beneath the skirt was nothing but Cazzie. She crossed to Him in an arc, enjoying his gaze.
He did her the signal honor of giving her his full attention. Standing before him, she said nothing. He nodded. His hand reached up to draw back the long straight brown hair, then slid slowly down the soft skin of her neck, and lightly caressed the curve of her breast. As his finger brushed the soft fabric over her nipples, Cazzie gasped. She had not noticed the rough patch of fabric that lie over the sensitive haloes of her nipples, but his gaze, and his hands brought her nipples to life and the fabric teased and stirred them like a hot breath.
Moving closer he drew her to him, his strength sudden and provocative. His leg went between hers and his thigh with the strip of leather that ran from his waist to his knee pressed intimately against the already moistening tendrils of her barely covered mons. As she gasped, in surprise, His lips captured hers, and his tongue probed at its leisure. Cazzie was aware that they were in the room with others, yet the demanding intimacy of His embrace made it feel as though they were all alone. The room existed only as an afterthought.. His hand on her hip slid down to caress her ass, drawing the fabric into his fist, and leaving her more open, and allowing the intrusion of his leg to fill her awareness.
Realizing that so far it was all His invitation, Cazzie leaned back allowing his gaze to move to the crystal and to the lovely breasts it adorned. His laugh warmed her. As though alone in a secluded bower, R bent to move the cleavage aside with his tongue, allowing it to slowly trace a path about the pebbled roughness, until his mouth captured the proud nipple at its core.
Cazzie groaned softly as his teeth teased the sensitive morsel of flesh. In her mind it was that other small morsel between her thighs that his lips and tongue possessed. She felt the hardness of His cock pressing against her cunt, and she pressed back as hard as she could wishing to sheath herself upon Him. The He stepped back, His hand caressing her lower back as he drew her to sit at His side and as though they had not all but consummated their passion in the middle of the room, he casually ordered a glass of wine.
“Will you have one?” He asked.
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