Take My Hand
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Posted:Nov 13, 2016 5:27 pm
Last Updated:Feb 3, 2017 6:44 pm
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You have your safe word.
You have my undivided attention.
I have looked inside you
and seen what you don’t yet know.
I have memorized your limits.
I know where to push
and where to stop.
I have listened
We have agreed.
You know what I will expect of you
when we become W/we.
There is no rush
but there is no turning back
once we start this journey.
When you are ready
all you ever need to do,
is take my hand.
Let me prove myself worthy
of the respect you have given me,
by giving you the discipline
and sanctuary you crave.
Look.
Look into my eyes.
I am that security
and confidence you ache for.
Submit to me,
let me shoulder the world,
the distractions,
the decisions.
Submit to me.
Find freedom
in surrendering your choice.
One simple act and I will cherish,
and be,
your all.
Reach out,
Take my hand.
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Glimpse ...Her Blue Jeans
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Posted:Oct 31, 2016 4:40 am
Last Updated:Jan 13, 2020 8:41 pm
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He walks in the door
and sets down his things.
She didnt hear him come in,
for she was to busy singing
and dancing
to the music playing.
She twirls and spins
with the broom in her hand.
The broom is part
dance partner
part microphone.
His smile is as wide
as his cheeks will allow.
He stands there quietly
just enjoying what he is watching.
Spell bound by her beauty.
She wouldnt call herself beautiful,
she didnt have on any make up
or wearing a lil black dress.
No this beauty
transcended all that.
This was her.
This was her happy
in everyday life.
One of her "comfy" tanktops
captured and hid
her feminine curves.
Her blue jeans seemed to sculpt her.
Defined her waist,
captured the curves
of delightful butt
sculpted her thighs
all within
a relaxed fit.
The white sneakers
completed her everyday ensemble.
She worked and danced and sang.
She was free,
she was happy,
she was herself.
In this moment
those were what made her sexier
than any dress or heels
she could ever wear.
He felt happy
and at peace.
Beauty and attraction
and he was content
to just watch.
She was partial startled
and partial embarassed.
She blushed
as he made his way towards her
knwing how off key she must have sounded
and how silly it was to dance.
He touched her cheek
and smiled.
"Thank you."
His eyes peered
into hers.
"You re so very beautiful"
With that he kissed her.
It wasn't a quick peck,
nor was it a deep burning kiss.
Simply a kiss
where they connected.
He wouldnt have to say
another word
for it was now all said.
It was an every day moment
that would make his
every other day
that much more enriched.
She was forever beautiful
because of the natural beauty he saw
with that intimate glimpse
into her true self
as she danced and sang
in her favorite pair of blue jeans.
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Apple Plucked
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Posted:Sep 29, 2016 4:27 am
Last Updated:May 7, 2017 4:55 am
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It was that time of year.
What was warm weather
just five short months ago
felt cool in comparison.
Shorts were replaced with jeans
t-shirts were covered by sweatshirts.
Being in the sun
enabled the body to soak in
the solar heat
and enjoy the freedom
of just a t-shirt
as one tolerated the chilled reminder
that hung in the autumn air.
He was wearing the sweatshirt
she bought him
just two christmas’s ago.
Declaring his loyalty
to his favorite college football team
that would be on tv
in a few short hours from now.
He asked for a large order
of her second cup of sanity for the day.
He words were repeated back to him
and he listened to the speaker
squak instructions on pulling around
and the amount of payment
her sanity to face the world
was required.
Instant super lady
just add two doses of
java, cream and sugar.
He paid the price
and was reward with
“Thank you thank you thank you honey”
when she wrapped her hands
around the hot steaming cup
of today is a good day.
She simply held
the heat of the sun
in her hands
and let it radiate thru her
for several moments
till her ability to be functional
allowed her to take a sip.
He guided the car
through the small town streets
into a more rural endeavor.
From routes, to state routes to simply roads
they traveled.
Houses becoming spaced
further
and further apart.
Trees and fields
were the main occupants they say
traveling along side their side windows.
Twenty-five minutes
of hills and turns
let them view
the changing countryside.
Some trees had started to already wear
thier autumn shades
and some just looked a lighter shade of green
as they fought
the impending change
that would make the hillsides explode
in a palette of colors
in the next few weeks.
He pulled into the gravel driveway
and onto the grass parking lot
of their favorite orchard.
She had only
had made it halfway through
her cup of coffee
but left it in the car
so she would have her hands free
to help pick the apples.
They made their way to the store front
and saw the bags of already picked apples
and the assortment
of pumpkins and squashes.
Smiles and pleasantries
were exchanged
as he procured
a half bushel bucket.
She grabbed
one of the apple picking tool.
Ever since she was a
she always thought the tool
looked like someone
tried to take a long lacrosse stick
and turn it into
some sort of torture device.
He took hold of her hand
and they set off down the path.
The mid morning sun felt warm
on their backs.
Something about
picking your own apples
made her happy
made her remember
all the times she went
with her family.
The fresh country air
filled their lungs with a sense
of calm
as well as an extra level of energy.
It hadn’t rained in over a week
yet still
the fragrances
of wood, apples, and rain
lingered in the air.
Made one picture
a lazy afternoon
sitting on the porch
in rocking chairs
sometimes talking,
sometimes just silently being.
She let go of his hand
and instead
wrapped her arm around his
and leaned her head
against his shoulder
saying thank you
as they made their way
past the first few rows
of trees.
Chuckling he responded
with a you're welcome
but asked why she thanked him.
Squeezing his arm a little tighter
she simply said.
“For this.”
He smiled
and gently leaned his head down
gently touching hers
to connect them a bit more.
Then kissed
the top of her head
and simply stated.
“My pleasure babydoll.
Anything and everything for you.”
They continued their journey
past little white signs
at the end of each row
saying words like
MacIntosh,
Liberty,
Red Delicious,
Gala,
Paulared,
Cortland.
They were here
for one specific type.
So they passed by
each row.
Seeing some trees
full of apples
others nearly picked bare.
A mom
trying to corral
two
laughing and darting
in and around all the trees
as she pulled a wagon of several baskets
behind her.
A married couple
gave them a smile
as they walked past
that were on their way back out to pay.
Coming to the lil white sign
that said Spenser
they made their way down the first row.
Something about the crispness of Spenser Apples
that they both seemed to like.
He loved the tanginess of it,
and she loved the sweetness.
It worked as good in applesauce,
as it did an apple pie,
as it did just eating it by itself
as an afternoon snack.
The greens, reds, and browns
of the orchard
created a tapestry of fall
as a backdrop
to the day.
They started revisiting
childhood memories
as they pulled down each apple
one at a time.
He watches her
As the air
teased and float
several rogue strands
of her hair.
He pulls the camera
out of its bag
and turns it on.
He zooms in
and captures the
the simply joy
that lights her face.
Several years together
And she is somehow
Even more beautiful
Than when they met
At Sheila's Halloween party.
Zooming out
to take a wide shot
of her amongst
the rows of trees.
Trying to capture how
the sunlight seemed
to wrap around the branches
and offer
perfect lighting,
just for her
The beautiful lines of shadows
cast by the trees
helped complete
this natural composition.
Snapping a few pictures,
all similar
yet slightly different,
he again zoomed in
On her.
Through that tiny frame,
he watched her reach
for an apple.
The camera showed
Her every line,
every gorgeous curve.
How her body
guided one’s eyes
where to look.
From how the line of her leg
rolled up over her firm ass.
To the softly sensual nature
of her hips
stirred one’s thoughts.
How her shirt and sweater
lifted up just so,
exposing just a taste
of her skin.
It was just a subtle glimpse
of that spot
just below her belly button
that tickled
and yet still pleased her.
A hidden spot
that was both
playful and erotic.
He loves how she looked
in a sundress during the summer.
But she looked just as good
in those sweaters
that sculpted her every curve.
She was a thing of beauty.
She was an object of desire.
She was the most amazing woman
he had ever known.
He wasn't sure
how long he had been
standing the
holding the camera
as he gawked at her
when her voice
broke thru
his blissful adoration.
“Get over here and help me”
she chuckled.
He was half surprised
he didn't stumble
as he paid more attention
to placing the camera back in its case,
then he did on where he was going
as he made his way back
to her.
He reached up
and one by one
gabbed an apple
twisted and pulled
till it released
from the branch.
Then into the bucket
it went.
She would look over at him
every so often,
and smiled
as they picked
in the comfort of their silence
while the sounds
of an orchard
just waking to the weekend
providing a backdrop.
When you see something
or someone
every day,
it was so easy
to sometimes forget
just how beautiful
it or they are.
He knew she was beautiful
in his eyes,
yet watching her have fun
was just the reminder
he needed
to actually see
just how beautiful she was
to him.
Again as she stretches
that glimpse
of her soft skin
ignites a heat in him
hotter than the summer sun did.
He steps behind her
and lets his hand
glide over her barely
exposed skin.
“What do you think you are doing.”
Was as statement
more than a question.
She started to turn
to when she his lips
found just that spot
on her neck.
It was reflex
that her eyes closed,
her shoulders relaxed.
The crisp morning air
only fueled the heat
of his kiss.
Pulling her close,
his hand under her shirt
and against her skin.
The warmth of his lips
on her skin
was accentuated
as she took a sharp breath
and could just smell
the crisp freshness
of the chilled autumn air.
Her body went slack
and the apple in her hand
tumbled to the ground
rolling several feet
before coming to a rest.
Her mind
wanted to tell him to stop
wanted to warn him
others may see,
yet she was helpless
to what she was feeling..
All she could do
was feel him close,
hear the gentle rustle of the leaves
feel lips melt into her neck
like butter on toast.
His hand sliding
up her sweater.
Logic reminded her
where they were
others are around
but her body
was screaming for his touch.
One touch
and one kiss
and she was his.
She huffed
a heavy breath
as his hand
slid over her breast,
giving it a gentle squeeze.
Of their own volition
her legs parted slightly
as his other hand
flowed like a waterfall
over her side and hips
before sliding between.
His touch,
gawd his touch
was to far away.
His lips weren’t enough.
She wanted to feel him
over every inch of her skin.
Her head
fell back against his shoulder
wanting him to have
full access to her neck
as her head spun
in a cocktail
of want, adrenaline and endorphins.
She tried to open her eyes
and all she saw
was specks of pale blue
filtering between
the lines of brown branches
and the red and green splotches
of the apples and leafs.
Her eyes couldn’t focus
she couldn’t breathe deep enough
to keep her lungs full of oxygen
rather than want.
His hand rubbed
and teased between her thighs.
The flash of heat
radiated out from her
like a supernova.
The whimper
her lips released
was all he needed to hear.
Feeling sorrow
the moment
his body left hers
she tried to catch her bearings.
She did register his words of
follow me
as he took her hand.
She was lightheaded
and partially drunk
on the need for him.
She wasn’t sure
how she made
to the end of the row
or down past to the back section
that had a thin red ribbon
blocking off the rows of trees
that were not yet ready to be picked.
The made there way down one of those rows.
He pulled her close
and spun her around
disorienting her again
as his lips
wrestled with hers.
Her back
found the strength
of the tree behind her.
His fingers
unbuttoned and unzipped
her jeans.
His fingers
delved into her panties
as his tongue twirled
around her tongue.
He felt the heat
of her
in his hand.
Feeling the
sticky sweet nectar
she had waiting for him.
She moaned in his kiss
As his fingers
rubbed her just so
and she felt
white hot lightning
course thru her
firing every nerve ending
Her cheeks were flush
and her nipples
weer harder and
firmer than the tree she leaned against
This isn’t what she expected
but so desperately needed.
It was Adam’s turn
To seduce Eve
In the orchard.
Two fingers
found their way inside her.
The motions were
fast and frantic
Her body welcoming
the intimate invasion
as the faint sounds
of other orchard goers
seemed surreal.
Her chest strained
against his chest and
she slowly suffocated
in their kiss.
They both gasped
as his lips
regrettably left hers.
Two chests heaved
in unison
the heat
of each other's
wanton breath
scorching each other's face.
His eyes never left hers
as he brought
his fingers towards his mouth
Her scent
Was all over his fingers.
His fingers were covered
like he had scooped out the filling
of a fresh baked hot apple pie.
Watching him bring his fingers
towards his mouth for a taste
she couldn't stop her mouth
from opening
wanting a taste too.
His lip curled
into a smirk
as he saw
just how
in the moment
she was
despite strangers
being well within earshot.
I slowly gave
a tiny lick,
letting her taste
dance on his tongue.
Her mouth agape,
he rubbed
some of her onto his lips
then let her taste
his fingers,
before following it
with a kiss.
They shared
In her taste
And each other's desires.
His fingers found their way
back down her body
and into her
as their lips
mashed and devoured
each other.
Their passion
added a musk
to the sweet autumn air.
He pulled his lips away
As they again
struggled for breath.
His hand were hurried,
careful,
but not exactly gentle
as he yanked up
her shirt and sweater.
Her nipples
were already hard when
he peeled down the cups of her bra
exposing her breasts.
Her skin puckered
as the crisp air
rushed over her
like a dozen strong hands.
The heat
of his mouth
was nearly a shock
to her system
when it enveloped
her nipple.
The palm of his hand
rocked back and forth
grinding against her mound
as his fingers
dipped into her.
Her head fell back
as his attention
steamrolled over her.
She clung to his head
cleaving him
to her breast.
His mouth
was unrelenting
in its hunger of her,
Clinging to him
showing her need for him
as much as she was
holding onto him
to ground her
so she didn't float away.
Opening her eyes
as her head spun
the sun
was like disco lights
as it filtered down
through the branches and leafs,
The heat she felt
evaporating off her skin,
wrestled with the vigor
of the temperate morning air.
Her free hand
sought additional balance
and blindly found
the semi smooth texture
of a branch.
Squeezing it
in her hand
she drew strength
From its hardened state.
The pull of his lips
Upon her breast
Tugged at something
Deep inside her.
She was completely
lost in the moment.
The fear of being found
was gone
all that mattered
was the attention and pleasure
she was feeling.
The audible pop
of his lips losing suction
seemed louder
than it actually was.
His fingers left her
and it took a moment
for the words,
turn around,
to register.
His hands
had the flair
of a salsa dancer.
His hands quickly cradling her hips
effortlessly spinning her
so she facing away.
With brutish force
he yanked her jeans and panties
down to her ankles.
His hand flew
straight and true,
like a migratory bird
finding its way south.
as the pins and needles
rocketed to the surface
of her skin,
three more strikes
found her exposed ass.
Each one eliciting a whimper
of pleasure and pain.
She felt the heat
from her skin
wrestling with the cool orchard air.
His hand glided
over the red spot
on her ass cheek
like it was brushing away
any negative thoughts or feelings..
She could fully see him
as she looked over her shoulder
but could make out
his form
shimmying
his jeans down.
In an instant
she felt the tip of him
waitting against her
like a battering ram
at a castle’s keep.
Her body
was wet and ready.
Her soul and mind
was swimming in need.
Her eyes closed
as she felt him
pierce her.
Feeling the curve of him,
of every contour
easy into her.
Her senses so alive
with the world
and yet all she knew
was him.
Feeling every micron of him
disappear inside her.
He held her hips
and and settled
once all of him
was inside her.
There he held himself.
No sound.
No movement.
Just the length of him
encased in her.
For several agonizing moments
she waited for him to move
to crash into her
to be part of her.
Yet there he remain rooted
within her.
Immovable as the tree
they were under.
She could feel him throb
within her.
Dammit
he stirred a hunger
she now needed to feed.
All he could think of
as he sunk into her
was the warm comfort
of a fresh baked apple pie
The sweet filling
coating
heating
nourishing
a deep hunger in him.
She looked back
over her shoulder
and watched him
devote himself to her,
to them.
The restrained primal lust
was the sword’s edge
he navigated
better than any knight
she had ever known.
The sensation
of feeling him
completely inside her
filling her
made her moan
with a sweet ache.
The intense pleasure
was wants she needed
and she needed more.
She tried to rock back
against him, but his hands
anchored in her hips
prevented her.
“Please”
she begged.
There he remained silent
like the orchard after dark.
There he remained rooted in her.
The anticipation
made it hard for her to breathe.
She felt her lungs heave
as she sought relief.
His hand grabbed her ponytail
and he pulled her head back.
Her body arched
as her hair pulled her scalp.
This is the moment she needed.
It was a moment that she
had to wait a little more for.
Her breasts hung free,
Her ass still warm
from the spanking.
Her breath
was enough for what she needed.
Yet there he remained motionless.
Stoic to a fault.
The only movement she felt
was his throbbing inside her.
She broke down and begged.
“Fuck me.
Please.
Pleeeeease.
Fuck me.”
Her head was yanked back
as he used her for leverage
as his hips
thundered against her.
She felt the violent collision
over and over again.
Her breasts swaying
her ass bouncing against him
his pelvis
slapping
clapping
against her thighs.
Her juices flowing down over him.
Down her thighs.
She had no idea
how loud she may be
and she didn’t care in this moment
She had his cock
she had his heart
that’s all that mattered right now.
She squeezed him
with every thrust
as her neck strained
in such a delicious way
as he pulled her hair.
She was getting close.
The tide was building.
Stopping for just a moment
she heard a faint rustle of leaves
and a soft snap
as the almost ripe apple
was pulled from its branch.
It was a small apple
And he reached in Front of her
She opened wide
And a delicious
Impromptu ball gag
Was created.
She was ever so thankful
he knew her so well,
knew she would get loud
and be so lost in the moment
She would cry out
For the whole orchard to hear
And then feel the shame
And embarrassment
For an act that
brought both such pleasure
This would help her enjoy
this beautiful moment
with no regrets.
Her body swayed
with every fervent collision.
The sound of the branches, leafs and apples rustling
as they shook the tree,
drown out the sounds
of the world.
She felt her scalp straining
as her hair pulled back
a fraction more.
Thunderclap
after thunderclap
echoed as he pounded
his way into her soul.
She felt the juice of the apple
escape out
the side of her mouth
and down her chin.
Much in the same manner
she felt herself
coating him.
Moments became hours,
Minutes became seconds.
She couldn’t keep her eyes open.
Her teeth sank deeper
into the apple
as his unrelenting assault
bombarded her.
Her hand clenched
the tree branch
as they both tried
to hold on.
Her moan
was muffled
by the apple
as she let go
and felt the flood
rush through her
and onto him.
Feeling her body quake
and clamp down on him,
was more than he could take
and he filled her
as she soaked him.
He kept thrusting into her
as he emptied himself
deep inside her,
till they could no longer move.
He stayed inside her,
till he went soft
and naturally slid out of her.
Pulling up his pants,
he pulled out a handkerchief
and slide it up one of her thighs.
Folding the handkerchief
he ran it up her other thigh.
Then gently cleaned up
her swollen sex.
He helped her get dressed.
Then he pulled her into an embrace.
“Thank you baby”
he murmured
as he cradled
the back of her head
with his hand.
“We should go finish picking our apples
and get home.”
And with a sly grin
he turned his head so that
he whispered in her ear.
“I do so love Spenser apples.”
He knew from this moment on
she would never look
at a Spenser apple the same
and would remember this day
everytime she had one.
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Honey
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Posted:Sep 19, 2016 10:51 am
Last Updated:Feb 3, 2017 6:53 pm
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It was the gasp
as much as the word
that broke him.
Her fingers
white knuckled clawed
into his shoulders,
like a lioness
taking down her prey
Her ankles
dug into his ass
frantically trying to get him
even deeper inside her
as her world detonated.
The flood of her pleasure
bathed and soaked him
as he felt
the ironclad grip
of velvet
quivering around him.
Their world
quaked
as he continued
his tectonic onslaught
against,
onto,
into,
with,
her.
Her body
consumed his.
Her word
resonated in his soul.
It was just too intense.
He closed his eyes
as if that would somehow
keep the pleasure and control in,
to make the moment
last one more lifetime.
It was to no avail
and his body surrendered.
His body tensed
and erupted
as he warcry
repeated
the word she gasped
back to her.
She felt him fill her
as the word
filled her ear,
Honey.
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Don't Go
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Posted:Sep 18, 2016 4:54 am
Last Updated:Nov 25, 2016 7:15 am
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He walked her
to the door
and watched her
put on her jacket.
The silence
filled his
emptying heart.
The pleasantries
and promises
of seeing each other soon
followed by
vows of emotion,
completed the scene.
She turned towards
the door
his hand reached out
on its own accord
without his brains command to do so.
He caught her wrist in his hand.
The words
“Don’t go”
hung in the air
like humidity
in the city streets
during a heat wave.
His grip
was soft
yet secure.
She turned to face him
and saw the form
of slumped shoulders
framing a head
hanging low.
He didn’t look up
and took both her hands
in his,
as she squared her shoulders to his.
A deafening whisper
in a low tone
that was nearly apologetic.
repeated his plea,
“Don’t go.”
Her response spoke of
not wanting to leave
but needing to return
to the real world.
Reasons and logic
of why she should stay
went unsaid
as his fingers intertwined
with hers.
His body seethed
the words
he would never say
in this moment.
The things that mattered
didnt matter
in this moment.
Only she mattered
and she could feel his sorrow
as he didn't want to let
the most important part of him
walk out that door.
She sees glimpses
of that little boy
she only ever knew
as a fully grown man.
He closed the space
between them
till their bodies
were a paper’s width away.
His head lifted
getting a full glimpse
of her feminine beauty.
The intimate proximity
of his presence
was unnerving
in the fact
that it unsettled her
in a way
she shouldn't have liked so much.
She could feel the fire
starting to smoulder
within her lungs
making it harder to breath.
Somehow the face before him
wasn't exactly what he expected.
He had seen that beautiful face
hundreds of times
and yet somehow
it was a wondrous surprise.
Her glasses
didn't shield her
from being drawn
into him.
Resting his finger
beneath her chin,
once again his words
“Don’t go”
reverberated against her skin
like a thunderclap
rattles a house.
She could feel his need
for her.
She could taste his desire
roll over her tongue,
every time she breathed him in.
The proximity of him
weighed on her
like a feather down comforter.
Soft,
heavy,
comforting,
all encompassing.
His eyes pierced into her
like a Hollywood kiss
that buckles your knees.
The assertive nature
in which he moved
made her try to step back
only to be greeted by the door.
She pressed back
against the door,
no longer free to move.
She knew one word
would free her
from him,
but his want
wouldn’t let her breathe
didn’t let her brain
form any words.
This is what
she wanted
Reaching forward
he readjusted her glasses
that had started
sliding down her nose.
His fingertips
trickled down her face
like the morning mist,
before continuing
down her neck.
“Don’t go”
he whispered again.
His thumbs
hooked into the lapels
of her coat
and started peeling the coat
off of her.
Her mahogany eyes
were wide with amazement,
She was helpless,
frozen in the space
unable to move
unsure what to do.
She felt like prey
that had been lulled
into a false sense
of security.
Sliding the jacket
off her shoulders,
it had no place to go
with her back
pressed against the door.
She breathed in his breath
as he breathed in hers.
She had to lean against him
to make room
for her jacket to slide between her
and the door.
Down it went
peeling off her body
like a wet t-shirt
part falling,
part clinging.
His eyes held her gaze
like an oncoming train.
A pang of fear
creeped in
as his intentions
barreled down the tracks
towards her.
His lips,
so kissably close
tied her to tracks
like a damsel
in an old black and white movie.
His need for her
was going to run her over.
He hung up her jacket
without even letting her blink.
She was frozen.
He had removed her armor.
That coat
was what protected her
from the outside world,
what enabled her to leave.
She felt naked without it.
She could feel him
look deep into her,
there was no amount of clothing
that could hide
any part of her
from his piercing gaze.
His body was dominant
and his eyes were submissive.
She could taste his desire,
his sincere need
for her.
She needed to go
but found herself
needing to feel him again.
Feeling the draw
of his soft lips
and his protective arms.
He was so close
yet denying her
the sensation of him.
She wanted him
to be wrapped around her
like a security blanket.
To feel the softness of his lips
rest upon hers
and tell her stories
of fantasies
they will someday realize.
The feel the pull of him
compress her unto him
till the only thing
that could be closer
was to be one.
His shoulders
rose and feel
as his chest billowed.
“Don’t go”
rattles around inside her ribcage
as his eyes
silently begged her.
She could feel the magnetic pull
of his lips.
She didn’t want to kiss him
because she should go.
Yet she wanted to kiss him
so she would stay.
She was trapped
within herself.
She was trapped
by his want.
She could feel
his pheromones
making her delirious
and susceptible to his need.
He whole being
seemed to vibrate
at a resonance
that held her
as his willing captive.
Needing to go
wanting to stay.
An impossible quandary
He leaned in ever closer.
It was the please
the broke her.
She heard
“Please don't go”
Her arms wrapped around him
of their own volition.
She leaned in
kissed his lips.
His plead
was answered
as she melted into him.
Here they will stay.
His plea
of “Don’t go”
was met in force,
with her
“Don’t let go”.
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Walking the Walk Part I
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Posted:Sep 1, 2016 5:13 am
Last Updated:Oct 2, 2020 3:09 am
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Gina and Hank detested the mall but had to return an item to one of the big box stores. They had run their errands earlier that morning and had a decent lunch at one of the chain restaurants, more out of convenience than out of choice. They were hoping where it was the afternoon it would be less busy in the mall, most of the families would have come and gone. Eventually after finding a parking spot, Hank grabbed a shopping bag out of the backseat and they started making their way inside. He took Gina’s hand as they traversed the asphalt jungle, letting go only long enough to open the door for her and make their way inside.
Gina always took comfort in Hank’s touch. Her hand just “fit” into his hand like it was meant to be there. Growing up she always found public displays of affection as arbitrary, sure it was cute when you saw an old married retired couple holding hands but outside that the act of that seemed pointless. Somehow, Hank changed all that for her, Hank had changed a lot about her. She thought about that as they waited in line at the customer service desk. He never really changed her, he really just allowed her to see what she had been hiding from herself and society all these years.She squeezed his arm and rested her head against his shoulder.
Hank smiled as he felt the squeeze and the comfort of her unfiltered affection. Turning his head, he gently placed a kiss on the top of her head.
“Not sure what all that was for, but thank you.”
Something about the tenderness of his voice always filled Gina with a calm reassurance, found comfort in the softness of his voice when they shared all the moments like this. There wasn’t the alpha tone that shot adrenaline and endorphins through her. This wasn’t the lust that stirred her desires, this was the love that made each day worthwhile. Here she didn’t serve him, here he doted on her as a true partner. So there they stood waiting. Gina’s heart rate slowed and the overly bright lights of the stored didnt seem to exist , as her head rested on his shoulder. She didn’t mind it was another ten minutes before they got to go up to the desk. After a process of scans and reads of the credit card the item was officially returned. Hank took the receipt and put it in his wallet so he didn't forget to check his account to make sure it was credited back properly.
They made their way out of the store and back into the mall. Smiling at her “So not a bad day all things considered right?”
Squeezing his hand a little tighter. “Yes not too bad at all.”
Something about the way he chuckled brought all her senses on alert. Hank stopped walking and faced towards Gina. “Good then. Because day is going to get a little worse but then a whole lot better. You have an assignment that I expect you to complete without question. Now smile and nod to show you understand.”
Dutifully Gina complied as her mind started racing a mile a minute. Is this a good surprise? A punishment? Had she done something wrong and not remembered? The synapses in her brain were firing all at once trying to understand what happening and what to expect. She never said a word, but the endless deluge of thoughts kept slipping in. Hank smiled again “You’ve done nothing wrong, this is not punishment just a learning opportunity.” She was still very nervous, but somehow Hank being able to see what she was thinking without her having to say the words, was a great comfort.
“I need your phone and your purse.” The monotone way he said that sent shivers tingling down her spine and excitement throughout her. She was really confused and knew as she handed over her stuff, she would have no way to buy anything or call anyone. Gina complied without question, but was very uneasy about the path that they were heading down.
“Now take this bag and follow the instructions I have set inside and I will go get the car.” She opened the bag and pulled out the folded note. Inside she found a crisp $100 bill and the details of what her Sir required of her. She read the letter once, and once again Looking at him, then the letter, she searched His eyes and hid hers from Him. He placed his hand under her chin until it rested against her. He gently lifted her head and kissed her with true meaning. She looked at him there was a firmness but a caring in his eyes. Looking down at her hand she pulled off her wedding rings and handed them over. He pulled out a ring box and placed the rings inside, and put the box in his pocket. He kissed her again and letting the kiss hang on her lips he pulls away and walk away towards the car. Gina was there, literally left holding the bag. Emotions flooded her thinking. Anxiety, excitement, confusion all pinballed inside her.
Placing the letter back in the bag, she made her way to the bathroom. Her heart rate was quickly accelerating with every step she took. She wasn’t sure she could do this, but she couldn’t disappoint Him. Pushing the bathroom door open, she thought about Him, knowing He wouldn’t have her try something she couldn’t do. Stepping past the heavy door, she was greeted with a faint aroma of the industrial cleaner and the light din of running water and air dryers. Stepping into the stall, she puts the bag down on the tile floor and took out the instructions.
Take the shoes out of the bag and place them on the floor.
Gina complied, taking the all black wide strap wrap around platform sandals with silver three inch stilettos, and set them on the floor. Even as she set them down on the tile floor gently the distinct harsh click of the stiletto heel, seemed to whisper and echo around the entire bathroom. It was an odd sight, she thought. Seeing those kind of shoes in such a public place, These shoes were much more fashion than function. The black shoes were as much black strips ,as they were exposed skin, running up over the ankle. The silver stiletto seemed like it could glisten in even the darkest of light. They looked dangerous, they made whoever wore them seem dangerous.
Remove your hat, and let down your hair. Take off your shirt and bra. Run your hands over your body and feel My touch. Remember who’s cumslut fucktoy you are.
She pulled off her ballcap and pulled the elastic from her hair. She ran her fingers through her hair and shook it to bring back some of the body and mask the crease the elastic had left in her hair from the ponytail. Shaking her head she became satisfied with the state of her hair until she could run a brush through it. Taking a deep breath Gina tried to center herself as she slowly pulled off her shirt. She hung it over the bar as her skin goosebumped at the cool air that seems to settle on her skin. Reaching behind she unhooked her bra and let it slide down her arms. She could feel the ball of anxiety spiraling and growing in the pit of her stomach. The bathroom stall seemed to be closing in, but she continued on for Him. Taking her hands she got to feel how soft her skin was even in this half chilled room. Her nipples were puckered, somewhat from the excitement and mostly from the cool temperature. The hardened state felt good and she thought of Him and how he loved to tease her nipples every chance he got.
Closing her eyes, she could feel His presence. The memory was her living reality swaddling her. There he was, settling behind her, making himself known. His fingertips danced upon on her bare skin, continuing the journey they had made so many times. The tip of his fingertips slowly transforming to His whole hand, so He could feel more of her. His touch possessed her in how it alternated in pressure from a lustful want to an adoring caress and back again. She leaned back feeling the strength of His body as His hands cupped, fondled and adored her breasts. She could sense His enjoyment as He touched and caressed her. She was claimed, and she felt part of herself freed from judgement, all in the name of service to Him. His enjoyment, pleased her. She could almost hear His murmurs and coos of his devotion to her. Biting her lip, she muffled a moan when, as his fingers pinched her sensitive nipple. She shifted her stance as her fingers rolled and twisted her nipple, just like His fingers did. The tingle in her skin made her heart beat faster. Slowly opening her eyes, she felt a pang of sadness when she saw he wasn’t there with her, but could still feel Him on her. She was alone, half naked, in a bathroom stall at the mall.
Remove your disguise, show the world who you are. Take off the rest of your clothes and put on just the heels.
Gina’s heart rate was still slightly elevated, and knowing what she still had to do, made every nerve ending seem raw. Social conditioning made her feel what she was did behind closed doors and sometimes in a more private yet public spot, was shameful, that she was a bad person. Normal people don’t have these urges, she is sinful, she is garbage, she was a worthless . Unbuttoning her jeans, she was taken back to that first night, Jimmy Parkerson. That cool April night in the back of his beat up ‘77 El Camino. The excitement, the fear, the unknown, that pounding heartbeat with the sinking pit in her stomach as butterflies danced. All the emotions from that journey brought to the surface as she was taking a journey to another first. Wiggling the jeans and panties down past her hips she was reminded where she was when her elbow grazed the wall of the stall. To her, the small reverberating thunk of the hollow metallic walls was a lot louder than it was. Pausing for a moment, she waited for some sort of reaction from others that never surfaced. She was hoping this first he Sir was making her do, was a lot more satisfying than those six and a half minutes with Jimmy.
She eased one foot into the shoe and then started weaving the soft fabric criss-cross around her leg until there was no more and it ended just a few fingers below her knee. She found a momentary reprieve from her nerves as she completed the mindless task on the other leg. Standing naked in nothing but heels, it felt like the Earth itself was reaching out and coiling around her legs like vines rooting her to the energy and mana that often goes unfelt. She felt powerless but to obey Him, yet powerful in what she was doing. Her legs felt confined but free. The soft compression was like a welcome embrace. Feeling a rush of heat wash over her as she imagined his beautiful hands running over her legs, like when he is pampering her and rubbing the massage oil into her skin after a bath. She couldn’t help but run her hand back over her breast as she pictured His hands on her. Running her thumb down over her puckered nipple made her feel a twinge of want flutter between her thighs. Biting her lip, she resisted the urge to slide her hand down her bare skin and delve between her thighs. She knew if she touched and felt the first drops of wetness pooling within her she would not be able to stop touching. She would feel His fingers exploring and teasing her like they both so enjoy together. She would forget where she was and keep touching until she came. She knew she didn’t have permission and resisted the urge her body wanted. But now, her body was on high alert and super sensitive to any senses.
Place on your restraints. Remember you are forever bound to me.
Taking the three inch wide gold bracelets from the bag, she placed them on her wrists. The feel of the metal sparked an onslaught of memories of the St Andrew's cross, the various handcuffs, spreader bars, and even the one time He coiled an old anchor chain around her arms and pinned her down on that private summer beach. He used to tease her, that these were her Wonder Woman bracelets where she would learn freedom in being restrained, the empowerment of submission. The bracelets themselves were simple and inornate. There were no markings just a band of gold that seemed to be forged with her very wrists in mind. They were elegant in their simplicity and glamor. They were an unseen tether to Him. By wearing them she was the slave to His will, but also served as a totem of His promise to her. Something she could wear in public, as much as in private. The simple act of wearing them, freed her from obligations, for He would provide the guidance and handle all the details.The feel of them against her skin helped settle her nerves, and some confidence slowly manifested within her. Her submission to Him, made her strong. She knew she would need His strength to do what He now required of her.
You are beautiful, you are sexy, you are all woman. You can try to deny yourself that, your can try to hide it from the world, but you can’t deny Me, you WON’T deny Me you.
She needed to dress and started with the, more sheer than lace, vintage nude colored wedding style over bust corset. She wrapped the corset around her, recounting all the times they spent together as she learned to put it on by herself. Picturing how His eyes monitored her every move, now hearing the sound of His voice inside her head as he offered praise when she earned it. She remembered to hook the second eyelet first then the bottom and once everything was in place to save the top eyelet for last. She remember her training and how to alternate pulling up and pulling down on the loops to work on tightening the top and then the bottom. Working the corset tighter and tighter around her. Then tightening the crosses and removing the slack by pulling on the loops. She felt the gradual compression around her ribs. Felt the bones of the corset straighten her back and centering her core. Tying the bows behind her back was easy and completed the The sweetheart neckline only accentuated the cleavage she had, and was becoming more predominant with each tightening of the crosses and loops. She felt as if one wrong move and she would just spill out over the top of the corset exposing herself to all that saw her. She reached behind and double checked the shape of the lines binding the corset to ensure it was the correct shape. Enjoying the enhanced contours the corset gave her, she ran her hands down the hourglass shape. Feeling the fabric along her palms as her fingertip ran down one of the bones. There was something comforting in the strength and support the ribs gave her. She felt sexy in it. That the extra visual of her curves were some magic wand she could use to extract what she wanted to those close enough to fall under her spell.
Taking the black leather miniskirt from the bag she wraps it around her hips. She listened to the click of the zipper as the teeth caught and locked with each other. The black leather skirt felt snug on her hips and was just barely long enough to cover past the crease of where her ass meets her leg. She knew he wanted her to make the walk commando. She could feel the air circulating over her. It made her heat all the more noticeable. The wetness has nowhere to go but be between her thighs. She could feel how exposed she was in such a very short skirt. This skirt was designed for very specific purposes. To illicit want and attraction and two to provide false modesty when her Sir bends her over and takes what is His without having to worry about clothing. She knew with every step she was going to take her body would remind her just how exposed she was. The shortness of the skirt would easily ride up and leave nothing about her to the imagination.
She leaned down to take out the last article of clothing and feeling the skirt rise up and feeling just exactly how exposed she was. She picked up the black leather vest. Slinging it over her shoulders, her fingers followed the plunging neckline down to the top button that was a mere inch or so above her belly button. She buttoned the two remaining buttons and smoothed out the vest beneath her hands. There was a silky wet kind of feeling with the way the leather was so soft and smooth against her fingertips and the palms of her hands. She tugged at the hem of the vest trying to pull it down but the leather wasn’t very forgiving. The vest barely met the skirt and any movement raised the vest just so that there were tiny flashes of her midriff.
Reaching into the envelope she took the crisp fifty dollar bills and folded them in half. She followed His instructions and slid the money into the bust of her corset behind the strap of her vest. The simple act of having to use her body as her purse made Gina feel the conventional shame of being a lower class. This was how prostitutes must carry their money she thought. She looked like a and now being denied a simple fashion statement and having to carry her only resources with her body, she was acting like a common . She could feel her heart rate beat faster and faster as mixed emotions flooded her. Wondering what lesson she could ever learn in such a cruel test, feeling a sense of panic creep up made every sense heightened. She felt the corset restricting her from taking a full deep breath. She had to close her eyes and find some peace within herself so she could calm down and catch her breath. Using a slow breathing technique T/They had worked on together she was able to keep the anxiety at bay. She took a moment and collected herself and remembered how He protected her, how everything He did and commanded was for her.
Be My doll. Make yourself pretty. Make Me want you. If you ever want to suck My cock give me something pretty I can fuck.
She grabbed the bag and was ready to complete the first phase of her duty. The metallic creek of the stall door seemed to echo throughout the bathroom. She stepped out of the stall with every step she took sounding like the stiletto heel would punch thru and shatter each tile it came into contact with. The click of the shoe and the schink of the heel rhythmically reverberated around the room as she made her way to the sink. She set the bag down and pulled out a hairbrush and a small makeup bag. She cupped her hand underneath the automatic faucets and proceeded to attempt to wet down her hair a little bit. She cursed these automatic faucets since the temp was more cool than warm but she made do with what she had, what else could she do. She brushed her hair back into the ponytail she had only this time making the tail as tight as she could. She could feel how her scalp seemed to be urged to be pulling on her. She was halfway through pulling all her hair together into her hand when there was the sound of a flushing toilet a lady stepped out a stall. The older lady started to make her way to the sink when she saw Gina and literally stopped in her tracks as her mind tried to process what to do next.The lady hung her head and scurried to the sink furthest from Gina, ever so eager to get as far away from such an untouchable. Gina didn’t look at the lady but could feel the lady glance over at her and feel the lady’s repulsion and judgement. Gina tried to shake off the doubt and unexpected pain that came with being judged as she tied elastic around her hair and tighten the ponytail one last time.
As the older lady scurried out the door as fast as her feet could take her, Gina focused on brushing her bangs before placing the hairbrush into the bag. From there Gina opened up the make up bag and found He had only supplied one of each item, thus dictating what color makeup she would wear. Everything was all in place and ready for her. Gina started with the black eyeliner. She felt kind of like a giant in her three inch heels and leaned forward to get closer to the mirror. The cool bathroom air caressed her ass and she could feel nearly a third of it exposed as her skirt slid up as she bent. Gine opened her eyes wide and continued the ritual of lining her eyes in the black outline bringing distinct contrast to the whites of her eyes and the semi bronzed glow of her skin. Next she searched through the small makeup bag as if there was a hidden compartment. She shook her head as she realized He purposely did not include the mascara. He always said she had beautiful eyelashes, but that sweet silly man never did grasp how each element balances the other. So Gina shook it off and pulled out the charcoal colored eyeshadow. She worked the brush so the color faded the further it went towards the outer corner of her eyes.
Somehow the simple routine of putting on makeup enabled Gina’s mind to relax. Grabbing the blush she knew how much he like her “natural beauty” so she gently blended the blush into her cheeks. Using just enough blush to give some additional color and her cheekbones some additional definition but still look like she wasn’t wearing any at all. Gina chuckled to herself at how clueless men were and how much us ladies have to go thru to get ready and still look “natural”. She applied the deep candy apple red lipstick to her lips knowing that color alone would garner a few head turns. She felt a twinge of excitement tickle its way down her spine when she thought of how many of the men out there would see her full red lips and wonder what they felt like wrapped around their cock. She turned her face side to side and ensured she did a decent enough job in this horrible lighting. Zipping up the makeup back and dropping it into the bag, it seemed as if she was ready, well physically at least.
Walk the Walk
Seeing herself in the mirror, Gina could see how the nude color of the corset, from a distance, would give the impression she was simply wearing a barely there vest. Her fading summer tan was just a few shades off from the corset and was barely noticeable when one got a closer look. The plunging neckline of the vest only drew more attention to the cleavage that was on full display. Her makeup helped accentuate her beauty and brought out a vixen’s sex appeal. It was indeed a face she would be glad to have Him fuck and use how ever He pleased. She loved how He let her gag on Him till the tears pooled in her eyes. That somehow being His pleasure brought them closer together. Taking a few steps back she looked over the rest of her outfit. The skirt was actually very cute in its simplicity. She couldn’t help but try and tug it down when seeing how distinctly short it really was and seeing the gold bracelets reflect the dull bathroom lighting. Her legs did seem to go for miles in the dress and heels and found herself to be oddly empowered by how sexy she felt. She loved the elegant look of the criss-cross pattern of the fabric over her lower legs.She was sexy with a surprising elegance. She thought to herself that well if I am a least I am a high end escort, maybe to some senator or CEO or something. Her mind momentarily hung onto that thought. Made a note to herself that maybe that's a roleplay He would let her do sometime. She took as deep as a breath as the corset would allow her to take and picked up the back. She was anxious and incredibly nervous not knowing what lay ahead of her. She could already hear the judgement, shame, disgust, lust , and objectification of all the mall dwellers out there. She was taking some comfort in the rhythmic click schink of each footstep and as she pulled on the big heavy door her journey began...
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Sparring Partner Part II
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Posted:Jul 23, 2016 1:21 pm
Last Updated:Feb 3, 2017 7:01 pm
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Eric’s mind was still trying to comprehend what had all transpired the past forty-five minutes. He peeled his shirt off like a layer of dead skin. The shirt didn’t want to go but he wrangled it over his head and down off his arms as his shoulder reminded him, it's displeasure with him. Maybe if he hurried he could catch her before she left to at least get her number. How else was he going to get a hold of her. He didn’t want to make it seem like he wasn’t interested, hell he was too interested. He knew he couldn’t just wait outside the girls locker room like some creepy stalker. So quick shower was best bet he figured. Normally very modest when it came to the locker room, Eric was the only there so he figured, with the time crunch, screw it and tossed his shorts and underwear on the bench, and didn’t bother to cover up as he grabbed his towel and dragged it to the showers like a boy dragging his favorite blankie to bed. Hanging up his towel he mustered what energy he had left and turned on the water. Ice needles pelted his hand before it started to warm. Swinging his arm around he tried to loosen his shoulder but only accomplished twisting the sliver embedded in there to move around.
He stepped into the water and washed off the day and the workout as the mostly hot water rolled over him. He tried to let anything distract him from her, tried to empty his mind, yet she was there forefront and center. Was she really going to go out to dinner with him or was she just being flirty. Every time he tried to close his eyes to just enjoy the feel of the water she was there. The fierce strength she had was kind of a narcotic high to be around. He could she her curves dance before him. The crimson fire that flowed down her back matched the intensity of her eyes, focused like a lioness procuring a meal for the pride.She was all woman but she had this tomboy-like quality that was irresistible. He wiped the water from his forehead as the water streamed down his face. Instead of focusing on nothing or even staring at the gray bathroom tile, there were those lips, damn those kissable lips. He couldn’t stop his mind from replaying the vision of following her neck down her cleavage, he kept picturing the shape and size...he shook his head to stop fixating. Placing his hands flat against the tile he hung his head and just let the water flow down his neck and down his back. time just kind of slowed as he closed his eyes and cleared his mind.
He turned off the water and shook off the droplets that were forming on his skin. He went to grab his towel only to notice it was missing. He turned around to look and see if maybe he had left it on the bench only to see his towel draped over Jessica’s folded arms. He was dripping wet and stark naked and he knew there was no place to hide. In some very awkward movements where the body and brain weren’t quite working together, he started to cover himself but quickly realized it was a futile endeavor. He could see what a good time she was having making him all flustered.
"May I have my towel please." The frustration and yet humble tone mixed together like a rum and coke, sugary sweet with a bite. She just stood there smiling, quite pleased with herself and apparently the view..
His tone softened even more. "Please."
"Well if you want it you need to come get it, I won remember. To the victor go the spoils." With that she extended the towel and waited for him to approach. She had been watching him for several minutes. There was something about him that just drew her towards him. She would never admit that to anyone but herself. Pretending it was a momentary infatuation didn’t make the attraction she felt, any less real. He wasn't the prettiest or sexiest man she had ever dated but he was that sort of handsome that you would see in store bought picture frames. She could almost see picture of them together on their mantle. He's smiling that smile he flashes without even trying. She's jumped on his back laughing a big laugh as they simply enjoy being with each other. Jessica was very eager to brush that thought aside. She didn’t like her getting ahead of herself. She was wildly spontaneous when in a relationship but always calculating and guarded before pursuing anything. Everything was happening too fast. Her control of the situation, of herself was spiraling. Seems she had enjoyed watching the water run down his skin a bit too much. She felt flush and a little out of control with want. Fresh out of the shower, steam seeming to hiss off his skin, he needed the towel but he wasn’t the only one that was wet.
Eric subconsciously bowed his head as he took the towel from her. "Thank you." There was a deafening silence as he dried himself off. He tried not to act self conscious as she watched him. The whole time he wanted to say something clever or funny to turn the attention away from him, but his brain couldn’t focus on anything but her presence. Maybe this was his penance for all those times he had started to undress her in his mind.The silence remained as he tossed his towel on the bench. He sheepishly turned towards his locker to get his clothes when the soft concerned tone of Jessica’s voice broke the silence.
"I'm not done with you yet." She gently pulled on his shoulder to urge him to turn around. Not knowing what to do he turned and faced her. She smiled and then just examined his face.
"Why did you hold back in the ring?"
He was a bit apprehensive and unsure how to answer, he really wasn’t sure himself why except it just didn’t seem like the right thing to do,
"I...I don’t know..I guess." he was so perplexed by the question Eric forgot he was standing there completely naked. "I guess I just never wanted to hurt you. Not that you wouldn’t have won anyway but...I don’t know...I didn’t want to ruin the chance to get to know you.”
“So you wanted to get to know me but never tried to even say hi?”
“No, well” his pause was a frustration to him, how did she so easily fluster him. “What I mean is yes I didn’t ask you yet but I was trying to find out more about you.” Eric cursed himself now I sound like a damn stalker or something. He couldn’t bring himself to look in her beautiful eyes. “I just” He exhaled all the tension and frustration in on big puff of a breath with the heave and settling of his shoulders. “I wanted to put my best foot forward without getting my hopes up to much.”
“You know Eric, I heard you are a really sweet guy, but it’s ok to be not so nice and go for what you want. You don’t always have to hold back.” Jessica had seen him in the ring one time and saw his fierce competitive nature. At first he was just helping someone work on their form, until they started trying to land knockout blows. His change was immediate. He was patient but as soon as he could counter and attack, he was ferocious. She saw a controlled fury where he imposed his will. This docile man became the apex predator right before her eyes. It was in that moment the cute guy with the amazing smile, truly captured her attention. She wanted the gentleman but she craved the alpha warrior that could put her in her place when needed.
Eric sharply inhaled as Jessica’s fingers gently traced the length of his semi hard shaft. Feeling him lurch at her touch gave Jessica a powerful rush. Coiling her fingers around him, she leaned in closer. “If you never ask for what you want, you may never get it. If you don’t take want you want.” He moaned as she gently squeezed him “Then you will never grasp it.” She watched as his whole body relaxed, unable to function except stand and enjoy her touch. She continued to stroke him as his moans ricocheted around the empty locker room. “You can’t seem to control this thing can you. Are you a naughty boy Eric. Have you been busy checking me out, undressing me with your mind. Is that why you got hard when I knocked you down and got on top of you.” She tugged on him and delighted in the moan he let out. She was loving this teasing, both physically and mentally. “Is that why I won so easily. My naughty lil boy to distracted by a pretty lady? Too shy to take what he wants. Is that you?” She coiled her hand around him more and made him moan again. “You won’t even ask me out how on earth, will this naughty boy touch me let alone use this. This is the price you pay when you lose” She playfully.
Eric's mind was flooded with lust and desire to the point he couldn't think but only feel. Her words ricocheted within his mind and exploded in his chest. Her touch pulled moan after moan as he lost himself in this world she created. His characteristic control shattered, and it’s sound resonated thru his very core. His eyes opened with the volume of a thunderclap. The blue of his eyes were set ablaze as a tinge of gray forged his steely gaze. Before she could even blink he pulled her against him slightly lifting her off her feet and spun around pinning her to the lockers. His eyes bored into her as she stood pinned between him and the cold metal lockers. His entire body seemed to heave with every seething breath. She had wanted to tease and see if she could pull him out of his shell. She had unwittingly unlocked the cage, that enabled this primal beast burst through its iron gate. Her entire body pulled want from every cell within her, as unrelenting want fueled the fire she felt in her belly and the wetness between her thighs. He didn’t say a word. He didn’t have to. There they stood as the dynamo, overcharged needed the energy to go somewhere. The weight of his presence made it hard for her to breathe. She was trapped. Trapped by his primal desire. Trapped by her unexpected yearning for him, she couldn’t move, she didn’t want to move. She was his, and she liked it.
His eyes forced themselves deep into her, where she couldn’t hide. Pheromones, testosterone and adrenaline seems to cast a fog over her as he loomed over her. He leaned in and claimed his kiss she had been holding on her lips. The strained restraint he had, reigned in his brute desire and made his kiss firm and soft not a brutal mashing of their lips. Though the haze and desire, they gave into what they didn’t know they wanted all along. His subconscious tasted her soul and hidden pain in their kiss. His heart pounding against his chest as lust and romance fought for their voice to be heard. His hand cradled behind her neck as the lockers rattled like screaming fans as the shockwaves of his desire fully pinned her to him. His arms wrapped around her, protecting her and welcoming her to him. he was surrendering all and consuming every facet of her.
Even through her jeans she could feel every fiber of him. The life experiences in her mind were screaming for her to stop but something about him made it feel just too good to not enjoy. Somehow she was safe to be reckless and not so control, not so in charge. Jessica couldn't let herself give in . Her mind was screaming to stop, this was to fast, it was too much, it was too good to be true. Yet the feel of his lips against hers wasn’t just a kiss. Her body cursed for more of him.She could feel a twitch stirring within her. Where was this emotion coming from? She tried to shrug it off as just being horny, that it had been too long since jackass. The sweet taste of his tongue dancing with hers shredded all thoughts of her painful memories.
Her body welcomed the compression she felt as he pressed closer to her. She felt her breasts flatten against him and she needed more. Her body craved more, not just more but more of him. She didn't just need him on her, she realized she need him in her. His kiss was deep but had a softness to the hunger. He didn’t know of the butterflies she was feeling or her urging twitch wanting him right then and there. All he knew was he must be dreaming. Thier bodies seemed to mold together. His arms could around her pulling her into him as she couldn’t stop herself from wrapping her leg around him urging him closer. She wanted her clothes gone so she could truly feel his bare skin against hers. The desire to assert her hold over him started to backfire, as she found a wanting need she didn’t realize she had.
Eric couldn’t have enough of her. His fantasy an unexpected reality. The feel of her against him, the more he felt the more he needed. Sparks seemed to live in her touch. The softness of her lips and skin made him think of a welcoming home one could only dream about. The lightning storm that raged in their kiss made him all the more hungry for her. He was throbbing with an undying need, to be inside her so he was part of her. So she was his, and he was forever hers. The alpha had subdued the clever gentleman and was out of control, in his control. The gasp he heard as his lips found the hollow of her neck, surged kinetic energy up his spine, crackleing the damp warm air of the locker room.. The more Jessica reacted, the more Eric feed off her desire.
Eric’s hand slide down Jessica’s back and squeezed her ass. Then pulled her towards him as he pressed against her. She need to know how he felt. How she broke him perfectly. How her presence caused a stir. How his want for her as uncontrollable and his body needed her more. His raging desire needed her to feel what he did. His body didn’t care she was wearing clothes it didn’t stop its quest to be part of her. His body against hers, he knew she could feel the mettle and strength of his want. How rigid he was despite having no place to go without being bent or compressed. His body needed to prove its worth and want to hers. His hips rocked against her and hers responded as they moved together without have yet fulling joined. He gently dragged his teeth down her neck just light enough to, almost, but not quite leave a mark. There was a building need the was nearing the breaking point.
He wasn’t sure if the growl that emanated from his throat was real or imagined.But he proceed to find her lips again with his. Thier head pitched and moves as their tongue wrestled and lips clung to the other. There was no breathing, no outside world just each other. He pulled her in wanting absorb everything about her. Jessica followed suit and clung to him like a last breath. Eric slowly peeled his lips from hers and opened his eyes.She could she the fire in his soul deep within those seas of blue.The hers were a delicious amount of sore from the alpha, and watched his eyes soften the moment he looked into hers. She watched him smile. Soft warm welcoming. She didn’t just see it, she felt it. She would latter rationalize the feeling as be flushed with want, but in that moment. his smile warmed every inch of her skin like she was bathing in sunshine.
He pulled back just a little so she was no longer squeezed between him and the locker. His proximity still held her captive to whatever he chose.
“May I have your business card please.”
Despite the politeness of his words, his tone made no mistake that it really was not a request. He knew a driven lady like her would always have a business card for networking. He didn't move to let her go, she was for all intents still pinned. He dropped his arm to his side and slightly rotate his weight, giving her just enough room. The space he provided was narrow. So much so, that she had to wrap her arms around him for balance as she had to slide her body against his until she slithered free. She made her way to her gym bag as her watches her walk away. She moved a few items aside, retrieved a card from her wallet. Jessica started to turn to make her way back to him only to find him right there. Before could say anything or respond his hand cradled the back of her head as he kisses her again. She wasn't supposed to feel like this, she wasn't supposed to want to continue t feel like this. His lips felt so soft and full against hers she wanted to wrap her arms around him and pull him closer. She was to drunk on his kiss to move. Eric’s hand slide down her arm exploding fireworks inside her along the way. He slipped her card from her grasp as his lips fell from hers.
He looked at the cars and smiled. It's a nice picture of you but doesn't do you beauty justice. She wasn't sure if it was her body's wanting that had her head spinning or the sincere naivety of his own lack at understanding how corny that comment was that somehow made his words endearing. He brushed a free rogue strands of her fiery hair away from her face and smiled.
“Will you wait for me so I can walk you to your car please.”
“Yes I will that's very sweet of you.”
Eric smiled again almost in relief “thank you” with that he made his way back over to his locker and started getting dressed. Jessica started to feel a dull burning in her cheeks. She hadn’t realized she had been smiling since he kissed her. She didn't want to believe she could be happy so quickly, but she was happy. Jessica’s mind tried to slow down what she was feeling, trying desperately to rationalize the irrational, trying to protect her from another heartbreak.
Eric’s inner dialogue kept repeating stay calm stay cool, stay calm stay cool. Taking short controlled breaths Eric tried to distract himself from the fact he was getting dressed in front of a beautiful lady he had a crush on for several months now. He rolled up his work out clothes and shoved them in his bag. He caught a whiff of her perfume and felt his heart race for a few beats before he could take a deep breath and calm down. Even with his back turned he could still feel her presence. He began to feel self conscious as he started to get dressed in front of her. Yet he found an unexplainable comfort in knowing she was there and probably even watching. The logical side of his brain had been ignored for far too long and started scream “Someone please tell me what the fuck is going on none of this makes any sense.” This inner turmoil made it feel as if he was burning a fever. He quelled the inner dialogue and placed her business card into his pocket.
“Thanks for waiting.” echoed in the locker room as he slung his back over his shoulder and grimaced at the sharp twinge that was still present in his back and shoulder. Jessica smiled which made Eric’s smile a little bigger. Eric opened up the door and held it for her. She smiled again and ran her hand down his arm as she walked by. One simple touch reignited the smoulder embers he was just feeling. Her touch was as comforting as it was exciting. He let out a big sigh as let go of the door and followed her into the gym. A random thought makes Eric chuckle in the silence of the darkened gym.
Jessica’s voice broke the near silence. “What is so funny?”
“Oh it’s nothing, I’m just being a dork”
She insisted on knowing “Tell me.” She gave him a playful hip check to emphasize the point, only to curse herself for allowing herself to be so flirty.
“Ok. Ok.” He chuckled. “It’s stupid I was just laughing at the irony of it. Never would I have ever imagined opening the men’s locker room door for a lady. You just can’t make that stuff up”
He watched her smile and stifle a laugh as he held the gym door open for her and they made their way out to the parking lot. There were only three cars left so it wasn't hard to figure out which one was hers. So he escorted her to her car.
“Was very sweet of you to walk me to my car, very gentlemanly”. Her words were cut short and captured on his lips as he kissed her. She felt his arms wrap around her swaddling her into him. Their lips parted and danced together like they had done this a million times before together. She found herself melting into him as they stood there kissing in the darkened night.His heart was pounding at the aggressive nature in which he shed his shyness and kissed her regardless of consequence. Slowly he pulled his lips from hers. Jessica’s lips weren’t ready to let him go just yet and her lips followed just trying to catch him. She actually stumbled forward and felt Eric catch her. She couldn't believe she let herself feel this way. But somehow, feeling his arms around her and seeing the smirk on his face was a strange comfort she felt she could get used to. Part of her was on edge for seeming to fall so fast and yet another part of her felt like she may have found something she wasn’t looking for.
Eric chuckled “Sorry I couldn’t resist, though you didn’t seem to mind.” Ok so dinner.” pausing he took a deep breath. “I can certainly take you out but I would really like to have a quiet night just us two so we can talk. I would love for you to come to my place and I will cook you dinner. Don’t say anything yet just think about it. I will call you when when we both get home and discuss the details. Sound good?”
Jessica was keep watching his lips move and just wanted to kiss him again and had only captured part of the conversation. It would be another few minutes for her mind to catch up and play back the details. She nodded and smiled. “Yes, yes that’s fine.”
She watched him lean in and her body was yearning for one more kiss to feel him against her one more time. She could feel his energy and could feel the magnetic pull they had on each other. Just as her eyes were going to close she heard the door handle click as he started to open the door behind her. He watched her looking into his eyes with the eyes of a baby doe. He felt part of him just crumble like dust at the unintended and pure natural beauty of her. He tried to keep his composure. “M’lady your chariot awaits.” Smiling he hoped his defensive instinct of humor and dorky charm hid how he was feeling.
She found herself wanting the kiss but being denied as he waited for her to move, so he could open the door for her. He didn’t really give her much room so she had to brush by him again. He opened the door and watched her climb in. Peering in the door he smiled. If this was to have been a power struggle to see who held control, he had already won her over and he would have been in the driver's seat. She hated not being in complete control but was somehow welcoming it with him. Somehow he seemed more handsome than before. To him she seemed even more amazing like he was watching some blockbuster RomCom and he was the goody goody sap that was forever smitten with the leading lady that was out of his league.
“I will call you soon.” he said as he smiled as he gently shut the door. Jessica fished her keys out of her bag and slid the key into the ignition. Eric knelt down beside the car, and Jessica rolled down the window.
“Jessica” pausing for a second while his brain caught up to his intention. “I just wanted to say thank you.”Turning t look at him she could see the sincerity in his eyes. It was raw almost to the point of being naive and childlike in its innocence. “I know I am going to call you here in just a bit, but I had to say thank you. Honestly am not sure when I would have actually approached you. I think you are amazing. You are so beautiful but are so much more than just a stunning shell.” Jessica was used to platitudes like this, most were hollow as the men,and even the occasional lady,always rang hollow or seemed simply them saying words they thought she wanted to hear. Looking into this orbs of blue she could see his he wasn't thinking he was just speaking, unfiltered unrehearsed. She was so confused at what it was that opened her eyes to him tonight. The intrigue had turned to interest. She found herself smiling as he told her he would call her soon and smiled as he stood up to let her backup. He stood there and watched her go. As she pulled out onto the street, she looked in the rear view mirror. He hadn’t moved as he simply made sure she made her way safely. He gave a half chuckle as he carried his smile over to his car. Maybe he did fall asleep during that meeting and this wasn't real. The way he felt in this moment, it didn’t matter. He pictured her face as he turned on the car, and smiled the whole way home.
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Into Slumber
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Posted:Jun 3, 2016 3:45 pm
Last Updated:May 1, 2017 8:03 pm
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His clothes
Slumped off his tired state
Before he crawled into bed.
She put down her book,
Smiling as she watched him
Slink and sink
Into the bed.
She could see how tired he was.
The toll on him
From long weeks
Was apparent,
Though he never complained.
His blue eyes
Strained to fight
The weight of his eyelids.
“Goodnight baby”
It was as much a pleasantry
As it was a declaration.
He leaned over
To kiss her goodnight.
She felt the light touch
Of his soft lips
Rest onto hers.
The feel of her lips
Seemed to kick start
His energy
Even for a moment.
A simple kiss
Was never just a simple kiss
When it came to them.
A slow soft
Rose petal light kiss
Turned deeper.
There was no intent,
Just an organic building
From tender to intimate.
The day
Slipped away
As familiar lovers
Found their way
Back to each other.
His hand
Slid over her hip
And around to her back
As he rolled her closer.
She draped her leg
Over his.
The feel of her soft skin
Against him
Sent a mild shot
Of soothing comfort
With a jolt of excitement
Down the back of his head
Before crackling its way
Down his spine.
Her leg felt so amazing over his.
As soft as crushed velvet
And as smooth as silk.
Every time she breathed
It slid back and forth
Ever so slightly.
Just enough movement
Where there was almost no friction
But still enough
To feel the subtle
Ebb and flow.
The passion in his kiss
Was there
Like it was the first time
All over again.
But she could taste
His energy level draining.
The light touch of his hand
Against her cheek
was heavier than
the feather light touch
she knew so well.
His body was too tired
to obey what his heart
and mind was craving.
They slowly retreated
from the kiss.
She could watch
the battle he was fighting,
desperately trying to stay awake
and enjoy her.
There was sadness in her eyes
seeing him exhausted
to the point
of being just the shell
of himself.
But she also smiled
at how cute it was
to watch
her big strong man
overtaken by sleep.
His eyes were heavy
and his body
slightly drunk on her.
His eyes
opening and closing
in unison
with his slowing breathing.
She touched his face
and watched him melt
like a collapsing souffle.
His gaze
was more snapshots of image
than they were
the motion picture of life.
In the tumble
of their kiss
her top shifted,
She wasn't fully exposed
but her nightgown
was barely covering her nipple.
Even in his stupor
he couldn’t resist.
He leaned back in
kissing her neck.
Her moans
stoke the ember
that were keeping him awake.
his lips explored her neck
even though
he knew exactly
where each
of her melting points were.
His lips fell
from her neck
to below her collarbone.
Like little ’s footsteps
pittering down the hallway to bed,
his kisses march towards
her cleavage.
Tiny steps closer,
tiny steps closer.
Each kiss she felt
built the tension
within her.
Each kiss a little softer
as even his endless passion for her
couldn’t keep him awake
much longer.
She tried to compose herself.
She leaned up,
“Lay down honey.”
She patted the pillow
and he was to worn
to refuse.
As his head
hit the pillow
she watched his remaining energy
just dissipate
like a cloud of steam.
She pulled off her top
and scooted close to him.
If he wasn’t yet asleep,
a few more breaths
and he would be.
Cupping her breast
she ran her nipple
back and forth
across his lips.
She could feel him breath
against her skin
until he opened his mouth.
She eased into him
as his mouth instinctively closed
around her.
His moans were soft,
almost as an exhale.
Slowly he started to suckle.
His lips sealed her
within his mouth.
His tongue sculpted itself
to the curve
of her breast.
There his lips pulled her towards.
There his lips and tongue tugged
at her.
Softly suckling.
She cocooned herself
around him.
She felt a heavy exhale
flush against her skin
as she gently ran her fingers
through the back of his hair.
A gentle press of her hand
to the back of his head
urged him back
upon her breast.
The house was quiet
any sound
seem amplified
as the soft sounds
of his sucking
played in time
with her heartbeat.
The undulating pull
upon her breast
seemed to
want to make her
shut her eyes.
Each suck
seemed to cause her
to close her eyes.
He body pulled itself closer to her.
like this intimate moment
was just a prelude
to a dream state
and a new dawn
with each other.
Every now and again
his suckling
would slow
before it picked back up
in his endless pursuit
to enjoy and please her.
The tug, tug, tug….tug
was as endless
as it was erotic.
Time was warped
beyond comprehension.
Here her rock
was vulnerable
trusting in her
like only he could.
She could feel
how deep his passion for her ran,
every time
her nipple slid
back and forth in his mouth.
She couldn’t tell
if he was
sucking the energy from her
or filling her
with a sense of peaceful admiration.
Her fingernails
grazed his scalp
as she ran her finger back thru his hair
and cradled his head.
The tugging his lips caused
upon her breast,
accelerated at her touch.
The change in pace
caused a soft moan
to escape from within her.
The sweet pang of tingling
subsided
as his pace
returned
to the melodic syncopation
of their desires and dreams.
The cadence of his worship
had the same sleepy soothing effect
that one experiences
when witnessing the waves
settling along the lakeshore
as day turns to night.
Her fingers balled into a fist
within his hair
and she bit her lip
as his face buried and,
smothering himself into her.
He rooted around
mashing his face
against her breast
till he found
what ever caused him to look,
before continuing to suckle.
He had long been asleep
and everything he had done
and continued to do
was completely natural
and unscripted.
This simple act
and shared experience
somehow built upon
the bond they shared.
This was intimacy
in one of its many forms.
She felt at peace.
She felt wanted.
She felt love
As he laid there sleeping.
His lips
Softly tugging at her
As an automatic response
To being latched on to her.
Every little pull
Of his lips
Soothed her.
Thoughts about work or bills
Floated away.
The night grew darker
As her eyelids
Rose and fell
In time
With her slowing heartbeat.
The warmth of his skin against hers
Made her find her peace.
She could feel
How his tongue
Cradled
And pulled at her.
The depth of his desire
And devotion
Released the weight
Of reality
From her.
This is how the day ended
And together they both went
Into slumber.
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Ejaculate Your Soul
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Posted:May 11, 2016 4:36 am
Last Updated:Nov 25, 2016 7:17 am
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From Sapiogurl’s amazing blog - The SapioFiles - The post is titled Ejaculate Your Soul
Look how hard you are baby, I love watching your fuck stick twitching in the air, seeking my touch. Your balls are so full, your throbbing cock hot and slimy with the oil dripping down.
A sticky, slick hand-job, this is what you really need, isn’t it? I know it’s hard to admit at first, but you just want me to control it and get all the stuff out for you don’t you?
This way you’ll stay a very good boy won’t you? Obedient to my whims and desires. You won’t think about other cunts or start playing with yourself like a naughty boy. Do you want me to do this for you every day, baby? Tell me.
Thought I would try to play-off another one of SapioGurl’s posts as a challenge to see if I cold expand upon the story/concept without compromising the succinct power and passion in the original story. I also wanted to try a “letter” style post as a new medium just to see how the perspective and voice were different and how it would play out so here is the result of this little exxxercise;
She comes home and find an envelope upon the kitchen table, standing up against the salt and pepper grinders. His handwriting is easy to recognize. The envelope is simply addressed to My Mistress. She opened the envelope and pulled out the folded letter. His penmanship was never the best but at a glance he can see the time he devoted to not only take care of his handwriting but to write in cursive to add a touch a romance.
My Mistress,
You have just left for work and I am still here throbbing, aching for your touch. I write this letter because I could not find the words to convey what I was feeling when we talked. I will always remember the softness of your fingertip upon my face as you made me promise to be your good boy. I have been yours long before we ever met.
If you so wish, I will be that Alpha when you need me to be. Like the other day in the shower. I know you remember that kiss. How, when I stepped into the shower and even after all this time, you still take my breath away. There I stood as the water ran down your skin. A mesmerizing sight as i followed it flow. Over your shoulders down your spine. How the water seemed to cling to you as if it didn’t want to let you go. It flowed over that amazing ass and cascaded down your legs. You wouldn’t know it by what happened next but I was spell bound. As my hand touched your skin and changed the current of the water, I knew nothing of this world but an all consuming need of you. This is why turned you sideways and backed you against the tile. I don’t know how my lips found yours or remember what the water felt like but I still taste that kiss on my lips every time I taste the rain. I can’t tell if I imagined the smirk upon your face or if it was real. I was so desperate for you I can’t be sure if this uncharacteristic behavior of mine pleased you or not. I do know when I shoved myself inside you and felt your fingers dig into my back. I couldn’t get deep enough inside you. The craving to fuck you and be part of you was unweilding. I delighted in the sounds of us under that hot water. I loved the slick soapness delight of your body pressed against me as I feed upon the power of you. The feel of your breasts smashed by my chest as I lifted you with every thrust, you made me feel whole. The moans you made fueled my ache to be part of you and to claim you. Feeling you cling to me, these are the thoughts and memories that makes me hard and think about you all day.
If you so wish, I will be the Omega like that first night you stayed over. We laid in bed watching tv after a boring day at work. You rolled on top of me and kissed me as my arms held you tight. My body couldn’t stop it’s own reaction to you. I yearn to be part of you. You kissed me and when I tried to roll over you stopped me simply by pulling off your top. You kissed me as your bare breasts grazed against me. My body is primed from just your kiss so we pull off each others clothes as we continue to kiss with you on top of me. I start to roll you over so i can ease into you when you push me back down. Your hands pinning my wrists to the bed. We both know you cant overpower me physically, yet we both know I can never resist your whim. I struggled just enough, to the point you had to make an effort. Your breasts hung in my face so you released a wrist and smothered me against one of them until i sucked. The resistance was over as you sank onto my obsidian form. Your hand smashing my face against you as i sucked and struggled to breathe. You rocked and ground your hips as you found a rhythm and your nipple started to feel that delicious soreness of adoration and want. I leaned back and looked like an angel hovering over me, doing devilish things to me. I watched your beautiful face moan and feel the pleasure. You owned my cock. It became yours. Its intrusion into you filled you just how you wanted as you wiggled and moved so it hit all the right spots. You had fire in your eyes when you looked down at me and had rapture when you threw your head back. What spell did you cast upon me to make me cry out “fuck me, fuck me” over and over, like they were the only two words in existence. I memorized every facial expression every bounce and jiggle of your tits as you fucked me into submission. I can still feel your hands pressed on my chest for leverage and on my thighs as you leaned back for balance. You had me, you made me, you owned me. In that moment, my god that beautiful moment when I surrendered to you, I found the purity of purpose with such clarity I have never known. You straddled me and leaned down over me. Laying on my back, I felt like Michelangelo laying on his back as he finished that last brush stroke of the Sistine Chapel. You arched your back as you rode. I could see you swimming in a pool of pleasure as the currents of need, desire, and bliss swirled around you. I watched you grab and squeeze those breasts as you continued to ride. I felt you squeeze me with every stroke and bounce onto me. I could focus on anything but the pleasure you gave me. I could feel your juices running down the length of me. Your juices glazing my balls when you finally let go. Your moans grew deeper in bass you leaned down and just fucked me with all your might as you came. You weren’t going to stop until you took what you wanted. You wanted my release. You didn’t just make me cum, you willed it. You took it. I have never felt so connected then in those moments when I am inside of you and I got to see the beauty of you and experience your pleasure like I never thought possible. You used me, you loved me, you accepted me all in the same breath. I was forever yours from that moment on.
You know I flirt, it’s in my nature but you know no other could tempt me away from you. It’s you who makes my cock throb and twitch. I can not help but be turned on when I am but I will be your good boy. So when I am in the shower and the thought of you makes my body yearn for you to the point I need a release, I will be your good boy despite the searing pain of not finding pleasure when I need it so. When I am in the car or at work and a memory of you deceives my body into wanting what i can not have at that moment I will be good. The raging hard on will be an untouched monument to you. I won’t be the naughty boy my mind and body make me think I need to be. I am yours, your whims will be my guidance. Please I will do anything, I will do everything in order to feel your touch. My cock will twitch my balls will be bursting wanting a release but they await your whim and your touch. Everything inside of me is yours. Every inch of me belongs to you. Please my Mistress , yes, unequivocally yes I’ll do it. I’ll do it all for you. I will do it for us. Every whim, every desire. I pledge to learn and foresee your wants. All of me, for pleasure of your touch.
Humbly and faithfully yours,
Your good boy
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I'll Wear My Best Red
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Posted:May 10, 2016 6:33 pm
Last Updated:May 14, 2016 3:54 am
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Here is my story inspired by a post a friend of mine made several days ago that she titled I'll Wear My Best Red - Title I39ll Wear My Best Red
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And now the story...
I wake and see the covers
Obey your curves
Highlighting every place
I have been.
Every place I will be again.
I brush the small curtain of locks
That obscure my view
from your face.
I gently roll you onto your back
as you sleep.
I roll
And perch above you
Like a tiger
Trapping it next meal.
My hand
Slithers under the sheets
Snaking its way
Up your soft thighs.
You let out
A soft moan
In your sleep
As you feel my fingers
Slide up and down
Your tender folds.
Ever so subtly
I coax the desire
As you wander between
Wake and slumber.
I watch your breasts rise and fall
With greater effort
As my fingers manipulate you
Like and expert cellist
Does their instrument.
Your eye shut tighter
As your mouth opens
In its need for more air
That your moans extract from you.
You sputter a moan and gasp
As two fingers
Sink into you
Like feet
Settling into the sandy beach.
Not fully awake yet
You instinctively grab my wrist
As if to force me
To stay right there.
I pull my fingers out
Ad give your wetness
A firm smack.
The jolt of electric pleasure and pain
Wakes you .
You open your eyes
And are greeted
By the fiery eyes
Of the predator
Hunting above you.
Before your brain
Can fire and comprehend
Your eyes react and close
As i pounce.
My soft lips
Are not tender in their kiss.
The kiss is a statement,
A connection,
A bond.
As lips grind
And crash against each other
Like crashing waves
Upon the shore.
The kiss lasts the lifetime
Of a moment
Until our need to breathe
Overrules our intent.
I shove my fingers
Back inside you
And I swallow your moan
Into my soul.
Reaching
I grab a handful of your hair
Pulling your head back
Exposing your neck.
My teeth
Rake their way down your neck
Then nibble your ear.
The heavy husk
Of my voice in the morning.
Reveal your instructions.
For my desires
Are you instructions.
“I’m hungry.”
With that
I roll off you
And stand beside the bed.
My cock swollen and erect.
The morning wood
Making no apologies
For existing.
Defying gravity
Like I just defied your pleasure.
This swollen ache
Pointing at you
Less than a foot
From your mouth.
It’s existence
Taunting you.
You watch my hardened cock
Bounce and teeter
With every step I make.
You watch me
Walk over to
The closet
And grab a set of your heels.
I continue the voyage
Around our room
And stop by your vanity.
I pick out the shade of red
That looks best
On those wicked and sweet lips.
The silence of the morning
Hangs in the air
As I simply place the lipstick
Standing up
Upon your bedside stand
And the heals on the floor
Beside the bed.
Putting on a t-shirt
And and a pair
Of my gym shorts
I make my way to the door.
I don’t even look back
As i simply
Walk out of the bedroom.
The soft pulsing
Of your lips
Remind you of the kiss we just shared
And damp desire
You feel between your legs confirms
Just how much
I own your pleasure.
You make your way
To the kitchen
In nothing more
Than the heels
And lipstick.
You hear
My background noise
Of talking heads on the tv
Shouting at over each other
About something something.
I sit
In our big comfy chair
Cleaning out email
And other things
As you make breakfast.
You place the plates
Upon the table
And come to me
To the table.
Never saying a word
But letting your movements
Say what you mouth is not.
We eat our breakfast
And discuss our plans
For today.
Dutifully
You start
To take care
Of the dishes.
I give your ass
A playful slap.
Thank you
Is the validation
You hear
As I slowly stand.
You find yourself
Stuck
Between me
And the table.
My presence makes you learn back
Against the table
Until there is no other place to go.
“Breakfast...”
You bite your lip
When my fingers
Glide up and down
Your feminine folds.
“Was...”
You feel my finger part you
Exposing you to me.
“Delicious”
As you gasp
And feel my fingers ease into you.
My fingers
Move in unison
In and out of you
With my words.
“You”
As my finger push completely inside
“Need”
You feel the long slow draw out
“Something?”
The finger push back in
Feeling your wetness building.
You feel the stretch of your body subside
As I pull my fingers back out.
You answer more eagerly
Than you wanted
As you blurt out.
“YES!”
Your knuckles whiten
As you clench
The edge of the table.
The force of my mouth
Latching onto your nipple
Nearly knock you flat
Onto the table.
My lips tug and suck your nipple
As my fingers speed their way
In and out of you.
The timing of your gasps shortens
The volume of your gasps of breath
Multiplies as i adore you.
You can feel yourself
Getting close.
The need has been percolating
All morning since I woke you.
My lips tugging at you.
Your nipple
Feeling that delicate balance
Of soreness and pleasure.
I pull away
As you feel the heat rise
Inside you.
As I step back
your hands
Still grip the table
As you body feels the torment
Of unfulfilled’ pleasure.
“You have some dishes to do.”
You aren’t sure if it’s the multitude
Of emotions
Or biochemical reactions
Firing within you
But you thought you heard
The faintest echo
Of a chuckle
From within my words.
All you know is
I was near you
Part of me was in you
I was adoring you
And now I am not.
I make my way
Back to the living room
As your body and mind
Struggle to adjust
To the successive
Sudden changes
In stimulus.
The wetness you feel
Between your thighs
And the puckering of your nipples
Feels the cool of the morning air
As you skin radiates
The steam of desire.
Your body doesn't want
To do dishes
It wants
What it has wanted
Since before you woke.
Work before pleasure.
You know your place.
I am busy making a list of items
I will need for today’s project.
After finishing the dishes
You make your way
Over to in front of the TV
And kneel down.
I finish making my list
And preparing for the day ahead.
I stand and walk towards you.
My eyes
Locked onto yours.
You don’t want me
To so easily see into you
That you want to
Avert your eyes
But you simply cant.
I stand before you.
My smile elicits yours.
There is no doubt
With what exactly
You are craving.
I can see
All that your eyes
Show me.
I saw the signs
Of your anxious yearning
As I approached.
I know all the tells
Of your body.
There is no hiding from me
Exact what you want
And exactly how you want it.
I stand before you
As see the silent voice
Your eyes plead with.
The smile
That curls on the right side
Of my mouth
Grants you the permission
You now so desperately seek.
You pull down my shorts
And i step out of them.
Cupping my balls
You run your tongue
Along the underside of my shaft
And wrap
Those red stained lips
Around my semi hard self.
Your tongue and mouth
Pulling the desire in
Until I swell within your mouth.
You move up and down and around.
Gliding over me trying to control my pleasure.
I put myself into
That eager circle of red
I push in and wait for your
To close around me.
You hair makes a great reign
As I pull your lips off me.
I put myself inside my pleasure hole
And yank your head back
by your hair
Once again.
I watch you watch me
Yank and pull you off me.
Over and over again.
Every time you are so eager
To feel me inside your mouth.
Every time
I delight
In watching the wetness
Form contrails
Between me
And your lips
Before they fall
And dribble onto your chin.
I grab the back of your head
And pull you onto me.
My hips
Show no hesitation.
I hold you
Where I want you.
Your mouth
As a place
Where I take my pleasure.
There is no forgiveness
There is no mercy
In each violent stroke
Into your mouth.
I watch that red ring
Take every inch of me.
I hear your gag
I can tell
You delight
In the sounds we make.
There is no playfulness
In those blue eyes
You see staring down at you.
The razor sharp focus
Of the predator above
Pierce deeper into you
More than
My body ever could.
You part suck
Part choke
As I push past your tongue
And find the back of your throat.
Those red stained lips
Daring this bull
To continue to charge.
My body collides against your face
Over and over
In a never-ending barrage
Of fury and passion.
You can barely hear my grunts
As the concussive force
Of me against you
Disorients you.
All you can do
Is feel the rigid hammering
The girth of my desire
And the taste of my skin.
Take it all.
This is what you wanted.
Admit it.
How much more abuse
Can your mouth
And throat take.
Give in,
You head spins
When suddenly
You find
Everything you have wanted.
There is no dampening
The crescendo
Of my moan.
You feel the first surge
And the second
Before you even
Have a moment to taste it.
Your lips suction around me
Forever ravenous
To drink of me.
I continue to thrust
As you take
And taste.
The Red
Feasting and ravaging me.
A portal to your desire
And to my pleasure.
The smeared red
Taking every drop of me.
Thar red
Seeming to want more.
I stay inside
As i slowly go soft.
The red lets little moans and hungry sounds
Escape past
As you continue to taste.
When you are done
You let me fall from your red lips.
Licking them
So as not to waste
Any precious treat.
You look up at me
As my smile shines down
Upon you.
You feel
Your lipstick
And my hot sticky mess
Smeared all over
your lips, cheeks, and chin.
Wearing only
your heels
my release
an that shade of red
you seem happy.
I watch your eyes
Try to search mine
For some sort of validation.
My sexy fucktoy.
You always looks so pretty
When you wear me
and that shade of red.
I see the delight and
Satisfaction In your eyes.
I also see that quizzical look
As you wonder
Just how I knew
Exactly what you wanted.
There is no hiding the belly chuckle
I let out.
“You’re wondering how I knew.”
The half crooked smirk
Give me a moment
To compose myself.
“You’re adorable
When you talk in your sleep.
“I usually know
What you need.
Not sure what
Or who
You were dreaming about;
But when you mumble
Just let me suck your cock already
As you sleep
Think it's safe
To say I know exactly
What you need”
Your red lips
Look so pretty wrapped around
My swollen throbbing cock.
But I see the extra confidence
That additional layer of sex appeal
Your seem to feel and put on.
You let the vixen
And the slut
Walk proud.
You embrace
What you feel inside
Whenever you put on that specific lipstick.
That's why that
Is my favorite shade of red.
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Posted:Apr 5, 2016 10:01 pm
Last Updated:Nov 25, 2016 7:33 am
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He sees
the silent tremor
of his muted phone.
Others on the conference call
listens to one of his peers
drone on about
the roadblocks
they have fixed
and new ones they now face
on this project
they have been working on.
Grabbing his phone
and pressing
the work email app,
he pretends to be checking
an important email
before he brings the phone close
into his lap
and switched apps
so he can see her text.
For you Sir
is the caption of the pic.
He fights hard
not to show any reaction
as the pic
of her
pulling her bra and top
to one side
exposing one of her breasts
finishes downloading.
He can’t stop
the automatic response he has
every time
he sees those breasts
and she knows it.
That’s why she sent it.
She knew
beneath his professional demeanor
She was stirring
devilish desires within him.
She knew
he would be trying to quell
that familiar bulge
that grew by the moment.
As discreetly as possible he replied.
“Not fair
wish I was there babygurl.
In mtg 4 next hr n half
gawd you look so good. talk l8r”
He goes back
to listening to updates
until the next text arrives.
He repeats the process
of checking the text.
A sharp inhale
at what he sees,
forces him
to fake a cough
to conceal the gasp.
He takes a drink
from his bottle
hoping to sell the ruse
as a mere tickle in his throat.
Most don’t even notice
his reaction and
continue to listen to the presenter.
He waits a few moments
before he rechecks the phone.
He is greeted with the sight
of her lovely thighs
spread wide
showcasing
just how wet her thong panties are.
Wet and ready for you Sir.
Was all the text said,
but the soaked thong
trumpeted volumes.
Quietly he texts his response.
STOP IT
cant play now in mtg
time and place 4 it!
He knows she is relishing
being the naughty cock tease.
He switches his phone
back over to the work email app
and puts it down
on his notebook.
Now he is distracted.
They both know
what a wanton cumslut she is.
She wants to appease him.
Cook for him.
Clean for him.
Have his cock
use her any way
any time,
every way
all the time.
She want to give him
a place to be
so when she needs
his strong arms
or to lay in his lap
and just be safe
to just be her
That she has that refuge.
That he is always there for her.
She can’t resist.
She want to give him a reason
to claim her
the second he comes home.
He checks his phone again.
There she is
panties down below her knees
as she bends over
a conference room table.
Her pretty pink pussy
wet with desire
swollen with need.
All fully on display,
an offering to her Sir.
Her needing to be filled
Overrules the smart lady
That she is.
The text reads.
Time n place = here n now
please sir please
your fuckdoll needs u
She eagerly awaited his response.
Nothing came back quickly.
She waits until
his meeting was over,
yet still no response.
No word
for the rest of the work day.
It wasn’t until
She hears him pull in
that she knows when
She would hear from him.
Anxiously
She went over to the couch
bent over,
hiked her skirt up
over her waist.
She spread her legs just so,
so as she stood in her heels
she was just at right height for him
and quietly waited.
He was about forty-five minutes later
than normal.
The solitary grocery bag
and brown paper bag
were the explanation
for the missing minutes.
She expected him
to rush in
and fury fuck her
like she so desperately wanted
and needed.
Instead she heard him
set a few thing on the counter
just out of her line of sight.
The rustling of the bags subsided
And his footsteps echoes closer.
Her body felt
a sense of relief and purpose
when his hand
ran up the back of her leg
and across her tight ass cheeks.
He still hadn’t
uttered a single word.
The gentle touch
Of his hand
glides over her exposed butt.
His hand leaves her
just long enough
for him to come alongside her
and take her hand.
She looked at him
and his eyes
asked her to stand up.
She complied.
His eyes held hers
With an intimate grip.
His hand knew her body well.
He didn't have to see
To know where to place his hands.
His eyes
weigh heavy upon her..
He lets her look
but not see
what he is thinking.
This isn’t what
she was expecting.
No bull rush charge
to claim and use her.
She expected
a fury fuck
for all her naughty behavior.
The silence
is what is said.
The back of his hand
softly caresses
her cheek
before sliding down
and gently grazing
back and forth
over her nipple.
Her smile
mirrors his.
As his smile fades
the back of his fingers
fall away from her.
There is something new
or something she hadn’t noticed
within his blues
when he first got home.
The emotion or thought alludes her
as she tries to look deeper.
It’s not good
nor is it bad,
but it is something,
Curling his fingers
under her top,
the top is slowly lifted
and pulled over her head.
She instinctively knows
silence needs to remain.
The familiar sensation
of his hand
cradling her face,
reassures her
what a great fucktoy
She is
and to acknowledge
She is doing exactly
what she should be doing.
There is sense a sadness
that she feels
as his attentive hand
leaves her beautiful face.
Her bra is removed
and falls on top of your shirt.
She watches him
kneel down before her
to help her out of her heels.
The feeling of his thumbs
forcing their way
between her and her skirt
is the first step
for him
to slide the skirt
over her hips
and onto the floor.
He runs his hands
up the length of her legs.
He doesn’t have to say
how beautiful she is
or how good she feels
because she knows
exactly how he feels
about every inch of her.
He removed her skirt
and then her panties.
She enjoy
how his hands
run and flow
over every curve.
He seems happy,
enjoying the feel of her skin
for several minutes.
He can smell her scent
and see your puckered nipples.
He sees the flow and sway
Of her body response.
Her breathing tells him
She is ready.
Taking her hand
in his,
he leads her to the kitchen.
He pulls a box
From the paper bag.
He opens up the case
And pulls out
A pair of black lace panties
And a remote.
Taking the panties
He kneels down
Allowing her to step into them.
He pulls them up
The length of her legs
Until the thin straps
Rest upon her hips.
His hand
Slides between her thigh
As she feels to curved bulge
Tucked into the panties
Press against her.
His devilish smile
Let her know
Her pleasure
Her torturous teasing pleasure
Is all literally
At his whim
With the simple
Press of a button.
He motioned to the floor.
From there she knelt
And silently watched.
She was naked,
Except for the panties.
The thoughts
Of the delicious fury fuck
Have long disappeared.
Here she waitted
Watched
Obeyed.
He pulled out a pan
And turned on the stove top.
He pulled out several items
From the grocery bag.
She watched him
Effortlessly navigate
The kitchen
A drop of butter in the pan
The distinct sound
Of peppercorns
Being ground
accented the faint aroma
Of the seasoning he used.
The delicious sizzle,
as the steak
hitting the hot pan,
broke the silence of the house.
Grabbing a few vegetables
He proceeded
To wash and cut the them
Into bite size pieces
As the steak seared
It's juices within.
He pulls out the pre packaged salad
Dumps into in a bowl.
Next in go the veggies,
And gives it all a few tosses
By simply flicking his wrist.
The salad tries to escape the bowl
Only to be caught.
Bottom to top
With each churning toss.
Placing the salad on the table
He looks down
And gives her
A gentle smile.
He flips the steak
And spoons
The drippings
Over the top of the steak.
Walking past her
He sets the table for one.
She lets out a sharp moan
When he unexpectedly
Pressed the button
On the remote
Getting the sudden pulsing
Of the vibrator
In her new panties.
The vibe strummed against her
As he turned off the stovetop
And let the steak rest.
She felt the vibrations
Roll through her.
He upped the intensity
As she breathed in sharply
As her body adjusted to the sensation.
In a moment
It was all gone.
He set the remote down,
motioned her
To beside the table.
She kneels beside his chair.
The smell of steak
Fills the air.
He fills his bowl
With salad
And adds dressing.
He turns on the vibe
On its lowest setting
Just enough
To get
And keep her wet.
A long slow massage
And tease.
She watches him eat
And enjoy the meal he cooked.
A meal she should have cooked.
She hadn’t put the pieces together yet.
He was going to show her
He didn’t need her to do
All that she does.
He just needs her.
He wants her.
This is the role
She needs him to be.
Her service
Is her desire.
He cut a piece of steak,
Set down the knife and fork
And picked it up
With his fingers.
He didnt look down
He simply held it out
Towards her
Like he was sneaking
Table scraps
To the beloved family pet.
She took the steak
And ate it
As she was kneeling
Naked on the floor
Beside him.
He took a few more bites
Of steak
Before he pushed
His salad around
And ate the last bite of it.
He cut her
Another bite of steak.
This time she wrapped her mouth
Around his fingers
As she took the steak.
The constant buzz
Of her panties
Was like a growing itch
That needed to be scratch.
She sucked
On his fingers.
He immediately
Pulled his hand away.
Normal
This is where he would fulfill her desires
And call her an eager wanton slut.
But no rebuke
Or any words came.
He didn’t even look at her.
He picked up the remote
And turned off the vibe.
He pointed to the kitchen
As to tell her
To go wait over there.
She had just lost her right
To be near him.
She made her way
Over to the kitchen.
She knelt there
And watched him
Till he finished his meal.
For some reason
She felt a small rush
Of excitement
As she watch him
Take his napkin
From his lap
And pick up his dishes.
He turned on the remote
On the second lowest setting.
As he filled the sink
With hot water.
He made a few more trips between
The table and kitchen
As he brought all the items back.
Turning off the hot water.
He turned to look at her.
His face was stoic
No anger no joy.
His ran over her
As he merely observed
How her body
Was responding.
He had cooked
And now he cleaned.
He turned the vibe up
One setting more
As he started consolidating the leftovers
And filling the sink with dishes.
The subtle seismic quakes
That rattled against her
Made her heart rate
Pick up.
She watched
As he rolled up his sleeves
And sunk his hands
Into the hot water
When they should have been
All over her.
Dish by dish
He cleaned and rinsed.
The little clink
Of the dishes
Settling into the strainer
Only hieghtend
Her bodies senses.
Her panties
Were becoming soaked.
It felt so good
But it wasnt enough
It was a delicious sample
Of pleasure
Yet only being able to look
At the decadent dessert
That was them together
As one.
She could feel her lungs
Try to keep pace
With her desire..
Clink.
As the bowl
Settled against the glass.
Her skin felt electric
As she knelt watching him.
Clink
As the plate
Settled against the glass.
She could feel the wetness
Start to escape
From her panties.
Plink
As all the cutlery
Fell into place.
She could feel
The tightness of her skin
As her nipples pucked
And yearned for attention.
Clank
As the salad bowl
Made space for itself
In the strainer.
He could hear her breathing hard
Trying not to pant
Or moan
As the vibe
Reverberate the pleasure
Deep into her core.
In an instant
With a simple click
Of his finger
On the remote
The sensation was gone.
Her skin was flush
And felt like the heat
Fri her desire
Hissed like steam
Against the air,
He looked over at her
As he wiped the bowl dry.
A self satisfied smirk
Curled his lips
As he watched her breasts
Exaggerate
The heave of lungs
Trying to refill with air.
He knew she was close
To need a release.
He also knew
All the pleasure she enjoyed
With any toy
Was a mere surrogate
For the feeling
Of feeling him
Stretch and fill her so.
He knew the cool down
Would be not what her body wanted
It now no longer want
A release
But it needed one.
He dropped the pan
In the hot water
Then put the bowl in the cupboard
He didn't have to look
To know she was biting her lip
Like she did
When she wanted to say something
When she wanted to just let go and cum
She watched him wash the pan
But her clit still throbbed
She was wet
She was ready
She need to feel
That pleasure
To course through her again.
She slowly shifted
Her weight from leg to leg
So her pussy
Could massage itself.
The denial
Was to much to endure
And she needed more.
Without provocation
He turned and glared at her
The venom in his eyes
Said the words he didn't have to say.
Without looking
He had known
What she was trying to do.
She hung her head
As the shame
Of disappointing him
Was to much to bear.
She couldn't bear
To look at him.
She kept her head down
As he walked back and forth
Cleaning off
The rest of the table.
He had made a plate for her
As well as a bowl of salad.
He wrapped it all up
And placed it in the fridge
Along with the rest of the meal.
She heard him finish cleaning up.
Then snapped her fingers
To call to her
As he walked out to the living room
There he motioned her
To lay
In the corner of the couch.
She laid back
And was facing
The big comfy chair.
He adjusted her into place.
He leaned in close
As if going for a kiss
And then to lay on top of her,
When he pulled away.
He peeled the
Saturated panties
Off of her.
He positioned her
For his optimal viewing.
At this point
Any touch from him
Is what she craved.
He spread her legs
And backed away.
He picked up the clothes
He had removed from her earlier
And folded them all
Into a neat pile.
He left the room for a moment
Bringing back a towel
And some lube.
She watch him
Lay the towel out
In front of the chair.
Piece by piece
He removed
Every single piece of clothing
He was wearing.
He settled into the big comfy chair.
She doesn’t yet know
He was just going teach her
just how much
she is his fucktoy
and he is the one
that dictates her pleasure.
Little does she know
how much it eviscerates his heart
to watch her suffer so.
You could see the passion
And the lust
Just seething from her.
She didnt know
How he has to withhold
His attention and adoration
that she now
so desperately seeks.
He can see her mind
running throughout the day.
How she wanted to excite him
how she wanted him to crave her.
How she needed
to be his fucktoy
so she could shed
Her real world self
and be part of us.
But without this emptiness and need
how else will she learn
how complete
He makes her know
how he makes both of them
whole.
You watch me
Pull out a bottle of lube.
I look at you
Holding your gaze
As I drizzle the lube
With the flair a mixologist
Pouring a drink.
You watch the lube
Slowly run down
The length
Of my erect rigid shaft
Like fresh maple syrup
Down the side
Of a steaming hot stack
Of pancakes.
You watch me
start the journey
to get lost in your world,
without you.
I take myself
Into my hand
and look you in the eye.
My hand
slowly slides up and down
the slick veiny shaft.
My eyes
tell you the tale
That I
don’t need you to cum
and that this time
I am going to without you.
Tonight is about teaching you
punishment
isn’t all spanks and fury fucks.
Wanton cumsluts
don’t get to decide when and where.
You are a fucktoy
I use you anywhere
anytime I want.
Disobedience has a price
and tonight
is a painful lesson
You will learn.
I had asked you
To stop teasing me
Because I cant think
When I think of you.
So now you have to watch me
Find my release
When all you can do is watch.
Thats the pain I felt
The rest of the day
Because I could have you
When you wanted me.
I start pumping my hand
Faster and faster
Up and down my shaft
As I use the image
Of your naked body before me
As the template
Of the fantasy
I am creating.
My eyes
thrusting hard
and fast into
that beautiful pink flower.
Fucking you hard
And deep
Without ever touching you.
My beautiful hand
sliding up and down
My swollen shaft.
My mind
listens to the echos
of the memories
of your moans,
the pleadings
of “Fuck me harder Sir”.
You are helpless
to help me find the release
as you watch
the tension build up within me.
Stroking more and more.
You can see
There are images
And sensations
Twirling around in my head.
My eyes grow heavy
Slowly glazing over
As I covet
The naked body before me.
My lust drunken gaze
latches on
to your breasts.
You can feel my thoughts
tugging at your nipple
as you become mesmerized
watching the rhythmic cadence
of me stroking.
Your pussy is weeping
With the need to feel me
Inside you now.
I murmur your name.
My moans grow louder.
You strain to listen
So you can hear
The very sound of my stroking
As it mimics the sound
We make
When I invade
That wet wanton pussy
Over and over again.
My head has no support
As it falls back.
I am there
on the cusp.
It’s not fair
You are so close to me
but you aren’t
the instrument
of my pleasure.
You watch
As my muscles tighten
My groan
Trumpets your name
Instead of your title.
The memory of you
And the vision of you there watching
Is an outsourcing.
A replacement of you
Right now
You are a spectator
Not my fucktoy.
With this you watch
This Vulcan display
As I erupt.
With the spewing magma
Of my desire and pleasure.
My release
Nearly defying gravity
As it shoots
Toward the heavens
Then flows
Down the length of me.
The cum meant for you,
that should be in
and on you
is now wasted.
Wasted without you.
You witness
Hephaestus mold
That once hardened obelisk
Back into a mailable state.
As the eruptions
And surges slow.
I sit back in the chair,
let's my heart rate slow
And my breathing
To normalize.
This is normally
Where you
clean up your Sir.
Instead
you watch several drops
of my cum
defiantly hang
from the tip of me.
Those drops of cum
are mocking you,
taunting you
with the vision
of what you should have
But don't.
You feel your lips swollen
and your desire drip
as you crave to feel this man.
You want to cry out
to beg and plead
wanting to do anything
to feel me inside you
in this very moment.
You didnt stop teasing
When you should have
Now you cant start
When you want to.
As I recover
I slowly clean up the mess
That I have made.
Clean up myself
And take care of the towel.
Returning to the room
After I sit
In the chair.
I motion you
To come to me.
I can see the loss
In your eyes
But I hide my pain
As I welcome you
Onto my lap
And into my arms.
I hold you close.
The comfort of us
Enables you
To let all the emotions
And reservations
Simply drain from you.
Here you are safe.
Here you can be the you
That you are,
Not the one everyone else sees.
My arms are the shield
That protects you.
Theses shoulder
On which you lay your head on
Carry the load
Of any burden you may bear.
The chest
You rest upon
I the foundation
To which you can forge
anything you desire.
I have shown you
I don't need you for pleasure.
I have shown you
I don't need you for cleaning.
I has shown you
I don't need you for cooking.
Those are simply roles.
Tonight I have shown you
what I want from you
is simply the trust of your
Surrender to me
As I surrender to you.
This predictable man
is trying to be
unpredictable for you.
Right here
On my lap
Or in my arms
Is a spot in this world
You will always have.
These shoulders
Will provide you
A forever safe haven.
Here you are free
Here you just have to be.
Here is where I am.
Time stands still
As I simply hold you.
Our bodies say
All the words
That need to be spoken.
My arms have you
My heart holds you.
The pain of being denied
Has subsided
And you turn your head
To look up at me.
“I’m sorry Sir”
I smile and touch your face
With my fingertips.
You’ve learnt your lesson.
I can feel
The wetness you leave on my lap.
The peace and sanctuary
Of my arms
Has only delayed your need
For release.
Our eyes meet
And adoration and desire
Burns from your eyes now.
A slow smirk
Crawls across my lips.
Seems like you have learnt your lessons
And that behavior should be rewarded.
I push you onto the floor
then yank your head back
By your hair
As I slide myself
Into that tight sweet hole.
“Fucking cumslut cocktease”
Seems like,
You will get that fury fuck
You’ve been wanting all day long.
Will add some author notes later...
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The Simple Truth
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Posted:Mar 19, 2016 7:44 am
Last Updated:Oct 15, 2016 12:43 pm
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It is not sexy
For it is something more.
Each one unique
But in the simple truth
Each one is the same.
Each embrace
Is simply a chapter
In the story of us.
Here is the welcome
that allows me to speak volumes
of how I have missed you
yet I don’t have to say a word.
The smile when I see you
Is how I reach out to you
Before I am close enough
To hold you.
When we ar finally near
I get the rush
Of happiness and purpose.
Feel my arms wrap around you.
My arms gently constrict
And pull you in closer.
Your can feel
the strength of my emotion
And the tender care
Of my adoration.
I pull you close
Till our bodies
Compress and mold together.
Your breasts flattening
Against my frame.
That intimate touch
Is an erotic charge
But not one
We ever have to
Act upon.
We only act upon it
When the moment calls.
The embrace is the solitary goal.
Your body against mine
Letting our souls to speak
in the silence
that surrounds us.
You turn your head
To rest it against me.
My arms
Cocoon you
Into me.
The wall,
the shield,
form the fortress
around you.
Letting the world
Crash against me
So all you feel
Is the safety
Of my feelings for you.
Let the warmth of our embrace
Radiate
And warm you
With a sense of belonging.
Let yourself feel
How much I missed you
And how good
You make me feel
When I have you close.
Lay your head against my chest
As the darkened living room
Is illuminated
By the movie we are watching.
Feel me adjust the blanket
And tuck it behind you
To ensure
Your are completely covered.
Get lost
In what’s happening
Upon the screen
And let me be
The only tether
To reality.
My hand subconsciously moves
And caresses your back
Every now and again.
Just to reassure us
That we are both here.
I may chuckle
When you squeeze my arm,
clutch my shirt,
or even jump
At the images of fiction
That flash across the room.
But there is no better way
To spend a lazy rainy day
Or quiet night
Than have you
Curled up next to me.
It makes me
Want to be,
The place where you belong.
Lay your head
Upon my lap
Or curl up into my arms
As i sit in my chair.
Whatever it is
That vexs you
Or has pained you
It is ok.
I am here.
Let me be your sanctuary.
My arms wrap around you
So you can close yourself off to the world
And open yourself up to me.
No words need to be spoken
Unless you need them heard.
I will take no action
Save hold you
And never let go.
Close your eyes.
Breathe.
Lose the negative inflence.
Feel me.
Listen to my heartbeat.
Can you hear it yet.
I tighten my grip around you
Ever so slightly.
Here you are safe.
Here there are never any judgements.
Here you
Can always be you.
Here you are appreciated
For being you.
Just breathe,
Let the tears flow i you need.
Let yourself heal
From whatever wounds
You may have endured today.
I am here.
Just breath.
Let it all out.
Let it all go away.
Do your hear it now
Thump-thump
thump-tump
That is me
That is the call
Of your safety.
I am the barrier
To the world.
They can crash upon me like waves
But i will never yeild
While you are here.
Just breathe.
I am here.
Hold me
As our bodies recover.
Let me be part of you
Even if i am no longer
Inside you.
Lay beside me
or lay on top of me
and rest your chin
on my breastbone
If you need.
Just don’t leave.
Let me run my fingers
Run through your hair.
Allow me the privilege
To brush a few rogue strands
Away from your face
So i may look into your eyes
And hold your gaze.
Just want to feel your soft skin
Next to mine.
Want to hold you close to me
To make these fleeting moments last
A few breathes more
I want to hold your attention
As well as you.
The sex
May be out of this world
But these moments afterwards
Is what makes it memorable.
Let the primal hedonistic lust
Be tempered by the victorian illusion
Of what romance should only be.
That is where the true connection
Is held.
Hold that connection
As I hold you here.
This is how
You can fall asleep.
Lay your head
Upon my chest
Drape your leg over mine
As my arm wraps around you.
One arm along your back
The other crosses over me
So my hand may run
Up and down your arm and shoulder.
Close your eyes.
Relax.
Feel the thump
Of my heartbeat
As my chest
Gently rises
And falls.
Let me be the cadence
Of your serenity.
Don’t let your mind fight
What your body is asking for.
Give into the fact
There is nothing that needs to be done.
Just be.
Just be.
I will still be here in the morning.
I will be that rock and support.
Let my masculine grace
Be what makes you feel whole.
I will always be here
Whenever you want
Or need me.
This is the simple truth
Of each and every embrace
That we share.
Authors note- so in between actively writing two stories (and a third mucking about my empty head) my mind forced this lil number out into the world. Was kind of an exercise in the variation of an embrace and how different they all are but in the context of a relationship can all ultimately be the same thing. (Kind of like how an emotion call be conveyed differently in song, art, poetry, story telling and reenactment ) Hopefully I can finish one of the other ones so I can work on the one I want to submit for the publishing call for submission
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Looking for some feedback...
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Posted:Mar 6, 2016 1:33 pm
Last Updated:Apr 8, 2016 12:34 pm
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There is a call for submission I am contemplating on attempting. Despite having 3 stories bombarding my pervy brain trying to go from mind to words all at the same time I thought It would be good to throw my proverbial hat in the ring with this whole writing adventure. There is a call for submission from one of the podcasts I listen to I am thinking about submitting. She will be turning the stories in an audio book as well as an ebook. What I am wrestling with is what writing style I should use. The prosetry (prose/poetry) style comes very natural but I feel a more traditional approach would be better received.
I would greatly appreciate what you think of the unique style I some times write with. Is it distracting, helpful, don't really notice? Thank you 
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