Morning Rideshare
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Posted:Feb 28, 2016 12:50 am
Last Updated:May 7, 2017 4:55 pm
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I knock on your door
and let myself in.
“Brought you coffee and breakfast babygurl.”
I may play the role
of the alpha
doing everything I can
to be your Sir,
but you also know
the softer side
the one that always smiles
whenever I see you
or hear from you.
You are still getting ready
but still come out to see me.
You lay your top
over the back of the chair.
The pop of turquoise
that fill,
that
what is that like
a paisley or floral inspired design
along the hem of your top.
Whatever it is
I know it’s just going to make
your soulful blue eyes shine.
I can’t help but think
that its good we dont work
in the same office
because we would never
get any work done.
II set the pastry box on the counter
as you make your way to me,
and I just can’t think straight
when you are like this.
You are teasing
without even trying.
There you are in
a sheer lacy bra.
Little floral vines
breaking up the see through quality.
You have me so distracted
I can’t even tell
what color it is.
Light muted blue?
Teal?
Gawd you must know
I am going to have this image of you
all day long now.
I can't think
with you standing there
in just a bra and
those black slacks.
Those pants
are the embodiment
of your public you.
Classy, professional,
with a hidden naughtiness.
They aren’t skin tight
in the least,
they have a natural flow
but somehow perfectly follow
your stunning silhouette.
So well put together
with a subtle tease
that usually goes unnoticed
to the naked eye
But is registered
in their mind
You always wave off compliments
about your beauty
being God and genetics
And it's a mere fraction
of the reason
I find you so attractive
So amazing
But that doesn't make you
Any less sexy beautiful.
You snap me out
Of my adoring daze
When you take your coffee
From my hand
And give me a peck
upon my now hungry lips
“Thanks baby”
“Welcome babygurl.
You going to be ready in 10?”
Tilting your head just so
and giving me a look.
“You know me.”
“That I do babygurl.
So…
will be be four or five seconds to spare.”
I chuckle at my own joke
as you give me a playful push.
“Oh stop.”
you say trying not to laugh.
My question about supper tonight
is interrupted
when my phone goes off.
I try to not act annoyed when
work calls before the start
of the workday.
You watch me nod in agreement
and throw in the occasional
“Uh huh.”
as the person on the other end
prattles on and on about something.
You start teasing
seeing if you can distract me
from my call.
When I look over
you start running your hands
up your hips and body
following your sumptuous form,
over your breasts.
You give your breasts a squeeze
leaning forward
ever so slightly
trying to lure me in.
I mouth the word stop
so I can focus
on the call.
You are taking such pleasure
watching me try to maintain
my professionalism
as the fabric of my pants
strain against the
ever growing bulge
you created.
You keep teasing,
tracing the shape
and curve of your breasts,
squeezing them,
even pinching your nipples
just so.
I know what you are trying to do.
Testing your boundaries
see how easily it will be
to make me play the role you want.
You want to see
how far it goes
before your sir arrives.
I give a very angry look
cover the phone with my hand
and quietly shout
“Stop it.”
This only fuels your fire.
You push the cups
of your bra
under your magnificent breasts.
You take great delight
in seeing my pants strain
against the full might of my desire.
You can watch
my shoulders heave
as they seethe with lust and frustration.
You can feel the tease
work on you as well.
Knowing that cock
hidden behind the fabric,
that cock
that has enjoyed
and used you
every way
you both imagined,
is there
calling to you.
Feeling your hands
running over your skin
is almost like
they are my hands
savoring how you feel.
You can feel
that familiar sensation
your body wanting me
preparing to feel
that caged desire
to plunge deep into you.
I hang up the call
and you can taste
my demeanor.
I grab something
off the counter
and my feet thump
their way to you.
I grab a fist full of your hair
and use it like a lease
dragging you
to the living room
and throwing you
onto the couch.
“You fucking slutty cocktease.”
My breathing hisses
like water
on a burning wood stove.
“I was on the phone,
you were supposed
to be getting ready
so we could get to work.”
“We can still just go”
you say
despite your body’s wanting
to stay.
“You couldn’t even
control yourself
for 10 minutes you pathetic .”
I toss the jar
I have in my hand
and it bounces
on the cushion beside you.
Coconut oil.
I kick off my shoes
and you watch me
take off my belt
and the pants follow.
“Bitch lay down
like the you are.”
The words
bounce around the room
and heighten your senses.
You lay down on your back
as your head hangs
over the edge
as you look up at me
upside down.
My cock stands angrily over you
as I grab the jar of coconut oil.
You can see the veins and contours
running along the underside
of the rigid shaft.
“Take off that bra now.”
You quickly comply and immediately feel
both my hands
slap and grab both breasts
in my slick hands.
My hands
kneed and paw at your breasts
as I coat them in the oil.
You can smell the coconut
and nearly taste my musk.
My legs straddle your head.
My hands squeezing
your breasts together.
Your nipples hardened,
pleading for attention.
Instead you watch
myc cock
approach and loom closer
and closer.
Leaning down
I shove myself
into that beautiful canyon
of your cleavage.
I mash your breasts
even closer together.
My balls swing
and smack against your face
as I build a rhythm
Words today
are a luxury we dont have.
I grunt and moan
like a primordial primitive man.
Fucking those tits
with no regard
to your pleasure.
My ass grinding
against your face
with each enraged thrust.
You are rocking your hips
with each thrust
wishing the velvet encased steel
was inside you
not sliding over you.
You can feel me
against your skin
but its not the same
as when I invade
any part of you I want.
Your hand
starts to slide
under your pants
on its own accord.
You natural quest
for pleasure and release
is met with a firm slap
to your swollen lips
through those black pants.
“Worthless cock tease fuck toys
don’t get to decide
when they can play
or when they can cum.
I am the only one that can do that.”
“Yes sir”
you manage to whimper.
I smash your breasts
back together
encasing my cock
within you.
Fast and faster I pump
loving the soft
yet firm full sensation
of your tits
stroking me.
You hear me groan
like an old barn in the wind
when your tongue
teases and swirls
around my ass.
Faster
I pump between those tits.
You can hear my breathing
flailing as oxygen
is bypassed for want.
The more you lick
the faster I fuck those tits
watching my cock disappear
as those tits
bounce and jiggle.
I am so close
but I dont want to stop
using you as my fucktoy.
I stand up and take
a shuffle step back
and start stroking
above you.
You hear that familiar catch
of my groan
as I make one last effort
to delay the inevitable eruption.
Looking up
and watching my hand
glide back and forth
over me.
You watch whats comig next.
I grunt
like its the only word
in my lust ladened language.
You see my cock lurch
as the release
surges and explodes.
You feel my hot cum
land upon your chest
as more follows
on your tits and face
with each frantic stroke.
I keep stroking
till every drop of me
is now covering you.
I dont hesitate
or seek permission.
I simply
put my semi hard cock
into your mouth.
Ever the eager cumslut
you gladly work on
cleaning me up.
You feel
a twinge of sadness
when my spent cock
is taken from you.
“That is what no good
cock tease whores get.”
I say with a snarl.
Grabbing my clothes,
I walk away.
I leave you on the couch
covered in me.
I reenter the room
to see you there
joyfully licking up
every delicious drop of me.
Fully dressed
I come over and kneel
beside you.
Watching you drag your tongue
over the slope of your breast
to claim that part of me
and licking your lips.
“We have got to get going babygurl”
You look up at me
and I can’t help but smile.
I take a wet facial wipe
and start to clean up
the mess
you made me make.
I take the wipe
over to the trash
and grab your top
as you quickly
finish getting ready.
I give you a wink.
“You are such a good
but oh so naughty fucktoy.”
You make yourself presentable
for the workday
and grab your coffee.
We hurriedly make our way to the door
To try and make up time
During the morning commute.
As you open the door
I wrap my arm
Around your waist
And pull you against me.
“Don't think for a second
I am done with you .
My naughty fucktoy
Will be punished
when we get home”
You spin around to face me
Giving a pouty look
you try to use your
Beautiful blue eyes
Like a sad puppy
Begging their master
For a treat.
You knew we had to leave
But had to tease.
“Can't we just play hookey,Sir”
My response was as fast
as a praying mantis strike.
You grimace
and stifle a moan
as you feel
the delicious pain and pleasure
of having your nipples pinched.
“Look at the filthy cumslut
Trying to be a cock tease
Knowing we don’t have time
You have your you need to see today”
“Is it wrong
to want to be controlled by you,
to want to please you Sir?”
“Not at all babygurl.
But we do need
to get going.
You are just such a naughty vixen.”
“Yes Sir all for you.”
You say
with the cutest twisted smile.
With that
we head out to the car
hoping we aren’t too late
to work.
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Back To Work
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Posted:Feb 24, 2016 5:04 am
Last Updated:May 7, 2017 4:31 am
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When the workday
is just too much
I am your refuge.
Close your eyes
and there I am.
Lean back and let me
wrap you up
into our own little world.
I can be the shoulders
you rest your head on
and the arms wrapped around you
you find solace in.
Yet that is not what
you really need now.
Let the memory of my words
cascade and caress their way
down under your work clothes
so you are naked to me
and not the world.
Lean back
I am always there when you need me
even if sometimes
only a corporeal form.
I am consciously
in your subconscious.
Can you feel the images,
the emotions
work their way down you
form my hands.
These words spoken
these words written
now cupping your breasts
here at your work.
The intensity of the memory
translates to the intensity
for which you feel these invisible hands
squeeze your breasts.
That little breeze you feel,
that is me softly growling in your ear
“MYYYY tits”
as you feel the familiar pinch
and tweak of your nipples.
The words,
my words,
that resonate within you
as you sit there
at lunch
or at your desk.
It’s ok slide your hand
over mine
and help me squeeze
and fondle you
as the lustful seeds
I planted in your mind
come into bloom.
No one is watching,
it’s just me and you.
Feel my hand
through your hand
take my words
and paint
our scene together.
Let the images flow
from your
sophisticated saphiosexual cerebellum
to our hands.
Feel the words
twist and coil
fondle and caress
thier way thru you.
I know you are now
feeling that familiar heat.
and you can feel me
behind you.
Feeling the tension and toil
of desire
pressed against you.
Like barbarians
at the gate
ready to invade,
sack,
plunder,
and pillage
every inch and remnant of you.
I know you can imagine the
battering ram
getting into postion
as you get the hot oil
ready to bathe
the intruders.
Shhh its ok.
It;s just us here
in this little world
I know all your desires
Release your thoughts
unto me.
Feel the army of our hand
slowly march south.
Bite your lip
to muffle the moan
for there are spies all around.
Just enjoy the sensation
of my fingers
finding your secret entrance
be all that you know.
Let your mind
see all that you want
all that you're too afraid to admit
that you want,
so you can see everything
from behind your closed eyes.
Hear the sound of us
as your fingers follow mine
into you.
The fog of war
will soon set in
let the images and thoughts
bombard your mind.
Are you picturing that battering ram
slamming against the doors
as it shake the very foundation.
Are you my princess in this vision
or my fucktoy.
Either way
you are mine.
Two fingers inside you
or is it me.
Give in to th moment
what is it you are seeing
as you feel me.
Let go
embrace my words
as I embrace you.
Keep biting that lip
smell our musk.
Let go
Cum for me.
Words,
images, thoughts
Let me fill you.
Cum for me now.
Grip my words
let your body quake.
Shhhhhh
I am here.
Let it wash over you.
Your coworkers will never know
what we just did,
but we will.
I play the role
for your pleasure.
Your pleasure
is my pleasure.
Cumslut fucktoys
can still be adored like a princess,
it’s just a matter of how.
Feel the beautiful wet mess
we have made together.
Every time you move
and feel the wet reminder,
I will be there.
Now open your eyes
and get back to work.
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Black Leather Dress
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Posted:Feb 20, 2016 12:56 pm
Last Updated:Oct 5, 2017 11:53 am
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He pulled his phone out as he made his way to the car to text her. Scoffing at himself, Mack clicked Cancel and pulled up her number. “Hey babydoll. How was your day?” Listening along he nodded, as if she could see him listening to her. “I am on my way now. I just want to make sure this is all what you really want for your birthday. You don’t want to go eat first or anything?” He chuckled at how excited Heather was about going to the club. It was never his scene, it was always to loud, never very intimate and even people watching was hard with the constant fight between pulsating lights, deep dark shadows and bone jarring bass sounds. She wanted to dress up feel sexy and have fun, so that’s what she will have. “Be there in twenty minutes or so, luv ya.” He ended the call and tossed the phone in the passenger seat and made his way to the club.
He pulled into the parking lot and Heather was anxiously waiting there. That little vixen was definitely asking for trouble and she knew it. She beamed a huge smile and hurried over to him as he put the car in park. She wore her black leather dress that zipped up the front. Grommets ran down along both sides of the zipper as if it should be laced up like a sneaker. The black leather barely made it’s way down to the middle of her thigh. The leather hugged her curves tighter than a second skin. The ensemble was completed by knee-high black leather boots. The very top of her cleavage gave a not so subtle tease to the bounce of her breasts being pressed together. This outfit was meant to cause looks and lears, and it always did just that. The black leather looked like molten chocolate contrasted to her curly blonde locks and creamy porcelain skin. Heather all but jumped into Eric’s arms as he got out of the car. Chuckling at her exuberance “Hey babydoll, happy birthday.” He pulled her even closer, pinning her body to his. Holding her for a few beat more than normal just enjoying how she felt and giving her the calming reassurance that tonight would be all she hoped and more.
“Is that my present?” She asked excitedly as she sees the wrapped box in his backseat.
“You don’t get that till we get home.” Releasing her and taking a half step back he gave a deliberate full head to toe and back again look. “Well” He cleared his throat “someone is certainly trying to turn some heads and inspire some not so innocent thoughts tonight.”
“I wore this so I could have a fun night and get whatever I wanted.” Putting on an over dramatic puppy eyes and pouty lip looks, “I really want my present, pllllllllleeeaasssse.”
Grabbing her hips he spun and pinned her back against the car to bring an intimacy and conviction to the words he was about to utter. “The present will wait until we get home like I said, all in good time.” His hands rushed from her hips to her breasts as he leans in closer. The sudden jolt of feeling his fingers pinching both her nipples thru the leather made her gasp. His fingers held her nipples captive as he just bore his eyes into hers. Silence resonated between them as she tried to breath thru the intense pulsating current of feeling her nipples pinched by her lover. From a distance it just looked like two lovers getting ready to kiss, but it was so much more than that. “Admit it.” His words were whispered but echoed thru her entire being. “You wore this outfit because you wanted to push that line between cock tease and cumslut dont you.”
Heather bit her lip as his touch and words stoked the wanton desires she felt. She could feel herself getting wet. How did this man always know how to read her to take her from joy to lust within seconds she wondered. Her breath caught again when he tweaked and twisted her nipples, just so. His speech slowed so she could hear and understand him through the delicious electric pain her nipples felt. “Admit it. You want the attention. You want every cock you pass to be hard and want to fill you. You want to make the ladies to think of you as a five dollar she can’t leave her man with. You want to walk that line between cock tease and cumslut. Admit it.”
She started to lift up to her tiptoes as he knuckled her nipples back into her breasts and lifted them.
“Yes, yes. I want to make them all want me. I wanted to tease you and make you jealous and show you how all the guys want me. I wanted to tease you and make it so you can’t keep your hands off me.”
Eric chuckled as the white hot pain of her nipples made it hard for Heather to focus.”Nothing you can do can ever make me jealous. What are you.”
God every moment he touched her, every word he spoke made her want him. Her tease had backfired and her tight little pussy was longing to be filled by him. It had made itself so wet he would so easily slide right in where he belongs. She needed to feel complete and only felt complete when he filled her. She didn’t care what part of her was filled as long as he was inside her. Eric’s voice grew a little more stern and several octaves deeper. “What..are...you.”
Heather threw her head back hoping it would help resolve the blissful pain. “Your fucktoy big daddy” she whimperd.
“What are you.”
“Your fucktoy.” she said louder than she meant. Instantly he release her nipples and she settled back down onto her feet. Her head was still slightly spinning as her body slowed and returned to normal. She felt a soft kiss on her lips as her chest continued to heave desperate to fill with more oxygen. Opening her eyes there he was, watching and waiting letting her body finally came down of the high “Good. You ok now? Ready to go in?” he said as he caressed her cheek.
Giggling “Yeah I am good, you evil evil man.”
His smile helped her feel grounded as his blue eyes looked into hers so all the unspoken words could be said without a sound. He brushed a rogue golden lock from in front of her forehead and then took her hand. “Well let’s go in and make it so you have the best birthday.” They walked towards the bar side of the building. It was a weird set up he thought one side a bar other side a night club. Every time he approached the building he wondered if it was first a bar and then they bought the next door shop and turned it into a club or vice versa. It was one stand alone building but was set up like a strip mall but for two shops. Weird but she liked it there, so that’s where they went. He opens the door for her and she makes her way towards one of the stand up tables towards the back.
The owner behind the bar gives them a smile as they walk by and two of the guys at the bar don’t hide thier head turn or the fact they devour the sight of her from head to toe. Eric’s hand slides down from her lower back to give her butt a pinch as they arrive at the table and sit down. Heather could feel the gazes run all over her body like a hot morning shower. She took great pleasure in watching one couple at one of the booths. She enjoyed the social dynamic. Married late forties, early fifties maybe very conservative and stereotypically traditional she thought. Heather almost felt sorry for the man knowing he was going to have to listen his wife bitch and moan all night about “that floozy” at the bar. Her regret was abated as she watch him readjust the napkin in his lap to hide the raging hard-on he now had. Somehow thinking he might rub one out in the shower tomorrow morning thinking of her made her feel a spark of excitement. She caught the guy drowning his sorrows at the far end of the bar dragging his eyes up and down her legs as he licked his lips. She could almost imagine him thinking what it’s like to lick his way up and down her body. Her little observations were interrupted when the waitress came over about ordering.
Heather and Eric ordered a couple of appetizers since they were skipping the dinner out option. They sat and talked about their day and played a game of trying to figure out what everyone there is thinking. Eric found it somehow adorable how, whenever they ate out she always ate off his plate. There she was grabbing a fry off his plate and dipping it into the ketchup even though there was still plenty of fries on her plate and in the basket. It was those little things that always made it fun with her. Eventually they finished and Eric paid the bill so they made their way over to the club.
It was still fairly early so the club was still filling up and there was plenty of room on the dance floor. The found a spot and started to unwind and dance. Even in the dark environment The way the light reflected off the smooth glossy leather gave the impression of a kaleidoscope. They move to the beat and she makes every chance she can to rub up against him or feel his hands on her hips as she backs ups and grinds him. Other guys constantly come up next to her and try to dance with her and she indulges them for a little while before moving onto the next and always back to Eric. The way her hips and curves move hypnotizes many of the guys in the room and their lingering gazes only adds to her energy and wanting to dance more. After a dozen or so songs Eric taps out, gives Heather a kiss and goes and sits down. Like wolves after a kill, immediately several guys surround Heather and they continue to dance.
Eric watches everything making sure someone doesn't take it too far. He watches the hands on her hips as she grinds them. The way each one peacock trying to be the center of her attention, to be one to feel her body. He wonders if any of them realize she isn’t wearing panties. The songs change over and over again but the thump thump thump remains constant as more and more people filter in. He enjoys watching Heather in her element, have a good time. It is always amusing to see all the different technique guys use to try and get a closer looks at her chest and cleavage some of them don’t try to hide it at all. Somehow that thought is funny to him. The night carries on and aside from a few gropes that Heather handled herself most of the guys behaved even as she dance teased and grinded against them. Heather kept looking over to make sure Eric was watching.
She finally makes her move.and wraps her arm back around the back of one of her would be suitors neck and straddles his leg.She rubs and grinds against his leg like she is in the rodeo. Eric makes his way over to her and grabs her arm and hauls her out to the parking lot. Eric walks with a purpose and Heather double times it to prevent from being dragged by the arm.
They make it back to his car. “You are nothing more than a useless filthy cumslut . Willing to take any and every dick you can get your hands on.” Heather hangs her head to avoid his glare and harsh words. “Look at you such a fucking cock tease. Wearing this slutty outfit teasing every guy you can till you find a few you want to fuck like some dish rag . You like every guy checking you out. Wondering just how perfect those perfect breasts are.” Grabbing the zipper he unzips her dress down to where it ends at the waist. He takes both hands and pulls back the top of her dress exposing both her breasts.You can almost hear the hiss as the heat and sweat from her body hits the cool moonlit air. Her nipples puckered from desire and the cooling caress of the air.
“Oh you fucking trollop . Look at you. Your nipples are hard wanting attention wanting to make everyone see your tits. Such a fucking slut. Oh my god you are probably wet aren’t you.”
Eric forcefully steps towards her and she tries to step back only to feel the drivers side door blocking her escape. She tries to push her knees together, but Eric wedges his knee in between and kicks her legs apart as he shoves his hand under her dress. “You fucking slut. I can’t believe you. You are so fucking wet.”
Heather bit her lip as his hand slapped her aching pussy several times.
“We will see what they all think of your perfect tits when they aren’t so perfect anymore. His face dove into her cleavage fulling pinning her against the car. He nuzzles his in against her breasts as his hand slides behind her back and pulls her closer as he sucks hard. She can't help but clasp the back of his head with her hand. He sucked and sucked for what seemed like an eternity. She could almost feel the bruise forming. His brand, his claim, he was saying she was his and his alone and that exactly what she craves. He pulled away and undid his belt growing “On your knees you worthless cumslut.” Heather greedily dropped to her knees and pulled out his bulging cock. Before she could react, he grabbed the back of her head and forced his cock into her mouth. I keep pushing himself deeper into her, down her throat and held it there as the tears welled up in her eyes. “Act like a cumslut, and I will treat you like a cumslut.” He pulled back and she gasped to catch her breath only to have him start fucking her mouth hard and fast.
Gradually he slowed so she could recover.
“Suck it! Show me how much you want it”
Heather was all too eager to do just that. She let her lips run up and down the long curved shaft that was before her. She ran her tongue along the underside feeling every contour and vein, delighting ing the moans she heard. She lifted him and traced her tongue around the base before taking his balls into her mouth. She suck them and played with them with her tongue. His finger sunk into her hair as his moans grew louder.
“You are so hungry for my cum are you, you naughty cumslut.”
She moaned her agreement as she continued to suck. She went back and took him into her mouth and enjoyed the sensation of him inside her, his hands on her, her hands on him. She bobbed her head back and forth sucking all she could. She wanted to feel him erupt. She kept sucking and uscking trying to draw him into her.His moans, the taste of him made her so wanton, so wet. She needed this man she needed part of him to be part of her. The more she sucked the more she wanted. His hips began to thrust as he resolve weakened. The more he moaned the more she ached. Her pussy was quivering with need to feel him to engulf him.
“Stand up and bend over slut.”
She quickly complied and put her hands on the car. He shove her dress up and gave her ass a firm spank. She grit her teeth to stiff the moan. He put his hand between her shoulder blades and pushed her down more. She braced herself placing her hand on the windshield feeling to cold seep into her thru the smooth surface of the glass. She was so close and needed the release. Eric yanked her head back by her hair. “Look at you, you desperate cumslut. You are such a , rubbing and grinding up against any guy that will have you. Rub that clit you pathetic .”
He didn’t have to say it twice as her left hand found her swollen clit and she couldn’t help but moan at pleasure her fingers found. Biting her lip as she rubbed, she could still taste the salt of his skin on her lips as the sounds of her fingers pleasing her. Her fingers furiously rubbing, delving sliding in and around her as her breathing became ragged. Her juices were already running down her thigh and no matter how good her fingers felt, it wasn’t him. She didn’t just want, but needed him to fill her. “Please.”
She grunted when the palm of his hand landed firmly against her ass. Growling “Please what.” reverberated against her skin.
She felt the tip of him right there and feel it craze her when she moved just so. Panting with pleasure and primal need she pleaded in a hushed tone “I need your cock in me please, please please.” Heather continued to implore.
“Why should I fuck you. Look at you throwing yourself at every guy in there like some cheap . You are such a fucking slut, you just want any cock inside you and don’t care where you are. Look at you begging to be fucked in a parking lot like you are turning a trick.”
She rocks her ass back against him trying to coax him in. The fiery sting of his hand thunders against her wanton ass forcing her to let out small yelp. “Plea-eeease” her words heavy with lust and desperation.
He takes a fistful of her golden hair and pulls her head back and waits for her. The sounds of her fingers rubbing and plunging into her fills the air around them . His cock is right there primed by her mouth and desire. There it waits as her back arches as he pulls her head back. Dammit why isn’t he inside me her body screams.
“Fuck me” she yells, to the shock of two couples 25 feet away making their way to the club. Four heads turn looking for whatever that sound was they weren’t sure they heard. The rest of the world doesn’t matter anymore to her. Nothing exists but him, the moment he shoves himself completely inside her. The rest of the universe disappears as she feels the length of him the curve and contour of him, invade her hard and fast over and over. The cool evening air made her skin hypersensitive. She could feel the push of wind each time he slammed himself further and deeper into him. Her exposed breasts sway and her nipples graze the cold metal of the car hood as his wrists turns, twisting her hair. Both were lit fuses ready to explode.
“Cum for me you filthy cumslut.”
Heather couldn’t keep her eyes open as her body bucks against him, her ass slamming hard against him desperately trying to meet his primal thrusts. She could feel the juice running down her thighs as her body starts to tense and their breathing is more grunts and moans than breath. How he fits inside her stretching her just so. It was like she was made to fit him, and he to break her. Together they were more complete, more whole. Her head heavy with lust and exhaustion yet her neck strains as he pulls her head back. She was his, she was claimed and never wanted it to end. He felt so good inside and wanted her juices to seep into his skin so she could be part of him. Her body betrayed her as she felt all of him slam up into her. Her body clamped down hard on him as she gasped and groaned through the first wave of pleasure. She felt her walls quake and grip him tight as he continue to jackhammer into her. Even though she was spent her body continued to constrict around him milking every drop. He held her there for a moment as their bodies slowed and let the last tremors rumble through them. Slowly Eric backed out letting himself more slide out and fall from her then be pulled out. He took few steps back letting Heather turn around. She knew her duty and got on her knees. Slowly she dragged her tongue along the base and then the length of his shaft, tasting their combined juices. She took him into her mouth and started to suck and lick him clean. His hand ran over her hair, cradling the back of her head. “Such a good sweet fucktoy.” She moaned as she continued to suck him clean. She started liking his balls before sucking them and looked up at him as his fell drifted back. Her eyes and focus went back to the task and made sure not to miss anything. Resting back on her heels she looked up to she his blue eyes watching her. The gaze held for several moments as she awaited his decision if she had completed her job to his satisfaction. She watched as his lips curled up into a smile and she couldn’t help but smile knowing she had pleased him. The rush of accomplishment heated her skin in one quick wave as he helped her to her feet.
Eric adjusted himself and made himself presentable as Heather stood there watching. Stepping closer Eric’s frame loomed over Heather’s as he grabbed the zipper and started to zip up her dress. Their eyes never left each other as the slow mechanical click of each teeth of the zipper locking into place made its way up her body. Catching the little spark in his eye his words fell heavy on her skin. He slowly started pulling the zipper back down. “Would be such a shame to hide that little bruise of yours. I think it needs to breathe.” Heather tried to suppress the urge to pant as her lungs failed to breathe. His eyes so focused on her she felt completely naked, yet never more confident. The zipper stopped about two inches above her belly button. It was as if one wrong move and her breasts would burst free from the second skin that was desperately trying to restrain them.
Heather was getting wet again even though she could still feel him leaking out of her and running down her thigh. He leaned in till his lips were nearly touch hers. This way his words would be kissing her.
“Happy”
“Yes” she exhaled.
The question of “Good Birthday?” fell against her lips.
The excitement and tension made it so she could she could barely catch her breath and it was almost impossible to let the word out. “Yes.”
He pressed his body to hers. “Is this what you wanted.”
Her heart was beating so fast she wasn’t sure she could answer. “Ye-ye-yes.”
“It turned you on everyone thinking you were a dirty cumslut didnt it.”
Heather’s body was going weak with him being so close that she could taste his words. Her shoulders slumped as if saying the word pull all her energy from her. “Yes.”
The sadness of him taking half a step back were quickly supplanted with his fingers rubbing her and delving inside her making her grab his shoulder for balance. Like a quill to the ink well his fingers plunged and dabbed inside her. He took his soaked fingers and started to write upon her chest. Writing and plunging writing and plunging. When he finished he ran his fingers along her lips and kissed her so they could taste each other once more. Her eyes were still shut as the kiss lingered on her lips after his lips were no longer there.
Walking back towards the club, Heather leans wraps her arms around his and rests her head against him. She was so content to have him close and looked up at him as they walked. “Trollop? You know you almost made me laugh with that one.”
“Sorry babydoll it just popped into my head must be all that Downtown Abbey crap you have me watching or something. But you seemed to manage ok.”
She hugged his arm tighter. “Yes I did. Thank you”.”
“Anything for you babydoll.”
The flickering sign welcomed them to club entrance as the bouncer enjoyed the full view of her cleavage. despite not knowing something was written there. He gave Eric a wink and let them pass as they showed the stamp on the back of their hands.
Walking through the club back out onto the dance floor the blacklights and party lights shimmered on her skin and illuminated exactly what he wrote on her. What was hidden in plain sight now was illuminated for all to see. The words amplified everyone’s reaction as she walked through room. Heads no longer just turned because of her dress and figure. The natural bounce and jiggle of her nearly exposed breasts were mere afterthoughts of what everyone notice. The iridescent trail of cum along her thigh wasn’t even noticed by anyone. No it was her title, her badge of pride that caused inner turmoil to everyone who saw it. Double takes turned into wide eyed amazement. Leers and daggers became contempt and horrified disgust. A few frat boy “Holy shit dude” and “Fuck yeahs” could be heard piercing the deafening music. As muted uttered breaths of “Trash”, “Oh my god”, and “slutty bitch” were mostly drowned out by the noise. The air was saturated with lust, pheromones, fruity drinks and stale beer. Her breasts always got the boys attention but now one word written in love gave her the power over every guy’s civility and fantasies. That dance floor had become her pantheon, the nexus of the power of her. The desire the boys, and even some of the women, had for her now reset their minds to a primitive id focused endeavor of unabashed lust. It made her feel so wanted and understood they way he knew her. For he somehow knew how she would feel seeing how much lust and desire every guy that saw her felt.The dance floor is a lot more crowded than before and he leads her to an open spot. He kisses her and leans into her ear. “Have fun babydoll, I’ll be over there watching you making sure you are ok.”
Heather let the music wash over her and moved with the beat. Many came over trying to entice her grab her attention. She knew Eric was there to make sure she was was safe. He had left her on the dance floor so she could revel in the beautiful freedom she had. She also knew no matter how far away he may be, he was always with her. He was the one who knew her so well, the one that brought out things from within her that she never knew she needed let alone wanted. It was her birthday, and she was in her tight black leather dress that highlighted every divine curve. How many noticed his cum, illuminated by the light, slowly sliding down her thighs. All these factors feed into the power she now wielded from the words that shocked and frenzied all she passed. The dark lights made it shine for all to see. She was one, and wore it with pride.
His Cumslut.
Heather smiled and smiled, loving the attention the cumslut title brought as songs turned into a few hours as she danced the world away. She was happy, and it had been an incredible birthday. He gave her the present she never knew she always wanted. To be lusted after by many because of what they see but completely adored and accepted by one, because the one completely knows and accepts all of her.
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Unsteady Sturdy Stable
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Posted:Aug 10, 2015 4:29 am
Last Updated:Aug 7, 2019 3:44 am
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He drops down
out of the cab
of his trusted oversized pickup,
kicking up
a small puff of dirt
as his boot heels
met the ground.
A subconscious
fix of his hat
and then his belt,
is made
as his door swings shut.
He tilts his head
for a better view of her
as he walks around
the hood of the truck.
The metallic moan
of the door swinging upon
fades into the night.
Her legs gracefully slide
from the floor mat
to hanging outside the cab.
Reaching up
His hands
conform and cradle
her waist.
Her hands
float down
until they rest on his shoulders.
He eases her down
out of the truck.
She practically slides
down his body
till her feet feel the earth beneath.
She had landed closer than he intended
but not as close
as he secretly wanted.
He wasn’t sure
if the electricity he felt,
when she put her hand
into his,
was from her,
the approaching storm
or his endorphins
wanting to break free.
Seems folly to think
a storm is brewing
when the denim night sky
is lit up like rhinestones in the sun.
But the way the breeze
sways and flirts
with the hem
of her short lil sundress,
all in unison
with the sway and flirt
of her hips,
there is no denying
something is building.
The air gets hotter
and thicker,
with every step closer
to his house.
The humid heat,
is like an unseen weight,
makes it harder to breathe.
The anticipation,
of what dreams may come,
made each step quicker
and each breath a bit harder.
Stepping upon
the fourth generation porch,
that still has most of the timber
his great granddaddy
had cut,
they both stop and simply
look at each other.
Minds and bodies
both conversating
without saying a word.
Her smile to him
continues to shine
as the clouds congregate
in the heavens above.
Single clouds
all funneling like the crowd
bunching at the church door
as most of the sparse town
heads into sunday service.
This growing mob
of clouds
begins to hide
the moon from view.
Gentle hand
meets hardened chest.
Through the flannel,
he feels the softness
of her skin
as her hand
fins its place
upon his chest.
He catches the distinct
seductive storm smell
that is interwoven
with the damp heat,
telling him
exactly what the night
has planned.
The nearly crackling electrons
of electricity
saturates the night air
like pheromones.
He pulls her close.
Denim meets cotton.
Soft rugged lips
meets soft firm lips.
Each losing themselves
in each others kiss.
They feed off each others passion
and the heat they generate
makes the muggy summer night air
seem cool in comparison.
Their bodies
press closer together
as their tongues dance and dart,
in their playful and hungry exploration.
The building breeze,
listens to Mother Nature’s
square dance call,
and pivots into
an allemande right
forming a small dust devil.
Mother nature
foot stomps the steps
and the dust devil follows
in unison.
Drifting pivoting twirling
like a young
following bubbles in the wind.
The impromptu dance
tips his Stetson
to the side of his head.
The kiss interrupted
causes both to chuckle
at the playful nature
nature has tonight.
Adjusting his hat,
these soon to be lovers,
smile at each other
before the wind
ushers them inside.
The unseen influences
of these moments,
are most definately felt
and building in intensity.
The dance
is just a building block
for the inevitable torrent
and eventual release.
The friction and tension
of two forces colliding
competing
and joining
in a natural symbiotic union.
The pounding in his chest
joins the acoustic sounds
of the horses in their stalls
becoming worked up
by the approaching storm.
The fireflies disperse
as the colts and stallions
become filled with energy
that make their bodies move.
His lips once again
find hers
and never leaves
as he picks her up and carries her
through the old hickory door.
Her legs straddle his frame
like it was her saddle.
The heel of his boot
nudges the door shut.
The homestead
would be a home,
if even just the night.
His boots clang
down the hallway
into the bedroom.
His effort
to minimize the sound
was a bit unnecessary.
As if the neighbors,
the next door down,
wasn’t far enough away.
They were well past
the back forty,
as if all that seclusion
didn’t afford them
enough privacy.
The lovers’ fingers
drift across the buttons
and zippers
of each others clothes,
like the leaves
in the strengthening zephyr.
Lips never failing
to cling to each other
as the lovers’ hands and fingers
can’t peel each others clothes away
fast enough.
Her fingers
break the bonds
of his big belt buckle
like a bolt from the stable door.
Pulling the bottom of his
black and red flannel shirt
free from his
‘goin ta town’ jeans,
she is free to continue
to unwrap
the candy before her.
Sliding her hands up his chest,
that’s been forged
from years
of dawn till dusk
endless manual labor,
she eased his shirt
off his shoulders.
His smooth rawhide hands
were as delicate as a surgeon’s
as he pulled her sundress off,
up over her head.
His hands
rolling over her
like the approaching stromwall
crawling across the sky.
His looming frame
and carnal need
backs her up
to the bed.
Heat lightning
strobes across the sky
as an opening salvo
to what laid ahead.
Darkness and light
square dances
across the prairie sky.
Self and nature,
nature and self.
Him and her,
her and him
all in a brewing storm.
His bare chest
and unfastened jeans
show the top of his underwear,
one final barrier
to what she hungered
to know.
She stands before him,
bronzed by southern sun,
in nothing but her bra and panties
like a vision from a dream
dreamt long ago.
They couldn’t be any closer,
yet clearly,
were not nearly close enough.
HiIs fingers
perform the delicate act
of unfastening the clasps
of her bra.
She can feel
the trials and work
his hands have done
as he slides the bra
off her slender shoulders.
His breath catches at the sight
of her unabashed.
The faint sound
of the starting to buck and bray
within their stalls
is the ambient noise
to his breathless admiration..
The storm seems to drive
the pace of the lovers hands and lips.
Or maybe in a cosmic shift
it was the lovers’ passion
that stirred the storm.
The crackle of thunder echoes
as their bare chests
press together.
Her breasts flatten
against the wall of man before her.
This encounter
is as ferocious and sudden
as the coming storm.
There was no prelude,
rapid unbridled build up,
just two forces of nature
finding a balance
and fulfilling a need.
The rain starts slowly
drop after drop
against the window.
Slowly the sprinkles
turn to rain
until the window
is slick and covered.
She clings to him
wanting all of him,
wanting to rain down over her.
He turns her around
as the rain
can be heard
hitting the roof.
The bedframe creeks
like the branches
of the trees in the swirling storm.
The storm,
their unrelenting desire,
swells in intensity
and the horses
in the barn
are already
growing restless.
Thunderclap
after booming thunderclap
makes the mustangs
want to break free
find a way out.
Sight blinded by flashes
of lightning.
Hearing muffled
by thunder.
Her moans grow closer
and the reverberation
felt upon their skin.
His invasion
into her
fills her in ways
she never knew existed.
The grip she exerted
around him
made each thrust and pull back
that much harder
and that much more perfect.
Thier moans
and sound of two bodies overrun
with desire and pleasure,
compete to drown out
the sounds of the storm.
His attention
must refocus.
He runs headlong
into the storm.
The rain is relentless.
The storm is out of control
and he needs to make sure
the horses don’t escape
the barn.
With every movement forward
makes maintaining
what balance he has
that much more unsteady.
His inability to prevent
the stable
from being overrun
become that much more
a reality.
With each progression
he is was met with even more rain
soaking him
little by little.
His becoming slick and saturated.
The wind continues to swirl
and whip about him.
Each movement
met with strong resistance.
So much accepting resistance,
he has to use his entire body
to press onward.
Leaning into the storm
as it wraps around him,
as it consumes him.
The sound of the stable’s side screen door slamming
grew louder and louder
as he approached.
Recurring percussive banging
as the door
slammed against the frame.
This storm
had it’s own organic cadence.
A progressive totality.
Slam...slam
slam, slam, slam
slamslamslamslam.
Slam...slam
slam, slam, slam
slamslamslamslam.
The nature of the night
continued to fiddle
with this prairie countryside song.
The force
of this tempest
never seemed to stop building.
The horses
wanted to escape
to be free of the barn.
The way they whined and brayed
he knew corralling them
was a futile attempt
but he had to try.
He had to hold back
against the surging storm
for as long as he could.
The winds
made its progress of its lifecycle.
The gentle whispering breeze
had given way to
the delicate rustling and hum.
The building crescendo,
now had the wind
nearly breathless
as i whooshed and moaned
in betwixt
the rushing inhale
as the tempest
clung to the energy
it was quickly exhausting.
He throws himself against the barn door
Slamming himself
with all his might
over and over
bucking against
all that the storm
throws at him.
The barn seemed
to billow and contract
with the changing pressure.
One of the horses
breaks free
and shoots from the stable.
He strains
with all his might
the slam the doors shut
as the storm
wants more from him.
His muscles taught,
as he tries to hold on.
Soaked,
exhausted
trying to stop the inevitable
as the storm
wraps around him
consuming him whole.
He can’t breath
as the storm leaves him breathless.
His will to resist nearly broken.
His legs beginning to shake
as they struggle
to not fail.
His grunts
can be heard
amongst the crackle
of the thunder.
He pushes hard
and each time
he has to push harder still
as the horses
clamored to break free.
The constant bucking
weakened his resolve
more and more
each time he thrashed
and pushed harder.
He was soaked to the bone
to the point it seeped into his soul.
There was beauty
in this ravaged battle.
The sensualness
the violent forces
both cooperating and competing.
He threw himself
against the barndoor
with all his might
letting out a mighty roar.
But it was not enough.
He was cast aside as
horses broke free
surging
into the wetness.
It was like the stable pulsed
shooting them out
into the storm.
Exhausted
soaked
and content
that he tried
and did all he could.
There he lay spent.
The barn emptied
and barron.
The storm quieted
as the liquid nature
dripped from the sagging roof.
All the effort,
all the turmoil,
wore on his body
till the moon
started shining thru the clouds.
The hot humid tension
of the storm had abated
and a refreshing cool
settled in the night air.
The unexpected warmth
and tranquility of the moment
filled him in an unexpected way.
The raw natural beauty
helped fill
his still racing heart.
The night air
snuggled in,
resting upon his chest.
He wanted to stay here forever
if not at least a few moments more.
Reality pushed it’s way in.
Forever would need to last
just a few minutes.
He places a hand down
to get to his knees
and push himself up.
For it was time
for him to clean up
this wonderful mess
that he had made.
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Summer Cravings
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Posted:Jun 24, 2015 4:36 am
Last Updated:May 7, 2017 5:14 pm
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She couldn’t wait.
Her hunger for it
was a growing craving.
She didn’t just want a taste
she needed every bit of it.
This waiting
was an unbearable torture.
She had to lick her lips
for her want
was parching her lips
more than the summer sun.
She need him
to bring it to her now.
She wanted it
in her mouth.
She knelt down
on the blanket
eager to feel it cross her lips
so hungry to taste.
She wanted to lift off
her bright colored sundress
peel off her bra and panties.
She wanted to feel
the warmth of the summer sun
kiss her skin
as she finally
had it fill her mouth.
She wanted it to be messy
She wanted the juices
to run freely
if they so desired.
She would do anything
in this moment
for the taste.
To open her mouth wide
and feel it shoved inside
filling her
to the point
she could barely wrap her lips
around it.
She needed
to feel it on her tongue
tasting it
nearly stretching her mouth.
The summer sun
and her craving
made tiny little beads
of perspiration
form along her brow.
She needed it.
She needed it now.
She wanted to feel it
fill her mouth.
She wanted to scream
beg
plead
for him to feed her want.
She craved to taste it
and feel the juices
run down her throat.
She was already
on her knees
did she have to beg?
How long will it be
before he gets to her,
so she can have what she’s been wanting
for such a long time.
Her wanton need
was turning into a lustful craving.
She could barely wait.
Her mouth craved the attention.
The butterflies of anticipation
made her hunger grow.
She wanted to cry out
come give it to me now,
instead she quietly
bit her lip
to contain what composure
she had left.
Finally
there she sees him,
striding confidently
across the plush green grass.
Her need was about to be fulfilled
by this generous man.
Within this moment
he was more a silhouette
in the summer sun
than he was the one
to give her
her desires.
Each step closer
her heart beat
a little louder.
Her craving
was soon to be quenched.
He stood before her,
and she was ever so
eager to take
all he had to offer her.
She took both hands,
tilted her head up slightly
and guided it into her mouth.
She felt the softness
of it
as well surprising heft.
Big
Thick
juicy
gawd this man
gave her all she ever wanted.
she urged it
into her mouth
and she felt how it slid
along her tongue.
How the wait was worth it
just to taste it in her mouth.
It was the perfect size.
She could feel some
of the juices
ooze out
as she closed her lips
around it.
She closed her eyes
as if to bask
in this fleeting moment.
She couldn’t help but moan
at the hot intimate nature
of this delicious moment.
She had to wipe
the corner of her mouth
as part of the juices escaped.
She had just hungered for it
for so long
and it felt so good in her mouth
she wanted to savor
every moment she could.
She looked up at him
from her knees
as his broad shoulders
blocked out the mid-day sun.
His eyes looking down at her
nervous as to
whether she truly liked it
or not.
Her eyes wide
with bliss
and her mouth so full
of his offering
she had to put her hand
over her mouth
and say,
“You make the best
grilled cheeseburgers ever.”
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Sparring partner - Intro
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Posted:Jun 8, 2015 4:20 am
Last Updated:Nov 21, 2019 1:09 pm
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Ok this is just kind of the build up and looking for feedback (to long, to boring, just right not enough character development etc etc). Like most of the stuff I post its a first draft so please pardon any spelling/grammer mistakes (but feel free to point them out). I wll continue to work on /finish the story to post later but wanted to get some honest opinions. Thank you.
He cursed work keeping him so late. What fucking brainiac schedules a three hour meeting at 5 o’clock all to review the same stuff we’ve been talking about for the past two weeks. It all could have waited till tomorrow but Phil had to be mister bigshot look at me even though I have no idea what is actually happening. Eric took a deep breath trying not to scream at the frivolity of it all. Muttering what a tool Phil was he packed up and headed to his car. It’s eight, I won’t even make it to the gym and be working out till 8:30 and it closes at nine. I should just skip it. I should just go home finish off those last two slices of pepperoni, heck will have an apple and will skip the beer tonight that should balance out right. Damn it I hate working out but dammit if I am not four pounds from hitting the mark. Eric paused for a moment with the key in the ignition as he wrestled where to go. Dammit I will feel better if I go and will make me burn off some of this frustration from Phil, god he’s such a tool. Eric’s shoulders slumped as he started the car, ok to the gym it is.
The gym parking lot only had a few cars in it, so finding a decent spot wasn’t hard. Grabbing his duffel bag, Eric hurried inside and checked his watch, 8:24pm. His mind still trying to decompress from the long day tried to find the silver lining that while thirty minutes isn’t his full forty-five, it was better than nothing. His eyes could help but be drawn to her. There she was stretching in the ring. He couldn’t help but look at her. Every guy in the gym knew who Jessica was and knew she was out everyone's league. She had that body that seemed like it should be walking the red carpet at some Hollywood function. Some form fitting shimmering full length gown that hugged her curves like an italian race car does the road. That sort of dress that was a complete tease by showing the beauty and assets God had bestowed yet had a vintage,refined class. He could picture her bare leg offering a peek through the long slit up...His head snapped back to the task at hand. The drill instructor in his head shouting out at him to get dressed and do the workout before the gym closed. He chuckled at the thought of a little R Lee Ermey in his head. “What do you think you are doing maggot. Get dressed and get out there. You don’t have time for some mamby-pamby girl you have no shot at. Now GO! Move it! Move it! Move it! Some time today maggot!” Eric mused and wondered why did he get stuck with R Lee Ermey in his head instead of Jiminy Cricket.
Eric quickly changed, all to happy to peel off the oxford and throw on a comfy tshirt. He picked up his MP3 player, put his earbuds in, fired up his playlist, and went to work. He hated arms day but he stretched and quickly zoned out to the work and the music.2Cellos strumming AC/DC was enough energy and warm up before 80’s hair bands and the real AC/DC and Metallica kicked to push him through his last sets. He pushed out a quick set of ten reps. Everyone and everything around him was gone as he focused on his breathing as AC/DC blasted in his ears. Pull and exhale, pull and exhale repeated over and over. His eyes were open but he didn’t see anything, they had a razor sharp edge as his vision focused inward. A quick movement in his peripheral vision instinctively snapped him out his isolated world. He kept pulling the bar down, exhaling as it went. Yet now his eyes saw her. She moved very well in the ring and those skin tight yoga pants were a distraction in of itself. He continued his routine as he watched her. Why did she have to wear that turquoise top that was basically a sports bra over her sports bra. She was definitely blessed and though he couldn’t see it from his spot, he had peeked enough times to know just imagine how mouth watering her cleavage was. The white hot poker shoved down through his shoulder quickly snapped him back to reality. He had broken form and he had to clench his teeth as he finished the rep.
He cursed himself for not focusing and letting himself get hurt and for basically objectifying this beautiful lady he had never officially met. He stood up and stretched trying to soothe his shoulder and back. He realized it must be close to closing time because there was no one left in the weight section. He convinced himself had to work through the periodic twinges of pain in order to relax and strengthen the muscles around the pain. A few quick reps with the kettlebells and he would call it a night. He gnashed down on his teeth and pushed through a few sets with the kettlebells despite the eight inch metal splinter someone kept trying to shove under his shoulder blade when he moved just so. Putting down the kettlebell Eric knew he was going to be extremely sore and probably over did it. He shouldn’t have continued after he felt that twinge, but what is done is done. After wiping his face with the towel he took a deep breath and started heading towards the locker room.
Exhausted and his body cursing him like a old time sailor on shore leave, Eric couldn’t help resist the urge to walk past the ring and get a closer look at her, at Jessica. Jessica was just a vision of everything he had ever fantasized about in his ideal woman. He cursed himself for thinking somethings. Some evolved man I am he chided. Never met her yet simply because she had the face of angel, thighs of a dancer and a nice rack...nice rack who talk like this he thought? Obviously I do he thought to himself. And now I am talking to myself. Nice.
His inner dialogue was interrupted when he thought he heard his name. “Eric.” Eric looked around only to Jessica resting her arms on the ropes. His mind was still a few seconds behind in comprehending and the fact she knew his name he wasn’t sure if this was real or some John Hughes style daydream. He half expected her to flip her hair in slow motion and some sappy rock ballad to start playing. Her voice resonated through his haze “Come on, one quick round before they close up.” He had to subtlly shake his head to bring reality back into focus. “Uh no that’s ok.” Trying to play it cool and still politely decline he continued. “Getting my butt kicked by such a beautiful lady may just undo the satisfaction of a decent workout.”
“Stop it and get your cute butt in here.” She wasn’t asking so much as stating. This wasn’t the way he had hoped to meet and get to know her but I guess one can’t pass up an opportunity. And did she just say my butt is cute? She knows my name and thinks I have a cute butt or is she just trying get me in there to spar? A nails on the chalkboard shiver ran up his spine as a slight pang of panic crashed into his though. Had she seen him checking her out one of these nights? Was she going to teach me a lesson and literally kick my ass for not being the evolved gentleman I try to be? Again his inner ramblings were cut short. “You do realize, you need to actually get in the ring if we going to do this and before they close up.” There was an undeniable chuckle in her voice.
Eric made his way into the ring just as it felt like someone put about thirty pounds of lead into his arms.This was a bad idea and probably a no-win situation but he had to do it. He couldn't refuse her but couldn’t exactly switch into his hyper competitive side either. Eric slipped on the head gear and gloves, thinking to himself if stuff we will see if all that morning tai chi workout tape and the Aikido classes are any good. Right now he was glad he had chosen Aikido, maybe he could block and keep her at bay without having to hit her. Be aggressively reactive and tire her out.He had watched her a few times in the ring and like everything else about her she was great. She was smart and calculated with her strikes. Aggressive but controlled and precise. It was going to be a delicate balance of being reactive yet trying to keep her off balance. What on earth was he doing. This wasn’t exactly how he had ever dreamed of spending time close to her. Tightening the strap around his wrist securing the glove in place he gave a heavy sigh, cursed he was doing this. “Ok am ready.”
The touched gloves and she wasted no time going on the offensive. She unleashed two quick jabs to try and push him back, but luckily Eric was expecting her next move. He ducked down and thrust his left hand out till the heel of his palm slammed against her thigh as she was bringing it forward to plant and pivot into a roundhouse. The force of his hand broke her balance sending her leg backwards toppling her center of gravity forward so she was all but falling onto him. Quickly dropping his hips and rushing forward he lifted her off her feet taking several steps towards the ropes and stopping and holding her over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes. He eased her down and stepped back. She smiled a devilish smile like she knew something he didn’t and nodded, saying she was ready to start again. She set off a flurry quick jabs and kicks. Luckily he was able to keep pace with slight skating side steps like an ice hockey defenceman skating backwards defending a 3 on 2 break. Each attack Jessica threw, Eric was able to deflect them to the side and he was able to keep to one side of her center line reducing the spots she could potentially land a blow. She kept coming at him and was backing him towards the ropes even if she couldnt quite seem to direct him to the corner.
Every time he had to deflect he blows his arms got heavier. It was harder and harder to keep his fists up.With one dramatic side step he was able to use her forward motion against her and channeled her momentum to send her into the ropes. The giant metal sliver in his shoulder had grown and now radiated now his spine. As long as he kept moving, blocking and deflecting he would be ok. For several of her flurried attacks he was able to plant and send her to the other end of the ring or into the ropes. With each passing moment it felt like his gloves became heavier and heavier kettlebells and was only able to lift them to his diaphragm. She threw a body shot the he was easily able to deflect to the side, but this time she used his own counter against him. Expecting the deflection she had planted her back foot and used the moment of the deflection to pivot and she landed a firm backhand to his temple. While the helmet protected him it still disoriented him. But that didn’t matter anyway because she kept her own moment and pivoted the 360 degrees and performed a textbook leg sweep sending Eric down like a tall pine in the before a lumberjack.He felt her on him even before he could open his eyes. Jessica was straddling his stomach and was in position to start landing blows at will. Eric blinked rapidly trying to refocus his eyes and vision and all he could first make out was the red of her hair, turquoise of her top and the white of the ceiling behind her. She held her hand to the side of his face as his eyes continued to dilate and recover.
“Ok! ok ok! I submit you got me!” he chuckled. “Nice move. Now I am bruised as bad as my ego” he continued to laugh. He had to keep smiling and laughing to keep the pain away. She leaned down so she was just inches from his face. Jessica made sure he had nowhere to look but at here. “Thats what you get when you hold back with me Eric.” She was as serious as a proverbial heart attack but there was a playful smile in her eyes. A few rogue red strands of her hair cascaded down around her face. He was so lost in her face and eyes, the rest of the world didnt really seem to exist. her eyes were as soft as they were fierce. He could just look into her eyes forever. She had a minute scar over her right eye hidden in her eyebrows. That little imperfection some how made her more perfect.Her lips were made to be kisses. The soft lines of her face should be traces daily and memorized. As his senses came to he could feel her, truly feel her on top of him. How her thighs trapped him. How she somehow made sweat sexy in how it rolled down her skin. He didn't look, but like any guy he could just sense the very top of her cleavage peeking out from behind her top. He could literally feel how her body moved with each and every breath. Her eyes studied his as they laid there quietly for several movie moments. Noone is perfect but he could just sense she was his kind of perfect and maybe, just maybe he could be perfect enough for her.
The moment was so raw and pure. She was somehow even sexier and more beautiful than when he stepped into the ring. She was on him and his body betrayed him. He couldn’t stop the nearly automatic response of being aroused. He tried not to panic and started to lean forward as to non verbally ask her to get up, but there was no denying she felt what he had feared she did. “No no no you aren’t getting away that easily. Winner gets to ask a few questions.” Eric was desperate for this moment to be over, but Jessica was going to savor it. “So why have you never asked me for coffee Eric?”
“I...I… well didn’t think you even knew who I was and didn't want to be like every other guy here hitting on you when they obviously weren’t worthy.”
“Weren’t worthy huh? How were they unworthy? Am I the unworthy one? What you don't think I am attractive?” Jessica deliberately rocked back and forth over the very hard bulge in his shorts. “Sure seems like you think I am at least a little bit sexy. Do you think I am sexy.”
“No...I mean of course… I mean....you are super sexy...I” Eric tried sitting up again only to have Jessica put her hands on his shoulder practically pinning him to the ring floor “What I...
Eric took a deep breath trying to think of the words to say only to have his brain lagging behind. “Sexy and beautiful yes….I mean...what I mean is….” His words sputtered like a dry throat cough. Jessica had a hard time not smiling at how cute it was to see him blushing and at a complete loss of words. She was like a cat playing with a mouse it had just captured. Eric cleared his throat in an effort to stall for his brain to catch up with his mouth. “All I mean is I know lots of the guys around the gym have or want to hit on you and and they just don’t seem to live up to what you deserve. They see the beautiful sexy trophy not the amazing woman and business owner who happens to be very beautiful. You should have whatever you want and who ever makes you happy is all I meant. No disrespect meant.”
“Oh no disrespect huh?” Jessica was having a very hard time keeping up the facade but saw it through. She started rocking her hips back and forth over him. I ask for a friendly sparring session and then you get like this.” She rocked over him more and harder till he couldn't stifle the groan. “You don’t think this could be disrespectful?”
“Am so sorry I ...I….”
Her inner vixen curled up the side of her smile. “To make it up to me the very least you can do is take me to have a decent meal sometime. Long as you stop this passive blocking and defending and man up and ask me.
Jessica pivoted off of him and walked to her corner of the ring and grabbed a towel. She wiped off her face and then tossed the towel into Eric’s lap. “Here. You may need this to help with your situation there. Besides one has to prove themselves worthy to ride this ride”. She gave a quick wink over her shoulder and quickly left the ring. He couldn’t see it but she smiled all the way to the ladies locker room.
Eric was in a state of disbelief and shock. Was anything that happened tonight real? Hell what the hell just happened? Did he fall asleep and dream it all during that snoozefest of a meeting? She didn't give me her number so I can call and ask her out? Seriously what the hell just happened? With his head pounding and his arms all but falling off his body he rolled himself into a position where he could stand and he made his way to the locker room. The hot shower will help him regain his center so he can process everything, or so he hoped. The throbbing in his shorts interjected that he may need to make it a cold shower instead.
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Bedside Manners Part II
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Posted:Apr 15, 2015 4:17 am
Last Updated:May 7, 2017 5:20 pm
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Her mouth
was ready for him.
She hungered
for the taste of his skin.
Her back arched
as his thumbs
dragged over the slope
of her breasts,
catching on her nipples.
She tried to take him in
as she felt the liquid silk
pass between their skin.
Her impatience
was jolted short
as she felt
the current
of pain and pleasure
shoot through her
as her nipples
were tweaked and pulled.
He held her nipples
between his fingers and thumbs
for three of her
sharp breaths.
He watched the pain
turn into molten pleasure
as it flowed through
down her spine
to the tips of her toes.
Her breathing
heaved until it returned
to normal.
The sting
subsided into the memory
of an ache.
His hand
seemed to transform
into liquid silk
as they cascaded
over her curves
and flowed over her bare skin.
His touch
was a juxtaposition
of being both
firm yet soft
His back of his fingers
like raindrops
as the stroked
her eyelids and cheeks.
The tips of his fingers
melted across her forehead
like butter on fresh warm toast.
Thumbs along her collarbone
palms down her arms
like he was peeling away
so invisible layer of the world
that was inhibiting her joy and peace.
His fingers and palms
sailed up the slope of her breasts.
His hands gently closing
kneading her breasts
within his hands.
Gentle squeezing
followed by fingertip traces.
It was like he was a sculptor
creating his vision of beauty
hidden inside the stone
of everyday life.
Even blindfolded,
he could feel his smirk
when she clenched
at how his touch tickled,
as they danced down her ribs.
She could smell his scent
as he leaned forward
and steamrolled his palms
down her thighs.
Time was irrelevant
when all she could blindly see
was the world of his touch.
Her body
had long been ready for him.
The wetness
was a silent cry for attention
for pleasure,
for release.
His hands gently
parted her legs.
She needed his touch now.
His hands
a little fuller
as if saturated
by the coconut oil.
She wanted to watch him
watch her
as his hands explored her
but the blindfold
denied her this.
She felt his palm
lay flat
over her heart.
He held it there,
literally feeling
how her desire
pumped through her soul.
The slight coolness
of the air
was no match
for the heat she was radiating.
Her entire body
seemed to tingle
as her nipples ached
and announced their need
standing hard and erect.
His hand upon her heart
made if feel as if
he made her entire body pulse
with every beat of her heart.
Both his hands
cupped, massaged and fondled
her breasts.
The whispering husk of his voice
engaged her sense of hearing.
“From the mountains”
His hands slid down her body
over her thighs
to her knees
and back up her inner thighs.
“to the river”
she gasped
and arched her back
as his fingers
lightly grazed over
her swollen lips.
“Is the journey
of your desire.”
The words should have
laughed off
as some cheesy corny
turn of phrase
found in a badly written romance novel.
But the words some how
found a cord within her.
His middle and ring finger
strummed gently
up and down
her glistening lips.
She was a rose
in full bloom.
His attentive fingers
gently tracing every contour
of her most intimate place.
She didn’t care how
nor where,
but she needed him.
He was the hunger inside her
that needed to be in her.
Her hands extended
reaching for his thighs.
Finding the contours
of the power his thighs stored,
she slid her hands up
until she found
the curve of his bare ass.
Her mind was lost
to the four senses
that remained
and her hands
instinctually cupped
and grabbed his ass
in her quest
to pull him closer.
She needed him closer
so she could take every bit of him
that she craved and more.
Her quest was suddenly interrupted
before she could pull him closer
when his disapproving hand
slapped
her exposed
and swollen clit.
The sudden lightning flash
of stinging delight
flooded her body.
Her cries
muffled around
the velvet skin
of his curved cock.
The heat that flashed
through her
was an atomic reaction
to her lustful desires.
The sting was gone
the fading ache
gave way
to the wetness
that his hand
had inspired.
The shock,
the heat
the wetness
rushed through her
like wine
from an overturned goblet.
She momentarily cursed
that she was unable
to gasp with delight
and continue to feast
upon him
in her mouth
all at once.
His hand
slipped up over
her waist
and back down
between her wet thighs.
His hand
came to rest
upon her mound
as her lips
slipped between
and wove themselves
amongst his fingers.
She feels him
rocking his hand
back and forth
like a buoy
swaying in the bay
on a sunny summer day.
Much like that summer scene
by the shore,
this moment,
is soothing
that seeps into
one’s marrow
as the heat
fuels the glow
that is enveloping her.
His voice drops
an octave lower than normal
as he says
“Stick out your tongue.”
She eager complies.
His takes himself in his hand
and runs the length of his shaft
across her tongue
like a blacksmith
with a newly forged sword
across the grindstone.
He takes
and runs the length
of the other side
across her tongue.
The tip of her tongue
lets her feel the outline of him
meander over every bump and bulge.
Even blindfolded
she could see his cock,
as she tastes the salt of his skin.
The is a softness to his voice
that is somehow conveyed
with a single word.
“Relex”.
The heel of his palm
finds its anchor
upon her pelvis.
Two of his fingers
start retracing her labian lips
as she feels
the tip of his cock
move and graze
against her mouth.
She closes her eyes
despite being blindfolded.
The sensations
is making her heart pound
faster and louder.
Her breathing
is more a succession
of heaves
than regulated breathing.
Her breath catches
as his fingers slide inside her.
His hand rocks back
and forth
as his fingers curve
in and out of her.
Each rocking of the hand
pulls on the hood
of her clit
trying to coax it out
from its hiding place.
Back and forth
his palm kneads
and fingers plunger.
She bites her lip
to stop herself
from crying out
begging him to just fuck her.
The tease
is a delicate twisted torture.
She can hear
the sound they make
as his fingers are coated by her
and push their way in.
His musk and the smell of coconut oil
are all she can smell.
The sudden sensation
of a third finger
sliding in and stretching her
made her gasp.
In the instant after
her body breathed in
he slid himself
inside her mouth.
She felt as if
an circuit had been completed.
Connected in two places,
an endless loop
of giving and receiving pleasure.
She was so close
and could feel her wetness
flowing from her
soaking the blanket beneath.
The sounds and motion
of his fingers
plunging into her
over and over
was like
ocean waters
lapping the shore.
Each slippery wave
crashing into her
stirred a storm
within her.
Her head was spinning
trying to enjoy
finally having her lips
wrapped around his rigid cock
tasting him
wanting to please him
all while his hand
crashed into her.
She was so wet
yet her body was on fire.
The razors edge of pleasure
and relief
felt like
a rubberband
stretched to its limit
about ready to snap.
Her tongue and lips
gripped him
as he slid
effortlessly in and out
of her.
The moans of enjoyment
and of pleasure
danced in her throat
reverberating upon him.
She wanted him
every drop.
She reached back behind her
trying to find him.
Again blindly found his thighs.
Her hands hungry
from her mouth’s craving.
Fingertips following the flow
of his thighs
until her hands cup his ass.
Her fingers bite into him.
Her craving is uncontrollable.
Her body is on the edge.
He knows this sign
from her,
he knows what she wants.
It’s a pleading request.
With her mouth full
her body is screaming
for him to fuck her mouth.
Her hands
trying to push his hips forward
harder and faster.
The all consuming need
of having him
is out of control.
She cant hold back
the tsunami
growing stronger inside her
much longer.
She sucks
and moves her head
as much as she can
while it hangs off the side of the bed.
Fuck my my sir
is what her body pleads.
She needs to taste him
drain him
consume him
body and soul.
She squeezes her thighs together
trying to hold the crashing waves
in her as long as possible.
He is plunging into her
as she frantically sucks.
A breakneck pace
the is impossible to maintain.
His balls smack her nose
as the pendulum of lust
churns forward.
She takes all of him
over and over.
She hears the hiss
of his painful pleasure
when she lets her teeth
graze the length of him,
before she resumes sucking
with relentless abandon
She can feel his body
pull the energy
from the earth
that grounds him.
Feel it flow up
his feet
calves thighs.
Hurry she pleads
She can feel the tidal wave
looming as it races
to her shores.
She can hear his breath catch
and then break.
He lets out a mighty roar
as his knees buckle
ever so slightly
and he taste the hot explosion
erupt from him
and into her.
Frantically sucking
wanting every drop of him.
She breathes in time
with each surge
that erupts into her mouth.
Her thighs clentch
and her feet knarl
until her toes curl.
She pulls and hold him
so he is flush against her
as her body arches and
is flooded with pleasure.
She soaks his hand
pinched inside her
between her thighs.
Wave after wave
the tremors
ripple through her.
All while she greedily
drains every drop of him.
She can feel him start to soften.
That doesn’t stop her
from savoring every inch of him
for as long as she can.
Millions of bubbles
raise the the surface
of her skin
as the heat is cooled
by the releasing
of the flood within.
Her head is spinning.
She can hear how hard
he is breathing
and releases her ironclad grip
upon him.
The sudden emptiness she feels
when his hand and cock
slip from inside her
makes her want him
all the more.
A few shuffling footsteps later
she feels the soft caress
of one of their fluffy towels
sliding up her thigh
as he dutifully
cleans her up.
She lets out
a few soft breaths
as her body
slowly comes down
from the high.
The bed shifts
and resettles
as he sits down beside her.
He slowly
removes her blindfold
and cradles her face.
She opens her eyes
and needs a minute
for her eyes to adjust.
The first sight she sees
is him smiling down at her.
The tenderness in his eyes
are echoed in his words.
“Thank you.”
She reaches up
and lets her fingertips
enjoy tracing his cheek.
“Thank you sir.”
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That Wall - Part I
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Posted:Apr 4, 2015 4:18 am
Last Updated:May 7, 2017 5:26 pm
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She sheds her coat
like it carried twenty pounds of stress.
Placing the coat
upon its hook
by the door,
she slipped out of her heels.
Home at last,
it felt great to be home
after such a long endless day.
Wine,
yes tonight called for wine.
She definitely needed
a glass of wine,
maybe the remainder of the bottle.
She makes her way
barefoot
down towards the kitchen.
The hardwood floor
welcomed her home
with every step she took.
She pulls a wine glass
down from the second shelf
of the cabinet.
Focused on each task
as to forget
the mundane of today.
She pulls the half empty bottle
of the full bodied merlot
he had brought over
when he last
cooked her a dinner in.
Merlot was definitely not
her first choice of wines
but the.seductive words he spoke
as to why he had chosen it
had spoken to her inner desires.
He had crafted the meal
all around her.
She could almost feel him
lean in behind her
whispering in her ear
like he did that night.
There was a huskiness
to the whisper
that reached inside her
and stirred the embers
of desire.
The air was heavy
with the windswept whispers of him.
I know steak is considered manly
and not overly romantic.
but few seem to understand
the sensuality of it.
Go ahead take a bite.
There is a hidden heat in there.
When you first pierce it
just a little juice
leaks out.
The subtle aroma
as you bring it to your mouth
starts you on a journey
of tangible pleasure
When it touches your touch
you can feel
how firm yet soft
that is is.
When you feel your fork
drag out past your lips
you can feel how
how the meat melts
upon intimate contact.
That is what you do to me.
How the juices
cascade down your throat
eager to be consumed
by you.
Each bite of steak
is the cosmos of us.
Manly and delicate.
Hearty and refined.
Substantial and elegant.
The merlot
pairs impeccably
with the steak.
For like you
it is full bodied
and full of life
with a classical refinement
hidden beneath
the label
that others try to define.
Feel how it nourishes
as it glides down your throat
and the taste lingers
with hidden notes
that are different and new
every time you taste.
One drink is plenty
and satisfying
yet one is never enough.
Together
the merlot and steak
are heavy
and intense,
as is our passion
for each other.
Not everyone
can handle such a density
of desires and lust.
She took a deep breath
as she tried to regain her bearings.
Only he
could make her nipples hard
when she was pouring
a glass of wine
and he wasn’t even there.
Tall glass of this Merlot,
hot bath,
comfy jammies
that’s the remedy
for today
and to take her mind
off of him.
She makes her way
out of the kitchen
and there it is.
That wall.
Ever since that night
there are times
where the memories
just transfix her.
The non existent silhouette
of their tawdry tryst
against that very wall
highlighted in her mind’s eye.
Taking another sip,
she almost didn’t taste
the wine.
From the memory
to the mind
to the eye
ethereal shapes
started to form.
Here memory
starting to play out
before her very eyes
as if
it were some out of body experience.
A rush of heat
slams into her
like opening a blast furnace door,
as she watches him
back her up against the wall
like a predatory hunter
cornering it’s prey.
The gentle sweet man
transformed
into feral,
carnal beast
fixed completely on her.
Her shoulders
pinned flat,
as if the wall
reached out and held her
as an extension
of his lust driven desire.
His body
trying to synthesize,
invade
and assimilate every facet of her.
She could feel her breathing hastening
as her doppelganger's
chest heaves,
struggling between gasps,
compressed against his chest
and that wall.
The shadow of his shoulders
seemed to grow several inches
every time his breath seethed,
as his civility
tried to tame the rampant desire
fighting its way free.
Her nipples hardened
as she watched herself
trapped by the ghost of him
and the memory of that wall.
Every moan
every clenching of her hand
as she tried to cling to him
was a language
unique to only them.
The relentless kissing
of her neck
made her expose herself more.
She was ever so hungry
to feel the hunger in him.
The seismic magnitude
of their pent up need
could not be measured
but simply witnessed.
That force
is what bound her
to her spot in the present
to watch the glimmers of the past.
Transfixed
breathless in the memory
of two titanic tectonic forces
rolling, grinding shaping
each other.
Watching him reach out through time
his hand sliding up under her shirt
the echo of him
dragging his thumb
back and forth
across her nipple
through her bra
that she could still feel in this moment.
Her body aching with want
at the mirage
her mind was projecting.
Her cheeks flush with color and heat
required her
to take a sip of wine
as the heat of desire
rolled down the back of her neck.
Dragging his teeth
down her neck
as he gave her nipple
a pinch made her
and her ghost
both cry out it pleasure
as the heat
flowed through her
like lava
down the volcano.
Her eyes could see
what her body felt.
Remembering that feeling
of being claimed,
that instant
when the wetness
begged for more.
That delicious compression
between material and man.
How his appetite for her
gave her front row seats
to watch
this devolution
of this civilized man.
His hands became paws.
The paws squeezing,
kneading,
groping,
forever trying
to grab more,
while his lips
devoured hers.
She didnt want
the moment to end
but also want to push him back
and tear into him
herself.
Like waves against the breakers
he continued to rhythmically undulate
and crash into her.
She was trapped
exactly where
she wanted to be.
The electric current
she currently felt,
slid down her spine
like the wine did
down her throat.
The wine was doing nothing
to calm the rapid pounding
her heart was going through.
Watching the spectre of him
slide from her breast
to her ribs,
to following the lines
of her curves
down to her hips
and then back up
until it molded
to the contour
of her breast
made her body tingle.
His hand was sandwiched
between his chest and her breast
as she was sandwiched
between him and the wall.
The more he pressed
against her
the more she could feel
the bulging desire
wanting her.
The more he pressed against her
the more he need to get closer.
The force
of his unfettered desire
seemed like
he was going to
push them both
through the wall.
Some how
being pressed
and molded together
simply wasn’t close enough.
He needed her.
A surreal stereo sound
echoed from both
her and the ghost of her
in the moment
she pinched her obsidian nipple
and the virtual phantom
pinched her memory.
It was like lightning
stuck twice
and simultaneously.
The past was present.
She put down
her glass of wine
unaware
it hung on a precipitous edge
of the table.
It could easily fall.
She didn't notice
or just couldnt be
pulled away
from the invisible sight
she was watching.
Her body was reacting
to the very memory
of that amazing night.
She could almost
smell his scent
wafting in the ether
that wasn’t there.
The wetness she felt
between her thighs
was very real.
Didnt have much time to work on this over the past week or so - so am posting what I have so far. Have bunch more notes etc just haven't typed it up yet . May be able to make some progress when I get back home today and tomorrow. Have a great hliday weekend every one 
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Steampunk Sex Study Part I
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Posted:Mar 7, 2015 4:45 am
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She makes her way
down to the basement.
The clean disinfected room
carried a vintage dirty hue,
much like a new trench coat
on a rainy April day.
Stepping off the last step
was stepping into a new world of history.
The industrial and stone elements
assaulted all her senses.
Rigid, cold, clean, functional.
She pondered to herself,
if there was such a thing as
clean vintage rustic.
The orange glow
of the edison light bulbs
was brighter than candles
but more glow than light.
The dark brown fedora
covered the brass hook
that the tweed jacket
hung from in the corner.
There he stood,
waiting beside the shiny
metal exam table.
One end of the table
was raised
like a reclined chair.
stirrups were swung back
to the sides
almost like armrests.
She approached the chair
White linen apron
and white linen scrubs.
“Please disrobe”
was all he said as he said
as he finished
tending to the tray
beside the exam table.
As she neared the table
she saw the sliding extension.
There was a noticeable notch
in the extension.
It was peculiar
to her since
it seemed to have a purpose
but none she could think of.
It was not a nick or dent
this was designed with a purpose,
but why?
Roughly rectangular in shape
it was grooved and notched
like the missing piece
of the top of an elaborate puzzle.
Turning towards the table,
he slid that extension
back underneath
so she could sit down.
He smiled
as he took and folded
each piece of clothing
as she undressed.
He places her clothes down
and extends his hand
to help her sit
on the table.
Completely naked in time,
she should have felt exposed
shame full,
yet felt liberated
if not a bit anxious.
It was much like that first time
you try something new.
She felt like she did
the first time her Dad
took her ice skating.
She could remember
feeling that excited
and almost nervous
wanting to feel
that sense of sailing
almost floating
as she slid across the ice.
She felt that tightness
in her belly now.
His hand held hers
as his gaze gripped her.
She was lost
in the depth of his eyes
unaware of her own movements.
It was like a dream
of a dance
where the ballroom and royalty
no longer existed
in a fairy tale moment.
His eyes so soft
so deep
she was mesmerized.
Running the back of his fingers
along her cheek,
he simply smiled at her.
Letting gravity
pull his hand away
from her,
he softly said
“Well let us begin.”
He turns to his prep table
and starts
the tick,
tick,
tick
of the metronome.
She slips out of her haze
as he pulls the white surgical mask
over his mouth and nose.
She can feel
the cold of the metal table
permeating through
the thin linen cover
and soaking into
the back of her thighs and ass.
Her eyes
now fully adjusted
to this lower level of light
she could start actually
see the entirety
of her surroundings.
She watched him pick up
some sort of head piece
or hat off the prep tray
beside her.
He slid the cap
over his head.
“Just relax.
Everything will be fine.”
His voice somewhat reassuring
but almost clinical
in its delivery.
His eyes studied every inch
of her face.
She watched him
watching her
as his hand
brought down
a small thin brass bar
beside his temple.
She watched him,
as he
one by one,
flipped five separate
gauged monocles
down into alignment.
a steampunk telescopic vision.
A muttering breath
seemed crystal clear to her.
“Beautiful.”
She watched his right eye scan her
as his left stayed hidden
behind the row of monocles.
The leather cap
the brass rod
the vintage gold monocles
made modern day disappear.
The fantasy was the reality.
The cold metal
of the table
only made the reality
more believable.
Adjectives like
gorgeous, stunning, delicious
seemed to escape his breath
like a thief in the night.
He seemed so deep in observation
she was certain
what he said was undetected by him.
He studied every facet of her face.
Her forehead,
eyes,
cheeks,
lips,
chin.
He could see every
all the flaws
she saw in herself
and yet he seemed
in awe.
His eyes were moving
like bees on a honeycomb
a seemingly random dance
that was specifically choreographed
Darting, dancing, recording, observing.
Eyes, lips, breasts, cheeks, skin.
The thought of him
so intently observing here
was an unexpected rush.
He slowly pulled his gaze away
from her and stood.
He placed his hand upon hers.
It was reassuring
and purposeful.
Her hands rested
upon a small little grip
covered in lambs wool.
He pulled a U shaped
piece of copper pipe
from the prep table beside her.
She watched as he placed it over her wrist
down thru the holes in the table
she hadn’t noticed were there.
She felt the smooth
cold copper surface
against her wrist.
He pulled two nuts
from the prep table
and screwed the restraint
into place.
He placed his hand
upon her cheek
and smiled
as he looked down upon her.
His eyes soft and tender
behind the shadows cast
from the dancing glow.
He walked over
to the other side of the table,
and restrained
her other wrist.
The cold seeping into her wrists
only amplified the heat
she felt stirring inside.
The lambswool
soft against her palms
as she held onto the grips.
He grabbed
a long black leather strap
from the prep table
on his way to the head of the table.
“Let me know if this gets to be too tight.”
His voice was clinical,
not uncaring,
but scientifically detached
and as industrial
as the surroundings
they were in.
The coldness
of the environment
was tempered
by the heat she was feeling within.
She felt the leather
as he laid it upon her forehead.
She could feel him
removing any slack from it
and tightening it
to something
she couldn’t see.
Her head
was held firm in place.
He turned a large iron wheel
beside the table,
which slowly reclined the table.
The metallic sounds
of the heavy gears and tumblers
filled the lab.
She could feel
the movements of each gear
through the metal table.
Clunk, clunk, clank.
Clunk, clunk, clank.
Clunk, clunk, clank.
The sounds repeating
until the table
laid parallel to the floor.
He again leaned over her
checking the dilation of her pupils
the flare of her nostrils
the flush of her cheeks.
He placed his lips to her neck
checking her pulse.
He gave a playful nibble
when he was done.
His tease was like
a lone ice cold drop of water
running down one’s spine.
His head moved
all around her
but she could only follow
with her eyes
as the leather strap
kept her head restrained.
He turned his back for a moment,
she could barely see
his shoulders and head
from her vantage point.
Turning back around
and stepping back next to her
she watched him finish slipping
the black rubber glove
on his hand.
The distinct crisp snapping sound
of the glove
seemed to reverberate
around this makeshift clinic.
The sound of the snap
injected a rush of adrenaline
into her.
She found herself
a little turned on by the sound
and her body’s response
as her whole being become
very alert.
Her base instinct
was not fight
but flight.
She was
all too quickly reminded
of the leather strap
tethering her to the table
and the heavy metal bolts
confining her wrists.
He leaned over her
rechecking her eyes.
The gauged monocles
still seemed odd
yet interesting to her.
He furiously
jotted down some notes
as he measured
her heightened senses.
He placed his rubber bound hand
on the crown of her head
scanning her face
left to right
and back left again.
She couldn’t quite follow his sight lines
to see exactly
what he was looking at
but the intensity
was undeniable.
He stood back up
and scribbled more notes.
He then leaned over her chest.
She was excited
and a bit self conscious
being so exposed and defenseless.
Her nipples were rock hard
part from the temperature
mostly from the thrill.
Being flat on her back
and restrained
she couldn’t see
what he was doing
but could feel the weight of his gaze.
She was slightly startled
when she felt his ear
pressed against her breastbone
listening to her racing heartbeat.
She could hear
her own heartbeat
thundering inside her.
She could only imagine
how boisterous
it sounded
in his ear
flush against her chest.
Her lungs felt like
they were making
her whole body rise and fall.
The way her shoulder blades
widened like angel wings
with every big inhale.
She loosened her grip
from them the handrest
when she realized
she was squeezing them tight.
He lifted his head
and let her breathing
start to subside.
He sent a cool
cushion of air
push between his lips
and roll over her
like a gentle wave
on a quiet lake.
She quickly sucked in
a quick inhale
as the air
dusted her skin.
She slowly
opened her eyes
her eyes adjusting
to the vintage hues of light.
She couldn’t help but squeeze
the metal hand rests,
and test the strength
of all her restraints
as her body tightened.
The sudden sensation
of feeling his tongue
drag across her breast
like a broom across the floor
set shock waves through her.
The wetness she felt
partly seemed out of place
in this industrial, clinical setting.
She arched her back
of the table
and let out a loud moan
when he repeated
the long slow lick
across her other breast.
Now the wetness she felt,
somehow seemed to be appropriate
because of the level of attention
he was giving her.
Pushing out
a prolonged steady breath,
she tried to slow down
her heart rate
before it exploded
from her still billowing chest.
He was watching her
when she reopened her eyes.
His eyes were so focused,
it was titillating
yet reassuring.
Her exhale caught slightly
as his gloved finger
brushed back and forth
across her nipple.
“Brass or copper?”
She heard him speak
but the words didn’t register.
He repeated again
but more drawn out.
She was distracted
by the way his rubber coated finger
went back and forth
teasing both of her nipples.
“Brass…..
or copper?”
Her head was swimming
and didn’t understand the question
or get why he was holding up
two small cogs.
What on earth could they be used for?
About the size of a nickel
the were way too big for a watch
heck the center hole would be
big enough for her…
Her realization
was cut short
when she felt the brass cog
against her nipple.
He gave a soft pinch
and pulled her nipple through.
The brass
seemed like a conductor
for the electric current
running through her nipple.
He placed the second cog
upon her other nipple.
All this experimenting
was killing her
she wanted him inside her,
now.
It was hard to breathe
and harder to think
as she felt the rubber gloves
strumming back and forth
over her nipples.
He stopped for a moment
and turned to the prep table.
He placed a small metal rod
in a dimple in the table
between her arm and torso
and repeated to the other side.
Next he grabbed
an awkward looking device.
I had two bars
that seemed to have teeth on them
or something.
There was a nob
above a center cog
and the top bar
looked to be hinged
They were in fact tracks
that paired with cogs
placed on her nipples.
He closed the contraption
around the cogs
and looked back up at her.
He studies her brow and forehead,
was she scare excited or both.
He checked her breathing
to see how accelerated it was.
He started turning the knob
which started sliding the bars,
much like that of a
kitchen table slide
expands a table
when one adds a leaf.
As the device moved
so did the cogs
slowly twisting both her nipples
like turning a clock
from 12 to 1.
He studied her reaction
and returned the slide
to the default position.
She let out a long breath
and relaxed again.
He slowly
moved the knob
to the two o’clock position
and she let out
a short breath and
a moan
that was stifled
when she bit her lower lip.
He let the knob
stay in that position
as she let out
three short breaths,
before returning the knob
back to twelve o’clock.
He paused,
noting the flushing of her cheeks
the protracted recovery time
of her breathing.
He quickly turned the knob
to just past two o’clock
and he watched her reaction
to the sudden stimulus.
The audible noise
that was part moan
and part “uhhhh”.
Noting the contraction
of all her muscles
from her deltoids
down her shoulder blades
that cause a sudden dramatic
arch to her back.
The metallic clank
of the bolted U bar
being suddenly tested
as her body involuntarily
sought to break the restraints.
He slowly eased the knob back.
Her lungs rose and fell
as she tried to catch her breath.
He noted the prolonged blinking
in sync with her blinking
as she tried to to find her center.
He slowly turned the dial
back to 1.
She let out
a small groan
as her body
sifted on the table
like windblown sand.
He kept gently
twisting the knob
and as it approached 2
she let out a louder exhale
and moan.
He kept turning the knob
and her grip
on the hand rests
grew tight enough
to whiten her knuckles
as her back arched
off the table
and she cried out
with a loud resounding
“Yes!”
The thread of the cogs
moved along the track
returning the knob
back to 12.
He watched her
close her eyes
and her lips open
and then almost close
like she was learning to whistle.
In reality she was struggling
to catch her breath.
He slid the rubber glove
up her thigh.
Her breathing hastened.
She whimpered,
just a little,
when she felt one finger
strum up and down
over her lips.
He coats
his gloved finger
with her sweet nectar.
He places the finger
upon her bottom lip
and drags it across
and keeps his finger there.
He leans it close
as he pulls down the surgical mask.
She can hear,
and practically feel
him take a big sniff
and then another.
He removes his finger
from her lip,
only to replace it
with his tongue.
He takes a small
little taste
as she feels
the rubber encased finger
back between her thighs.
His glove sliding down
over her lil’ mound
over her clit
till his finger
slides between
her swollen lips.
She can taste
the wintergreen mint
lingering on his breath
from the after dinner mint.
She cant keep her eyes open
or the moan within her lips
when his finger
effortlessly slides inside her.
Her moan is quickly muffled
by his kiss.
The palm of his hand
resting against her skin
rocks back and forth
as his finger
slides to various depths
within her.
His lips
regrettably pull away from hers
as his finger
continues to slide
back and forth inside her.
Authors note - am working on Part II write now but had to break it up otherwise may never end up posting it lol. Am trying to work on "setting the scene" creating the environment, making it part of the story and help the reader get a better mental picture of what is happening. I also (hopefully) subtly gave the male protagonist a bit more arching perspective. Basically he has set up this elaborate experience and kind of works his way "into character" and as the story progresses he starts kind of losing himself in it (which is why some more clinical phrases like deltoids, stimulus etc) and the end kiss is him kind of coming back to the human connection. He was kind of meandering off his true intent of pleasing her. The kiss is a literal and figurative way of him reconnecting with her which is why I ended it here. Hope you enjoyed and will try to get part II posted quickly.
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Sigh sometimes just to many naughty thoughts...
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Posted:Feb 1, 2015 5:55 am
Last Updated:Feb 21, 2016 4:37 am
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Sorry to all my readers/ blog watchers am working on a bunch of stories just haven't been able to focus on one so kind of been doing several as piece meal. Attached Is a pic of all my writings Some are finished and need to be type some are basically a sentence describing an image or a texture or emotion. Basically, its not a shortage of ideas just a matter of being able to focus on just one rather than being assaulted by. (I have added 37 pages to that folder in the past few months since i took that pic). I guess I am just to much of a perv lol. I have had 5 new story ideas just in the last week so lots of notes not a lot of writing but will try to least type one full story up in the next week or so. just need to focus on an image is it a couch, steampunk, leather dress, a wall and a memory, leather belt, blindfold bedside or what lol... Thank you for your patience.
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Bedside Manners Part I
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Posted:Jan 15, 2015 8:35 pm
Last Updated:May 7, 2017 5:40 pm
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He took her hand
into his.
“Follow me.”
The sound of their feet
made their way
across the hardwood floor
and down the hallway.
He stops beside the bed
and turns to face her.
“Are you ready?”
She didnt know
the context of the question
but she knew with him
the answer
was always
the same.
“Yes”
is what her
heart, mind and lips spoke.
The soft curl
of a smile
in the corner of his lips
somehow
always gave her
a sense of calm,
of security.
He kissed her forehead
before making his way
to the closet.
He emerged
with a white silk scarf
draped over his hand.
He folded it over
as he moved in behind her.
Gently placing the scarf
over her eyes,
he made sure
the makeshift blindfold
was covering her sight.
“Just relax and enjoy”
is what his breath
on the back of her neck
softly carried to her ear.
He rested his hands
gently upon her shoulders
letting her know
exactly where he is
and lets her body
and senses adjust.
He slides his hands
down her arms
and up her hips.
The quiet of the room
let her hear,
their breathing
slowly sync.
His fingers
curled under her shirt
and he slowly lifted it
silently prompting her
to raise her arms
above her head
so he could remove it.
The warm air
felt cool against her skin.
Hands ran over
her soft skin
like an ice cube
melting on a pre-heating stove.
“Stay right here”.
She tried to picture
what he was doing
as she felt his proximity
disappear.
The slight cool
of the evening air
heightened the feeling
of her skin.
Tilting her head slightly
to hear where he seemed to be
she heard one small click
and then followed the sound
of his light footsteps
around the bed.
He paused several times
as if tending to something.
Behind the darkness
of the blindfold
she couldn’t tell
if she had heard
another similar
yet different
almost mechanical click.
She felt
the waft of air
lap against her skin
as he
walked past her.
The sound of his feet
shuttling across the carpet
reminded her of the sensation
of her bare feet
being cushioned
by the plush texture
of the carpet in their room
A few heartbeats later
she could feel his presence
standing before her.
The edge of his thumb
met the corner of her lips.
He drags his finger
across her bottom lip.
It was wet.
Not wet.
But what was it?
It was smooth
almost a liquid
yet not quite.
He paused
and ran his thumb
over her top lip.
She rolled her lips in.
Just as she tasted it,
she caught
the distinctive
exotic scent
confirming her finding.
The coconut oil
stirred memories of summer
and warmed her from within.
Just as her thoughts
swam within her mind,
his lips found hers.
Slow timeless waltz
of lips sharing a song
the heart sings
of lust, desire, and want.
Lips parting
souls tasting.
His hand cradling her face.
Even blindfolded
she could see
his every feature.
Their lips,
soft and moist
from the coconut oil,
seems to slip and slide
and melt into the other.
A kiss
a tangling of souls
and desires
all with the taste
of the tropics.
His hands slide down
the divine contours
of her feminine form.
His fingers
unbuttoned her jeans.
His lips slowly
pulled away from hers
as his fingers hooked
her jeans and panties
and slowly eased the jeans
down her legs.
“Go ahead
step out.”
She raised a foot
and wobbled a little
with no visual guidance,
but was able
to maintain her balance.
He eased the clothes
past her heel
and foot.
They repeated
the dance
with the other foot.
His hands
traced the beautiful
of her form.
Fingertips like tumblers
gently gliding up
the outside
of her knees and thighs.
His breath
remained level
with his hands.
She couldn’t help
but let her head fall back
as she felt his breath
waft along
her inner thighs.
Her nipples hardened
and puckered.
She could feel them ache
crying out for attention.
His breath blowing
flush against her skin
as his hands
held her hips.
There was no shame
in the wetness
she felt
just a few inches
from his lips.
She didnt want
this tease to end
as she tried to
revel in the moment
and repress her lust
at least for the moment.
Her stomach clenched
and a sharp moan escaped her
when his soft lips
presses against her mound
in a featherlight kiss.
His hands
silhouetted her curves;
hips,
waist,
and ribs
all while
his breath
left a trail of heat
in its wake.
Higher and higher
his hands went
his breath heavy
upon her breastbone.
The heat
trailed to her left breast.
Each breath
hanging heavy
upon her puckered nipple.
The words
“So pretty”
caresses her nipple
before they were heard
by her ears.
His breath
seeped into her
like heat
from an old radiator heater.
He lingered,
not touching,
despite her body’s cry
to pull her
into his mouth.
His slid around
cradling her back
within his arms.
Such a gentle touch
as if held by a cloud.
Her skin
flush with heat
and anticipation.
Wanting his lips
to latch on
and relieve this ache
she felt.
His fingers spread wide
across her back.
His hands,
a mixture
of his worlds.
The softness
of his white collar
work week
and the signs
and recovery
of his blue collar weekend.
The roughness
healing to smooth.
Calloused and delicate.
His yet hers.
His hands
upon her skin
completes the circuit
so their desires and dreams
flow freely
through one complete
network of want.
She caught
a sudden hint
of a smell.
Something botanical?
No, no.
Something fresh
invigorating.
The wetness,
the ache.
his touch
made it all so hard
to focus.
The fingers
of his right hand
slowly cascaded
down her spine,
while his breath
slide down the slope
of her breast
into the valley of her cleavage
and climb the other breast.
His dedication and desire
exhaled upon her left nipple
with each breath.
What was this smell?
It was clean.
She closed her eyes
behind the blindfold
to focus her sense of smell.
To try and quiet her desire
to feel his coconut flavored lips
engulfing her nipple.
Orange…
yes orange
with a…
a twist of lemon.
The scent triggered
an effervescent tingling
within her.
Those clicks she had heard,
as time started to slow,
was the sound
of the candle warmer
being turned on.
She knew
it wouldn’t be long
before she felt
the orange blossom
and citrus blend
warming massage oil
against her skin.
She felt the weight
of his shadow
as he stood up
directly before her.
He leaned in close
and whispered in her ear.
“One small step back baby.”
His hands flat against
her lower back
and between
her shoulder blades
to catch her
if she stumbled.
Navigating the small maneuver,
his hands never left her skin.
He whispered
in the other ear.
“Turn around,
and put your hands
on the bed.”
Slowly she turned
trying to calculate
180 degrees
and not to fall.
His hands guided her.
She complied
and bent at the waist
to put her hands
on the bed.
She was helpless,
blindfolded and in this position,
yet she knew
she was in complete control.
She felt his step back.
Her mind
picturing the sounds she heard.
She could see him
pulling his shirt
up over his head.
His hands unbuckling his belt
then his jeans
before sliding them to the floor.
She could see his naked body
from behind the blindfold.
She felt his strong hands
slide around her hips
as he pressed his body
to hers.
She could feel
his semi hard state
against the wetness
he has caused.
Her body acted
before her mind
could stop it.
Her hips rocked
up and down
grinding her ass
against him
trying to coax
his cock to enter her.
The sudden sting of his hand
against her bare ass
opened her eyes
from behind the blindfold.
Her mouth whimpered
as her body wanted more.
The stern words
“Not yet”
hung in the air.
His hand gently rubbed
the spot
that was already starting
to redden.
“Up onto the bed.”
She reluctantly obeyed.
She laid down
upon her stomach.
Her entire front
was warmed
by the heating blanket
he had laid upon the bed
and turned on.
The plush warm blanket
cradling her skin.
She settled into the bed
as the heat seeped into her.
She listened
to his soft footsteps
as he walked around the bed.
He helped position her
across the bed.
Running his fingers
back over her skin.
Fingertips running
up her back
followed by palms
back down
as his thumbs
ran along the outside of her spine.
Despite not being able to see
due to the blindfold,
she closes her eyes.
His footsteps
are so soft
it almost sounds like
the first few raindrops
hitting the roof
before the rain starts.
The house is quiet
save for a momently grinding clink
when ceramic
moves away from ceramic.
He remains still.
she can’t hear a sound
within the silence
and tries to focus
on the sound of his breathing
to make sure he is still there.
Despite knowing
it was coming,
the sudden sensation
of the warm melted massage oil
hitting her skin
made her gasp
and breath in sharply.
She then let her body enjoy
the light warm candy drizzle
up one leg
across her cheeks
and back down the other.
The sutble click
from the top of the warmer
settling into place
was followed
by the touch fo his hands
to her skin.
His hands slid
up and down
down the sides
of her legs,
feet
and ass,
coating every inch
of her skin.
Every slow breath she made
she could smell
the citrus.
It was a refreshing cool
to her core
as the blanket under her
and the oil on her
kept her warm.
Gently firmness
as his palms and thumbs
steamrolled up her calves,
the back of her thighs
up over the curve of her ass,
giving it a squeeze
like a chef kneading dough.
Raking his fingertips back
down to her heels.
Gently lifting and bending her leg
so her foot
was in the air,
he ran both thumbs
over the front of her foot.
The tumblers of her feet
rolled and slid
into place
as his thumbs
rolled by.
She could feel the tension
explode like fireworks
as his fingers
steamrolled
the entire length of her arch.
Over and over
his thumbs
run over her arch
like tanks
over tin cans.
She could feel
all the tension
all the stress
evaporate like steam.
Across the arch
up and down the arch
across the balls of her feet
around and around
his fingers and hands flowed.
Easing her leg down
he lifted the other foot
and completed
the near symmetry
of the dance.
She sank further
into the bed
as her body became weightless.
Lowering her foot
helped her
be relaxed
and stop from falling asleep.
He slid
both hands
up her calves.
Like combines
in harvest fields,
his fingers and hands
moved up and down her legs,
churning
nurturing,
releasing.
She could feel
the different touches.
When his fingers
were like a soft breeze
followed by moderate pressure.
Deep within her muscles
she could feel
when he used gravity
and his weight
to press down into her
releasing the tension
like a pane of glass
spidering cracks
before it shatters.
The sensation
of his hands
cover her legs
in every direction.
Time had no meaning
or importance now.
Seconds
minutes
millenia
all are the same.
She was weightless
and almost didn’t even feel
how he gently
slightly spread her legs.
His fingers
and palms
found this newly exposed skin.
The sensation
of his thumbs running
up her inner thighs
like a serpent
through the garden,
re ignited the embers
smouldering below the calm.
His hands
followed a heart shaped trail.
From her inner thighs
just above
the back of her knees,
across her legs
to her hips
up around her ass.
Over and over
his hands tattooed
the heart
to her skin,
A sudden spank
gentle yet firm
made her open her eyes
only to see the darkness
of her blindfold.
His hands rubbed
and caressed
that spot
that received the spank.
Soothing and comforting
the skin
just as it felt like,
her skin was so hot
steam was rising
off of her.
Smooth palm,
feather fingers,
rakes dragging,
hands kneading,
back of the hands gliding.
All joined the dance
until it all stopped…
The melody of contentment
was suddenly drowned out
by the silence
until she could faintly hear
him walk to the other side.
The sudden splash of heat
hissed against her skin
as the warming oil
drizzled down her spine.
A few drops up her right side
and down her left.
His hands cross crossed
and braided their way
up, down, and across
her entire back.
His hands steamrolling
down her back,
breaking the roots
of all the stress
she carried.
Shoulders, neck,
spine, ribs and the small
of her back
were all adored.
Again she felt
the different pressures
the different parts of his hands.
Fingertips, fingers,
thumbs, knuckles, nails,
palms, and back of his hands
all tested every inch of her.
Time again lost meaning
and reference.
Her entire body
was saturated with contentment.
She felt the terry cloth
meander a\over her skin
as he erased
and oil that hadn’t yet
been absorbed.
Without saying a word,
he helped encourage her
to roll over
onto her back.
The sudden change in temperature
jolted her system.
Her nipples puckered against the air.
No longer heated
by the blanket
the warm air felt cool.
He left his hands
upon her shoulders
to ground her
as her body settled
and adjusted.
His silence was kept
so the words
his actions said,
could be heard.
His hands traced
the lines of her face
caresses her cheekbones
thumbs dragging across her forehead
to remove and tension.
Lips upon hers.
Kisses
to her blindfolded eyes.
His forehead
gently resting upon hers
so their minds
could be interwoven as one
before their bodies were.
His hands
slid under her shoulders
and hooked her arms.
He carefully pulled her
to the side
of the bed,
until her head
was no longer supported.
She could feel
the slow constant pull
of gravity
against the muscles
along her collarbone.
Once again,
she could smell
the coconut.
as his hands found her breasts.
Gently squeezing and fondling,
continuing to adored her.
She wanted to lift her head
and then she felt him.
She wanted to see him,
to shed the blindfold.
The tip of him
coated in coconut oil
resting against her lips.
A soft pinch
of her nipple
made her gasp
and he was still right there.
Her throat parallel to the floor
and perpendicular to him.
She opened up
and offered him
a chance to slide in.
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Languishing Love of Leather Part I
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Posted:Dec 24, 2014 9:08 pm
Last Updated:May 7, 2017 5:43 pm
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She wanted
to torment and tease
while he was on the phone.
He had already
been on the phone
for far too long.
She waited until he was facing her
she lifted up her shirt
exposing
her leopard print bra
and how well she filled it.
She started to fondle
and squeeze
her breasts
trying to entice him
off the phone.
He gave
a crooked smile
and puckered his lips
lick a kiss
before he continued to pace
as he listened to
whomever
was on the other end
of the call.
Undaunted,
she would not stop
and continued with the tease.
She removed her shirt completely
and stepped out of her pants.
She went into the bedroom
and grabbed a pair
of black three inch heels.
She slide her feet
into the heels
and positioned herself
by the back
of the couch.
As he paced his way
towards her
she turned around
and slowly bent over
the back
The stern look
upon his face
told her
she may have
take it
just a bit too far.
I pointed towards the floor
and mouthed
the words
kneel.
He came
to stand in front of her
as he cradled the phone
between his ear
and shoulder.
He was so close
she could feel her own breath
against him.
He was right there.
She felt herself
craving to taste him.
To extend her tongue
and trace the outline
of him through his slacks.
To rip open his pants
and just feast upon
the cock
she craves endlessly.
She didnt dare
tilt her head up towards him
so so tilted just her eyes.
She watch his hands
unbuckle his brown leather belt.
She could have sworn
it made ad serpents hiss
as he pulled it out
from the belt loops.
He took half a step back
and leaned down
to lift her chin
so she was looking at him.
He put the phone down
on speaker for a moment.
She could hear one guy
droning on and on
about this and that
and stuff about his work
that she just didn’t understand
or even care to know.
He gestured
opening his mouth.
The intensity
in his eyes
silently told her
this was not a request.
She opened her mouth
and watched him palm
the golden buckle in his left hand.
With that same hand
he cradled the back of her head
as if he was going to
make her gag
upon his shaft.
He slid the thin leather belt
into her mouth
and buckled it behind her head.
She was thankful
that the belt was only
an inch and a quarter thick.
He motioned for her
to remove her clothes.
She quickly complied
and knelt back down
on the floor.
She watched him
pick up the phone
take it off speaker
and leave the room.
She knelt there
alone in the room,
naked,
gagged by his belt
as he paced elsewhere
and went about his call.
Every time she breathed
she could smell
and taste the rawhide.
Seconds kneeling there,
made to wait,
every second felt like minutes
every minute like hours.
She couldn’t stop herself
from thinking
what he might do
when he finally got off the phone.
Would he take her up
on her tease
of bending her over
and claiming her.
Would he discipline her
for being the naughty girl
she had been.
Each moment
brought new thoughts to mind.
Each new thought
was enhanced by memories
of previous disciplines.
The more she was left to wait
the more she wanted him.
Her body
was betraying her.
The waiting
was excruciatingly exciting.
He paced
in and out of the room
as the call continued.
The leather
bridled in her mouth
made words
into noises
and moans.
She watched him
return the phone
to the handset.
He walked over
and loomed over her.
His eyes piercing down
like a volley of arrows.
She wanted to make it better
to beg for forgiveness
to take him
into her mouth
to turn the disappointment
into pleasure.
He stood before her
slowly unbuttoned,
unzipped,
and stepped out of
his pants.
She could smell
his scent
and wanted to
extend her tongue
and taste him,
yet all she could taste
was the leather
of his belt
bridled in her mouth.
His semi hard form
so close,
right there
before her open mouth
yet blocked
by the leather.
The tone of his voice
was like a shot
of bad liquor.
Part frustration
Two parts disappointment
with a twist
of passive aggressive guilting.
It was such a bitter drink
for her to swallow.
He leaned forward
and loosened the belt.
It fell from her mouth
and down to form
a necklace.
He used his finger
to lift her chin
to force her
to look at him.
He slid a finger
down her neck
and slowly started
buckling the belt.
Keeping his finger
between her neck
and the slowly closing belt.
His finger kept the buckle
from pinching her skin
as the belt
settled into
the custom sized notch.
He wrapped the end of the belt
around his hand
to secure his hold
of her new leash.
He pulled her face
flush against his pants
till it felt like
the outline of his desire
was being stamped
to her cheek.
“Naughty cumsluts like you
need to learn patience.
This is what you want.
Isn’t it?!”
Her words of agreement
went muffled
against his pants.
He let the leash
go slack
and she rested back
upon her heels.
She sat there silently
looking up at him.
Wanting so badly to say something
to tell him
she did it because
she wants to please him.
To apologize
for taking it to far
at the wrong time.
To reach out
touch him
take him into her mouth.
Do please him
as was her original intent.
Yet she just knelt
quietly.
Obediently.
He just watched her.
No words
just two lovers
watching each other.
Finally
he reached down
and caressed her cheek.
“Good.
You are learning.
Now stand up.”
He held onto the leash
and started proceeding
down the hall.
She followed on the leash.
They arrive
at the foot of the bed.
He loosens the belt
and let it hang
like a necklace once again.
Grabbing a silk scarf
he wrapped it around her
blindfolding her
and then brought the belt up
and secured the scarf
with the belt.
So the scarf
and the belt
removed her ability to see.
“Now,
your will relearn
how wonderful leather is
and what happens
when you misbehave.
Wanted to post at least part of one of the stories by Christmas. Am working on a blindfold story as well and hopefully will have something more this weekend  Merry Christmas everyone hope you enjoy this part I
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Writing Exercise - Haikus
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Posted:Nov 18, 2014 1:36 pm
Last Updated:Aug 7, 2019 4:34 am
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Lately I haven't had much time to do any writing (or typing some of the several dozen stories awaiting to be put in electronic form). So, yesterday during the last few minutes of lunch and today as I waited during my daughters dentist. appt., I decided to do a quick writing exercise and tried to work within one of the more restrictive structures I can think of, haiku.
As you probably know the traditional haiku is a three line poem based upon a 5 - 7 - 5 syllable format.
While very poor excuses of the beautiful art form haiku is I figured I would share my work;
Our bodies collide
Deep thunderous thrusts
Climaxing desires
Ache resonating
throbbing uncontrollably
I need you right now.
My mouth envelops
Lips tugging hardened nipple
Your hand cleaving me
Tendrils of fine silk
Woven within my fingers
I pull and you moan
Look into my eyes
As I enter into you
Body. Mind. Soul. All.
Backed against the wall
Here I have you, as you wish.
All of you is mine.
Your beautiful neck
is the canvas I paint.
My lips as paintbrushes.
Your legs are quaking
As I taste your ambrosia
You smother my face.
Am hoping to get some new storie typed up over the next several weeks. we will see what time and the this old noggin allows.
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