It was 9:30 in the evening when the cell phone started vibrating on the desk next to her. Propping her glasses on top of her head she leaned back in her chair and picked it up. The number was unfamiliar and the message read, "Meet me at the Venetian, rm 1023 at 11:30".
Quickly she sent back, "You must have sent this to the wrong number" readjusted her glasses and went back to work. No more then a minute passed when the phone vibrated again, "No, right number. Stop working and get in the shower." She stared at the message completely baffled.
Now her curiosity was peeked, "Who is this?" she sent then waited, staring at the phone.
"The ONLY way to find out is to be at the room in 2 hours." the return message read.
She waited a moment before sending, "Who is this?" again.
"This is the last message, the ONLY way to find out is to be at the room in 1 hour 57 minutes now." the return message read.
She felt the flutter of nerves in her stomach as she contemplated the whole situation. She had a feeling who ever was sending the messages meant what they said about not answering but she couldn't resist trying, "I'm not going drive to the hotel this late at night when I don't know who you are!", then waited.
She knew what they were thinking, "oh yes you will." though she never got that message.
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Friday, August 28, 2009
100th Post plus pictures!
Read through to the bottom to find out the secret of this story.
You know the moments in life when you want to stop and witness something right in front of you over and over again? That's how he felt every time he looked at the pictures.
He swore to himself that the afternoon they spent together would never interfere with his life. His wife would never know, it was just this one time.
He should have been happy with the fact he was with her. People dreamed about being this close to her. He had spent that afternoon wrapped up in her arms, legs and lips.
The moment they closed the door, their hands could not reach each other fast enough. The passion was intense, the moments passing way too quickly. Their time was limited but would not be wasted.
He had brought his camera at her request. She wanted him to have a reminder of the time they spent together.
Leaving her was harder then he had expected. Driving away from that hotel, he felt his heart was left behind. But he kept the pictures near.
Coming home from work a few days later, he found his wife upset. The floor littered with HER pictures. He couldn't decide if he was more angry that he was caught, or the fact she was touching the pictures.
Looking up at him, tears streaming down her face, she leaned over to pick up one of the photos. Watching him, she slowly lit the fire, daring him to stop her.
In that moment he knew.
Today marks my 100th post. When I started this blog a few months ago it was just a passing hobby. Now I look forward to writing, sharing and reading each one of your blogs every day. I am always awed by the openness, honesty and caring that I find. I have laughed, worried and talked about many of you, even though I haven't met you! Thank you for sharing this journey with me as I continue forward!
Each of the pictures within the pictures are of me. Just a small thank you for coming back as often as you do!
Thursday, August 27, 2009
The Kiss
I'm thinking of you.
The sound of your voice,
the weight of your body over mine.
the weight of your body over mine.
I'm thinking of you, again.
Your hand moving through my hair,
tilting my head to meet your lips.
tilting my head to meet your lips.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
The Club
The tempo is swift and accelerating while the air hot with desire. Music moves through me in waves. People melting into each other as the lights played across the floor. My back against your chest, my hips grinding into yours. Arms wrapped behind my head around your neck, my body open for your hands. Completely immersed in you, the moment and I am lost.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
TMI Tuesday!
1. Do you have "your" side of the bed? Which side?
Yes! Usually it is the side closest to the wall. I hate being near the door.
2. How old is your pillow and what condition is it in?
A year old and flat! Just like I like it.
3. What is your favorite position to sleep in?
On my stomach, one arm under my pillow and head with the other pulled closed to my body.
4. How often do you change your sheets?
Once a week! Laundry day heheheh
5. What helps you fall asleep when insomnia strikes?
Usually I'll just daydream until I'm sleepy enough to fall asleep.
6. Does sex make you sleepy or energized?
Depends on the session and how tired I am. Though usually I'm energized.
7. What is the minimum amount of sleep that you need to be functional the next day.
To function? 3-4 hours. To be a happy healthy person, 8!
You know you want to play TMI Tuesdays!!
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Strawberry Red, Part 3
Her lips were as full as the strawberries, tasting just as sweet. Sliding my tongue over the top, I felt her moan softly. Her fingers grasped my nipple, twisting it towards her. My hand snaked up her back, wrapping into her hair. Pulling her head back to lay her on the blanket, I gave her a sly smile.
"Let me help you out of those," I said pulling her shorts over her hips. She wasn't wearing anything beneath. I shivered at the thought that she had planned this. My hand rested on her mound, smooth to the touch. She laid perfectly still, waiting.
Moving my hands down to her thighs, I parted her legs. Then sat back to stare at the beauty in front of me, skin shining in the sunlight. Reaching into the basket I pulled out a strawberry, placed it between my lips and leaned over. I begin sliding the strawberry between her lips, pressing inwards until I hear her gasp. Leaving the strawberry where it rests, I move back to see the green leaves laid against her skin creating a lovely flower in the most appropriate spot.
"You do intend on eating that strawberry, right?" She asked with an evil grin.
"I intend on eating more then just the strawberry," I said as I lowered my head between her legs.
"Let me help you out of those," I said pulling her shorts over her hips. She wasn't wearing anything beneath. I shivered at the thought that she had planned this. My hand rested on her mound, smooth to the touch. She laid perfectly still, waiting.
Moving my hands down to her thighs, I parted her legs. Then sat back to stare at the beauty in front of me, skin shining in the sunlight. Reaching into the basket I pulled out a strawberry, placed it between my lips and leaned over. I begin sliding the strawberry between her lips, pressing inwards until I hear her gasp. Leaving the strawberry where it rests, I move back to see the green leaves laid against her skin creating a lovely flower in the most appropriate spot.
"You do intend on eating that strawberry, right?" She asked with an evil grin.
"I intend on eating more then just the strawberry," I said as I lowered my head between her legs.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Work
You're busy, again. The keyboard clicks with a purpose as you sit head bent, concentrating. I'm not worried that you haven't noticed I walked into the room. It always starts this way when work beckons.
I stand near the window, my reflection shining in your monitor. You watch as I slowly start to remove my clothing. The shirt is pulled over my head, my body stretching as I toss it to the side. Bending at the waist I slide my short and panties over my full hips. Then moving my hands behind my back to undo my bra, letting it slip to the floor.
The keyboard clicking has long since stopped, your eyes burning a hole into the monitor.
I stand near the window, my reflection shining in your monitor. You watch as I slowly start to remove my clothing. The shirt is pulled over my head, my body stretching as I toss it to the side. Bending at the waist I slide my short and panties over my full hips. Then moving my hands behind my back to undo my bra, letting it slip to the floor.
The keyboard clicking has long since stopped, your eyes burning a hole into the monitor.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Fill In Friday!
1. I remember, I remember the way you spoke.
2. Dear my body I want you to know I do it all for you.;)
3. Is that my name on your lips!!???
4. I'm trying to resist the temptation of Him.
5. I'm saving a myself just for you!
6. If I made a birthday list an airline ticket would definitely be on it!!!
7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to going out, tomorrow my plans include paying for Friday night and Sunday, I want to figure out where the weekend went!!
You know you want to play Fill In Fridays!
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Just Listen, Part 1
Standing in the doorway she moved her hands up his chest, pushing his shirt over his head. Leaning in to kiss him deeply she slipped his zipper down while shoving his jeans to the floor. Slithering down his body then looking up at him, she smiled, inching his brief over his hips slowly. As he reached for her, she pushed his hands away and stood up.
"Sit." She said as they walked into the room. He stared at the chair facing away from the bed with just a few feet in between. He watched her as he sat down on the hard wooden chair.
"Do not turn around and you are not allowed to touch yourself." She said sternly as she pulled his arms behind his back and wrapping a dark blue tie around each wrist and through the chair. He smiled at the thought.
Standing behind him, breathing softly on the back of his neck, she let her hair fall over his shoulders. Pulling away she started to undress. Tossing her shirt over his shoulders and followed by her skirt. She walked in front of him for a moment in just her bra and panties. Moving to the dresser she adjusted the mirror that was facing the bed, slightly to the left so he would only catch a glimpse.
She walked behind him in full view of the mirror with her back to him. Slipping her bra straps over her shoulders then reached around to undo the clasps, letting it fall to the floor. He watched her intently. She smiled over her shoulder then moved out of view into the bed.
"Sit." She said as they walked into the room. He stared at the chair facing away from the bed with just a few feet in between. He watched her as he sat down on the hard wooden chair.
"Do not turn around and you are not allowed to touch yourself." She said sternly as she pulled his arms behind his back and wrapping a dark blue tie around each wrist and through the chair. He smiled at the thought.
Standing behind him, breathing softly on the back of his neck, she let her hair fall over his shoulders. Pulling away she started to undress. Tossing her shirt over his shoulders and followed by her skirt. She walked in front of him for a moment in just her bra and panties. Moving to the dresser she adjusted the mirror that was facing the bed, slightly to the left so he would only catch a glimpse.
She walked behind him in full view of the mirror with her back to him. Slipping her bra straps over her shoulders then reached around to undo the clasps, letting it fall to the floor. He watched her intently. She smiled over her shoulder then moved out of view into the bed.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
The Table, Prelude
**This was written by a friend who was inspired from reading the rest of The Table. *blushes* How awesome is that?!**
I sit across the table from you, looking, observing. You are stunning this evening. Hair pulled up exposing your delicate neck. Your evening dress accentuates your features. The black material of the dress broken with thin hints of silver and gray. Your shoulders are exposed except for thin straps. Your cleavage captures my attention.
You look away, embarrassed by the raw unabashed attention. You take in the surroundings, we are alone. The dining room is of the highest caliber.It's opulence is not lost on you.
"How did you afford a membership here?" you inquire.
"Well, I could only afford to open the door," I replied looking around to illustrate my point. "I'm an associate member, I have to take steps to secure a full membership."
"Take steps?" another question.
"It isn't about money. Lyle is the master of the club. He has no need for my money, he wants something more precious, more dear."
No question, just a quizical look in response.
"You", I say in an informational tone.
You set your napkin on the table and begin to rise, "I'm not,"
"Sit!" It is a firm tone, you have heard it before. The implication is clear. "Your panties, now if you please" the tone now tinged with a hint of impatience. "Do not have me ask again. Do not cause a scene."
Slowly you reach down. The table hides your movements, but I can see you are adjusting yourself left and right, slightly bowing forward. You offer me your black panties. I take them in my hand, they feel of satin, there is very little material.
I snap a finger. A well dressed man approaches your side. I stand and hand your satin panties to him. "Thank you, Sir" he offers in response.
"If you care to relax in the game room, cigars and brandy are available to our valued members.I will take care of preparations."
You are alone with this strange man.
"Young miss" he addresses you, "Please stand and remove your dress".
You stare forward in disbelief. You are unable to even look in his direction.
"Young miss, I have no desire to hurt you. Remove it or it will be removed." and then to help show the sense of complying "It appears to be a truly marvelous dress, it would be a shame for it to be damaged".
Slowly you rise. Trembling, you slide the straps over your shoulder allowing the dress to fall to the floor. Soon, at his insistance, you are naked, holding his hand, following this man to another room.
You stand docile until offered a seat. You sit, legs together, arms crossed before your full breasts. You can feel your heart beating.
"You feel scared, betrayed" he offers, "You shouldn't, your gentleman has brought you because you are of great value to him. We have determined his price, membership here". he continues "young wives, fiancees, beloved girlfriends, women of beauty with a sense of jeopardy are brought here as gifts."
You see him taking a wide polished brown leather belt and restraints from a chest. He turns and displays them to you. "This belt will be secured to your waist. Your wrists, secured by these restraints, will be secured to your side. You are a very fortunate woman, so docile, so obedient." He steps behind you, you feel his hands on your shoulder. "Many of our gifts require further preparation until they accept the result that you already know is inevitable". His hands slide off your shoulders onto the sides of your arms "Please, stand" he commands softly.
You stand with your hands on your head. He inspects your body briefly. Caressing you. Your arms, breasts, waist, hips feel his touch. The belt is attached tightly to your waist, your breath is hindered. One wrist is restrained and buckled to the belt. The other follows. "I am going to lead you into the game room. You will be taken to a table where I will leave you. You will be used by many men tonight. It is best that you resign yourself to this fate. When the members tire of you, we will see if your gentleman wishes to have you back."
"Is this understood?" He asks.
You nod.
"Say it" He instructs
"I understand" you tell him, resigned to what awaits "I will do what you have told me"
Prelude to The Table
TMI Tuesday!
1. What is the longest you have been in a monogamous sexual relationship?
That would be 3-4 years, then things start falling apart. At least that has been my track record.
2. If your current relationship would fail, do you have a back-up for physical or emotional comfort?
A back- up? Wow, that sounds like you are planning to fail. I never plan to fail.
3. Can you be "just friends" with someone when there is an unrequited sexual attraction?
Yes I can and I have. Boy is that tough. *sighs dreamily* hehehe
4. In a assumed monogamous sexual relationship have you ever cheated, been cheated upon or been a knowing third party to the infidelity?
*Polishes her halo* I have never cheated on, nor been cheated on (that I know of).
5. Historically, what has caused the most arguments in your relationships?
Sex. It always came down to sex or lack there of.
Bonus:What do you want from a partner in a long term relationship?
Oh lordy that is a big list, I shall try to keep it simple.
Love, compassion, open mindedness, fun, control, creativity, individuality, independence and understanding.
I am sure if I thought longer there would be more to add to this list.
You know you want to play TMI Tuesday's
Punished
Naked, cold, limited.
The tile floor of the kitchen had long since numbed her behind. She ran her hand over the length of the chain from the radiator to her collar as she shifted uncomfortably. The flimsy nightie that He had allowed her to wear did nothing to stop the cold.
She looked out the window and saw the sun rising over the mountains. Morning was coming and she hadn't slept a bit. Though He knew she wouldn't, tied up downstairs. Eyes heavy she leaned her head on the chain and rested, knowing He would be down soon.
He watched her from the doorway. Her head laid against her hands, leaning on the chain. Walking over to her he took the keys from his pocket, unlocked the collar and gathered her into his arms. He sighed and thought in time she would learn as he carried her upstairs.
The tile floor of the kitchen had long since numbed her behind. She ran her hand over the length of the chain from the radiator to her collar as she shifted uncomfortably. The flimsy nightie that He had allowed her to wear did nothing to stop the cold.
She looked out the window and saw the sun rising over the mountains. Morning was coming and she hadn't slept a bit. Though He knew she wouldn't, tied up downstairs. Eyes heavy she leaned her head on the chain and rested, knowing He would be down soon.
He watched her from the doorway. Her head laid against her hands, leaning on the chain. Walking over to her he took the keys from his pocket, unlocked the collar and gathered her into his arms. He sighed and thought in time she would learn as he carried her upstairs.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Strawberry Red, Part 2
As I rolled over to see where the voice was coming from the sun blurred the vision in front of me.
"Mind if I sit down?" she asked as she lowered herself to the blanket. She was beautiful, long flowing brown hair with bangs that dipped into her sparkling blue eyes.
Sitting up on my elbow I leaned over to the basket picking out a strawberry. Holding out my hand to her I offered. She leaned over and wrapped her lips around the tip of the strawberry. As she took a bite the juice ran down my fingers.
"Oh dear, I seem to have made a mess of your hand," she said in an exaggerated tone, then she ran her tongue over each of my fingers, licking them clean.
The moment her tongue touched my fingers I realized that I was laying there completely naked. Her eyes passed over my body causing me to blush.
"The sun sure is warm today," she said as she reached out touching my shoulder then slid her hand down to my breast, "So warm, would you like some help cooling down?"
Murmuring my approval towards her suggestion, I reached over to pull off her shirt and moved closer so I could taste the strawberries as I kissed her.
"Mind if I sit down?" she asked as she lowered herself to the blanket. She was beautiful, long flowing brown hair with bangs that dipped into her sparkling blue eyes.
Sitting up on my elbow I leaned over to the basket picking out a strawberry. Holding out my hand to her I offered. She leaned over and wrapped her lips around the tip of the strawberry. As she took a bite the juice ran down my fingers.
"Oh dear, I seem to have made a mess of your hand," she said in an exaggerated tone, then she ran her tongue over each of my fingers, licking them clean.
The moment her tongue touched my fingers I realized that I was laying there completely naked. Her eyes passed over my body causing me to blush.
"The sun sure is warm today," she said as she reached out touching my shoulder then slid her hand down to my breast, "So warm, would you like some help cooling down?"
Murmuring my approval towards her suggestion, I reached over to pull off her shirt and moved closer so I could taste the strawberries as I kissed her.
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Hair
In the dark theater his hand slid up her neck, wrapping his fingers around her hair. Tugging slightly he felt her gasp as she buried her head into his shoulder.
In the parking lot, in the light of the open car door he wrapped his hands in her hair again, pulling back her head. Her gasps turn to whimpers as she buries herself into his kiss.
In the bedroom, by the light of the hallway he wrapped his hands in her hair again, drawing her towards the pillow. She moans as she wraps her legs around his body burying herself into him.
In the parking lot, in the light of the open car door he wrapped his hands in her hair again, pulling back her head. Her gasps turn to whimpers as she buries herself into his kiss.
In the bedroom, by the light of the hallway he wrapped his hands in her hair again, drawing her towards the pillow. She moans as she wraps her legs around his body burying herself into him.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Fill In Friday!
1. When will I stop trying so hard?
2. Funny people was the last movie I saw but I'm not sure I'd classify it was good.
3. Everything has its beauty but sometimes we can't see that.
4. Stuffed salmon is what I had for dinner, YUM!
5. I'd like your hands on my body.
6. Anywhere but here is where I want to be right now.
7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to going out, tomorrow my plans include (insert plans that aren't planned yet) and Sunday, I want to relax!
You know you want to play Fill In Fridays!
Strawberry Red, Part 1
Red strawberries sweet
Fingers, lips, tongue stained lovely
Want to share with me?
She laid the blanket out on the grass near the strawberry field. The tank top and shorts provided little protection from the warmth of the sun. Kicking off her sandals she settled on the blanket and picked up a fresh piece of fruit, popping it into her mouth. The juice ran over her lips and down her chin.
Sitting up, she glanced around to see if anyone was near. With a smile she stripped off her tank top, wiggled out of her shorts and panties then rolled over on her stomach letting the sun warm her backside.
Nearly asleep she thought she could hear soft rustling. Just as she reached for the edge of the blanket she heard a feminine voice say, "Please don't."
Sitting up, she glanced around to see if anyone was near. With a smile she stripped off her tank top, wiggled out of her shorts and panties then rolled over on her stomach letting the sun warm her backside.
Nearly asleep she thought she could hear soft rustling. Just as she reached for the edge of the blanket she heard a feminine voice say, "Please don't."
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Air
He stood by the bed, watching as she slipped two fingers inside of herself. He leaned over taking one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking hard. His hand twisting and pulling the other breast. She plunged deeper, her eyes closed and back arched. Sensing her orgasm was near, he moved his hand up to her throat, his fingers wrapping around her neck. As he began to squeeze he could feel the blood rushing through her arteries.
He whispered into her ear, "I want you to cum now."
As his hands tightened her eyes fluttered open to look into his. Her breath became shallower. She moved her hand faster though distracted by the inability to fully breathe.
The edge was near and he was pushing her right towards it.
He whispered into her ear, "I want you to cum now."
As his hands tightened her eyes fluttered open to look into his. Her breath became shallower. She moved her hand faster though distracted by the inability to fully breathe.
The edge was near and he was pushing her right towards it.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
TMI Tuesday!
1. How do you differentiate between love and lust?
Lust is always short lived, love is constantly changing and growing.
2. You are happily married, engaged, or committed in a relationship, yet you have a hot sexy dream about someone you have always wanted to do it with. Have you cheated at least in your mind?
Nope, hot dreams are completely fair game!
3. Do you trust your significant other?
100%, thats the best part about communication.
4. How important is your Husband or Wife wearing their Wedding bands? Is it important to you and why?
If you are going to get married then yes, wear your wedding band. Its a package deal.
5. Do you feel that flirting is OK if you are taken?
Yes! Flirting is a natural pastime. ;)
If you were 100% guaranteed not to get caught having a one night stand with someone else, would you?
Nope, I don't do one night stands. Caught or not.
You know you want to play TMI Tuesdays!
Monday, August 10, 2009
Embrace
Wrap your arms around my waist, pulling me closer to you. Slip your hands under my shirt, touching my skin. The warmth of your hands cause me to catch my breath and press my body closer to yours. As I run my fingers through your hair I feel your lips on my neck causing my knees to weaken. Thoughts run rampant through my head, too many layers of fabric between your body and mine. Moments later the floor is littered with clothing and our bodies are blended into each other.
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Friday, August 7, 2009
The Guest Piece!
This lovely guest piece was written by none other then Nolens Volens!.
He wrote this for me after being his 10th follower on Twitter!
Now check out his blog if you haven't already and follow his twitter, he is damn funny!
Happy Friday!
Thursday, August 6, 2009
The Car
Sitting in the middle of the seat I watch your eyes in the rear view mirror. Slowly I run my fingers through my hair and down my chest. I pull up my dress and wiggle out of my panties. As your eyes look back to mine I toss them into your lap. You adjust the mirror to look lower in the backseat. Placing my feet on the back of the seats I open my legs to you.
"Touch yourself." you say.
I move my right hand between my legs, slipping one finger between my lips.
"Taste yourself." you say.
Bringing my finger to my mouth, my tongue darts out to taste myself.
Glancing back at me one more time, you turn the car down a dark road.
"Keep playing with yourself," you say "I want to hear it."
"Touch yourself." you say.
I move my right hand between my legs, slipping one finger between my lips.
"Taste yourself." you say.
Bringing my finger to my mouth, my tongue darts out to taste myself.
Glancing back at me one more time, you turn the car down a dark road.
"Keep playing with yourself," you say "I want to hear it."
Horoscope for this weekend
You could have a friend or lover who is so shy that he or she cannot possibly tell you what's going on. Don't make any assumptions about how much others like you, for you'll probably underestimate your popularity now. Luckily, romantic Venus is active in your 7th House of Relationships, setting a sweet and loving tone for the weekend. Go ahead and make the first move.
*ponders and grins*
*ponders and grins*
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Contest Time!
The Contest will run until Friday Morning!
The Rules:
1) Read the submitted piece of erotica.
2) Leave a comment as to your guess who wrote it.
It was written by one of the 55 readers under the Stalker section.
3) Prize: Your choice: A) a written piece on your choice of topics or B) A collaborated piece
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The pain of bliss, finally.
Must not lose consciousness...
Ropes.
The smell of me.
Restrained.
Seeing blackness...
Candles.
I need to review what has happened to me...4 hours ago...stay awake...
There was a letter waiting for me on the doorstep when I came home from work. I looked around, not seeing anyone nearby. I picked up the letter and it read, "You will take a shower now and you will dress appropriately for me. Be at my house no later than 6 pm. Nic." I checked my pager for time and I saw that I would have 35 minutes to get showered, dressed, and drive to her house 30 minutes away. Shit.
I rushed through the shower, washed all the important parts, and I put on an outfit which was always a favorite of Nic's - dark dress socks, red boxer briefs, blue dress shirt, and grey slacks. No belt, no. Fuck it. I got my brown loafers and headed out to my car. The drive was non-existent in my memory bank - all I thought about was what we would do that night. I pulled into her driveway and I looked at the clock - 6:01 pm. Shit. Shit.
I made sure to smooth out my outfit before ringing the doorbell. No answer. I rang again. Nothing. I tested the doorknob and the door opened. I let myself in, stepped into the foyer, and closed the door, in which the slight darkness enveloped me. I stood there, waiting for my eyes to adjust while still unsure of what to do...I decided to walk into her kitchen. Nobody in there. Not even in the TV room or anywhere else. I suspected that I was supposed to go to the basement.
When I got to the bottom of the stairs, I smelled the candles before I saw them. Shit. Shit. Shit. That meant she wanted to be in control and I would be her bitch. No, no...not that day...I was feeling too defiant...and she loved it when I am defiant. She came into my view and I saw that she was wearing her business attire. She told me to come to her and unzip her skirt. I unzipped her skirt and started to take it down, but she slapped me across the face and said "I did not give you permission to do anything else yet!"
I glared at her and that excited her - my mistake. She told me to unbutton her shirt and I unbuttoned the 1st button and was about to do the 2nd one but I got another hard slap. "Do it slowly!" she hissed at me. I tried again and got slapped again. "Slower, bitch!" I did it ever so slowly and I could see while unbuttoning that she had her dominatrix outfit on. Fuck.
She stepped away from her outer outfit and said "You know what to do." I knelt before her and I tried to lick her leg, but she kneed me in the chest hard enough to send me backwards. I looked up at her and she said "No, no! I want you to put the harness on...now!" and pointed at it. It was a simple harness with loops at strategic points. I stood up and unbuttoned my shirt.
The sting in my leg registered in my head before I knew it. My leg jumped in response to the sting. Crack! Another bite of the whip, this time on my ass but too high up. I tried not to grunt, but that HURT from being too high up on my ass. She snarled at me, "Slowly, I want to see every second of you undressing." I complied, taking my sweet time with my clothes. I put on the harness slowly, not in the mood to feel the wrath of her weapon.
She walked over to me and put the blindfold on me so I could not see what she was doing. I felt a tug somewhere on my harness...and another...and another... Then I felt the top part of the harness go stiff and stay that way. I felt her put wrist restraints on me and then attached those restraints to my harness. Next came the leg restraints and then my legs were forced apart. Then I felt my hips and legs being pulled up and I realized that I was going to be suspended in the air. Helpless. Totally at her mercy.
I remembered the shock of seeing 2 naked ladies after my blindfold was removed. Goddamn it, I could not cover myself up even if I wanted to and I knew they knew that. I got hard. So hard that it actually hurt. I noticed that I was about 3 feet above the ground. I found out why when Nic positioned her pussy above my face and the new woman knelt between my legs. Perfect height.
I went to work on Nic's pussy, knowing exactly what she loved to have done to her...but the woman was GOOD with her mouth...oh, fuck me...fuck me...fuck me! I did all I could to focus on Nic...and the woman seemed to KNOW when I was about to come because she would back off and let me calm down. Shitfuckyoubitchfuck! Nic twisted my nipples hard whenever she was about to come - her favorite tactic to get me to back off but fuck no...I was being defiant. Nic suddenly dismounted my face and I saw another pussy coming down on my face.
I paid attention to how this woman would respond to each technique, filing each positive response away to memory...so I could pile everything on and overwhelm the magnificent cocksucker at once. After about 15 minutes of exploring her pussy, her knees started to buckle and she started to grind into my mouth so aggressively that I feared I would not be able to breathe again so I worked harder to make her climax. I emptied my memory bank to make her come NOWWWWW.
She quaked and quivered for what seemed an eternity before she finally fell away from me. I realized that Nic had been doing the same thing to me what that woman had done to me earlier...bringing me to the brink, backing off, and repeating. I started grunting and vocalizing louder and louder so she stood up and impaled herself on my very sensitive cock...hard. Goddamn, she was very wet and that felt GOOD! She grinded away at my cock, while leaning over to apply pressure to her clit during the motion. I said, "I don't want you to stop because I will fucking explode." She didn't say anything and she started grinding harder and faster.
AAHAHHAGH...grunt...uhhhgrRR...rrr...
The pain of bliss, finally.
Must not lose consciousness...
Ropes.
The smell of me.
Restrained.
Seeing blackness...
Candles.
____________________________________________________________________
Good luck!!
Must not lose consciousness...
Ropes.
The smell of me.
Restrained.
Seeing blackness...
Candles.
I need to review what has happened to me...4 hours ago...stay awake...
There was a letter waiting for me on the doorstep when I came home from work. I looked around, not seeing anyone nearby. I picked up the letter and it read, "You will take a shower now and you will dress appropriately for me. Be at my house no later than 6 pm. Nic." I checked my pager for time and I saw that I would have 35 minutes to get showered, dressed, and drive to her house 30 minutes away. Shit.
I rushed through the shower, washed all the important parts, and I put on an outfit which was always a favorite of Nic's - dark dress socks, red boxer briefs, blue dress shirt, and grey slacks. No belt, no. Fuck it. I got my brown loafers and headed out to my car. The drive was non-existent in my memory bank - all I thought about was what we would do that night. I pulled into her driveway and I looked at the clock - 6:01 pm. Shit. Shit.
I made sure to smooth out my outfit before ringing the doorbell. No answer. I rang again. Nothing. I tested the doorknob and the door opened. I let myself in, stepped into the foyer, and closed the door, in which the slight darkness enveloped me. I stood there, waiting for my eyes to adjust while still unsure of what to do...I decided to walk into her kitchen. Nobody in there. Not even in the TV room or anywhere else. I suspected that I was supposed to go to the basement.
When I got to the bottom of the stairs, I smelled the candles before I saw them. Shit. Shit. Shit. That meant she wanted to be in control and I would be her bitch. No, no...not that day...I was feeling too defiant...and she loved it when I am defiant. She came into my view and I saw that she was wearing her business attire. She told me to come to her and unzip her skirt. I unzipped her skirt and started to take it down, but she slapped me across the face and said "I did not give you permission to do anything else yet!"
I glared at her and that excited her - my mistake. She told me to unbutton her shirt and I unbuttoned the 1st button and was about to do the 2nd one but I got another hard slap. "Do it slowly!" she hissed at me. I tried again and got slapped again. "Slower, bitch!" I did it ever so slowly and I could see while unbuttoning that she had her dominatrix outfit on. Fuck.
She stepped away from her outer outfit and said "You know what to do." I knelt before her and I tried to lick her leg, but she kneed me in the chest hard enough to send me backwards. I looked up at her and she said "No, no! I want you to put the harness on...now!" and pointed at it. It was a simple harness with loops at strategic points. I stood up and unbuttoned my shirt.
The sting in my leg registered in my head before I knew it. My leg jumped in response to the sting. Crack! Another bite of the whip, this time on my ass but too high up. I tried not to grunt, but that HURT from being too high up on my ass. She snarled at me, "Slowly, I want to see every second of you undressing." I complied, taking my sweet time with my clothes. I put on the harness slowly, not in the mood to feel the wrath of her weapon.
She walked over to me and put the blindfold on me so I could not see what she was doing. I felt a tug somewhere on my harness...and another...and another... Then I felt the top part of the harness go stiff and stay that way. I felt her put wrist restraints on me and then attached those restraints to my harness. Next came the leg restraints and then my legs were forced apart. Then I felt my hips and legs being pulled up and I realized that I was going to be suspended in the air. Helpless. Totally at her mercy.
I remembered the shock of seeing 2 naked ladies after my blindfold was removed. Goddamn it, I could not cover myself up even if I wanted to and I knew they knew that. I got hard. So hard that it actually hurt. I noticed that I was about 3 feet above the ground. I found out why when Nic positioned her pussy above my face and the new woman knelt between my legs. Perfect height.
I went to work on Nic's pussy, knowing exactly what she loved to have done to her...but the woman was GOOD with her mouth...oh, fuck me...fuck me...fuck me! I did all I could to focus on Nic...and the woman seemed to KNOW when I was about to come because she would back off and let me calm down. Shitfuckyoubitchfuck! Nic twisted my nipples hard whenever she was about to come - her favorite tactic to get me to back off but fuck no...I was being defiant. Nic suddenly dismounted my face and I saw another pussy coming down on my face.
I paid attention to how this woman would respond to each technique, filing each positive response away to memory...so I could pile everything on and overwhelm the magnificent cocksucker at once. After about 15 minutes of exploring her pussy, her knees started to buckle and she started to grind into my mouth so aggressively that I feared I would not be able to breathe again so I worked harder to make her climax. I emptied my memory bank to make her come NOWWWWW.
She quaked and quivered for what seemed an eternity before she finally fell away from me. I realized that Nic had been doing the same thing to me what that woman had done to me earlier...bringing me to the brink, backing off, and repeating. I started grunting and vocalizing louder and louder so she stood up and impaled herself on my very sensitive cock...hard. Goddamn, she was very wet and that felt GOOD! She grinded away at my cock, while leaning over to apply pressure to her clit during the motion. I said, "I don't want you to stop because I will fucking explode." She didn't say anything and she started grinding harder and faster.
AAHAHHAGH...grunt...uhhhgrRR...rrr...
The pain of bliss, finally.
Must not lose consciousness...
Ropes.
The smell of me.
Restrained.
Seeing blackness...
Candles.
____________________________________________________________________
Good luck!!
TMI Tuesday!
1. Family is so important in my life.
2. Friends are transient here in Vegas.
3. Exes are better left in the past.
4. Strangers are friends waiting to happen.
5. Relationships fail when people do not communicate.
Bonus:
Tell us about your first love: *smiles in remembrance* No I think I'll keep that one to myself.
You know you want to play TMI Tuesday!
3. Exes are better left in the past.
4. Strangers are friends waiting to happen.
5. Relationships fail when people do not communicate.
Bonus:
Tell us about your first love: *smiles in remembrance* No I think I'll keep that one to myself.
You know you want to play TMI Tuesday!
Monday, August 3, 2009
The ties that bind us.
Laying on the bed, naked, blindfolded. She raises her arms above her head as asked for. The silk wrapped around her wrists then through the wrought iron headboard, securing her. Her legs roughly separated, each ankle fastened by velcro to the end of a spread bar. The rush of air from the fan above chilled her body.
She waits in agony.
The tassels of a suede flogger trail over her body, from her neck, down her breasts, dropping off between her legs, slowly lifted and bought down soundly on her thigh. The bar grabbed and twisted lifted her off the bed, she felt the sting on her backside before she was set back down.
She moans in anticipation.
The bar again was lifted and this time secured above, exposing her backside. Methodically the flogger caught each side of her hips and continued. Then with a flick of the wrist, she felt the sting right between her legs.
She writhes in pleasure.
She waits in agony.
The tassels of a suede flogger trail over her body, from her neck, down her breasts, dropping off between her legs, slowly lifted and bought down soundly on her thigh. The bar grabbed and twisted lifted her off the bed, she felt the sting on her backside before she was set back down.
She moans in anticipation.
The bar again was lifted and this time secured above, exposing her backside. Methodically the flogger caught each side of her hips and continued. Then with a flick of the wrist, she felt the sting right between her legs.
She writhes in pleasure.
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