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
Last Updated:May 7, 2017 5:38 pm
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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
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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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