How long the sensual teasing went on you can't tell. Time seems unimportant. Only the feeling. The feeling of my hand on your hip. My fingers parting, stroking, teasing...and finally filling your wanting pussy. As you feel your sweet, slippery, sexy juices running down your legs you utter aloud in a whisper, "Fuck me, please. I need it..." You want to pull away from the ties that bind you, to turn around and take hold of my hard cock and stop this incessant teasing. Stop it by grabbing my hard cock and guiding me into your wanting pussy. You can feel it. You need it. You're at that point where you know that if I were to fill you deeply, my hard, full cock inside you, that it would touch you in the way, in the spot that would push you over the edge and let those waves of pleasure that are on the brink, come crashing down, washing through your body, sweeping you away.
Night has completely fallen by now. Crickets chirrping. A soft, warm breeze off the lake the waves softly lapping at the shore and the crackle of the fire. All these sounds are intoxicating when combined with what your body is feeling. You push your ass out a little, wanting more. Wanting my two fingers, or maybe more to plunge deep into you and scratch that soft, warm little itch you have. You're hoping I'll remove my hand and replace it with the feeling of my hard, throbbing muscle. And then, to your suprise you do feel my fingers leave your pussy, but only a little, slipping out and sliding backwards. Just gently moving back and forth between your pussy lips. "Say it louder. Tell me what you want," I say. "Say it louder or I'll walk away and leave you here." Earlier this might have terrified you, might have thrown you into a panic, but now, even though your wrists are still tied to the deck railing,you are not afraid, and you're not afraid to demand what you want. Almost defiantly you say, "Fuck me. Fuck now, hard, like I want it. Fill me with that big cock of yours. I want it inside me. That's what I want. Are you afraid to fuck me?" As I stand there, a smile comes across my lips. I love your challenge. Your little ploy of reverse psychology. I know if I respond verbally I've given you back the control, so I maintain my silence and let my actions speak for me. I continue to tease your pussy, allowing my fingers to slide further up between your parted legs and I feel your clit, rub it between my fingers, Using your pussy juices on my now very slippery fingers to make it slip in and out between my fingers. You knees buckle at this sensation.
And then it's gone again. You feel my fingers slowly slide between your lips again and then back across your sensitive little taint and up the cleft of your ass. All the way up and back down your feel my fingers lubricated with you making your ass wet and slippery. You gasp as you feel my fingertips play across your asshole and your wet, hot little cunt tingles and clenches. You want this. You're not sure what 'this' is, but you want it and, losing a little control once again, you hang your head and grip the railing, "God yes, that's it, just fuck me. Fuck me somehow. Don't stop."
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Friday, April 18, 2008
Part IV: Just a Little Taste For You
Finally feeling more comfortable, and in spite of having your wrists bound you decide to take control the only way you know how. Your lips move from my mouth, to my cheek to my neck. Your tongue flickers in and out and traces the edge of my ear. You breathily whisper, "I want you." My heart pounds in my chest, my cock rises against you. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. We had fantasized about me taking you any way I pleased, your body my plaything. You were turning the tables on me, my mind and body teetering on the brink of losing control to you, and I wanted that too.
Arms outstretched, still bound as I stand between them, your lips continue their tantalizing journey down my neck, my chest, your tongue circling each nipple, your lips softly engulfing them, sucking, pulling, teasing. My hands tangled in your hair, stroking, smelling, loving the feel of your soft tresses against my skin. Down my stomach your kisses march. I look down watching you as you crouch in front of my kissing across the waistband of my boxers. God I want to touch that sexy little pussy of yours. I feel helpless to stop you though. Your teeth grab the edge of my boxers and lift them over the head of my cock, and then your mouth deftly pulls them down. As they fall to the ground around my ankles I feel your hot breath on my cock. Your pink lips only inches away from the pleasure I want so bad. Your lips lavishing kisses on the front of my thighs, So close. Suddenly, your tongue, feeling like a hot, wet, little laser suddenly begins to trace a line at the base of my engorged cock. You catch the drop of slippery precum on the tip of your tongue and follow it up to the head.
I want this. I want you, but not like this. Regaining what little control I had over my lust I couched down to meet your lips and slowly rose with your lips matching mine until our bodies were pressed against each other once again. I quickly ducked out under your arms and moved to stand behind you. My hands on your hips, and then sliding down the warm, smooth skin of your thighs and you spread your stance open as you feel one hand start up the inside of your thigh. You feel my fingers curve under your pussy, parting your wet, tingling lips. I pull back to taste you on my hand. Mmmmmmm.....this little taste of your sex makes me ravenous. I want to devour you sexually. My hands finds your little slit from behind again and I begin to slide it forward and back between your lips. You sem to be trying to angle your hips to get me to tease your tender little clit. Not yet, not yet. Your juices are now seemingly pouring down the inside of your thighs as you begin to move your hips as if you're being fucked. I love the sound of your moans as you toss your head to the side, eyes closed, luxuriating in the physical sensations, forgetting for a few precious moments that you're still tied in place...
Arms outstretched, still bound as I stand between them, your lips continue their tantalizing journey down my neck, my chest, your tongue circling each nipple, your lips softly engulfing them, sucking, pulling, teasing. My hands tangled in your hair, stroking, smelling, loving the feel of your soft tresses against my skin. Down my stomach your kisses march. I look down watching you as you crouch in front of my kissing across the waistband of my boxers. God I want to touch that sexy little pussy of yours. I feel helpless to stop you though. Your teeth grab the edge of my boxers and lift them over the head of my cock, and then your mouth deftly pulls them down. As they fall to the ground around my ankles I feel your hot breath on my cock. Your pink lips only inches away from the pleasure I want so bad. Your lips lavishing kisses on the front of my thighs, So close. Suddenly, your tongue, feeling like a hot, wet, little laser suddenly begins to trace a line at the base of my engorged cock. You catch the drop of slippery precum on the tip of your tongue and follow it up to the head.
I want this. I want you, but not like this. Regaining what little control I had over my lust I couched down to meet your lips and slowly rose with your lips matching mine until our bodies were pressed against each other once again. I quickly ducked out under your arms and moved to stand behind you. My hands on your hips, and then sliding down the warm, smooth skin of your thighs and you spread your stance open as you feel one hand start up the inside of your thigh. You feel my fingers curve under your pussy, parting your wet, tingling lips. I pull back to taste you on my hand. Mmmmmmm.....this little taste of your sex makes me ravenous. I want to devour you sexually. My hands finds your little slit from behind again and I begin to slide it forward and back between your lips. You sem to be trying to angle your hips to get me to tease your tender little clit. Not yet, not yet. Your juices are now seemingly pouring down the inside of your thighs as you begin to move your hips as if you're being fucked. I love the sound of your moans as you toss your head to the side, eyes closed, luxuriating in the physical sensations, forgetting for a few precious moments that you're still tied in place...
Sunday, April 13, 2008
A Tub for Two: Part 3
As you stand helplessly tied by the wrists to the deck railing, a breeze stirs the trees as the sun sets over the lake. You're torn between relaxing and enjoying the atmosphere and remaining tense and ready to scream for your life at any moment. The breeze coming off the lake hardens your nipples and you decide to chance a peek over your shoulder at me. You see me pulling my tight, black t-shirt off over my head. I can feel your eyes on me and it gets my cock hard. The look in your eyes is no longer fear as they roam over my chest and stomach, following my hands downward. I know you're watching as I continue to open my belt and jeans and push them down over my hips. You begin to relax as you feel certain that I plan on a lot more pleasure than pain. In all honesty although you don't know this, I haven't made up my mind in that regard. I know there will be pleasure, but will it be yours, or mine, or both? I hadn't thought this through. From our blog and e-mails I knew that I wanted you, but I wasn't prepared to have my breath taken away the way it was when I saw you step out of the car.
You relax and lean forward, resting your elbows on the railing as if you've decided to enjoy the view, taunting me with your beautiful ass pushed outward, towards me. It looks like an invitation, but do I want to take it? You continue to look out at the lake as you feel my hips against you from behind. You feel my hard cock through the material of my boxers pressing into the cleft of your ass, and surprisingly you feel my hands reach to the back of your head to untie the gag. Standing up you feel my arms wrap around you and the warmth of my chest against the skin of your back. My hands smoothly and expertly unsnap the bra clasp between your breasts. You daren't move, hoping to feel the rough, calloused skin of my hands cup your breasts, to feel my strong fingers stroke and tease your nipples between my thumb and forfinger. As you stand almost frozen, waiting, I sense what you want, but to give in would put you in control. If for a moment I give in to your wants I'd be lost in your pleasure, in your body, spinning dizzily on your every gasp of breath and throaty moan. I can't give myself over to you like that yet. I want so much more. More of you.
Unable to resist the delicious sensation of my hard, throbbing muscle against the warm embrace of your ass I continue to allow myself this little indulgence as you feel my hands slide down your ribcage to your hips. Hooking my fingers into the stretched string of your thong I pull downward sliding it off of you and as it fall the the deck beneath your feet you catch it on one toe and toss it aside. "Now I have what I want," I think to myself. I step back to gaze at your beautiful body, admiring every inch of your skin, wanting to taste each and every one of those inches with my tongue. Unbeknownst to me, you are also thinking of tasting inches of a slightly different kind. But how do I start, how do I finally take this body that I've fantasized about for so long? As you stand there naked and waiting I decide what I want. How I want to start to explore you. I come closer and duck beneath your bound arm and stand up between your tied hands, my face inches from yours. I thought I was in control. I though having you bound would give me that control. I was wrong.
You lean forward pressing your mouth against mine, your bare breasts against my chest, your hips with that soft, warm, wet little oasis against my barely concealed cock, now aching, wanting you. My tongue finds yours and draws it into my mouth. Your hips grind against mine and I don't resist. My hands encircle your waist and move lower to pull you against me. My fingers playfully travel between the cleft of your ass and you feel that familiar clench in your pussy that is predictably followed by the gorgeous feel of your delectable juices saturating your pussy lips and the front of my boxers as our tongues continue their intricate little dance.
You relax and lean forward, resting your elbows on the railing as if you've decided to enjoy the view, taunting me with your beautiful ass pushed outward, towards me. It looks like an invitation, but do I want to take it? You continue to look out at the lake as you feel my hips against you from behind. You feel my hard cock through the material of my boxers pressing into the cleft of your ass, and surprisingly you feel my hands reach to the back of your head to untie the gag. Standing up you feel my arms wrap around you and the warmth of my chest against the skin of your back. My hands smoothly and expertly unsnap the bra clasp between your breasts. You daren't move, hoping to feel the rough, calloused skin of my hands cup your breasts, to feel my strong fingers stroke and tease your nipples between my thumb and forfinger. As you stand almost frozen, waiting, I sense what you want, but to give in would put you in control. If for a moment I give in to your wants I'd be lost in your pleasure, in your body, spinning dizzily on your every gasp of breath and throaty moan. I can't give myself over to you like that yet. I want so much more. More of you.
Unable to resist the delicious sensation of my hard, throbbing muscle against the warm embrace of your ass I continue to allow myself this little indulgence as you feel my hands slide down your ribcage to your hips. Hooking my fingers into the stretched string of your thong I pull downward sliding it off of you and as it fall the the deck beneath your feet you catch it on one toe and toss it aside. "Now I have what I want," I think to myself. I step back to gaze at your beautiful body, admiring every inch of your skin, wanting to taste each and every one of those inches with my tongue. Unbeknownst to me, you are also thinking of tasting inches of a slightly different kind. But how do I start, how do I finally take this body that I've fantasized about for so long? As you stand there naked and waiting I decide what I want. How I want to start to explore you. I come closer and duck beneath your bound arm and stand up between your tied hands, my face inches from yours. I thought I was in control. I though having you bound would give me that control. I was wrong.
You lean forward pressing your mouth against mine, your bare breasts against my chest, your hips with that soft, warm, wet little oasis against my barely concealed cock, now aching, wanting you. My tongue finds yours and draws it into my mouth. Your hips grind against mine and I don't resist. My hands encircle your waist and move lower to pull you against me. My fingers playfully travel between the cleft of your ass and you feel that familiar clench in your pussy that is predictably followed by the gorgeous feel of your delectable juices saturating your pussy lips and the front of my boxers as our tongues continue their intricate little dance.
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
A Tub for Two: Part 2 "Trust me"
As you're being carried towards the cabin you are expecting the best. Perhaps making love on a fur rug in front of a romantic fireplace you think. You are stirred from your wishful thinking as I turn the corner and instead of carrying you into the cabin, I pass the door and go around to the side, heading to the other side of the cabin. As I round the corner you see a lit fire in a stone fireplace, crackling and illuminating the hot tub that sits on a deck hanging over the lake. The sound of the waves and the crackling fire wash over you, relaxing your body. You seem to soften and melt in my arms. As I still carry you, you take my face in your hands and press your lips against mine. The night looks even more promising than you had dared imagine.
I set you down on your feet by the deck railing and without a word I pull you to me, my lips covering yours, my hands smoothly moving from your back to cup the curve of your ass. I can feel your nipples harden against my chest as we kiss. Impulsively I pull back and sweeping my hands upward I grasp the edge of your shirt and quickly pull it off over your head. "Turn around," I say, "look at the lake." You do, waiting for the feeling of my arms wrapping around you. But before you realize what has happened I'm strapping your right hand to the decl rail with a leather belt. "But...wait...I.... " you stammer. "Shhhhhhh," I say as I press my finger to your lips. "Trust me." It's too late. At this point you don't have any choice but to trust me as now your other hand is strapped down too. You're starting to panic a little. You're in the middle of nowhere, with a virtual stranger, tied up and no one, NO ONE, knows where you are. "Don't scream, trust me, " I whisper into your ear. "But wait, no, I...mmmmmph!" Your eyes bulge wide as I gag you and tie it behind your head. "I told you to trust me That didn't have to happen."
You know you can't scream now, and even if you could, there's no one for miles who would hear you. Tears begin to run down your face as the certainty of imminent torture and death seems to loom. Suddenly you feel lips, soft lips kissing your tears and again my whisper, "Trust me." You close your eyes and wait, fearful about what might be next. Not wanting to acknowledge the situation you put yourself in, praying that when you opened your eyes you'd be home awakening from a terrible nightmare. If not for the terror you're feeling this would be a beautiful setting. The lake and the flickering glow of the fire. The crisp, clear night sky appears to be a tapestry of indigo velvet strewn with diamonds. As you wish in vain for a way to turn back time you feel my hands encircle your waist and unbutton your jeans, my hands firmly, steadily sliding them down over your hips and legs until they fall at your feet. You stand here, outdoors, all but naked in what you thought would be a cute and sexy little bra and thong outfit that would arouse your blogger lover at your first passionate meeting. In your head those romantic fantasies have been replaced by flashes, horrible flashes, images of what possible torture and pain I might be intent upon inflicting upon you.
I set you down on your feet by the deck railing and without a word I pull you to me, my lips covering yours, my hands smoothly moving from your back to cup the curve of your ass. I can feel your nipples harden against my chest as we kiss. Impulsively I pull back and sweeping my hands upward I grasp the edge of your shirt and quickly pull it off over your head. "Turn around," I say, "look at the lake." You do, waiting for the feeling of my arms wrapping around you. But before you realize what has happened I'm strapping your right hand to the decl rail with a leather belt. "But...wait...I.... " you stammer. "Shhhhhhh," I say as I press my finger to your lips. "Trust me." It's too late. At this point you don't have any choice but to trust me as now your other hand is strapped down too. You're starting to panic a little. You're in the middle of nowhere, with a virtual stranger, tied up and no one, NO ONE, knows where you are. "Don't scream, trust me, " I whisper into your ear. "But wait, no, I...mmmmmph!" Your eyes bulge wide as I gag you and tie it behind your head. "I told you to trust me That didn't have to happen."
You know you can't scream now, and even if you could, there's no one for miles who would hear you. Tears begin to run down your face as the certainty of imminent torture and death seems to loom. Suddenly you feel lips, soft lips kissing your tears and again my whisper, "Trust me." You close your eyes and wait, fearful about what might be next. Not wanting to acknowledge the situation you put yourself in, praying that when you opened your eyes you'd be home awakening from a terrible nightmare. If not for the terror you're feeling this would be a beautiful setting. The lake and the flickering glow of the fire. The crisp, clear night sky appears to be a tapestry of indigo velvet strewn with diamonds. As you wish in vain for a way to turn back time you feel my hands encircle your waist and unbutton your jeans, my hands firmly, steadily sliding them down over your hips and legs until they fall at your feet. You stand here, outdoors, all but naked in what you thought would be a cute and sexy little bra and thong outfit that would arouse your blogger lover at your first passionate meeting. In your head those romantic fantasies have been replaced by flashes, horrible flashes, images of what possible torture and pain I might be intent upon inflicting upon you.
Saturday, April 5, 2008
Tag! I'm It!
I'm generally not a big fan of blog tags, but my friend, a.secret (http://pocketsecrets.blogspot.com) tagged me and it's a relatively short one. Too short in fact. The idea is to sum yourself up in 6 words. In general I don't do too many tags because I'm not a big fan of public self-disclosure, but what can 6 words really say about me? Ok, here goes:
Caution. Contents not what they appear.
I have no idea. It's hard to do this without sounding corny. I didn't want it to look like those silly getting to know you exercises you do on the first day of third grade. Here's who I'm tagging with this:
Brainiac Chick
JRM
Having My Cake
Nitebyrd
Casdok
Have fun ladies!
Caution. Contents not what they appear.
I have no idea. It's hard to do this without sounding corny. I didn't want it to look like those silly getting to know you exercises you do on the first day of third grade. Here's who I'm tagging with this:
Brainiac Chick
JRM
Having My Cake
Nitebyrd
Casdok
Have fun ladies!
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