At first, he just gently touched her all over. With the lightest feathery touch, he explored her body from toes to head. Hardly making contact. Maybe he was actually exploring her aura and not really touching her at all. In another situation, it might have tickled... But this was pure sexual stimulation. When he got to her head... he stood at the head of the bed with her lying on her back. He rubbed her shoulders, her neck... Down her chest. Slowly massaging her breasts and down her belly.
As he started to stand back up, he lingered with his face near hers. Her eyes were closed but she could feel him there... could feel his lips just a fraction of an inch from hers. She could feel his breath, his energy. She tingled with it. She reached up with her lips and caught the briefest of kisses before he moved away. God she loved his lips. He knew this and he was such a tease. He bent down again and licked her nipples and gently nibbled them. She reached up and caressed his hair, his face. She HAD to touch him. It's like an addiction, she can never seem to keep her hands off his body. Sometimes he finds the need to tie them, just to make her behave. But he didn't tie her this time, maybe he should have.
He reached down and started to rub her clit... She was drenched. His face was inches from her sex, so intent on the job at hand. Once again, she could feel his breath on her... hot. Her greatest wish at that moment was for him to bend lower and lick her. Instead he rubbed harder and faster and when she was close to climax, he turned away from her. Though this time not to tease, he was digging in his bag for something... one of his infamous toys no doubt. Next thing she knew, he held a small but powerful vibrator to her already tingling clit.
With short staccato movements, he would touch the vibrator to her and pull it away, then back again. Each time, it made her body pulse up and down trying to stay in contact with the thing. Working steadily at this task, his other hand moved in with a glass dildo (one of her favorite toys, by the way). He inserted it into her pussy and thrust in and out.
Although he was quite adept at doing two things at once, she reached down and relieved him of the vibrator. As he continued to thrust in and out, she found just the right spot with the vibrator and held it there. Her arms ached holding it so steady but it was worth it. She exploded in an exhausting climax as he clamped his hand over her mouth. After all, there were people within hearing distance and she tended to make noise when she came.
When he was sure she'd no longer cry out, he removed his hand. She started to hand him the vibrator as he took the dildo and put it in her ass. Spasms arched her back. As she settled back down he reached for the vibrator, but she decided she wasn't finished with it. With the glass toy in her ass and his other hand moving in and out of her dripping pussy, she once again used the vibrator on her clit. It didn't take long for her to come again, writhing around on the bed. He thought he'd have to silence her again by covering her mouth, but she didn't want him to remove either hand from their tasks. She tried very hard to keep her mouth tightly closed and not call out. She was mostly successful though several whimpers and moans did indeed escape.
She settled back down from one of the best climaxes she's ever had. All she wanted now was to snuggle into his arms for a little while, but he didn't stop. Pumping away with the Pyrex, he took the vibrator from her and resumed his earlier torture of touching it to her clit and then pulling away. On, off, on, off... It was maddening. More like agony now than pleasure... luscious agony... She started to ask him to stop, all the while knowing that the words "stop" or "no" held absolutely no meaning for him when he was at work.
As she started to actually beg him to stop, she reached down and grasped the hand that was torturing her with the vibrator. He had to leave the Pyrex where it was now and wrenched her hand away, pinning it to the bed. He was leaning his body against her other arm... She was not going to dissuade him from his project. With a constant stream of "stop,stop, fuck! Stop, please, oh please, stop" her body arched painfully, wonderfully, spasming into another violent climax.
Through gritted teeth, the begging and cussing still flowed. He held her in his strong arms as she came back down, to make sure she didn't fall. Shaking all over, she curled up in a fetal position and practically wept... and literally purred in satisfaction.
Monday, May 5, 2008
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
Lucid? Well, I don't know about That!
My God he was sexy… and beautiful, so very beautiful. He walked right up to me and grabbed me and we started kissing. Deep, wet, sensual kisses. I was nearly weak and he was getting hard. I could feel him pressing against me. Then we were naked. I have no idea when or how it happened.
Why couldn’t I remember? We were making love and it was fabulous. But it all happened in such a blur. There came a tremendous rushing in my ears as I started to cum… and cum and cum… and… I woke up!
It was a dream!
Oh, Lord… what a dream!
And I was sooo wet, couldn’t let that go to waste. So as I started to pleasure myself, I fell back to sleep. At that point, I was able to “direct” my dream. Lucid Dreaming, they call it.
Hmmm, how nice. I started it all over again… replaying the earlier dream. It was so wonderful as I fingered myself. I didn’t think I could climax the way I had before but when it happened it was so intense that I woke myself screaming. But, I realized, my hands were on top of the covers and I hadn’t actually been touching myself. And I hadn’t screamed…
but, I HAD climaxed!
I was spent!
Oh, My! It was a dream of a dream! How very odd. What a strange sensation.
And what a fabulous way to start the day… well, guess it’s off to work!
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I've never had a dream that I was dreaming! I thought I should write it down, even if it was not as detailed as my other stories. I had to preserve it, it was plain weird... and pretty damned nice.
Can't wait to go to sleep tonight!
Why couldn’t I remember? We were making love and it was fabulous. But it all happened in such a blur. There came a tremendous rushing in my ears as I started to cum… and cum and cum… and… I woke up!
It was a dream!
Oh, Lord… what a dream!
And I was sooo wet, couldn’t let that go to waste. So as I started to pleasure myself, I fell back to sleep. At that point, I was able to “direct” my dream. Lucid Dreaming, they call it.
Hmmm, how nice. I started it all over again… replaying the earlier dream. It was so wonderful as I fingered myself. I didn’t think I could climax the way I had before but when it happened it was so intense that I woke myself screaming. But, I realized, my hands were on top of the covers and I hadn’t actually been touching myself. And I hadn’t screamed…
but, I HAD climaxed!
I was spent!
Oh, My! It was a dream of a dream! How very odd. What a strange sensation.
And what a fabulous way to start the day… well, guess it’s off to work!
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I've never had a dream that I was dreaming! I thought I should write it down, even if it was not as detailed as my other stories. I had to preserve it, it was plain weird... and pretty damned nice.
Can't wait to go to sleep tonight!
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
a ride in the country
She thought she’d take a chance that he’d be home… that he’d be free. He was always way too busy.
She turned her motorcycle into his driveway. The pretense? He had never seen her bike before. As luck would have it, he was alone. He looked over her bike. It wasn’t a show bike. She liked to RIDE her bike, not rub and polish it. They talked for a while, never at a loss for things to discuss.
He smiled suddenly and said, “Hang on for a minute” and he walked away. Returning a few minutes later… he was putting on a light jacket and carrying a helmet, he also had a small back pack. “Take me for a ride” he said. Well, that’s all he had to say. She climbed on, lifted the side stand and he jumped on the back. It felt great with his arms wrapped around her waist. Turning her head so he could hear her, she asked, “So? Where to?” He thought for a minute, “Take a left up here and follow the road to…”
After riding for a while he directed her to a place out in the country that she’d ridden by many times but never had reason to stop. It looked very private, quite “out of the way”.
He climbed off the bike. She started to shut the engine down but he stopped her. “Just put the stand down”. When she complied, he slipped his hand down and undid her jeans.
She lay back onto the passenger seat… holding on to the “sissy bar”. Pulling her jeans down off her hips he bent over her and began to eat her. The combination of the vibration of the engine and the movement of his tongue… sent her into convulsions almost immediately. She felt like screaming… should she? Here? It was seemingly deserted, but if someone DID hear… they might think the worst. Surely someone was being tortured. But still, it was difficult to stay quiet. No problem, he put one hand over her mouth.
After a few minutes, he offered his hand and she was able to get off the bike. They sat down in the grass. It was sunny and warm, a really beautiful day. They started kissing right away. He laid her back on the ground and stroked her hair, her face… He finished removing her clothes. This felt wild, lying in the warm grass, totally naked. She had never done this before. He started to explore her body as if for the first time. He touched and caressed every inch of her. Light feathery touches that always drive her crazy.
He started kissing her neck all over. He kissed her forehead, her eyelids and her ears. His hot breath on her skin was so delicious.
After being so gentle it was a surprise when he grabbed her wrists and pulled her quickly to her feet. He started to drag her over toward the edge of the woods and when she didn’t move fast enough he turned and threw her over his shoulder and carried her. He set her down on her feet and backed her up against a tree. Pulling her arms behind her and around the tree, he tied them with a rope that must have come from the back pack. Next he tied her ankles with the end of the rope… it was a long rope. Her legs were wide apart and she couldn’t move. And then he blindfolded her… oh how she hates to be blindfolded. But of course, he knows that. He walked off… behind the tree. She could hear him but what was he doing? A little while later he came back with something that he started to drag along her skin. Oh, my… it was what her grandmother would have referred to as a “switch”. Well, she thought, I guess I know where this is going. He started tapping the switch across her thighs, not hard at all… not yet. Tap tapping down her legs to the tops of her feet. Getting harder now he worked his way back up her legs. Slapping with it now… on the tops of her thighs, across her belly… up toward her breasts. There were lines now on her skin and she was whimpering.
The beating got harder and harder until she was sure she couldn’t take it anymore. It hurt! And she knew she was marked. Then suddenly it stopped. All she could think of was how much it stung when… he suddenly took her. Forcing his way into her…. He pounded her against the tree. The bark bit into her back and her ass cheeks. He was roughly biting her neck as he fucked her violently. She started to scream… not from fear or pain, but from ecstasy. There were no people for miles and no one could hear her but he placed his hand over her mouth anyway… because he knows she likes it.
And as brutal as this episode was… it was All because she likes it… so much!
She turned her motorcycle into his driveway. The pretense? He had never seen her bike before. As luck would have it, he was alone. He looked over her bike. It wasn’t a show bike. She liked to RIDE her bike, not rub and polish it. They talked for a while, never at a loss for things to discuss.
He smiled suddenly and said, “Hang on for a minute” and he walked away. Returning a few minutes later… he was putting on a light jacket and carrying a helmet, he also had a small back pack. “Take me for a ride” he said. Well, that’s all he had to say. She climbed on, lifted the side stand and he jumped on the back. It felt great with his arms wrapped around her waist. Turning her head so he could hear her, she asked, “So? Where to?” He thought for a minute, “Take a left up here and follow the road to…”
After riding for a while he directed her to a place out in the country that she’d ridden by many times but never had reason to stop. It looked very private, quite “out of the way”.
He climbed off the bike. She started to shut the engine down but he stopped her. “Just put the stand down”. When she complied, he slipped his hand down and undid her jeans.
She lay back onto the passenger seat… holding on to the “sissy bar”. Pulling her jeans down off her hips he bent over her and began to eat her. The combination of the vibration of the engine and the movement of his tongue… sent her into convulsions almost immediately. She felt like screaming… should she? Here? It was seemingly deserted, but if someone DID hear… they might think the worst. Surely someone was being tortured. But still, it was difficult to stay quiet. No problem, he put one hand over her mouth.
After a few minutes, he offered his hand and she was able to get off the bike. They sat down in the grass. It was sunny and warm, a really beautiful day. They started kissing right away. He laid her back on the ground and stroked her hair, her face… He finished removing her clothes. This felt wild, lying in the warm grass, totally naked. She had never done this before. He started to explore her body as if for the first time. He touched and caressed every inch of her. Light feathery touches that always drive her crazy.
He started kissing her neck all over. He kissed her forehead, her eyelids and her ears. His hot breath on her skin was so delicious.
After being so gentle it was a surprise when he grabbed her wrists and pulled her quickly to her feet. He started to drag her over toward the edge of the woods and when she didn’t move fast enough he turned and threw her over his shoulder and carried her. He set her down on her feet and backed her up against a tree. Pulling her arms behind her and around the tree, he tied them with a rope that must have come from the back pack. Next he tied her ankles with the end of the rope… it was a long rope. Her legs were wide apart and she couldn’t move. And then he blindfolded her… oh how she hates to be blindfolded. But of course, he knows that. He walked off… behind the tree. She could hear him but what was he doing? A little while later he came back with something that he started to drag along her skin. Oh, my… it was what her grandmother would have referred to as a “switch”. Well, she thought, I guess I know where this is going. He started tapping the switch across her thighs, not hard at all… not yet. Tap tapping down her legs to the tops of her feet. Getting harder now he worked his way back up her legs. Slapping with it now… on the tops of her thighs, across her belly… up toward her breasts. There were lines now on her skin and she was whimpering.
The beating got harder and harder until she was sure she couldn’t take it anymore. It hurt! And she knew she was marked. Then suddenly it stopped. All she could think of was how much it stung when… he suddenly took her. Forcing his way into her…. He pounded her against the tree. The bark bit into her back and her ass cheeks. He was roughly biting her neck as he fucked her violently. She started to scream… not from fear or pain, but from ecstasy. There were no people for miles and no one could hear her but he placed his hand over her mouth anyway… because he knows she likes it.
And as brutal as this episode was… it was All because she likes it… so much!
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Hey, I warned you!
Sunday, June 17, 2007
a lack of stimulation
...both physical and literary. This is my apology to you guys. Life tends to get in the way sometimes. I hope to have some experiences to write about in the next few weeks. Or at least, some fantasies to describe. Either way, I promise to give you something to read real soon.
no, really!
Sunday, April 1, 2007
Master Blog Search
Here's some enjoyable blog reading. I sure hope we haven't heard the last of Master Enigma... he hasn't posted for a while.
Friday, March 16, 2007
to you, my love...
Boss,
I know things aren't going exactly peachy for you right now. I want you to know I love you so much and I'm always here for you.
Hang in there!
hugs,
MC
I know things aren't going exactly peachy for you right now. I want you to know I love you so much and I'm always here for you.
Hang in there!
hugs,
MC
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