He dug his fingers into my hips and pulled to Him. Nuzzling my neck he wraps his arms around my hips and kissed me on the forehead between the eyes. "Baby, I'm glad you are home, you look tired." I nod weakly, silently. I feel nearly crippled from standing in heels for three days. I'm on the edge of tired bordering on cranky. He looks at me in the face and smiles down at me. "Did you have fun and make lots of money?" He looks at me, and His face quirks into a half smile with his lips pursed, "You were a good girl right? You didn't stay up too long with your girl friends and take your shirts off and compare titties did you?"
I press my cheek into His chest and laugh. I am too tired to want to laugh, but I cant help it, He says those things just to get to me. He pushes me away from Him so I am standing at arms length but he supports me around the hips, smiles down at me again. He lowers his mouth and kisses me softly between the eyes."I miss you so much when you are not here. It's so nice to see you smiling at me, princess."
I am tired and lean against His chest. He supports me and walks me to the sofa sits me down and puts my feet in his hands and starts rubbing them. I relax into the soft cushions and the soothing ministrations of my Man. Love wells up from me and i just feel so blessed, lucky to have Him. Lucky that he is so willing to pay me the attention i need. I feel tears prick at my eyes and i relax into His touches. He is so caring and gentle, he puts my foot into His lap and rubs it on His crotch. He is teasing me, but he has lightened my mood and I'm smiling at Him.
It's not late but i'm so tired. My entire body slumps into the cushions. Want to feel nothing. I just got home from 4 weeks in the hell hole factories of China and India, followed by 18 hours of flying and then the taxi ride from hell. The cherry on top of the shit fest is the driver noticed I had lost a button on my blouse. "Thanks Mate!" My meetings went poorly, i haven't had any "real food" in a month. Let's not even discuss the lack of sex, i'm jet lagged and pissed off. My entire body exudes frustration and exhaustion. I just want to be left alone to decompress from a month of shit.
My Man gets off the sofa and leaves the room. I lay gratefully with my eyes closed and fester, trying to relax and put the shit of travel behind me. I hear Him upstairs. He has been gone for a while. I weakly and go upstairs to see what he is doing. I feel bad for ignoring Him after being away so long. He hears me on the stairs and calls for me from the bedroom. I enter the room, look around for Him but he isn't there. He calls again, in a slow drawl. "Baaaaaaby, I'm in heeeeere." I follow the sound of his voice and peek into the master bathroom where He is perched fully clothed on the toilet. He smiles as my eyes take in the scene, the candles, the bubble bath already drawn the lights dimmed. He whispers softly "Get in, baby. I will just sit here."
He watches me as i undress. I unbutton the silk shirt and pull the hem of my blouse from my skirt. He watches avidly when i drop the soft fabric of my blouse to the grey tiles. He leans forward as I twist to unzip the side zip of my skirt and let it fall to the floor. He says softly, as if to Himself, "turn around, i want to see Your back"
I obey silently turning to face away from Him. I put my fingers into the waist band of my pantyhose and shimmy out of them one leg at a time then step out. I am now in just my bra and panties. He rasps again, "Turn around. I want to see your titties." Again, i obey and turn to face Him, making eye contact with Him. He smiles rakishly, as if he is watching the most fascinating ritual. I reach back to unclasp my bra and let it slide over my shoulders and down my arms until i drop the white lace at his feet. I put my fingers into the waistband of my white lace panties and slide them down my legs and let them fall to the floor. I step out of my panties and step into the hot water of the waiting bubble bath.
I drop myself slowly into the hot water. He grins down at me, still perched on the closed toilet. I lean back and feel the hot water soothing my sore muscles. I lay there, knowing He is watching me in silence. He looks down at me "Baby your body is so pink from the hot water, i just want to touch you everywhere." I open my eyes and smile at Him. "Baby, touch yourself for me please. I want to watch you, princess."
Again, i obey, sliding my fingers up my thighs to my hips and over my belly to my breasts. I cup each one in my hands and hold them out for him. I hear Him gasp. He looks down at me, "open your eyes, angel. Look at me." I look up at Him and smile slowly as He watches. "Touch your pretty little pussy,baby." I slip my fingers between my legs, i feel the heat of the water and the slickness of my soft pink folds. I lay back farther, setting my legs on the sides of the tub and rub my clitty for Him. My fingers swirl into my entrance and fondle my pussy, imagining my fingers are His.
He grins down at me cooing "Good girl, such a good girl, i have missed my baby girl, so obedient, princess." He is still perched on the toilet fully dressed and cups his own fully clothed crotch with his hand. He purrs at me "Keep going baby, Daddy wants to watch." He stands undresses quickly and, steps toward the tub. I look up at Him, and move forward in the water. He slides in behind me in the tub. I bend my knees up and He fits His legs around my hips.
I feel His stiff manhood as He pulls me back toward Him. He rests a hand on each breast and massages them slowly. The water only covers me to my hips now, so I arch my back to feel the warmth of Him. I open my eyes and look up at Him. He is still smiling wolfishly, i can't help but smile back. He takes the bar of soap from the dish on the wall. His one hand massages the lather into my breasts while the other slides down my belly to my loins. He rests a hand there and whispers into my ear. "Daddy loves you, princess."
I arch back and smile up at Him. "I love You too Daddy, i missed You so much." I bend at the knees and part my legs over the sides of the tub. He laughs softly and says "you are a horny slut for Me aren't you, princess?" I giggle and say enthusiastically, "yes Sir" He slides a finger into my cleft and he coos into my ear, "you feel like warm honey, princess" He massages my clit slowly rhythmically, letting my need ebb and wane for what feels like hours, i relax into His motions and feel myself starting to lose control, my pussy clenches around His fingers and i am rasping, begging for release that i so desperately need. He coos softly, reassuringly in my ear, "hold on baby, you can take more." I am arching against Him, His back is pressed to the cold wall and His fingers are deep inside of me, He is biting and sucking on my neck and the warm water splashes up over my chest for a moment as i buck hard against Him.
When i feel like i am going to tear apart from the inside, i cannot take anymore, He rasps softly into my ear, "Cum for me princess, give me all of you." I let go, i find myself floating in the warm water my body shuddering hard against Him, my lips seek His and warm red wave after wave of pleasure shudders through me. I quiver against Him, panting, rasping, "thank You , Thank You, Thank You" until i relax again and nuzzle against His chin.I lay there spent and weak for a few moments feeling myself drifting to sleep the warm water making me feel flushed and swollen.
"Baby, lets go to bed." I get out of the tub and i wrap myself in a warm fluffy towel and hold one open for Him to step into. He pulls me close to Him as I wrap it around His back. He leans in close to my ear "Princess, I fucking love you."
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Thursday, March 4, 2010
Moon Drenched
I sat up in bed my body tense and alive with the feel of His hands on me. I rolled toward Him in the bed and looked at Him, the pearly light of the full moon through the skylight illuminating Him in an unearthly glow. "Sorry baby, I didn't mean to wake you, go back to sleep." I just lay there watching Him as His fingers slowly caressed my bare hip. I watched His face, His eyes were open and He looked at me. I whispered sleepily, "whassa matter Daddy, why can't You sleep?"
"I dunno, princess, go back to sleep, I'll just lay here and watch you."
I closed my eyes and snuggled closer against Him as His fingers trailed over my bare skin, i was awake now, worried, my brain working as to why He wasn't asleep. I rolled over and pressed my bottom against His hips. His hands were slow against my smooth skin. He muttered almost to Himself. "I was just thinking about you, thinking how lucky i am because l get to keep you forever." I must have stirred against Him because he said more loudly, "baby, I'm sorry, I'm being silly." He pulled my round bottom into the curve of his hip and laid a hand on my breast and just held me there. I lay silently pressing myself toward Him, trying to make Him calm to sleep.
"That moon is just too bright to sleep under. The moonlight makes you look like an angel." He pulled back the covers to expose me to the blue white light. I laughed softly, he felt me pressing against Him and i felt him stir. I was getting cold, i reached to pull the covers back up, he put his hand over mine and gently tugged on my shoulder to roll me over toward Him. Silently he leaned up on one elbow and covered my mouth with His. I kissed Him back, tasting Him. My half covered body warmed by his, but still chilling in the stark moonlight.
I lay on my back as he rested on one elbow above me, just watching me. I was feeling awkward now, like a live butterfly in a specimen jar. Not pinned, but hypnotized, not moving under the watchful gaze. He ran the back of his hand from my loins up over my belly and between my breasts. I closed my eyes and felt the sensuality of His touch. I relaxed into my pillows, eyes still closed as i felt His touch take me away. I was so close to sleep, or subspace. I just let Him have me in that moment to surrender and let Him take me away. The back of His hand left warm trails over my skin, making my nipples perk to the contrast of His touches and the cold air.
So gentle were his touches it felt like a long time that he just slowly dragged his soft hand over my skin. His eyes were dark, keen points in the dim light. He moved slowly and covered my mouth with His again. He teased opened my lips with His probing tongue, making hunger for His lips. He pulled his mouth up and away from me, teasing me, making me want Him more than i wanted sleep. His fingers lay gently on my soft folds and slid a finger against my labia, just feeling my warmth against his cool finger. He let His hand linger between my legs. I reflexively parted my legs for His entrance, but that is not what He wanted, he just wanted to feel me. He wanted to know that His girl was always ready for Him.
He lowered his lips to my neck and cooed softly into my ear. "Baby, I want to take you slowly and stay awake all night having you." I arched up to see the clock it was only 1:15, what is being tired at work when you can have spontaneous lovemaking past midnight on a school night. I pressed myself to Him closer, wanting to mold myself to his body, be entirely His. I wanted to be one with Him. He slid his warm wet fingers over my cold skin, slowly and then finding a place he wanted to explore he pressed His fingertips into the arches of my hips and around to my soft, round bottom.
He looked directly at me. Watching me, he cupped a hand to my breast and sucked my nipple. As if drugged, i lethargically arched my back to press my breasts to meet His lips. He sucked harder on my nipple lifting his head higher up, i arched as high as i could, toward his suckling lips until i couldn't reach any higher and he let my full round breast fall from his lips.
I groaned softly, feeling my breast bounce back onto my chest and i relaxed back into the soft mattress. He leaned across my chest and did the same to the other breast, making me hiss with the desire for Him to suckle me more. When he dropped my breast again i rolled toward Him and He smiled wolfishly at me. His smile was slow to fade when He kissed my lips, making the hunger in me burn for Him. I wanted Him so badly, but i just wanted to stay in His arms all night. He lay with his head on his elbow, i faced him and smiled coyly. It was my turn.
I dragged a hand across His chest and down over the ridges of His chest, feeling the smooth expanse of His belly and the notch in his hip where the shape of His muscles point lewdly downward. I ran my forearm slowly across his belly as my fingers curled into the springy wiry curls at his loins. I teased His thigh, dragging my fingertips upward then when i was about to touch His balls, i would slowly slide my fingers downward. I was always, careful not to touch His manhood, teasing Him mercilessly with my slow effleurage. He arched it up, showing me what he wanted to be touched. I moved slowly my hair tickling his side and hip as i slithered down dragging my lips and tongue over His chest on my way down His torso to rest my head on his thigh.
Looking up at Him i grinned. The moon was passing over the sky light now, the full white orb, hanging above us leaving shadows on His face but his skin was illuminated in a glowing blue haze. I exhaled gently onto His cock and watched as it bobbed away from my warm breath then as it bounced searching for my lips. I grinned. I love this. This is when i am at my happiest. I looked up at Him the pleasure aparent on my face. He rolled onto His back and rolled me over Him so i was nestled between His parted legs. He propped a pillow under His head and looked down at me, my own wanton smile mirrored on His face. He cupped my cheeks in His hands and nodded slowly. I opened my mouth and in one long slow motion i took His entire lenght into my lips and sealed my lips around His shaft feeling His manhood touching the back of my throat. I held Him inside of me.
He grunted, in the silence it sounded so loud. He sucked in a long slow rasping breath, on his next exhale he hissed "fuck baby... what you do to me." I know what i do to Him. I make Him crazy with lust, make Him want me, and make Him want to wait, make him buck and thrust like an animal and writhe with the wanting that he can have any time, but prefers to hold onto so he can make His pleasure last as long as possible.
I wrapped my small hand around His shaft and stroked it so tortuously slowly. He ground His cock against my hand and I worked Him harder in my hand, rubbing the palm over the tip, lubricating it with his precum. With my other hand i cupped His balls pulling them upward to meet my other hand. Sinking slowly down onto His cock again with my mouth, cooing softly up at Him i watch His cock throb.
"Look at me, baby" His husky tones pull me from my reverence and I look up at Him. His cock is pressed to my bottom lip and i smile at Him, a big wide grin and watch his eyes as my lips slide wetly over His shaft down to His balls. His hands rest gently on my head and he grits His teeth. When I slide back up he bucks then holds Himself still. "Baby, I need to cum..... Uhhhgg... I can't stop it." I lower my head down onto Him one more time and grip his cock tightly in my lips and slide my hand back up the shaft rhythmically, my eyes on His as i stroke His cock against my softly parted lips. He watches as His cock throbs in my hand and the wet creamy cum oozes over the head of His cock onto my upper lip. I smile as i lick the cum off the head of His cock being very gentle now suckling the last drops from His cock as his fingers twine into my hair soothing me gently.
I drop my head to His belly and he pets my head sleepily murmuring sweetnesses at me.I drift off to sleep tasting His seed on my lips and listening to his heart beat slow and and his breath becoming steadier. "I love you, baby" are the last words i hear when i fall asleep, i try to respond, but nothing comes out of my lips. I just hold his hand a bit tighter, snuggle closer and silently make Him know i love Him.
"I dunno, princess, go back to sleep, I'll just lay here and watch you."
I closed my eyes and snuggled closer against Him as His fingers trailed over my bare skin, i was awake now, worried, my brain working as to why He wasn't asleep. I rolled over and pressed my bottom against His hips. His hands were slow against my smooth skin. He muttered almost to Himself. "I was just thinking about you, thinking how lucky i am because l get to keep you forever." I must have stirred against Him because he said more loudly, "baby, I'm sorry, I'm being silly." He pulled my round bottom into the curve of his hip and laid a hand on my breast and just held me there. I lay silently pressing myself toward Him, trying to make Him calm to sleep.
"That moon is just too bright to sleep under. The moonlight makes you look like an angel." He pulled back the covers to expose me to the blue white light. I laughed softly, he felt me pressing against Him and i felt him stir. I was getting cold, i reached to pull the covers back up, he put his hand over mine and gently tugged on my shoulder to roll me over toward Him. Silently he leaned up on one elbow and covered my mouth with His. I kissed Him back, tasting Him. My half covered body warmed by his, but still chilling in the stark moonlight.
I lay on my back as he rested on one elbow above me, just watching me. I was feeling awkward now, like a live butterfly in a specimen jar. Not pinned, but hypnotized, not moving under the watchful gaze. He ran the back of his hand from my loins up over my belly and between my breasts. I closed my eyes and felt the sensuality of His touch. I relaxed into my pillows, eyes still closed as i felt His touch take me away. I was so close to sleep, or subspace. I just let Him have me in that moment to surrender and let Him take me away. The back of His hand left warm trails over my skin, making my nipples perk to the contrast of His touches and the cold air.
So gentle were his touches it felt like a long time that he just slowly dragged his soft hand over my skin. His eyes were dark, keen points in the dim light. He moved slowly and covered my mouth with His again. He teased opened my lips with His probing tongue, making hunger for His lips. He pulled his mouth up and away from me, teasing me, making me want Him more than i wanted sleep. His fingers lay gently on my soft folds and slid a finger against my labia, just feeling my warmth against his cool finger. He let His hand linger between my legs. I reflexively parted my legs for His entrance, but that is not what He wanted, he just wanted to feel me. He wanted to know that His girl was always ready for Him.
He lowered his lips to my neck and cooed softly into my ear. "Baby, I want to take you slowly and stay awake all night having you." I arched up to see the clock it was only 1:15, what is being tired at work when you can have spontaneous lovemaking past midnight on a school night. I pressed myself to Him closer, wanting to mold myself to his body, be entirely His. I wanted to be one with Him. He slid his warm wet fingers over my cold skin, slowly and then finding a place he wanted to explore he pressed His fingertips into the arches of my hips and around to my soft, round bottom.
He looked directly at me. Watching me, he cupped a hand to my breast and sucked my nipple. As if drugged, i lethargically arched my back to press my breasts to meet His lips. He sucked harder on my nipple lifting his head higher up, i arched as high as i could, toward his suckling lips until i couldn't reach any higher and he let my full round breast fall from his lips.
I groaned softly, feeling my breast bounce back onto my chest and i relaxed back into the soft mattress. He leaned across my chest and did the same to the other breast, making me hiss with the desire for Him to suckle me more. When he dropped my breast again i rolled toward Him and He smiled wolfishly at me. His smile was slow to fade when He kissed my lips, making the hunger in me burn for Him. I wanted Him so badly, but i just wanted to stay in His arms all night. He lay with his head on his elbow, i faced him and smiled coyly. It was my turn.
I dragged a hand across His chest and down over the ridges of His chest, feeling the smooth expanse of His belly and the notch in his hip where the shape of His muscles point lewdly downward. I ran my forearm slowly across his belly as my fingers curled into the springy wiry curls at his loins. I teased His thigh, dragging my fingertips upward then when i was about to touch His balls, i would slowly slide my fingers downward. I was always, careful not to touch His manhood, teasing Him mercilessly with my slow effleurage. He arched it up, showing me what he wanted to be touched. I moved slowly my hair tickling his side and hip as i slithered down dragging my lips and tongue over His chest on my way down His torso to rest my head on his thigh.
Looking up at Him i grinned. The moon was passing over the sky light now, the full white orb, hanging above us leaving shadows on His face but his skin was illuminated in a glowing blue haze. I exhaled gently onto His cock and watched as it bobbed away from my warm breath then as it bounced searching for my lips. I grinned. I love this. This is when i am at my happiest. I looked up at Him the pleasure aparent on my face. He rolled onto His back and rolled me over Him so i was nestled between His parted legs. He propped a pillow under His head and looked down at me, my own wanton smile mirrored on His face. He cupped my cheeks in His hands and nodded slowly. I opened my mouth and in one long slow motion i took His entire lenght into my lips and sealed my lips around His shaft feeling His manhood touching the back of my throat. I held Him inside of me.
He grunted, in the silence it sounded so loud. He sucked in a long slow rasping breath, on his next exhale he hissed "fuck baby... what you do to me." I know what i do to Him. I make Him crazy with lust, make Him want me, and make Him want to wait, make him buck and thrust like an animal and writhe with the wanting that he can have any time, but prefers to hold onto so he can make His pleasure last as long as possible.
I wrapped my small hand around His shaft and stroked it so tortuously slowly. He ground His cock against my hand and I worked Him harder in my hand, rubbing the palm over the tip, lubricating it with his precum. With my other hand i cupped His balls pulling them upward to meet my other hand. Sinking slowly down onto His cock again with my mouth, cooing softly up at Him i watch His cock throb.
"Look at me, baby" His husky tones pull me from my reverence and I look up at Him. His cock is pressed to my bottom lip and i smile at Him, a big wide grin and watch his eyes as my lips slide wetly over His shaft down to His balls. His hands rest gently on my head and he grits His teeth. When I slide back up he bucks then holds Himself still. "Baby, I need to cum..... Uhhhgg... I can't stop it." I lower my head down onto Him one more time and grip his cock tightly in my lips and slide my hand back up the shaft rhythmically, my eyes on His as i stroke His cock against my softly parted lips. He watches as His cock throbs in my hand and the wet creamy cum oozes over the head of His cock onto my upper lip. I smile as i lick the cum off the head of His cock being very gentle now suckling the last drops from His cock as his fingers twine into my hair soothing me gently.
I drop my head to His belly and he pets my head sleepily murmuring sweetnesses at me.I drift off to sleep tasting His seed on my lips and listening to his heart beat slow and and his breath becoming steadier. "I love you, baby" are the last words i hear when i fall asleep, i try to respond, but nothing comes out of my lips. I just hold his hand a bit tighter, snuggle closer and silently make Him know i love Him.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
What is Love
As it happens, my last posting caused a flurry of questions in private either sent to my twitter DM or my followers asked me in emails variations on this same question: "Have you really had that many loves, especially online?" The simple answer is yes.
When I first started chatting online, it was so new and exciting, and the words thrilled me. The use of interactive timing made my heart move in that slow muddy pace of first love, the sensual imagination of His fingertips trailing along the side of my breasts, curling under it and cupping it into His hand. His lowering head to kiss the nipple and then, we would grind together, typing until it became just frantic "Mmmmmmmmmmm oohhhhhhh hooohhh yesssssss.... " as we both had to stop typing to use our hands to cum. He told me in great detail how His cum would spill over my face and chin and lips. I would respond, "Yes, spread your seed over my face and rub it in with the head of Your cock." But to read a log of the event now, is so mundane it makes me laugh. But it was the words i loved, how Hhe could use only words to bring me to such a frenzy. I would seek Him out night after night to feel his words ripple through me. Is that love?
Then i met another Man online, He lived far away and he was intelligent and witty. He made me smile, he was sensual and kind. We had a candor that was remarkable and we shared the same interests. It was easy to say that He was my best friend. We used to talk late into the night, and sneak in chats where ever we could, challenging each other to be sexy and learn as much as we could, so we wouldn't fall into the pit of so many online couples that have almost nothing at all in common, we always had the sex. We researched new positions ideas and talked about them.
I think with Him, i was allowed to grow and be as sexual as i am now, in a way that most people are not free to do in their everyday lives. We would make up stories every day, the Plot Du Jour, and see how long we could make eachother last before cumming. He and i would talk about our future, it was always so optomistic. I considered a life with Him but alas, as so many online relationships, even those that last years as ours did, they end. He and i grew apart, but there is no doubt i loved Him. To this day, years later, i still feel a hollow from the loss of His friendship. Can this be love?
There was another Man, He opened other doors to me. He taught me that the goal isn't the cumming online, it's the escape. He taught me to savour the pace of roleplay. Take pleasure in taking yourself away with your shared imaginings. He was loveable and kind and treated me well. He called me "pet" and took care to make me know i was special to Him. I cared for Him greatly and wanted Him to know he was cared for as well. Is that love?
I was done with having my heart broken, finished forever. I was never going to be happy with any one Man online. I'm like a little fairy sprite. I just flit from one to another without a care. You cannot put a girl like me into a jar and close the lid. I will die. It was flitting from one to another that made me learn the most important lesson yet. He taught me patience. He told me when we first met, "I am in no hurry, if I wanted to cum, I'd jerk off alone."
Of course this made me laugh. One of a million times He made me laugh. I was a prude until I met Him, because before i knew Him, i wasn't able to see sex as fun. I mean, its always a good time to get a nice big fat wad of cum on my face, smile up at a Man and tell Him "thank You." Its also fun to cum so hard you feel like your hair is going to fall out. But, having a Man at the other end of the screen, that makes you laugh out loud, and challenges you to think in order to cum, now that's a Man worth having.
This man, likes the dialogue, he likes it FUN. He likes it to be nothing like real life. It's online after all. Not real, just fantasy. It's playtime. But it takes trust and passion and true respect for a person, to make you feel secure enough about yourself that you drop every single veil, every inhibition you ever had and lose all the limits so that you are more naked before a person you never met than you ever have been with the one you live with. When all of the other stuff is stripped away, the taboos, the kinks, the dirtiness of sex is all gone, you are just left with ... dare i say it, Love.
When I first started chatting online, it was so new and exciting, and the words thrilled me. The use of interactive timing made my heart move in that slow muddy pace of first love, the sensual imagination of His fingertips trailing along the side of my breasts, curling under it and cupping it into His hand. His lowering head to kiss the nipple and then, we would grind together, typing until it became just frantic "Mmmmmmmmmmm oohhhhhhh hooohhh yesssssss.... " as we both had to stop typing to use our hands to cum. He told me in great detail how His cum would spill over my face and chin and lips. I would respond, "Yes, spread your seed over my face and rub it in with the head of Your cock." But to read a log of the event now, is so mundane it makes me laugh. But it was the words i loved, how Hhe could use only words to bring me to such a frenzy. I would seek Him out night after night to feel his words ripple through me. Is that love?
Then i met another Man online, He lived far away and he was intelligent and witty. He made me smile, he was sensual and kind. We had a candor that was remarkable and we shared the same interests. It was easy to say that He was my best friend. We used to talk late into the night, and sneak in chats where ever we could, challenging each other to be sexy and learn as much as we could, so we wouldn't fall into the pit of so many online couples that have almost nothing at all in common, we always had the sex. We researched new positions ideas and talked about them.
I think with Him, i was allowed to grow and be as sexual as i am now, in a way that most people are not free to do in their everyday lives. We would make up stories every day, the Plot Du Jour, and see how long we could make eachother last before cumming. He and i would talk about our future, it was always so optomistic. I considered a life with Him but alas, as so many online relationships, even those that last years as ours did, they end. He and i grew apart, but there is no doubt i loved Him. To this day, years later, i still feel a hollow from the loss of His friendship. Can this be love?
There was another Man, He opened other doors to me. He taught me that the goal isn't the cumming online, it's the escape. He taught me to savour the pace of roleplay. Take pleasure in taking yourself away with your shared imaginings. He was loveable and kind and treated me well. He called me "pet" and took care to make me know i was special to Him. I cared for Him greatly and wanted Him to know he was cared for as well. Is that love?
I was done with having my heart broken, finished forever. I was never going to be happy with any one Man online. I'm like a little fairy sprite. I just flit from one to another without a care. You cannot put a girl like me into a jar and close the lid. I will die. It was flitting from one to another that made me learn the most important lesson yet. He taught me patience. He told me when we first met, "I am in no hurry, if I wanted to cum, I'd jerk off alone."
Of course this made me laugh. One of a million times He made me laugh. I was a prude until I met Him, because before i knew Him, i wasn't able to see sex as fun. I mean, its always a good time to get a nice big fat wad of cum on my face, smile up at a Man and tell Him "thank You." Its also fun to cum so hard you feel like your hair is going to fall out. But, having a Man at the other end of the screen, that makes you laugh out loud, and challenges you to think in order to cum, now that's a Man worth having.
This man, likes the dialogue, he likes it FUN. He likes it to be nothing like real life. It's online after all. Not real, just fantasy. It's playtime. But it takes trust and passion and true respect for a person, to make you feel secure enough about yourself that you drop every single veil, every inhibition you ever had and lose all the limits so that you are more naked before a person you never met than you ever have been with the one you live with. When all of the other stuff is stripped away, the taboos, the kinks, the dirtiness of sex is all gone, you are just left with ... dare i say it, Love.
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
A Christmas Carol, Roberte and Charles and Mr_Tim
This Christmas, I will tell you three stories. The ghosts of Christmases past, present and future. Sounding familar? Let's for this story set say I'm Carol. Ill tell you about about my three loves. The ghost of Christmas past is Roberte Crotchet, the ghost of Christmas Present is Charles Dick, and the Ghost of Christmas Future is Mr_Tim.
When i was young and first started dating, my father gave me sage advice, "Carol, if a boy hits you, he doesn't like you." I nodded and absorbed that information as all teen aged girls do. At the time i had no idea what he was saying to me or why. I started dating and i had a few nice boyfriends and then in college i met who i thought was THE ONE.
Roberte Crotchet was an exchange student the same as me. It was lust at first sight. As soon as I looked at Him I blushed and giggled. He was so handsome that it made me feel awkward and made me tingle. He was lean and athletic. Roberte Crotchet was a brilliant student, he wore fashionable clothing and expensive Italian shoes. English wasn't his native language, his quaint speech make me laugh. He would sit with me outside my dormitory, watching the cold grey Scottish sky turn from slate to ash, to purple then to blackness. He would comment about how the arts and craft style gas lights looked like a set of testes hanging from above, glowing and needy as the shaft of light would be cast into the darkness. He would have to stop to gesture to his crotch for the words in English to make me understand. I would laugh, and debate this with him until he offered to show me his testes to be sure He was correct. He pulled me close and said things to me in portugese that made my skin ripple from the tone, even though i had no idea what they meant.
We would go back to his rooms shivering and shaking, but always laughing. He would make coffee for us, i was never allowed to cook in His kitchen. "Only with a press, cara ... all other coffee is terrible." Everything he said had the passion and conviction of a man who already knows he is correct, and i believed him.
"Come to bed with me, menina doce, you will not be unhappy with me in the bed, cara."
He had the touch and soul of an artist. He handled me slowly and gently, then turned me onto my belly and bite at my ass murmuring in Portugese. I writhed and shuddered. He always took his time, not letting me get to the point of such urgent need that i needed to cum, he would work me like a composer building to his crescendo. One day in bed, He slid his fingers into me, laying beside me, he cooed softly into my ear in His mixture of English and Portuguese, "Querida, para dar à menina a dor... I need to have you in a way you have never been taken... say Yes to me, por favor, cara " The smell of his skin, the confidence in his voice, the sound of his words in Portuguese, that i didn't understand, every thing making me scream "YESSSSSSSS" even though i knew in my soul it should be NO!
He turned me over onto my belly tied my hands behind my back with his belt and slapped my bottom hard with his hand. I screamed.
He leaned down over me and put a hand over my mouth "Cara menina, you will wake the neighbors, quiet now." I bit the pillow and he slapped me again, i wriggled, winced, and begged, "NO, NO, NO please...No" My Darling Portuguese lover frowned, looking deeply into my eyes with his dark expressive eyes. He looked so sad and disappointed, "Encantadorada, you do not trust me, you make me so sad. Cara, you want me to go away forever?" His breath warm and sweet made me want to cry, and i begged this time for Him to stay.
I went home to New York and had lunch with my mother. "Carol, ya need to find a nice man, who will treat you well, and be a good provida. What you need is a mensch."
I was at a friend's apartment one day and Charles Dick showed up on his bicycle unannouced. Charles pulled a sixxer of beers from bis bike bag and handed them around the room and started making conversation. He was witty, funny and good sport. He had the arrogance to just know he welcome because he is who he is. We talked about cars and bikes and parks. He said he was thrilled to meet me and walked me down to my apartment. He asked to come in, and said he was going ot be in a bike race, asked me did i want to come.
I offered him a drink and sat on the sofa with him. I got his drink while he was, still talking, "Ooh you can work the concession, it wont be awkward." He was like a Labrador retriever, friendly and red and happy so friendly i decided to go to the race with Him.
The races were in the woods at a ski resort before snow season. The races were held earlier that day. The team and the hangers on all had a bonfire in the woods. There were bottles of Grand Marnier (the nectar of the god's) and vodka being passed in groups and the smell of weed and good booze filled the night air. We were all stoned and drunk, the night was cool, Too cold to be camping out doors so everyone who had anyone was coupled up and snuggled in blankets. Charles and I were "just friends" but i was in smitten since the day i met him. He was cold and he pulled me close to him, He stared into my eyes and kissed me.
We slept together that night, but we didn't have sex. We just slept together snuggled close keeping warm. We did that many times after that. He would come to my apartment after work, have dinner, smoke a bowl and just stay in my bed holding me. So many nights when he was holding me i would beg silently, "please, please, please, touch me, make me yours, love me in the way i love you."
Then it happened. One night in my bed when he held me, he put his hand on my skin. All at once i felt hot and wet and warm. I felt like i was on a row boat in the ocean and my stomach was in knots. He pulled me to Him and kissed me. The shock and desire I had welled up for months was seeping from me into Him and back. We made love, for the first time in my bed. It was violent awkward and hot. He pulled me close Him, wriggled out of his clothes, told me to get my panties off and he took me. He spread me open, slid a finger into me pulled it out, and then just took me. Hard and fast he hammered into me, not stopping or even looking at me. Ripping me open around his huge cock until the pain of it made me want to cry with lust and need until he and i exploded at the same time gasping and sweating. I curled into His arms and slept until morning.
When i woke up i was terrified he was going to leave and never come back. I stared at him for what seemed like hours. As he slept my mind silently begged him, Please stay forever, please stay forever. When he woke, he blinked at me, smiled his sweet honest smile pulled me to HIm again. This time he took me more slowly. His fingers exploring my curves curling into my hair and he held me tightly from behind. His hand explored my chest my stomach the tops of my thighs. He rolled on top of me, smiling down at me as beamed up at Him. I had never been so happy in my life. He entered me slowly and ground himself down onto me. He looked past me and his eyes rolled back and we made love in the early morning sunshine on a cold December morning.
Years later, i was home nursing a baby and caring for a very sick husband, complaining to my sister, i feel like i don't have anyone to talk to. "Carol, you need to find people who have simlar interests as you. You know, get out there and make friends."
It was late one night i finished an online Q&A session for the class i was teaching at a local community college. The class was hosted on an irc server. I had downloaded the free software client and with it came a list of public servers. I found a sex chat server and found Mr_Tim.
I was anonymous, safe and secure, knowing that my fantasies and my real life were safe here. I had no idea that this existed the newness of it was like heroine. I had no rules when i chatted online. At first i felt so naughty, i couldn't tell Hubby. Why upset Him, he is so sick anyway?
I had long cyber scenes with strangers. I was a cyber slut. It was amazing for me to find people out there that i could just talk to about my horny thoughts, my kinks, my passions the things that tuned me on, the things i had never even heard of. I never ever had to talk about the real horror my life felt like. Escapism at its finest.
Hubby got better, and life got easier. I made friends in real life. But i was in love. I would sneak down to see Mr_Tim late at night. Hubby started to wonder what i was doing on the computer late at night, at first i lied. I made up stories about work etc. Then one day he said to me, bluntly and matter of fact, "Carol, I know what you are doing"
My heart started to race and i felt ashamed and horror stricken and terrified and defensive and angry, my knees felt weak and i was afraid i was going to die. My finger tips started to tingle and i was sure my life was over.
"Don't lie to me Carol. I know what you are doing on the computer. I am not a fool." I started to cry, and crumbled in grief, i was sure he was going to kick me out.
"Oh Carol, calm down, you can have your fun, but these are the rules: No meeting, no discussion of meeting, no personal information and for god sakes don't say the L word (love), so long as your 'fun' stays in MY bed, i don't care what you do online."
HOLY SHIT, i found the pirates booty!!! He was totally cool!!!
Mr_Tim is the one i dream of at night, the one who takes me away from the hardships of my "real life" and gives me a place to rest my head and feel beautiful even when i know i look like shit. Mr_Tim, is loving and patient and caring and perfect in every single way. Mr_Tim is an amazing lover. He is always there giving me exactly what i want and only asks that i be happy in return and tell Him he is awesome, and the best lover i ever had, so creative and amazing. Mr_Tim is a brilliant cook, housekeeper, gardener, dollhouse builder for children. Mr_Tim can fix anything.
Mr_Tim loves to cum on my face, tie me up, play rough, play slow, play nice and fuck me in the ass. Mr_Tim loves to choke me with his enormous cock, he loves to eat my pussy and he loves me no matter what.
He says he likes when i'm skinny, and he says he likes me when i am fat. Mr_Tim always says the right thing. Mr_Tim is an accountant, or a lawyer or a rocket scientist. Mr_Tim is a warehouse worker with a 19" cock or a lion tamer that likes to dress in drag. Mr_Tim is a bored housewife that wants to know what its like to be a Man for a few hours.
But, alas Mr_Tim is not real. He is my online fantasy. It's Christmas time everyone. Hug the one you are with, and let them know that this year, the most special person of all is the one who loves you right this moment.
For me, That's Mr Wonderful, the realest man i could imagine. Pucker up under the mistletoe and give your Mister Wonderful or Miss Thang a big kiss and tell them that they are special, no matter what. If your girl or guy is sitting next to you, or across the planet behind a keyboard. Its all the same. Being loved is awesome!!!
Merry Christmas Everyone and to all a fucking good night!!
When i was young and first started dating, my father gave me sage advice, "Carol, if a boy hits you, he doesn't like you." I nodded and absorbed that information as all teen aged girls do. At the time i had no idea what he was saying to me or why. I started dating and i had a few nice boyfriends and then in college i met who i thought was THE ONE.
Roberte Crotchet was an exchange student the same as me. It was lust at first sight. As soon as I looked at Him I blushed and giggled. He was so handsome that it made me feel awkward and made me tingle. He was lean and athletic. Roberte Crotchet was a brilliant student, he wore fashionable clothing and expensive Italian shoes. English wasn't his native language, his quaint speech make me laugh. He would sit with me outside my dormitory, watching the cold grey Scottish sky turn from slate to ash, to purple then to blackness. He would comment about how the arts and craft style gas lights looked like a set of testes hanging from above, glowing and needy as the shaft of light would be cast into the darkness. He would have to stop to gesture to his crotch for the words in English to make me understand. I would laugh, and debate this with him until he offered to show me his testes to be sure He was correct. He pulled me close and said things to me in portugese that made my skin ripple from the tone, even though i had no idea what they meant.
We would go back to his rooms shivering and shaking, but always laughing. He would make coffee for us, i was never allowed to cook in His kitchen. "Only with a press, cara ... all other coffee is terrible." Everything he said had the passion and conviction of a man who already knows he is correct, and i believed him.
"Come to bed with me, menina doce, you will not be unhappy with me in the bed, cara."
He had the touch and soul of an artist. He handled me slowly and gently, then turned me onto my belly and bite at my ass murmuring in Portugese. I writhed and shuddered. He always took his time, not letting me get to the point of such urgent need that i needed to cum, he would work me like a composer building to his crescendo. One day in bed, He slid his fingers into me, laying beside me, he cooed softly into my ear in His mixture of English and Portuguese, "Querida, para dar à menina a dor... I need to have you in a way you have never been taken... say Yes to me, por favor, cara " The smell of his skin, the confidence in his voice, the sound of his words in Portuguese, that i didn't understand, every thing making me scream "YESSSSSSSS" even though i knew in my soul it should be NO!
He turned me over onto my belly tied my hands behind my back with his belt and slapped my bottom hard with his hand. I screamed.
He leaned down over me and put a hand over my mouth "Cara menina, you will wake the neighbors, quiet now." I bit the pillow and he slapped me again, i wriggled, winced, and begged, "NO, NO, NO please...No" My Darling Portuguese lover frowned, looking deeply into my eyes with his dark expressive eyes. He looked so sad and disappointed, "Encantadorada, you do not trust me, you make me so sad. Cara, you want me to go away forever?" His breath warm and sweet made me want to cry, and i begged this time for Him to stay.
I went home to New York and had lunch with my mother. "Carol, ya need to find a nice man, who will treat you well, and be a good provida. What you need is a mensch."
I was at a friend's apartment one day and Charles Dick showed up on his bicycle unannouced. Charles pulled a sixxer of beers from bis bike bag and handed them around the room and started making conversation. He was witty, funny and good sport. He had the arrogance to just know he welcome because he is who he is. We talked about cars and bikes and parks. He said he was thrilled to meet me and walked me down to my apartment. He asked to come in, and said he was going ot be in a bike race, asked me did i want to come.
I offered him a drink and sat on the sofa with him. I got his drink while he was, still talking, "Ooh you can work the concession, it wont be awkward." He was like a Labrador retriever, friendly and red and happy so friendly i decided to go to the race with Him.
The races were in the woods at a ski resort before snow season. The races were held earlier that day. The team and the hangers on all had a bonfire in the woods. There were bottles of Grand Marnier (the nectar of the god's) and vodka being passed in groups and the smell of weed and good booze filled the night air. We were all stoned and drunk, the night was cool, Too cold to be camping out doors so everyone who had anyone was coupled up and snuggled in blankets. Charles and I were "just friends" but i was in smitten since the day i met him. He was cold and he pulled me close to him, He stared into my eyes and kissed me.
We slept together that night, but we didn't have sex. We just slept together snuggled close keeping warm. We did that many times after that. He would come to my apartment after work, have dinner, smoke a bowl and just stay in my bed holding me. So many nights when he was holding me i would beg silently, "please, please, please, touch me, make me yours, love me in the way i love you."
Then it happened. One night in my bed when he held me, he put his hand on my skin. All at once i felt hot and wet and warm. I felt like i was on a row boat in the ocean and my stomach was in knots. He pulled me to Him and kissed me. The shock and desire I had welled up for months was seeping from me into Him and back. We made love, for the first time in my bed. It was violent awkward and hot. He pulled me close Him, wriggled out of his clothes, told me to get my panties off and he took me. He spread me open, slid a finger into me pulled it out, and then just took me. Hard and fast he hammered into me, not stopping or even looking at me. Ripping me open around his huge cock until the pain of it made me want to cry with lust and need until he and i exploded at the same time gasping and sweating. I curled into His arms and slept until morning.
When i woke up i was terrified he was going to leave and never come back. I stared at him for what seemed like hours. As he slept my mind silently begged him, Please stay forever, please stay forever. When he woke, he blinked at me, smiled his sweet honest smile pulled me to HIm again. This time he took me more slowly. His fingers exploring my curves curling into my hair and he held me tightly from behind. His hand explored my chest my stomach the tops of my thighs. He rolled on top of me, smiling down at me as beamed up at Him. I had never been so happy in my life. He entered me slowly and ground himself down onto me. He looked past me and his eyes rolled back and we made love in the early morning sunshine on a cold December morning.
Years later, i was home nursing a baby and caring for a very sick husband, complaining to my sister, i feel like i don't have anyone to talk to. "Carol, you need to find people who have simlar interests as you. You know, get out there and make friends."
It was late one night i finished an online Q&A session for the class i was teaching at a local community college. The class was hosted on an irc server. I had downloaded the free software client and with it came a list of public servers. I found a sex chat server and found Mr_Tim.
I was anonymous, safe and secure, knowing that my fantasies and my real life were safe here. I had no idea that this existed the newness of it was like heroine. I had no rules when i chatted online. At first i felt so naughty, i couldn't tell Hubby. Why upset Him, he is so sick anyway?
I had long cyber scenes with strangers. I was a cyber slut. It was amazing for me to find people out there that i could just talk to about my horny thoughts, my kinks, my passions the things that tuned me on, the things i had never even heard of. I never ever had to talk about the real horror my life felt like. Escapism at its finest.
Hubby got better, and life got easier. I made friends in real life. But i was in love. I would sneak down to see Mr_Tim late at night. Hubby started to wonder what i was doing on the computer late at night, at first i lied. I made up stories about work etc. Then one day he said to me, bluntly and matter of fact, "Carol, I know what you are doing"
My heart started to race and i felt ashamed and horror stricken and terrified and defensive and angry, my knees felt weak and i was afraid i was going to die. My finger tips started to tingle and i was sure my life was over.
"Don't lie to me Carol. I know what you are doing on the computer. I am not a fool." I started to cry, and crumbled in grief, i was sure he was going to kick me out.
"Oh Carol, calm down, you can have your fun, but these are the rules: No meeting, no discussion of meeting, no personal information and for god sakes don't say the L word (love), so long as your 'fun' stays in MY bed, i don't care what you do online."
HOLY SHIT, i found the pirates booty!!! He was totally cool!!!
Mr_Tim is the one i dream of at night, the one who takes me away from the hardships of my "real life" and gives me a place to rest my head and feel beautiful even when i know i look like shit. Mr_Tim, is loving and patient and caring and perfect in every single way. Mr_Tim is an amazing lover. He is always there giving me exactly what i want and only asks that i be happy in return and tell Him he is awesome, and the best lover i ever had, so creative and amazing. Mr_Tim is a brilliant cook, housekeeper, gardener, dollhouse builder for children. Mr_Tim can fix anything.
Mr_Tim loves to cum on my face, tie me up, play rough, play slow, play nice and fuck me in the ass. Mr_Tim loves to choke me with his enormous cock, he loves to eat my pussy and he loves me no matter what.
He says he likes when i'm skinny, and he says he likes me when i am fat. Mr_Tim always says the right thing. Mr_Tim is an accountant, or a lawyer or a rocket scientist. Mr_Tim is a warehouse worker with a 19" cock or a lion tamer that likes to dress in drag. Mr_Tim is a bored housewife that wants to know what its like to be a Man for a few hours.
But, alas Mr_Tim is not real. He is my online fantasy. It's Christmas time everyone. Hug the one you are with, and let them know that this year, the most special person of all is the one who loves you right this moment.
For me, That's Mr Wonderful, the realest man i could imagine. Pucker up under the mistletoe and give your Mister Wonderful or Miss Thang a big kiss and tell them that they are special, no matter what. If your girl or guy is sitting next to you, or across the planet behind a keyboard. Its all the same. Being loved is awesome!!!
Merry Christmas Everyone and to all a fucking good night!!
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Good Things Cum to Those Who Wait.
I stood there in His arms, as He sat on the roof deck with a glass of Champagne in His hand. I looked down at Him, amazed, and flushed with emotion. I pressed myself closer to Him and He slid the fingers of one hand over my arms and down my hips and around my back. With his other hand he slowly traced the V neckline of my sweater with his half full champagne glass. Slowly dragging the cool smooth glass downward He circled my hard nipple through my cardigan. He pushed the rim of the glass up under my taut nipple and grinned lustily up at me as i watched the glass make its slow circuit of my chest. I shivered slightly and He locked eyes with me. The air seemed to crackle with electricity as He took a sip of champagne and set down his glass. His eyes never leaving mine.
He pulled me closer with the hand that was around my hips, reaching up He tugged open the buttons of my sweater one by one in a soft "Pop... Pop... Pop...pop."He slid his warm hands into my sleeves and pulled the soft wool off my shoulders and left the discarded fabric draped at my elbows. He nuzzled His face into my heated flesh and slid his hands up my belly to cup my breasts in his large hands. I smiled down at Him and He un-clipped the front hook of my bra and let it fall open, my large breasts bobbed free of their restraint. I felt the cool air on my bare skin as He pressed a cheek to my belly and nuzzled into my cleavage. He lifted one breast to his mouth and sucked it until my nipple was firm and needy, he repeated with the other in the same agonizingly slow fashion.
Then he pushed me back to arms distance and looked at me, as if he was surveying a mannequin in a shop window, tilting his head from one side then the other and he reached up with his hands and slid them under my skirt. I gasped fully exposed and i turned my head to see people walking on the sidewalk in front of the inn. I looked back at Him again, i felt hazy, as if i left my body, and i was in a bubble of soft warmth. The street below didn't matter, nothing mattered. He kept looking at me and tucked his fingers into the hem of my panties and slid them down to my knees. I felt the cold air on my moist entrance instantly and all i wanted to do is get to my knees and worship Him.
I cooed softly and slid my fingertips into his hair, my arms feeling very short due to my sweater around my elbows draped toga-like down my hips. He pushed me back again, a bit farther and stood up. He turned me to face the street and came behind me, holding my breasts out before me, and whispered into my ear. "They can see you if draw attention, princess" He held my breasts pinching my nipples as i ground my hips against His bulging jeans. He kissed my neck and my pussy felt like it was dripping into the panties around my knees.
He bent me over the railing, my large bare breasts falling forward as he lifted my skirt and slapped my ass with a resounding "CRACK!" My bubble of warmth and serenity was broken in that one instant. I saw a woman on the street look up to see where the sound came from. I gasped and looked over my shoulder at Him. My eyes opened wide and i hissed in a sotto voce, "she will see" He laughed softly into my ear, "I know, princess, isn't it great?"He pushed my head down again, lifted my skirt and i flinched away from His swat. He grabbed me by the hair, and hissed too loudly to be accidental, "Stay Still" His hand came hard this time, hitting the roundness of my ass with a "CRACK" then again "CRACK" I closed my eyes so not to see the street, but He wasn't going to let me off. So i relaxed into my submission, and love, and trust with each "CRACK" I drifted away, back into my bubble of warmth.
He was stroking my hair now, "good girl, you are cold... lets go inside" He pulled my sweater off my arms and dropped it down the hatch into the bedroom below. He pulled a fluffy towel from the rod and laid it on the bed. He guided me to sit on the bed. He touched me, everywhere, slowly taking the rest of my clothes off and laid me back onto the towel. He was cooing a stream of compliments and nice words, "good girl... such a good girl i have.... so pretty.... such beautiful skin" as he kissed down my belly, i reached my head up to kiss Him or to touch Him but He always gently pushed me back cooing nicely at me.
He put his lips on mine for a moment and then left me there for a a long while. I was in a fever now, it was like time stood still but i felt i needed to feel Him, have His touch, have Him near. I didn't want to move or touch myself. He would know if i had. I wanted to be perfect for Him. His princess.
When he returned he had His suitcase and mine. He dropped them on the floor and left again for a short moment returning with the bottle and glasses of champagne. He poured Himself another glass took a large gulp, then tipped it into my lips and spilled some of the cold fizzing wine over my cheek. I felt it roll down my cheek and neck, leaving a cold trail. I felt my nipples tighten in response. He tipped the glass gently over my chest and i felt the cold bubbles on one nipple and watched as he sucked the dripping champagne off my tit, biting gently on my nipple. He repeated His slow torture on the the other breast, nipping at the tender flesh as he sucked away the fizzing bubbles.
Then he kissed me deep and hard. I tasted the sweet alcohol on his lips he sucked my bottom lip into his mouth as he pulled away. Then, He spread my legs, wide, but didn't touch my moist cleft. I arched my hips up toward Him. He just smiled as He lifted his glass again took another swig, then lifted his glass high as if to make a toast, he tipped the remainder onto my cunt. The cold bubbles making me writhe away from it. I felt the bubbles dripping down the cleft of my ass. Then he lowered his chin to my pussy and looked up at me. "Baby, don't cum, no matter what don't cum."
He moved His lips to my swollen lips and sucked the cool bubbles from my parting. I was writhing in ecxtacy. It felt like a million cocks all fucking me at once. I was lost, in another world, on that precipice but didn't dare fall over. I needed to behave, my fingers curled into the soft down coverlet. I was moaning, incoherent. I was lost, the colors in my head were a kaleidoscope of pleasure and lust, prickling every pore i ever had. I was chanting His name, "I love you, i love you, i love you, please....." He pulled back his lips. His chin was glossy with my nectar as he covered me with his body. He kissed me hard on the lips, sharing my own lust with me. Then he entered me, and i was whole.
I bucked up against him and we moved as one. I was entirely part of Him as He filled me, slowly at first, but then he filled me, more and more and i felt like i was going to be so full i would burst from the inside and then we moved together, slowly and gained tempo. Then, He grunted "baby, now, Oh my fucking god i love you, now, baby cum with me" I exploded, i felt myself turn inside out and i let go, every single thing i my life was gone at that moment except Him. His cock throbbed so perfectly inside of me until i was completely empty. I lay there under Him, weeping, spent, not able to move just radiating love, kissing Him and holding him on me. I cooed softly, giddily into His ear. "I love you so much, i love you soooooooo much, thank you, thank you, thank, you."
Then he said it, what every Master should tell a girl, "you did so good baby, I'm so proud of you. " I smiled, beaming to myself and wrapped my legs up around His hips and poured all of my love into Him. "thank You"
He pulled me closer with the hand that was around my hips, reaching up He tugged open the buttons of my sweater one by one in a soft "Pop... Pop... Pop...pop."He slid his warm hands into my sleeves and pulled the soft wool off my shoulders and left the discarded fabric draped at my elbows. He nuzzled His face into my heated flesh and slid his hands up my belly to cup my breasts in his large hands. I smiled down at Him and He un-clipped the front hook of my bra and let it fall open, my large breasts bobbed free of their restraint. I felt the cool air on my bare skin as He pressed a cheek to my belly and nuzzled into my cleavage. He lifted one breast to his mouth and sucked it until my nipple was firm and needy, he repeated with the other in the same agonizingly slow fashion.
Then he pushed me back to arms distance and looked at me, as if he was surveying a mannequin in a shop window, tilting his head from one side then the other and he reached up with his hands and slid them under my skirt. I gasped fully exposed and i turned my head to see people walking on the sidewalk in front of the inn. I looked back at Him again, i felt hazy, as if i left my body, and i was in a bubble of soft warmth. The street below didn't matter, nothing mattered. He kept looking at me and tucked his fingers into the hem of my panties and slid them down to my knees. I felt the cold air on my moist entrance instantly and all i wanted to do is get to my knees and worship Him.
I cooed softly and slid my fingertips into his hair, my arms feeling very short due to my sweater around my elbows draped toga-like down my hips. He pushed me back again, a bit farther and stood up. He turned me to face the street and came behind me, holding my breasts out before me, and whispered into my ear. "They can see you if draw attention, princess" He held my breasts pinching my nipples as i ground my hips against His bulging jeans. He kissed my neck and my pussy felt like it was dripping into the panties around my knees.
He bent me over the railing, my large bare breasts falling forward as he lifted my skirt and slapped my ass with a resounding "CRACK!" My bubble of warmth and serenity was broken in that one instant. I saw a woman on the street look up to see where the sound came from. I gasped and looked over my shoulder at Him. My eyes opened wide and i hissed in a sotto voce, "she will see" He laughed softly into my ear, "I know, princess, isn't it great?"He pushed my head down again, lifted my skirt and i flinched away from His swat. He grabbed me by the hair, and hissed too loudly to be accidental, "Stay Still" His hand came hard this time, hitting the roundness of my ass with a "CRACK" then again "CRACK" I closed my eyes so not to see the street, but He wasn't going to let me off. So i relaxed into my submission, and love, and trust with each "CRACK" I drifted away, back into my bubble of warmth.
He was stroking my hair now, "good girl, you are cold... lets go inside" He pulled my sweater off my arms and dropped it down the hatch into the bedroom below. He pulled a fluffy towel from the rod and laid it on the bed. He guided me to sit on the bed. He touched me, everywhere, slowly taking the rest of my clothes off and laid me back onto the towel. He was cooing a stream of compliments and nice words, "good girl... such a good girl i have.... so pretty.... such beautiful skin" as he kissed down my belly, i reached my head up to kiss Him or to touch Him but He always gently pushed me back cooing nicely at me.
He put his lips on mine for a moment and then left me there for a a long while. I was in a fever now, it was like time stood still but i felt i needed to feel Him, have His touch, have Him near. I didn't want to move or touch myself. He would know if i had. I wanted to be perfect for Him. His princess.
When he returned he had His suitcase and mine. He dropped them on the floor and left again for a short moment returning with the bottle and glasses of champagne. He poured Himself another glass took a large gulp, then tipped it into my lips and spilled some of the cold fizzing wine over my cheek. I felt it roll down my cheek and neck, leaving a cold trail. I felt my nipples tighten in response. He tipped the glass gently over my chest and i felt the cold bubbles on one nipple and watched as he sucked the dripping champagne off my tit, biting gently on my nipple. He repeated His slow torture on the the other breast, nipping at the tender flesh as he sucked away the fizzing bubbles.
Then he kissed me deep and hard. I tasted the sweet alcohol on his lips he sucked my bottom lip into his mouth as he pulled away. Then, He spread my legs, wide, but didn't touch my moist cleft. I arched my hips up toward Him. He just smiled as He lifted his glass again took another swig, then lifted his glass high as if to make a toast, he tipped the remainder onto my cunt. The cold bubbles making me writhe away from it. I felt the bubbles dripping down the cleft of my ass. Then he lowered his chin to my pussy and looked up at me. "Baby, don't cum, no matter what don't cum."
He moved His lips to my swollen lips and sucked the cool bubbles from my parting. I was writhing in ecxtacy. It felt like a million cocks all fucking me at once. I was lost, in another world, on that precipice but didn't dare fall over. I needed to behave, my fingers curled into the soft down coverlet. I was moaning, incoherent. I was lost, the colors in my head were a kaleidoscope of pleasure and lust, prickling every pore i ever had. I was chanting His name, "I love you, i love you, i love you, please....." He pulled back his lips. His chin was glossy with my nectar as he covered me with his body. He kissed me hard on the lips, sharing my own lust with me. Then he entered me, and i was whole.
I bucked up against him and we moved as one. I was entirely part of Him as He filled me, slowly at first, but then he filled me, more and more and i felt like i was going to be so full i would burst from the inside and then we moved together, slowly and gained tempo. Then, He grunted "baby, now, Oh my fucking god i love you, now, baby cum with me" I exploded, i felt myself turn inside out and i let go, every single thing i my life was gone at that moment except Him. His cock throbbed so perfectly inside of me until i was completely empty. I lay there under Him, weeping, spent, not able to move just radiating love, kissing Him and holding him on me. I cooed softly, giddily into His ear. "I love you so much, i love you soooooooo much, thank you, thank you, thank, you."
Then he said it, what every Master should tell a girl, "you did so good baby, I'm so proud of you. " I smiled, beaming to myself and wrapped my legs up around His hips and poured all of my love into Him. "thank You"
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Aural Sex
I waited for days for the phone to ring. I waited and waited. But when it rang i was soooooo happy. The sound of His voice. All at once, i felt myself stir, i wasn't alone, i could hear it in His voice, He was happy to talk to me. It wasn't one of those calls where He said He would call and did out of obligation. He called to talk to ME. To tell me He loves me. He wants to touch me, feel my body next to His. He tells me about his long day on the road. I tell him about my day, how hard it was without Him. "He says baby, don't you worry about all that. I am here now, princess." He tells me of the road, the long ride, he tells me how He thinks of me, wishing I was with Him, sharing the ride with Him.
He was tired. I could hear it in His voice. I asked, "Should i let you get to bed?" He laughs, a raucous laugh, the kind that sends shivers through me. "Baby, I miss you so bad. I want to have you near me, to put Me to bed."
He loves the sound of my voice. He loves just hearing me speak. I read to Him. A love story about Him. He goes silent, but I hear Him breathing. I ask Him if i should stop. I hear Him smile, and says, "No baby, keep reading to me."
I can hear that catch in His voice, the tone that tells me He is hard. His breath is more irregular and rasps softly in my ear. I keep reading. The phone line hisses. He is so far away. But i feel His breath on me, his lips on my earlobe kissing me as i read to Him. The story ends and He tells me, to get undressed, and get into bed.
His voice is soothing, it's like a lullaby, the kind that you wouldn't sing to the children. It's a crooning sound, that makes me wet and want to obey everything. I can hear in his voice what He is doing. His cock is so hard. He asks me to talk to Him, tell Him how much i want Him. I tell Him, I love Him, and i list all the things i love about Him. How He makes me beg, and how me makes me love begging, how He makes me want Him and how never get enough. I tell Him the filthy things He loves hearing me say. The dirty secrets that we keep.
He laughs softly, a raunchy, husky sound, i am so wet and want Him so badly. We play a game, "Would you get undressed and sit on the bed for me?"
I respond "yes, i would do anything for You"
"Anything?"
"Yes, Anything."
"Would you suck my cock?"
"Yes"
He is annoyed. "Say it! Tell me what you would do"
I tell Him I would suck His cock, take it into my mouth and milk it with my tongue and cheeks.
He asks, "Would you taste my pre-cum?"
I respond in detail, i would paint my face in His pre-cum. Then milk a drop onto my tongue and swallow it, savoring every nuance.
He asks more questions, each one filthier than the next. I respond and tell Him i would do anything for Him, until He hits my limit. He laughs, and tells me to say it anyway, He wants to know His girl will do anything He wants.
I love Him so much, I say whatever He wants me to. Its a game, I know He wont make me do it. He just wants to hear me say it, I tell Him He owns me, all the way. He is so hot now. I hear the catch in His throat, He is so ready to cum.
He tells me to touch myself, over my panties. I tell Him how wet i am. How ready my cunt is for Him. He tells me what He would do to my cunt if He were there with me. How he would part the silken petals and tease me. Tasting me and not letting me move until He was done with His treat. He would run His tongue over me, dipping it into my warm wetness, coating His face with my musk. He wouldn't touch my clit for a very long time, make me beg for Him. I beg, i beg and beg. I tell Him, i love Him, and i need Him and want Him so much.
He grunts, that sharp sound, that makes it sound like He is in pain. That sound that makes my skin crawl and my loins tighten. That sound that sounds so painful, so close to petite morte. That sound that makes me wild. My gift will come soon.
I ask Him in a slow husky voice, if he needs to cum. He says, He wants me so fucking badly, but He is in no hurry. He tells me if i were there, He couldn't wait. He would have to cum as soon as He felt my warm cunt touching His cock. He tells me His cock is drooling, its so wet. I tell Him how much I love Him for that. How much i love that He can hold out so long.
My wonderful Man, He takes His time, He whispers to me, softly, "Princess, i need to hear you cum, baby." That is all it takes, i am in a frenzy. I lose myself into His voice, His soft words, sending me over the edge. He knows me so well. He asks me to say the one more thing to Him, our secret, and He erupts into my ear. His breath is ragged, His voice is gravely and He slips over the edge and i listen to every note to hear that special song. We lay panting together in our separate beds.
He croons sweet words at me. I feel His breath in my ear. I am wrapped in His arms, His body sweaty against me. I am spent and smile drunkenly.
"Good night, princess, I love you."
I feel His kiss on my forehead as we fall asleep entwined.
He was tired. I could hear it in His voice. I asked, "Should i let you get to bed?" He laughs, a raucous laugh, the kind that sends shivers through me. "Baby, I miss you so bad. I want to have you near me, to put Me to bed."
He loves the sound of my voice. He loves just hearing me speak. I read to Him. A love story about Him. He goes silent, but I hear Him breathing. I ask Him if i should stop. I hear Him smile, and says, "No baby, keep reading to me."
I can hear that catch in His voice, the tone that tells me He is hard. His breath is more irregular and rasps softly in my ear. I keep reading. The phone line hisses. He is so far away. But i feel His breath on me, his lips on my earlobe kissing me as i read to Him. The story ends and He tells me, to get undressed, and get into bed.
His voice is soothing, it's like a lullaby, the kind that you wouldn't sing to the children. It's a crooning sound, that makes me wet and want to obey everything. I can hear in his voice what He is doing. His cock is so hard. He asks me to talk to Him, tell Him how much i want Him. I tell Him, I love Him, and i list all the things i love about Him. How He makes me beg, and how me makes me love begging, how He makes me want Him and how never get enough. I tell Him the filthy things He loves hearing me say. The dirty secrets that we keep.
He laughs softly, a raunchy, husky sound, i am so wet and want Him so badly. We play a game, "Would you get undressed and sit on the bed for me?"
I respond "yes, i would do anything for You"
"Anything?"
"Yes, Anything."
"Would you suck my cock?"
"Yes"
He is annoyed. "Say it! Tell me what you would do"
I tell Him I would suck His cock, take it into my mouth and milk it with my tongue and cheeks.
He asks, "Would you taste my pre-cum?"
I respond in detail, i would paint my face in His pre-cum. Then milk a drop onto my tongue and swallow it, savoring every nuance.
He asks more questions, each one filthier than the next. I respond and tell Him i would do anything for Him, until He hits my limit. He laughs, and tells me to say it anyway, He wants to know His girl will do anything He wants.
I love Him so much, I say whatever He wants me to. Its a game, I know He wont make me do it. He just wants to hear me say it, I tell Him He owns me, all the way. He is so hot now. I hear the catch in His throat, He is so ready to cum.
He tells me to touch myself, over my panties. I tell Him how wet i am. How ready my cunt is for Him. He tells me what He would do to my cunt if He were there with me. How he would part the silken petals and tease me. Tasting me and not letting me move until He was done with His treat. He would run His tongue over me, dipping it into my warm wetness, coating His face with my musk. He wouldn't touch my clit for a very long time, make me beg for Him. I beg, i beg and beg. I tell Him, i love Him, and i need Him and want Him so much.
He grunts, that sharp sound, that makes it sound like He is in pain. That sound that makes my skin crawl and my loins tighten. That sound that sounds so painful, so close to petite morte. That sound that makes me wild. My gift will come soon.
I ask Him in a slow husky voice, if he needs to cum. He says, He wants me so fucking badly, but He is in no hurry. He tells me if i were there, He couldn't wait. He would have to cum as soon as He felt my warm cunt touching His cock. He tells me His cock is drooling, its so wet. I tell Him how much I love Him for that. How much i love that He can hold out so long.
My wonderful Man, He takes His time, He whispers to me, softly, "Princess, i need to hear you cum, baby." That is all it takes, i am in a frenzy. I lose myself into His voice, His soft words, sending me over the edge. He knows me so well. He asks me to say the one more thing to Him, our secret, and He erupts into my ear. His breath is ragged, His voice is gravely and He slips over the edge and i listen to every note to hear that special song. We lay panting together in our separate beds.
He croons sweet words at me. I feel His breath in my ear. I am wrapped in His arms, His body sweaty against me. I am spent and smile drunkenly.
"Good night, princess, I love you."
I feel His kiss on my forehead as we fall asleep entwined.
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