by Leslie Shill


The foundation of romance can be hewn from the clouds of sensation. In the sheerness of physical embrace and coupling the vacuum that allows for the spark of passion to be ignited can just come into being like the spontaneous combustion that it truly is. Consider for a moment that people sometimes fall in love looking at each other across a crowded room, before they even know each other’s names and even before they have an idea that they will some how meet. No wonder then that the point of ignition is referred to as being ‘magical’, for it most certainly is. In some instances the knowledge only becomes readily apparent after distances have been traveled together and experiences shared over time. One day, some time, at the realization of some intrinsic second, the flame is lit. There is no formula for knowing where on the curve this happens, it just does happen. Sometimes the first glance, sometimes the first real embrace is where it begins; the nomads of sensation still their creative travel and begin the traverse into love. It is the stuff of all creative forms and the substance of them all as well.

On occasion the wherewithal for ignition might be present and yet it might not happen. Again, on the other hand, from out of seemingly nowhere feelings can form, take shape and launch into flight even though none of the supposedly ‘right’ things are evident. Having a supply of fuel is no sure guarantee of flame and nor is the desire to have a fire any certain indication that it will definitely happen. There is that indefinable element that draws it all together for the magic spark and the leap into warmth and life. Symphonies have been written about this instant, as have many novels and, certainly, many, many poems. People have tried to capture this moment on canvas and in the whirl of dance; they have tried to portray it in every form of creative endeavor. Suffice it to say, however, it is most often captured only in the hearts and minds of the participants and hardly ever held in any form that would preserve it for posterity. There have been times when it has happened when it was least expected also, and that is no small thing.

She stood in the middle of the room with her back to him. Her gaze fell somewhere outside the realms of the room and she could easily have seemed pre-occupied. Well, in a way she really was. She was trying to figure out what he was going to do with her that evening. He had asked her to stand there and to just gaze out of the window. He wanted her to indulge him, if she would be that kind, and just stand there and try to be relaxed. Yeah, cool her jets a little. It seemed to be an odd approach to her but then he did not seem at all like the typical man from the palette of her own experience. Their email contacts had been so immediately hot that from the start of it she had almost brought herself to orgasm just thinking about him. She had raced mentally through what he might look like, what his voice might sound like and how he might behave if she was forward enough to just call him. Out of the blue, so to speak. Oh, the thought process that had gone into that had been enough to arouse her and start the flowering in her mind.

Anyway, now here they were, some time later. Meeting face-to-face for the first time. They had met at a suitably low-key place where she was fairly sure she might not see anyone she knew. She wanted this night to be all hers and not have to explain any of it to anyone at all. They had talked throughout dinner and he had almost studiously kept away from her almost through the entire meal. As the last course arrived at the table and she picked up her spoon to begin eating, he had taken hold of her wrist and asked her to wait awhile before she ate the dessert. This had been curious but it grew more curious still when he smiled at her and asked her to remove her panties. When she began to rise to go to the bathroom, he instructed her to complete the task at the table. It had been a very polite instruction but it was commanding in its firmness. She had done as he had requested, almost certain that the couple in the booth next door had suspected what she was doing. The leather of the banquette was cool to her skin at first and she loved the feel of it against her buttocks, especially when it stuck to and pulled at her skin in a small bite.

Then he asked her to reach down and touch herself. A flush had hit her hard at that, she felt exposed and on an edge, not knowing how far he was going to push things in the restaurant. But she did it anyway and as soon as she did he asked her to bring her hand to his mouth so that he could taste her. Now any barriers of resistance slid away from her as desire rose in her like a gleaming thing. When she slid her finger into his mouth and he licked on it she had begun to feel those pre-orgasmic waves right away. Then he asked her to begin her dessert and he smiled at her. For some reason there had been on her part an expectation of some vanilla-level moves from him, some sort of coy seductiveness, at least until they were alone, as if there had been any doubt in her mind about that eventuality! Somehow she had imagined a long sexy kiss and direct, clothed body contact and a sort of seduction mode that would lead to other things. Even though they had become connected through a web site devoted to bondage, dominance and submission, she had thought that the appearance of those things would come some way down the road. She had thought also that that was what she wanted.

They had discussed this meeting a bit before it had happened and he had told her that, in the event of it taking place, which he would understand by her appearance that she was entering in to a submissive contract with him. It was what she had wanted anyway so she had agreed. Now she was beginning to understand that how the evening rolled out was beyond her control and that it was his design. She took a mouthful of the crème brulee; it was incredibly silky and delicious. The texture was even a little like the wetness welling up in her, thick and rich. A deep desire to make contact again with her own wetness began to rise inside of her and it threatened to overwhelm her. He sensed her inner thoughts and instructed her not to touch herself unless he ordered her to do so. With a sigh she accepted his instruction even though the yearning did not immediately leave her conscious process. Of course, once he put that restriction on her she wanted more than anything to go against his command but she did not dare for she wanted to not upset the rhythms he had set in this first meeting. She hoped that he would touch her, that he would explore some part of her body but to her chagrin he remained seemingly restrained and almost withdrawn from what was happening to her.

Her legs were spread under the tablecloth and she pushed one aggressively at his leg. She wanted so badly for this man to just reach under and stroke her cunt. If he would not let her touch herself, then why would he not do it himself? It maddened her since he had started things flowing inside of her body and running in her consciousness and now he was keeping her in suspense. He noticed her roiling expressions and he told her to relax, that all good things would arrive in their turn. From his perspective, the more relaxed she was, the better things would be between them. The state of her arousal was evident to him he said and he smiled and went back to his own dessert. So she did just as he said, trying to still a tremor in the leg that touched his as she wrestled her wantonness into line. They both ate their dessert and she began to let her mind wander, she began to dare to go out there into the realm of possibilities. It was as though he was speaking through a filter when he spoke again. He knew, he told her, just how wet she was but he was going to take her much further than just being very wet. The wetness was really a precursor to so much more and he wanted very much for her to savor the advancing degrees of the evening they were spending together. This first time was to be a truly memorable one and he wanted her to be oh so aware of as much as possible!

She bent forward to scoop up the last of the crème brulee, feeling the sugar course into her blood like a drug and then, as she did that, she felt his hand under her dress and it grabbed the cheek of her butt and squeezed hard. A flutter now ran across her abdomen and she felt his fingers rake the soft flesh there. No, he did not dig his fingernails into her, just his fingers. Then his hand slid effortlessly to her middle and before she could even make a sound, his finger had wandered into the portal of her pussy and then, as quickly as she could think it, his hand was back out and he was back finishing his own dish. Consuming the last spoonfuls of crème brulee with evident delight and finally licking the finger that had been inside her thoroughly.

It all happened so quickly and smoothly that it was seemingly over before it started. Now the dark blue panties that she had worn were crumpled into a ball in his big hand and he brought the garment to his face and buried his nose in it, smelling her deeply. For a second she was unsure of her own feelings about what he was doing and what he was arousing in her. A sound came from the booth next door and she could tell that the couple sitting there was fully aware of what was going on. It goosed her to know and feel that and she overheard the woman talking about someone really being in a line to get “it”. A shiver coursed through her as she relished the knowledge that it was she who was going to get “it”. She moved from side to side and rubbed her pussy against the banquette, she was going to get it, and it was about time, wanted it, no, needed it and had to have it. “It” was filling up her mind and her current existence and she felt an ache of wanton desire.

They left the restaurant and made it back to his hotel room without any headlong spills on her part even though she felt a little shaky on her legs. He held her wrist through the lobby of the hotel and in the elevator and she had just loved that to bits. This seemingly innocuous thing spoke deeply to her as she felt like a little girl with an adult holding her wrist firmly. This was no hand holding it was instead a dominant gesture that no one besides them was aware of. She wondered just how he knew that she would respond to this, that it meant much to her. The fact that he seemed to know some deep things about her had a solid impact on her. The intuition, for it had to be that, that he was employing to connect with the outer reaches of her person was having the effect of a strong psychedelic drug. As a result she was in a sort of robotic, hypnotic motion and she was going along with his directives like an automaton, but a very wet and horny automaton.

He had taken her to his room and, after backing her against the wall next to the door to his suite, he had kissed her. It had been an amazing kiss, not the least because it had appeared suddenly and without warning after she had already given up on the idea of expecting a kiss. His lips were soft as they closed with hers and her mouth opened wide to his probing tongue, diving into the sensation of the act. She was, she knew, in for some really deep pleasure and she wanted that so badly, wanted to submit to this man so much, to give herself over to him as completely as she could. That was what had lead to her to be standing there looking out the window while he did whatever he apparently had to do. She did not dare look to see, fearing that she would break something in the mood. Once she had accepted that she was in his hands she had halted all attempts to influence the course of the action but her mind was a vortex. The lights of the city beamed into the softly lit room in the hotel and she watched as her breath fogged on the glass briefly before disappearing in anticipation of her next breath. Somewhere in a some place in her mind she became aware that something was happening between them, something had stirred and moved powerfully.

Quite suddenly he was behind her. Close. Actually right up behind her pressing into her, breathing in her hair and then in her ear. With well-articulated words he began to talk to her and it felt like he was talking right into her brain and the vibrations of that ran everywhere through her entire being. Even her clitoris seemed to vibrate with the deep tones of his voice and her knees had that funny almost queasy kind of weak feeling in them. He was going to pleasure her he said, he was going to turn her insides into the molten liquid it really was and he was going to plumb her depths completely. His tongue snaked out and went deeply into her ear, words seemed to erupt out of him, she was able to make out what he was saying because of his clear accent, it was a torrent and she tried to take as much in as she could. Wet could now not begin to adequately describe what she was feeling in her middle, she was sure that she positively dripped as she heard words, felt breath and tongue. He held her breasts through the silk of her shirt, fondled them, fondling them softly and then hard. Her nipples hardened in a manner that was beyond compare since it was beyond the realm of her experience to that point. She just really wanted him to kiss her again at that stage. She wanted his kiss quite badly and he must have read her mind for right away their lips were joined in a kiss that was at once tender and ravishing.

His tongue snaked into her mouth and she opened her jaw wide. Yes, she did love kissing, loved it so very much and he could really kiss! His lips were soft and easy and his tongue, oh, his tongue was like a demon’s tongue, she was sure that he was fucking her mouth with it, well, he was wasn’t he? She moaned loudly into and against his mouth. Now she could tell that could really begin to relax into the motion of what was happening to her. She wanted everything that he wanted to happen even though she had no idea of all that he wanted. She was as high as she could possibly have been although the martini before dinner and the wine during it were still colors inside of her. Pre-orgasmic again, was she this easy or had everything built up in her so? Oh, this was going to be so good! She was shorn of the need to deliver, weaned from anything except surrender and her own impulses and sensations. There was no need or demand for her to do anything except respond and be filled with the growing sensations. At that point she realized that he had given her permission to sink into these very waves and she was overjoyed at this. It had been far too long since a man had really acted like a man with her and now she knew how badly she had wanted that.

His cock, she thought suddenly about it. In the days prior it had haunted her as a blank image of immense erotic power. What she had not seen or felt was demonstrably seated deep in her psyche and it had etched a path of desire into her mind, anointed her with the deepest and most fragrant of oils. For once she did not dwell on what size it might be although with new partners that usually mattered a lot to her. No, he was so sure of himself that she knew the size mattered not since he obviously knew what to do. Here was the equation of quality and quantity writ large. This was no boy she had to customize and train to suit her wants and desires, far from it! Size was of little consequence beyond a certain level; he would have been able to talk her into coming right there and then, without her ever having seen, let alone felt, his cock.

The picture was this then. He stood behind her. One hand held a breast. The other hand cupped her chin and a finger was in her mouth, she sucked on this as though it was his cock. This opportunity she took because she wanted him to know how good it was going to feel to have his cock sucked by her succulent mouth, to have all of it sliding into her throat across her tongue, bathed in her saliva. Oral sex was a favorite part of the sexual ritual for her and she considered herself to be really good at giving head. Compliments had come her way during her love affairs also and she felt like she qualified as being way advanced. Not exactly a courtesan but certainly on that skill level depending on her partner at the time.

So his cock was in her mind as she sucked on his finger, indulging the digit with all the sensation her skills could elicit and muster. While she did not want to dwell on it, as she got hotter and hotter she thought about his flesh intensely. She was sure that it would be big enough to satisfy this raging lust that had been ignited inside her. This was a fact that she was sure of. Only he, at that very moment in time, had the ability to quench that thirst for her. She relaxed back against him, feeling his hardness against her buttock through her dress and to her surprise felt an orgasm beginning to build. He felt it also and before it took off into her sky he pulled away from her and spun her around.

No, he said, not quite yet, she was not allowed to come until all her clothes were off and he said that it was okay for that to happen. She understood even though her heart now pounded stronger than ever and she felt that she could not be contained or constrained by his wishes but her mind made it so.

She was wrong though, he was serene and in control and she flew on his skills, and she was aloft without a worry in the world. Like dragons kite that he manipulated against the depths of an azure sky. Whatever she thought or felt she WAS contained and constrained by his wishes. As though his wishes were real ropes. The world was, in fact, far removed from that room, everything seemed to float and grow soft and curvy. As she thought this he did one of his abrupt sudden things. Without a word he walked over to a chair across the room and sat down gazing at her. Now a whimper erupted out of her, no not don’t, she needed, she wanted and had to have but he paid her no heed. Instead he asked her to begin undressing for him. She was to disrobe and then to come over to the chair and show her body and its delicacies to him as she uncovered it. Show it to him, well, lean over and make sure that he saw ALL of her, she was not sure that she could actually do that until the thought crossed her mind, then she knew she could and would. She actually wanted him to stare intently at her cunt; she would raise her leg still in its high-heeled shoe and open up for him to see her slit. This had been a fantasy of hers for so long. To have a man really look at her there while she consciously displayed all of herself. In her experience men did not seem that interested in seeing that part of her, they wanted to touch it, sure, and they wanted to go into it, for absolute sure, but to look intently at it, that wasn’t so sure. She wanted to see their cocks, why did they seem less interested in seeing her cunt? It had to be one of those conundrums of the differences between the sexes but they were beyond that anyway because he had told her he wanted to see, to look, and to drink in that view of her. The idea was for her to not just for him to look at that part of her, but also for her to show it to him. To spread
herself so that he saw substantially all of her in not just a leering peek but in a well developed gaze.

Then she would turn and spread the cheeks of her butt and show him the rosette that lay there as well. When she did that it was a special thrill for she realized it was something that she had never done before. No, she had never, ever, leaned over before a man and spread her cheeks like that for him to see that part of her; she had always considered doing something like that to be a little humiliating. This was her most private area; she had barely spent any time looking at it herself! Private was now an arcane word in the particular setting she was in, she had left that behind her some time before but now she realized that most fully. She realized just how much she adored feeling his hot breath on her butt. She tugged the cheeks even harder and further apart and almost fainted when his tongue snaked out and rimmed her like a light feather. The sensation was beyond sublime. She knew that she had submitted totally at that point, to have followed that instruction and to have allowed that to happen had been where and when she crossed over a threshold, went beyond a certain boundary. His tongue came out again and licked hard at her asshole and she almost fainted with the sensation of it. She had been so anticipating some sort of sexual touch but she had never imagined it being this. It had happened on few enough occasions to her anyway but he was masterful with the movement. She could tell that he knew that she felt now completely open to him and that her ass was his! She wriggled back against his face, feeling his tongue in her ring and the heat of his breath on her twat.

Her body began to shake and he led her to the bed and gently laid her down. Kissing her lips, her mouth, only her shoes remained on now and when his hand reached her crotch and made direct contact with her cunt, he told her that she could come anytime she wanted and she let go as his fingers entered her. A mewling and guttural sound escaped from her mouth as she was consumed by the feeling. The fire of it seared her insides with pleasure and her pelvis jerked and shuddered almost of its own volition. Her cunt sucked at his fingers now and still the sounds erupted from her middle. She stared up at him; she had not even seen his cock yet, what joy lay before her, she wondered? In a stupefied state she lay there and watched him as he undressed and then knelt over where she lay. Finally his clothes were laid neatly over the chair close to the bed. It had taken a seemingly endlessly long time for him to get undressed and she had not stopped writhing throughout the whole time. His back had been toward he as he undressed and she had stared at his butt and his back. The thighs below his buttocks looked muscular and strong and she just adored those kinds of thighs. Through the curve of his thighs and the buttocks she had glimpsed his balls, heavy against his skin. Although he was not well muscled he was also not totally out of shape either. Large swimmer’s shoulders topped a back with some real definition and development. She longed to reach out and touch his butt, she wanted to rim him in return to reciprocate the pleasure but she knew that it would be he who decided if she could or would do that.

Finally he turned around and she could see his member completely. His cock was big and it throbbed and twitched at her, almost spoke to her. It had a curved shape and a large head with a deep pink color. The bush of pubic hair that adorned his penis and balls was not huge and it had been trimmed fairly recently. His whole body was not hairy but it was a really masculine shape. He lowered himself down and brought the tip of his cock to her lips. Told her to lick only the end of it, not to try and suck it all in. She moaned loudly, of course she wanted it all, or as much as she could get in her mouth. Moisture seemed to well in her mouth as she reached up and felt the warmth of his cock on her lips. Her tongue ran around the tip and laved the shaft some. Oh yeah! It was plenty big enough for her; it was maybe even too big as she gazed at it, imagining herself being run through by his meat, so hard and throbbing.

She was really in a trippy sort of a state now. Desire had enveloped her being like a warm wave and she was more than ready to dispense with any remaining formalities and just get down to some serious sexual behavior. The word sexual ran helter-skelter through her mind as though it possessed some sort of powers of its own. She wanted to turn to him and beg him to fuck her, there and then but she knew better. He seemed like a genuinely pleasant man and although he was taking her through a process that involved her submission, he was doing it in a way that was new to her. Her entire adult sexuality had revolved around the connection to ‘bad’ boys that she had imagined would do her, as she wanted to be done. Although she had enjoyed some really delicious encounters, none of these men had really had the imagination and flare to take her to where she wanted to go, wrapped up as they were in their own perceived ‘badness. Apparently they had all assumed that her submissiveness was to be read as permission to mistreat her and she had allowed that to happen even as she had dared to hope that they would turn out to be more than just bad boys. To be cruel to her and to cause her psychic pain, the kind that could not be assuaged by anything at all. In the end the fucking had turned out to be very one-sided. Now she seemed to be with a man who was different. The really “bad” boys were apparently ones who seemed “good”. The outward posturing of the “bad” stuff seemed to detract from the sexual energy. This was turning out to be different and she grasped so many relative and relevant terms that her head spun.

There was gentleness in him that she sensed and felt. The hardness of his being firm was clothed in a cloak of something softer and harder at the same time. Before this night, these facts would, in all likelihood, have turned her off before because she imagined it was not what she wanted. She thought usually that she wanted the bad boy and she wanted him to be a little uncouth and ragged to indicate his dominance. Certainly she was beginning to realize something important and worthwhile, that someone nice could dominate her. That here was someone who brought velvet to the hardness, something she had not accepted as being possible. This was someone who did not have to scratch his ego with her pain. He was confident in himself as a person and that was tempered steel to her. It was, she thought, the ultimate in a certain way, without props and devices, without asserting negativity it swallowed he submission and opened it into the amazing flower that it was.

Now two fingers entered her, one in her pussy and the other so deep in her asshole that she cried out. He wanted her to push back and to really feel his fingers and he told her so. She was only too willing to oblige because he seemed to have her number very clearly. He told her to try and clear her mind, to not think about prior experiences, to revel in this one as though it was the only one she might ever really enjoy and then he twisted his fingers and induced a spasm of pleasure deep inside her. She moaned at him that she was surrendering to him but he informed her that she had already done that some time before, that now she was giving in to deep pleasure and it was only a beginning, a wet beginning with her ass in the air.

Even as these physical feelings began to overwhelm the center in her brain that dealt with logical thought, she began to think about where she was at that juncture. It was almost silly to try and think about this sort of thing when all she really wanted to do was to just let go and ride the wave that the bodily sensations had begun growing deep inside her. He seemed to catch that and he stopped all movements and asked what she was thinking. (No, please don’t stop, please oh please let me feel it all!) But he was adamant in wanting to hear what she was thinking and her seeming reticence drew an unexpected reaction from him. He stopped everything and drew away from her, went to sit on the lone sofa in the room. The shock must have registered on her face for he commented on it. Wanted to know why she was looking like that, why the surprise. Before she could stammer the beginnings of an answer he went back to his prior query. What had she been thinking at that point when he had asked her the question? He spoke clearly and almost coldly, enunciating every word so that she would not misunderstand.

The answer, in truth, was that she really had no coherent line of thinking in her mind. There had been some scattered ideas running helter-skelter through her mind but they could not be gathered into any one intellectual concept. She began to ramble through some of them; the heat in her middle subsiding somewhat and her breathing beginning to slow and become less ragged. A single bead of sweat trickled down her face and he leaned forward and wiped it away in a gesture that seemed incredibly gentle and sensitive. Whatever she had expected in terms of his being a Dom. was now disappearing and she was trying to gather a new picture of him to comprehend. She was in a kneeling position in front of him as he sat on the sofa. This was a long way from what she had anticipated and thought about. The Story of O was not about to be replayed here with her as the central character. No, no way was that happening, although she had imagined that she was going to experience some of those same things that O had endured. She had lain awake at night dreaming of that and had found her hands drawn to her own body on several occasions in anticipation. At least one time she had experienced a monumental orgasm, a body shaking and wrenching spasm that had left her moaning and replete.

He seemed to sense exactly what she was thinking and he asked her if she was experiencing what she had anticipated. She was not and she told him so, these were new paths for her, previously, only imagined but now becoming more and more real and she loved all of it. He smiled at this and explained to her that he had wanted to get together with her so that they could experience some new things together, not to try and re-create memories and other people’s experiences and deeds. This was to be different, he said, and it would be memorable. She said that it was already proving to be that because she had never been with a man who had not fallen on her and taken whatever she had as soon as he could. There would be no fun in that he averred, because she was worth more than a quick fuck, she was far more than being just a wet hole and he wanted her to know that. She swallowed hard and told him that she really had wanted to be fucked relatively quickly and that she needed to come very badly. She had not allowed herself any masturbation pleasures for the week before they had met because she wanted to bring her full sexual self to bear on her connection with him, on this meeting. The earlier orgasm that he had allowed her had not been nearly enough for her. She wanted so badly for him to really fuck her hard and deep, she wanted him to be the cause and order of her real orgasm, not the dispensary of a cursive set of sensations.

With a gesture he stilled the flow of her words. Deliberately he told her that he wanted her to be immersed in pleasure rather than her current focus, which was on coming. It began to dawn on her that he had re-arranged the tensions in a deft manner; he had subtly switched her away from coming into a more thoughtful space. The disappointment that she had felt beginning to build in her dissipated quickly as this bloomed in her mind.

Now he moved his butt forward to the edge of the sofa and beckoned to her to come closer and she did this with alacrity, shimmying right up to his lower legs and looking right up into his face. His right hand came down and grasped his cock even as he spread his legs wide so that her face was right close to the throbbing member. Now she could really smell him beyond the cologne he wore. The maleness in the aroma ran rampant through her and just like that she was right back at the ragged breath point and she could feel just how wet she really was. With her mouth only inches away from the tip of his cock, she wanted to just suck it in and devour it. He anticipated that and instructed her not to touch him until he told her to. His hand ran up the full length of his member and now she really looked at it for the first time, really sized it up and saw it properly. He was a big man and it seemed to be big to her although being as horny as she now was, she would have found even a tiny one somewhat appealing. His fingers held the skin of his cock in the way she imagined was the most pleasurable for him and she studied that, wanting to be able to do the same for him. He jerked himself faster and faster and it seemed as though he was going to come very soon and she anticipated that, asking him to, wanting him to spew his milky fluid all over her. She told him so, said that she wanted to taste his come, she wanted his cock throbbing in her mouth and come running down her face. He stopped though; seemingly just in time although a gleaming drops of pre-orgasmic fluid glistened at the tip of his cock like a pearl.

With his left hand in her hair, he drew her face closer and closer to him until his balls were against her mouth. Lick them, he instructed her, lick them well. She began to do just that, her tongue out and probing the hairy sac of his balls. This was something that she loved to do anyway and she recalled writing and telling him just that. There was something quite special in being that close to such an intimate part of what defined a man as a man and she enjoyed being right in it. He drew his knees up closer to his chest and without prompting she licked his asshole. That really made him twitch and groan, oh, this was power and she loved that and did it again and again, rimming him thoroughly and looking up the length of his torso at his face, trying to divine the depth of the pleasure she was giving him. His cock had somehow grown during this exercise and it seemed much harder than before and she curled a hand around it and tugged at it, trying to emulate what he had been doing to himself. Oh she wanted a picture of this; this was more than she had ever done to a man before, much, much more. It was true that she had given one or two lovers some perfunctory licks down there but it was not an activity she pursued with that much eagerness, it crossed too many boundaries for that. Now here she was, with her tongue laving the ridges of his asshole and her hand loving the feel of his throbbing cock. Somehow she knew that at some point he would do the same thing to him if he enjoyed what she was doing that much and she wanted that very, very badly. Her butt was one of the most erotically charged areas of her own erotic self and she rimmed him like she wanted to be rimmed, like she hoped he would do to her later. His breath now came in rushes and some guttural sounds escaped through his clenched teeth. Now she took a hand to each of his butt-cheeks and held them as she licked him there, as she bit the cheeks gently and probed the opening with a gentle finger.

If she had anticipated enjoying this activity this much at this juncture before then, she would not have believed that it would be true. Heretofore she had held too many inhibitions about rimming, even when she had been begged to do it. Now here she was doing it without even a specific request and she wanted to finish him off there and then and make him come very hard, even though she had not experienced very much direct pleasure herself. There would be time for that, she knew, and her deepest feminine intuition, a sense that had only rarely let her down, told her that he was not going to leave her unsatisfied for very much longer.

There had to be a direct link between their minds because in the next moment he was holding her head in both hands and looking deeply into her eyes. Then he leaned forward and he kissed her fully. It was more than just a peck also; it was a consuming and overwhelming gesture of tenderness. His mouth opened against hers and his tongue met hers and another sort of dance began. She liked that he sucked her tongue into his mouth even though it had just been dancing around his asshole. This man had no inhibitions it seemed and with that thought her excitement went up several notches in one fell swoop and she moaned loudly into the kiss. It was possible that she would come right there and then and she pulled back and gasped for the cool night air. He wanted to know if she was close to coming and she could only nod her head in response, the vibrations of the opening doors of ecstasy running like mini-quakes right to the very core her being. His smile dazzled her as he held her head in both hands and as his cock slid between the soft globes of her breasts, as small as that feature of her was.

Now he stood them both up and hugged her close and tightly. This was a timeless sort of embrace, naked body to naked body, bare breast to bare breast, and pubes to pubes. The kiss began again and she felt her nipples so hard against his chest. She felt his nipples, small but defined, against the softness of her own skin. This was a defining point for any two people sharing a passionate embrace; this was the mark of deeper power, for this was no simple gesture at all. Their arms snaked around each other and their tongues met in a dance. Saliva mixed with saliva to produce a combustible mixture of moisture, the flames would appear deep in their bodies and move as though Shiva had granted them the right to dance that dance, which was not that far from the truth anyway. Now his hands came down and held the flesh of her buttocks in a firm grasp and he pulled her even closer. She doubted that it was possible to get physically closer to anyone in a hug. She was still pondering the physics of their embrace when she became aware that his cock was right at the entrance to her cunt, it’s bulbous tip nestling into what was left of her trimmed bush, just where her wetness was running out of her body. His large hands now held her up supporting her torso via her buttocks as his cock twitched right there, near paradise road. She pushed down, wanting to absorb him into her, wanting so badly to feel that filled-up feeling she knew she was about to experience.

All that her pushing really achieved though was to spread her butt-cheeks even wider apart than they had been and she could feel one his fingers going into her butt, deeper with each of her wriggles. Ordinarily this alone was enough to make her come for it was a favored thing, to be held by her lover, to be kissed, cock to cunt and fingers probing her butt, breast to breast. She imagined that even their shoulders were connected in some sort of dance. It was sublime and she knew that this one embrace was what had been calling her in her connection to this man, without knowing him something deep in her psyche had called her to this. He wanted to go into her slowly, he said, he wanted her to experience his entry into her portal millimeter by millimeter. He wanted this so that by the time he was fully inside of her she would begin to experience the first waves of orgasm and they would break again and again on her personal shore. Her legs were locked around his torso and her arms held him tightly. After a few more words they returned to the moaning kiss and then, without warning, he was sliding into her, his cock was like a rocket escaping gravity and finding the heavens. She could feel her eyes rolling back in their sockets and, even though only a fraction of his cock was in her, the wave was beginning to grow and flow. Time was no longer a concept; the outside world was just that, outside. Negativity was expunged from their ether and replaced with vitality, the universe stood still for that instant.

She felt his arms beginning to shake a little and she came to. He was still supporting her entire weight, even as she was slumped into his arms in a sort of post-orgasmic swirl. Now the fact of his cock inside her became a focal point of any awareness. The build-up to this point in time had been so very intense that she almost lost the sense of it happening. Thinking back on this event much later, she realized that she had begun to come as his cock slid into her and when she tried to recall those few precious seconds, it seemed that they had evaporated through a sieve in her conscious mind. The best she was able to do afterward was remember that he had not even fully entered her when she began to lose it in the cauldron of her orgasm. The physical moment had been so exquisite and had seemingly gone on for what seemed like quite some time but the reality was that it had lasted for perhaps only a few milliseconds.

Over the expanse of her own body she gazed toward the physical connection between them and all she could really make out was part of the cylinder of his cock joining them. From the bush that surrounded his member to the wispy clump of her own pubic patch she could see the pink flesh that connected their innards. It was quite a sight and she all she could think of was that she wanted him to be all the way inside of her, she wanted that fulfillment so very badly and her body still shook and jerked somewhat spasmodically in the is post-orgasmic swirl. One her favorite views were down the length of her torso to the point where she and her lover connected. She wanted to be able to see both their bodies and see them joined by his rampant cock, which she could also feel.

When she finally mustered up the energy to speak, she heard her own voice as though it were some distance away. The pleading tone in it was fitting since she so badly wanted more of him, of this, of the connectivity of the act. Her voice sounded a bit disembodied as she asked him to fill her up completely. She knew that he had not yet come and she imagined that he would want to share some of that nirvana with her. Even as she thought that though, she knew that he was going to be very different from most of the men that she had traveled this route with. He looked right deep into her eyes and without a word he disengaged and extracted that beautiful hardness from her wet softness. She groaned at this, it was very far from what she really wanted, the opposite in fact, but she now had to go along with him and what he wanted. He would ultimately not be able to resist the dreaminess of her cunt and she knew that. It had its own deeply drawn power that she knew no person, no matter what their sexual persuasion, could possibly resist forever once they had tasted its nectar and come into its gravitational pull.

Almost as soon as she had thought that she knew that it was the wrong way to be thinking. Knew that because she had correctly surmised that he was different in many interesting ways and knew it also because she guessed that he was going to go about things in his own way and not succumb to any peremptory desire that she was bold enough to vocalize. Now he requested that she get on her hands and knees so that he could see her ass more fully. That was good to her way of thinking since she loved to be fucked from behind and surely he was going to get her ready for that once she had assumed the desired position. Deftly she switched poses so that the globes of her buttocks face him. She asked him if she was in the right position for him, the one he wanted but almost before she completed the query she felt his right hand slap the right buttock, hard. Oh it stung, how it stung! A moan escaped her lips and with that he launched yet another of these flat-trajectory blows but this time onto the other buttock. He would, he told her in a firm voice, instruct her when she could make any sounds at all and he wanted her to understand that very clearly indeed. With the pain still sounding in her mind, she just nodded her understanding. Oh he liked that, and he told her so, told her that she was beginning to get it the right way. With that he delivered two more swift and stinging blows to her buttocks. It was so silly but all she could think of was how the marks of his fingers would be imprinted on her flesh and how good this felt. She would not allow herself to speculate on what was to follow though, for that would inflame her beyond a controllable stage.

He stood back and she could feel the emptiness around her where once she had enjoyed the presence of the warmth of his body. Now he wanted her to bring her hands behind her and to hold the flesh of her buttocks. Yes, that was it; he wanted to see that glorious and usually hidden space that lay between her buttocks. Now a surge of embarrassment welled up in her, as she had never done that for anyone before this very evening. Once, she recalled later, she had bent over in front of a mirror and attempted to get this view but it was one that was restricted to the gaze of another, it was not for her own viewing. How could it be that people had been created with certain parts of their own bodies not visible to themselves? It seemed to be so disappointing for that to be reality and she was so involved in this thought that it startled her when she felt his tongue down there.

Could it be possible that he was rimming her again? Her breath caught and the raggedness returned as she succumbed to this sublime delight. Not once had she ever been with a man who had done this to her with sincere passion. Usually there was a perfunctory lick or two but even as he began to tongue her there she knew that he was going to go much further with her and soon a deep and guttural sound escaped her. This was different though, since his tongue seemed to open her up as he went down on her. He licked down, running his tongue through her asshole and into her cunt where it submerged in the creamy twists of the Fold of the Goddess. His teeth came into it as well, tugging at the lips of her twat, nibbling just hard enough for her attention to become focussed. He fucked both her holes with his tongue and then he brought his fingers back into the action. This was a man who obviously adored women, and who really loved doing these oral things to them. It seemed somehow dreamy since she had never spent any meaningful time with a man who performed these acts with such delicate grace, who was soft with her but who seemed to easily induce spurts of pain as part of the pleasure she was having. Oh, there were his teeth again, shiny hard and nipping at that area around her clitoris while he had a finger in each of her openings. The teeth tugged at the folds of skin and then he bit harder on her labia, then harder still and just before she dissolved in the brilliant glow of the pleasure and pain equation, he was moving onto other things and deeper sensations.

The buttocks, he wanted her to hold hers wide open for him, to hold them right open so that he could lick her there some more. He had, it seemed, and returned to an earlier part of the evening with these very acts but she did not mind that. She obliged hastily and felt faint as his tongue went back to the perimeter of that intimate opening. In his appraisal of her he had surmised, correctly as it turned out, that she was going to love these oral acts. She would love them because they felt good but also because they held a kind of sinful edge to them. The warm and moist snake that was his tongue delved and probed and she could swear that her asshole was responding up to him as though it had its own relationship with his mouth. This was only similar to what he had done earlier in that it was his tongue licking her asshole, other than that she knew that he was passing an edge with this. He now added a finger to this mix and very softly began to caress the lips of her cunt as he reamed her with his tongue. Before very long she was once again perched on the edge of coming again and, as soon as she thought about that, she began to come again. This was a harder event and she rotated her buttocks against his face and hand and the sounds she was making grew more guttural and deep. A spasmodic movement became part of it for her and she buried her face deeply into the pillow it had been reclining on, her hands tugging harder and harder on her own flesh. For a short time she feared that she was going to lose a conscious grip and pass-out. He must have sensed this because he stopped what he was doing and began to slap her buttocks again. He did this with his left hand for his right hand was still almost buried in her cunt and it moved in and out of her in a glorious fashion.

As she began to slump over he pulled her back to the position he desired and then he began to probe her asshole with a finger. No, it wasn’t a finger but something smoother instead but she was way beyond caring what it was exactly. Truthfully she just wanted him to fuck her there and then. To fuck her ass, her explosively hot cunt, whatever he wanted she wanted to give to him. It was amazing that he could bring her to this submission through the power of pleasure rather than the fear and humiliation that previous lovers had used with her. This divide interested her so very deeply since she had dreamed of meeting a sexual match with someone who understood the definitions of these lines. Someone who knew that being brutal with her, while it did bring arousal to her, offered a boundary in the fear it generated and she could live without that boundary, live without the fear even as it excited her.

He told that he liked being able to see a finger in her cunt and another in her ass, both buried beyond the knuckles. He told her that there was so much for them to do and they had hardly begun and yet she had already come more than once and come hard as well. Now another torrent of thoughts crammed themselves through the portal of her mind and it was like her own sexual history in some weird sort of movie running on her own private screen. If only she could capture these images and have them to use at another time since they held everything that captivated her sexual mind. It took some other sensations to bring her back from the edge of this oblivion. Now she wondered just how long the reverie that had captivated her had gone on for, it seemed as though it had been absolutely ages and ages and yet it had probably been no more than just a couple of minutes!

Now he wanted her to look up and to look at him. She did and saw his cock twitching before her face. It looked very big to her but then she wanted it inside her so badly that even if it had been tiny she would still have wanted it inside of her. Her mouth opened and she began to lick the tip of it as she had done earlier. The rubbery heat of it was drawn into her mouth and she was drawn deeply into this act. So far he had been quite silent except for the occasional instructions he had given her but with the head of his cock being caressed he uttered a long and low sound. A smile bloomed inside of her at this, she was finally getting to him in her own way and she found herself yearning for some sort of capitulation from him. He thrust into her mouth now, his hands holding her head, laced into her hair and this was an act of culmination for her. Experience had told her that once he began to do that he would not be able to hold back for very long. She had learned long before of the power she held in using her mouth in this way. Now she began to apply all the craft she had gleaned over the years to this singular act. Her tongue laved the head of his cock and sent sensations arching down the shaft of it.

His thrusts were now a little harder and deeper which she wanted badly since she had still not had his cock all the way inside of her! It was really too big to fit right inside of her mouth but she knew that she could hold it temporarily, long enough to bring him to the edge and then over it in a swooning and moaning dive. Her right hand reached for the staff of it and her left stroked the shaft up and down. The muscles of his center were tightening and she sensed his approaching orgasm. Oh she wanted that gush so badly! She wanted, no yearned for his explosion since she had already come three times. The liquid he emitted would gush into her mouth and she knew that some of it would dribble out and down her face. She stared up at him now, watching for the tell-tale signs of his impending orgasm, wanting it as badly as she felt he wanted it and she felt that in a way she could easily find herself in those same throes again as the wave hit him. Now she sounded a deep tone in her head to add to the sensations he had to be feeling and she waited for it to happen. Oh God, he was literally fucking her mouth, thrusting deeply into her throat, saliva ran down her chin and she almost lost it a couple of times as things got harder and harder. At the very point at which she imagined him going over the edge she felt his cock leave her mouth and she felt him step away from her.

The deep disappointment that now seemed to overwhelm her was crushing. It was a heavy stroke for her to have to take and she emitted a sad little sound. Her eyes were closed and her head sank down to the pillow before her and almost began to cry. He should have come, she wanted him to, wanted his come in her mouth, wanted to pleasure him in that exact way at that time. Perhaps he had been playing with her all along; perhaps he did not really want her since it was beyond her understanding as to how he could resist what had been going on. A cloud of darkness settled on to her and her psyche seemed to shrivel inside her mind. Now real tears welled up in her and she felt the darkness. She was unable to look up at him and certainly unable to ask him what was going on and why he was unable to come in her mouth, how he was able to resist all that pleasurable sensation was quite beyond her. As this negative cloud settled over her though, she felt him tugging her body again and she pulled away in a sulky fashion. She wanted to be left alone and she wanted him out of the room and away from her, she was sure of that! But he had his own mind and she had submitted to him for now she felt his hard cock settling once more into her cunt. She felt all of it for the first time and she opened her eyes to stare up at him in a fashion that lacked comprehension but was filled with the connection.

He had maneuvered her onto her back and he was entering her in what could only be described as the missionary position, this ordinarily bored her to distraction. The instant she knew his cock was all the way inside of her though, she lost the negativity in a blinding flash of pleasure. They kissed again, a deep long and lingering kiss with their tongues meshed and with that he began to fuck her deeply. The sadness of the moments before fled madly into the night and she began to lose herself again in the fucking when she saw his face and the obvious pleasure written large there. She was joyous now, realizing that he was not just treating her as a series of apertures and openings but he actually was making love to all of her. He held her quite tenderly even as his cock slammed into her and even as he thrust two fingers deep into her asshole. He asked her through his clenched teeth if she was into what they were doing and she laughed aloud with pleasure. Oh she was into it, she would submit to anything he wanted she understood the power of the pleasure that he waved over her being like a wand. His cock came right out of her as he fucked her and then it slammed all the way back in and with it came such intense waves of pleasure that she found herself coming and coming again. It seemed improbable that he could do that again and again in such an unerring way, all the way out and then all the way in. His fingers in her butt seemed to be a guide and with them he moved her into just the right positions. From a distance she could hear a woman screaming out to be fucked and with some shock she realized that it was her own voice that she was hearing. The voice sounded as though it belonged to a madwoman and she knew that at that instant that she was just that, mad with pleasure and surrender!

Orgasmic waves washed over her and she marveled at herself as this went on, not believing that it was possible to come over and over again and to be submerged in such deep and constant pleasure. After some time she realized that he had entered her asshole as well and had thrust himself way into her rear portal even as he faced her and sucked on her tongue. Without thinking her hand caressed herself and she sent herself into further paroxysms of delight that were deeply shaded as she realized that he was coming as well now, that he was gushing his load into her body. The recognition of that started yet another series of spasmodic delights for her and they screamed their pleasure together. Finally he pulled back, his cock still buried deeply in her and he looked into her eyes and nothing needed to be said. Instead a deep and guttural sound erupted from him. This as his load spewed into her bowel hot and heavy. She moaned in pleasure, her mind already thinking about the next time and the time after that. He sensed that and, not for the first time that night, he told her to relax, to chill-out. They had not even really finished this first time; she was silly to think about the next one, she would, he insisted, concentrate on the present, this first time!

Buried inside her he was still hard even though he had come or seemed to have come. He drew his hips back, slowly dragging his cock until the tip was near the entrance to her ass. Their mouths met and their tongues meshed and then he drove his cock back into her in a fluid thrust that caused her eyes to open wide and her orgasm to begin erupting again. She cried out and found herself crying. That had not happened since she had been a girl, when even the notion of an orgasm was foreign to her. Yes, she recalled, the time, that first time, damn! He was right, so right and right on, there really was nothing like a first time and a parade of her firsts ran through her imagination just like that.

Deluges of her own experiences ran through her mind and filled any capacity she had at that particular point in time. With this man she was sure that there were going to be other memorable times but it ran over and over in her head, that this was a first. She gave herself over to him completely in that second, she wanted to stay in this spot, wanted this first time to continue interminably on and on. Behind her closed eyelids she tried to imagine his smile, but the sensations were overpowering and she chose instead to lose herself in the experience. The wave washed over her and she ceased thinking about anything at all, adrift as she was far beyond any numerical tidal curl, far from any sort of memory except the memories to be. These were now in the making but she would only think about that and them much, much later.