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.