2 comments/ 15149 views/ 0 favorites A Daydream By: Scheherezade I've been obsessed by the thought of your fingers...feeling you gently caress the contours of my face. My lips part as you reach my mouth; your thumb glides across my lower lip, causing me to close my eyes against the tingles of pleasure that run through my body. I capture the tip of your thumb in my mouth, lightly biting down on it and then sucking on it as you push it deeper. Slowly I draw you in, and the gentle pull you feel is heightened by the sensation of my tongue sliding along the sensitive pad. As you move your thumb out and then back in I open my eyes to watch you. You are concentrating on the vision of my mouth pursed around your thumb as you move it in and out of my mouth. I can see that you find the vision as erotic as the sensation…all the while my tongue is swirling along you, my teeth grazing against you. In and out, slowly, deliciously…I am aroused and panting lightly as your thumb slips out of my mouth and your fingers trail their way down my chin, my neck, my chest. You pause a moment to brush my nipple, then pinch it lightly before continuing down my abdomen. Downward, downward…I feel a rush of pleasure as you slip your fingers between the folds of my sex. I am already wet when your thumb enters me, emulating the movements of a few moments before. In and out slowly, and as you push deeper into me my legs part and my back arches into it. I let out a small whimper of frustration when your thumb retreats, leaving me empty. “Hush,” you whisper. And then I can smell the musk of my own desire as you press your thumb against my lower lip again, urging me to draw it into my mouth once more. There is a small smile on your lips as I do… I can see this excites you and that in turn excites me further. God how I love pleasing you, I think as I taste the flavor of my passion, feel you push yourself into my mouth. My lips are wrapped around your thumb, sucking it as if it were your cock; I wonder if I will have that pleasure also before we are done. I understand you have something else in mind when you withdraw and push me over onto my stomach. You tell me to lift up and I begin to rise onto my hands and knees before I feel your fingers twist in my hair. “Not that way,” you tell me before you press my head back down onto the pillow. My face is turned sideways, my back arched to display my ass. I find the submissiveness of it excites me…I close my eyes and slide my hands under the pillow to grip the bars of the headboard. A feel a shiver of anticipation as your hand runs up my back to caress my buttocks. What will you do? I wonder, and I stretch, arching my back further. The anticipation is intoxicating and exciting. I am tempting you -- at that moment you are every man I ever wanted to seduce…high-school teacher, manager, friend of the family... I feel wicked and without remorse. Take me, I want to whisper, but my position makes the plea unnecessary. The pain, when it comes, is such a surprise that it is a moment before I react – a shriek as I scramble upwards and away from you. Then the sting sets in, the right cheek of my bottom burning from the blow of something thin and supple -- a switch? You push my head back down onto the pillow firmly, but your fingers are strangely gentle afterwards when they stroke the nape of my neck. I am breathing hard, but from indignation and pain now rather than desire. Still you continue to caress me and after a time my breathing begins to slow and the wetness behind my eyelids begins to dry. Your hand moves from my neck, down my back to slip between my legs. The passion of earlier has faded with the surprise of the blow, and you work now to coax it back. You tease my clit before sliding your fingers back to my sex, then forward again. When you begin rubbing small circles against the sensitive nub my breathing quickens again. Sweet sensations of pleasure course through my groin and abdomen…the memory of pain begins to fade as I concentrate on your movements. Now you move back to the opening of my cunt and I can hear the wetness as you slide your thumb inside of me. Deeper and deeper; I press back against your hand with a moan of pleasure. I am moving with you, against you, my eyes shut tight and my hands gripping the headboard. This time I hear the swish before the blow lands. I try to escape by moving forward but you anticipate my action and your thumb pushes forward with me; you feel me squeeze tightly around you at the moment of impact. You keep pressing with your thumb inside of me, pushing deeper – the walls of my cervix stay clenched on you. The combination is confusing; pleasure, pain…I am moaning but it’s impossible to say which sensation motivates it. I can feel the heat emanating from my bottom, contrasting with the burning sting of the slashes. I wonder if there will be welts; know that there will be, imagine them surrounded by skin glowing red. Now I can feel you caress the path of those marks, feel my own juices coating them as you draw your thumb along them. I wonder if it turns you on, seeing the marks against my skin – marks that you’ve made, that I’ve allowed you to make on my body. I feel you lean over, feel the tip of your tongue as you slide it slowly along the line of my pain…your hands caress my back and shoulders gently and I hear you whisper a question. “Do you want more?” I stiffen, caught in a trap of my own making. This is a question I don’t know how to answer… I am shaking my head no even as I arch myself back up toward you. “Tell me,” you whisper, and I whimper softly in consternation. Your left hand is moving over me, your fingers grazing along the wetness between my legs. Then something else…something thin and supple slides against me. “A riding crop?” I think, and then shiver at the sensation as you move it between the folds of my sex. Oh, so slowly you slide it along me, along my wetness; the fear is compelling, delicious. And then something thicker and harder pushing against my opening, working its way inside of me bit by bit. It is wicked…degenerate…and I’m unable to deny the pleasure of it as I let myself open to it more fully. I turn my face into the pillow, open my mouth and bite down into it to keep from crying out as you slide the grip inside of me further. I begin moving with it, following the rhythm you set; I wonder what it must look like, see the picture of it all in my head – in and out, a little deeper each time. Then the handle is sliding out of me, back up along my ass and between my cheeks. You urge me again to tell you that I want more; I want to say no. “Yes…yes…yes,” I moan, and before the third exclamation is out of my mouth I feel the sting again, the final word becoming a sob of pain. Then suddenly you are thrusting inside of me and my cry is an exclamation of lust as I throw my head back and push against you. Your groan of pleasure urges me on and I squeeze you, rear back into you; I want you hard and fast and furious inside of me, pumping inside of me, taking me. God, how you own me…have owned my thoughts and my dreams and my fantasies for so long. “Fuck me,” I tell you, and you do, thrusting inside of me. I feel your balls slapping against me over and over again. My moans fade to mewls of pleasure as I lower the front part of my body even more. Now I am oh-so-submissive and you are in control, your hands on my hips, guiding me into the position that pleases you most, that allows you to reach deepest inside of me. I am begging for more, more, more and you oblige. Then a particularly deep thrust reaches that spot inside; you feel me close around you as I begin to cum. My orgasm is so strong, clenching around your cock, squeezing you, urging you to cum with me. Still you keep moving, plunging through my shudders as I cum and cum. It’s as the last shivers run through my back and body that I feel you stiffen. The realization of your imminent release spurs me on just a little more. I shove back against you one more time as you bury yourself in me…now you are exploding too, filling me, sending spasms through my body again. We collapse together onto the bed, exhausted and satiated in a way I’ve never known. I can feel our perspiration mingling between our bodies; your breathing is hard as your weight presses down on me…oh how I love to walk on the dark side with you, milord. A Daydream of Simply Red May I share a daydream with you? It began when I was dwelling on this never-ending hunger I have for you. A desire so perfect it pours throughout me till I overflow with this desperate expression; yet it is exotic and mysterious as well. Eventually I will be exhausted and emptied by your love for me. If it is possible, you seem to have no faults. You amaze me over and over again with your willingness and patience. Most men cannot satisfy me; or understand what I need and want, because they don't know who I am. Because of this, may my lust for you be your reward, grandly tantalizing you each moment and every hour of all your days. My daydream tells me you are spirit, but I am flesh. Your spirit is what I long for most. The way it twists and turns with my spirit to meet me in places foreign and strange to me, yet refreshing and exciting. I see you making love to me, and I'm not afraid. Not afraid to look into your eyes because you watch me continually. You are never displeased. You care deeply about my pleasure; as well as admiring and enjoying my body. You watch my face, my eyes, because you know my soul is who you want to please. Any man can please a woman's body, but to please the mind of a woman, a man must be totally selfless, even though many times it wages war with his nature. Here, in my daydream, you wrestle with this self-centeredness, but you don't want me to know or to see your struggle. You want to appear strong, giving yourself with ease so that I, your lover, can relax. You want me to be free, and enjoy love-making for the first time in my life, exhilarated by physical pleasure, fearlessly. You are the first man to do this for me, because you are spirit. You are super-human. Not in the sense of some childhood hero, rather you have the ability to look beyond flesh and bone, beyond the temporal. I see a room in my day dream; the bedroom we are in. Or possibly, it's that flash of red you spoke of once in your description of me. Or maybe it's fire the hottest of its kind. There's a yellow-orange tint all around us - an elixir, a spell conjured of heat and warmth, mixed with an odd, sweet protection, other-worldly in its presence. You want to be in control, and you are. Your desire is to make love to me; to give me pleasure. It's all so easy. So easy for both of us. I don't fight you. I rest and enjoy. I am not tense wondering how you feel, because your concern for only me is obvious, arousing me beyond measure. There is one thing more wonderful than all other things. Not only is my lust for you spiritual, as well as physical it is good and right. I feel no shame. The red daydream continues. We don't change. Our feelings don't change. There is a metaphysical quality about you. You waver over me, floating like Spirit, yet you are so real. Your body is positioned perfectly over mine, our pubic bones, like hot molten lava, melt together, becoming one. Your spirit is strong and becomes one with me, because I am too weak to provoke this collision; this fiery fusion. I'm not wise or strong enough yet. This doesn't concern you. You meet me where I'm at. You understand because you knew it would be this way. You are not disappointed, not disappointed at all. Our bodies are the perfect size, one perfect for the other. You lean over me comfortably, with your hard, heavy cock inside me. My legs fit perfectly around you, but they are never still. I have no desire to lock myself around you like a vise. I only want to feel of you, and I use everything I have my legs, my arms, my hands. Even my fingers are grasping and stretching for you; all of you muscles, tendons, flesh. Each finger is separate and reaching for a mere taste of only you. In time, I become so weary from wanting every part of me to be constantly in touch with you, I give way my arms over my head, relaxed. My hair, long and in strawberry waves, like a mist or a fog of red against the red sheets and the soft scarlet comforter, billowing the red cloud surrounding us all the while. The heat, I see it changing now, to shades of yellow and orange. I can see myself as you see me, and I am beautiful. You continue to move in and out of me with your hips, so perfectly molded to mine. You wait because you know this body will awaken again for another orgasm, another wave, another mountain, another flight. I am amazed at how well you know my flesh, even the uncontrollable spasms of my bright, glistening sex, crimson now, with need. Your rigid cock has memorized my moist, tight vagina, craving you, and you are drawn to me like electricity. Our sexual bounties, separate, so they may become one, are the same as two lovers, fondling each other, one doting over the other, doing what is natural. You move so smoothly in and out of me. Your cock is perfectly hard and perfectly shaped. You don't wonder if you are stimulating the right places because you know you are. There's never a question. From the very beginning I feel your confidence, and become instantly aroused and drenched with come. You are so hard, moving and sliding perfectly inside me, never taking your eyes from my face. Even though flesh meets flesh, and only flesh can satisfy flesh; even though my shining, slick valley licks and twitches at your cock like a hungry animal, we are not desperate, because we know we will be completely satisfied, each satisfying the other. There is a steamy fire and a driving ache in your loins, pushing me harder over the edge. I scream wanting more and more of you, yet you continue to watch my face and look into my eyes with such control. You are not only making love to me, but you are making love to my soul. Our bodies become expressions of this grandiose coupling. We don't thrash like wild animals. We rock like waves. You delve deeper and deeper inside me, as I lifting myself higher and higher to greet you. We move faster and harder, daring sanity to loose us, but our rhythm is perfect, no confusion, only a miraculous dying. We want to cum. We want to cum together so desperately. Not because we are afraid it will escape us, but because we have never felt this good. Never as far beyond reality as this. How could we know we would give our lives to fuck like this? We continue faster and harder, never missing a thrust, I watch your face. You begin to smile. You can feel the building, the tension in your body. You are waiting for that moment when I am ready. I am desperate now, but I am trusting. My eyes are open, but not open so I can see. They are open because you are able to see me. You see my soul through my eyes. You watch and you wait. As fate would have it, right before I die that little orgasmic death from your perfect thrusts, you see what looks like the heavens. The universe, an opening. You see answers. You feel peace, until I can't hold my eyes open any longer. I have to let them close. My eyelids melting; falling slowly now. I can only tilt my head back and cry, cry out your name. As my eyes close, my steamy cleft, flowing with come, opens to you to prepare for all you have to give me. Now, your eyes close willingly. You enter me faster and harder than ever before. With wave after wave like an ocean's roar, you empty more and more of yourself inside me, as I open to you and help you, pull you, nurse you, suck you into myself, to the place where you belong. We are like great, tremendous dams. Our bodies, like dams breaking. All our pent up emotions, frustrations, curiosities, are ladled out lovingly. Like an ocean meets the sea, like a sea will never reject her river, we come together, transforming, transferring, translating two oceans to one beautiful foamy red sea. Yet not the color of red as blood would be, but the red that changes, swoops, glitters, glistens, into thousands of tiny sparks, each one disappearing. and returning to us with understanding. You have been and will always be my curiosity, and I am yours. Together we will conquer apathy, pain, and defiance, even when distance is our only challenge. I feel so much unlike myself. I'm not sure I know who this mind and body belong to. But you know me; you know where I am. That's all that matters. To be known. What an awesome privilege. We are lost in the knowing and we can't find our way back -- back to where we began. Where is this man, who has guarded the essence of my soul since the beginning of time, and has vowed he would walk through the burning fires of hell for me? I summons thee DIGGER... Cum! ---:{@ ♥♥Digger♥♥ you are culmination of traits that has kept you by my side throughout time... ♥:•*¨♥¨*•:♥ ~Your erotic nature and honesty isn't what draws me to you yet it's definitely icing on the cake 4 me... I think you are an amazing man with skills and talents, that surpass all others. You know me better than most and have been beside me for many lives...♥:•*¨♥¨*•:♥ From Atlantis 2 Beyond...I LOVE YOU A Daydream While Studying I'm home alone. I live alone. I always strip, and lay in bed naked. I'm horny. I watched porn. I came a few times. I'm still horny. I hear a knock on my door. I forget I'm naked. I open the door without looking. A guy stands there, and says, "Oh, shit." I look down a see my erect nipples. Oops. I forgot I was naked. I tell the guy to come in. I run through the other door towards my bedroom and grab a t-shirt and pants. I throw them on. I walk back towards the door. He's awkwardly standing there. I don't know him, but I've seen him around my building before. He goes to my school. We share some acquaintances. He doesn't say anything. I say, "sorry about that." He smiles and looks at my nipples through my thin t-shirt. They're still erect, and I didn't put a bra on since I was rushing. I introduce myself. He reaches for my outstretched hand, and explains, "Sorry I live a few doors down. One of my friends has a bunch of people over, and your friend was there. She said I might be able to get some work done at your place." He won't stop looking at my body. I like it. I'm feeling a slight flush creep up my neck, and a tingle starting in my belly. I think about it for a minute. Usually a pause this long would be awkward, but I think we're both a little too sexually aware of each other; therefore, we don't notice the pause. I invite him to bring his schoolwork over. He comes back inside. He locks the door. The sound seems louder than usual. We're both extremely aware of the silence. He puts his bag down on a chair at the table. I go to grab my phone from my bed. It beeps, so I sit down to read my text. I look up while I'm texting, and see him standing in the doorway. He has his arms resting on either side of the doorframe. He takes my silence as acquiescence and enters my bedroom. He walks the few short steps to the end of my bed, and puts a knee up. He seems to pause for an extra second with every advance. He's giving me a chance to stop him. I can't look away, and I definitely can't move. He's right next to me now, near the headboard. His lips tip upwards and he puts a palm to the center of my chest so I tip backwards to a prone position. He sits with his knees on either side of my hips and his arms on either side of my head. He puts his face right next to mine, and breathes in deeply. On the exhale he asks, "Is this okay? Say 'stop' at anytime." I nod my head. He kisses my neck lightly. I can't move. It's like I'm paralyzed with anticipation, waiting to see what he'll do next. He lightly kisses and nibbles a line from the base of my right ear past my jaw and stops. He raises his head slightly. He presses the softest of kisses to my lips while our gazes lock. The kiss deepens, and my eyes close. I feel him press his torso down slightly. He brushes the hair off my shoulders, and grips the base of my neck on either side. I lean my head back and break the kiss. He reaches for the hem of my shirt. I raise my arms and allow him to remove it. I strip off my pants. I'm naked. He's looking at me, but not touching. I reach forward and undo all the buttons on his shirt. I help him remove it, and then continue to his belt and pants. We're both naked. He reaches his right hand out and pinches my left nipple tightly. I feel my clit spasm. He smiles. He does the same thing to my right nipple, and pulls me towards him. He's using my nipples like a leash to drag me where he wants me. We're facing each other. My calves rest on either of his thighs with my legs spread. His fingers are still tugging on my nipples. He releases one of my nipples, and grips the base of my skull to tip my face up towards his. He kisses me deeply, while pushing me back onto the pillows. He grips either of my wrists and puts them above my head. He tells me to leave them up there. I flip my palms backwards and push on the headboard. I feel like exploding. He drags one of his fingertips from my elbow down my side to my hip. He looks me in the eye for a breath, and makes me concentrate on his face. He catches me by surprise by thrusting two fingers deep inside me. My back arches and I push against the headboard. He stills his fingers, and removes them. He pinches my clit. I gasp. He chuckles. I want to touch him, or him to touch me, but I don't move. He bends down and lightly bites a trail from my side down to my clit. He lies down with his head near my belly. He puts one hand on either of my thighs and pushes them apart. He uses both of his hands to spread my pussy and licks from the bottom to the top, and circles my clit. He blows on it. I feel so much pressure coming from inside me that I can't help but squirm. My legs start to shake with anticipation. He repeats the long lick, but this time remains on my clit. He circles it with his tongue a few times. He seems to know that I need more, and he pushes down by making his tongue flat. He sucks my clit between his lips and pushes against it with his tongue. He takes on hand and slowly brushes from my hole to the outside of my lips towards my hips. I try to push against his tongue more. I need to cum so badly. I feel my body heating up, but there's also a cold tingle that's starting. It feels like a feverish chill. He suddenly stops his assault and sits up onto his knees. He leans forward, ignoring my shocked protests. I feel cold. I want his mouth on me. He pulls my wrists from the headboard, and brings me to a seated position so our chests are touching. I try to get out from his grasp, but he's stronger. I am so frustrated and turned on. He knows I like the struggle. He pushes my wrists down by my side, and lies down. He grips under my ass, and pulls me towards his face. Thank fucking God. I straddle his face. He holds my ass with both hands and begins to knead it. I grind down onto his waiting mouth. I begin right where I left off. I'm so wet. I can feel his face stubble brushing against my inner thighs and my pussy. I love the slight prickles I feel from it. I can see my wetness dripping onto his face. We make eye contact. He encourages me to ride his face harder. I smile, tilt my head back, and allow the waves of pleasure to travel through me. My legs and muscles are spasming, my core muscles tighten, the inner walls of my pussy clench and unclench. I feel his tongue pushing against them. He's groaning loudly, but it's hard to hear since he's under me. I finally stop spasming. He licks me clean and I move back, so I'm sitting on his chest. His entire face is shining with my wetness. I lean forward and lick all of it off. I lay down next to him, and he puts an arm around my shoulders. He turns so that his front is to my back. I feel his hard cock press into my lower back. His face still smells like me, and he puts it right next to my ear. He lifts my top leg up, brushes two fingers lightly from my clit to my ass, lines his cock up and fills me. I feel him so deep. He grips my shoulder and restrains my head so I can't move. He pounds into me. He uses his other hand to keep my leg lifted, but balances it on his arm. He rubs my clit with his fingers. He pushes down so hard I almost feel pain. I'm so sensitive from my last orgasm. I can't think. I'm numb. I hear his breathing get shallow, and I can tell he's about to cum. He bites my earlobe and pinches my clit so hard, that I cum again. I feel him begin to tremble with his release as the last part of my orgasm dies down. He breathes in a few times and nuzzles my hair. He pulls out, and puts his face between my legs. He eats both of our cum from inside of me with long, languorous licks. He kisses my nose, gets off the bed and gets dressed. I'm laying in hazy contentment on my bed. He grabs his things, and leaves me.