0 comments/  14582 views/  2 favorites

A Special Place

By: wwot40



We enter the room together. It is a quiet cozy room, with plush carpets on the floor and oriental rugs hanging from the walls providing subdued and muted colors that lent themselves to the erotic nature of the room. The light was from a countless number of candles that seemed to be everywhere providing a feeling of shadow throughout but not foreboding just of something hidden and wanting to be revealed. 

I turn to you and say "My dear this is our special room, no one but you and I shall use it". 

You just nod as if almost in a trance and respond simply, Yes Sir". 

I walk you to center of the room and you see a single deeply upholstered chair. The back and seat had deep comfortable cushions but the arms were open framed, beautifully tapered and padded with the same material as the chair. 

I pour you a glass of champagne and say ‘Relax my darling, we are going exploring”. 

You look at me quizzically but accept what I say, your eyes wide, innocent and just a bit intense. After we sip our drinks, I slide behind you and begin unbuttoning your starched white blouse, exposing your sheer lacy bra. Then my hands slide down and unzip your gray skirt and slide it down and I instruct you to kick off you shoes. 

I then turn to you and say “My dear, sit in that chair and take off your bra and panties for me.” 

You do not even think of questioning this, just comply, the look in your eyes getting more and more intense. 

I go to the closet and pull out four silk ties and turn and just take in your nakedness, relishing the stiffening of your nipples from the cooler air. 

I come to you and tell you to put your arms down on the arms of the chair and bind your wrists tight to them, then I say to you “My pet bring up your legs, bend them at the knees and place your ankles tight against the chair arms!" 

I look at your position then go over and get a pillow to place it under your derriere, then I get the last two ties, tie your ankles to the arm as well and then step back to look at my handy work. What I see begins to arouse me almost immediately. You are naked and totally exposed and vulnerable, your legs spread wide apart as wide as possible, hips as far forward on the seat as possible and the bottom raised. 

I strip slowly and deliberately and kneel in front of you. My lips go to the inside of your thighs kissing you lightly, my tongue licking your sweet, soft flesh, I kiss ever downward and as I get to the center and blow warm air across your quivering lips. I see you shiver and look up into your doe like eyes and my tongue then begins to lick up and down your lips. The tip of my tongue investigating every crevasse of your lips, plying the folds apart and wiggling into the space, then flicking upward, rounds the top of your lips and begins to investigate the other side moving downward slowly. 

Hearing you begin to whimper as I am hitting sensitive spots that have never been titillated before. Then, as my tongue gets to the bottom, I lick upward directly between the two lips riding the slick groove between them, wiggling from side to side as my head cants upward. Then I lick down again deeper still. Up down stroking you, feeling you quiver and shake, my tongue sliding deeper into you, tasting and relishing the tangy wetness there. You are whimpering and moaning now. 

Tugging against the binds that tie you, wanting to grab me and push me on but you cannot. 

The tension and frustration welling up inside of you, the desire taking you to the point that you scream out my name…“OH GOD….MASTER!!!”. 

My tongue dives into you, licking and wriggling deep inside of you, my lips suctioned down upon yours, pressing and pulling at the same time. Your back is arching, trying to drive your hips into me and me deeper into you. 

I snap, “My dear, control yourself!” and go on at my own pace with my own force into you. 

Then I release my suction upon you and begin kissing down your lips until I kiss all the way down to your puckered little anus. My hands come forward and pull your cheeks apart and my tongue begins circling it in slow circles, relishing the texture and contours, circling until the tip is wriggled into the tiny opening and as the tip gains purchase the tongue starts to slide into you. As I continue to split you wide, my hand goes up to the top of your cunny and the thumb and forefinger begin stroking your exposed clit, gently massaging it between them, slowly, occasionally stopping to dip them into your lips to get them slick again and continue the massage. 

The whole time my tongue has driven deeper still into your rear entrance, saliva rolling into it, welling up and then I slurp it back down creating ever-new sensations for you. You are bucking against the ties now in blind, frantic rapture. My arousal is immense, your impassioned moans are too much and I stand and you see my rigid staff for the first time. It is thick and hard with a pronounced head and it is almost leaping at you. 

I step forward and untie your ankle bindings and slide your legs over my shoulders and place the head at the entrance of your lips. Our eyes meet; both of us are wide-eyed in lust and desire. I lock my eyes with your and you feel that stiff cock drive into you slamming home as hard as possible. You are open and totally under my control. You thrash, trying to work me deeper into you but I control the pace and tempo. Making long slow out strokes and fast punishing in strokes. On each out stroke you feel the ring of my head as it grabs your cunny walls and releases the turgid flesh again, providing you a deeper massage than you have ever received. Your passion is welling up deep inside of you and I hear your moans come louder and louder…our eyes never leave each other's. 

Then you feel every muscle in my body lock, you look at me and bite your lip and nod your head quickly, urging me on, wanting to receive exactly what I am going to give you. 

I nod back to you, the permission unspoken yet undeniable. Then I can hold back no longer and groan in passion and joy and shoot into you hot loads of white creamy jism. When you feel that first jet pound into the top of your cunny then wash down your walls you suffer a total release of wave after wave of orgasm, each one more intense than the last. 

Over and over again you are saying “Oh Master!, Oh Master!!” never more than that. 

After finally recovering my composure, I unbind your wrists and slide into the chair and pull you on top of me. 

I say to you “pet, there is so much more for us to experience My dear and it shall be a wonderfully slow process” as I smile a contented smile at you. 

A Special Place



He had been dreaming of a day like this for years. Ever since he discovered this place, he had known that someday he would bring someone special to see it. He enjoyed being outdoors - smelling the scents of the woods in the breeze, basking in the warm sunlight. And this place just had a different feel to it than any other place on earth for him. Here, he felt alive and free.

They had known each other for about six months, but had never done anything more than simple kissing and cuddling. She was the most stimulating woman he had ever met, both physically and mentally. She had been in a bad relationship before, so he never pushed the intimacy. He was happy with things the way they were.

A few evenings before, they had enjoyed a quiet dinner at a local Italian restaurant and then went for a walk along the downtown street where he grew up. Much had changed since those days, but there were still familiar trees and houses that reminded him of how simple life had once been. He told her stories of his childhood and showed her the place he kissed his first "girlfriend". They had only been ten at the time, but he remembered it like it was yesterday.

He drove her home and walked her to the front door as usual. He went through the typical clichés – 'had a great time', 'can't wait to see you again' – and then bent to kiss her goodnight. This time her kiss lingered a bit longer than he was used to, and when they broke, she looked up and whispered, "I think I want you to make love to me soon."

With that, she opened her front door and left him without another word or glance. For a few moments, all he could do was stand and stare at his reflection in the glass. Did she just say what I think she said?

He had trouble sleeping that evening. Her words kept coming back to him over and over – "I think I want you to make love to me soon." What did that mean? How soon was soon? His thoughts raced around his tired brain until he fell asleep from pure exhaustion.

The next morning he woke up and wondered if he had dreamed the last five minutes of their night together. Maybe she didn't really say that at all. Maybe that is what I wanted her to say, and I totally missed her real comment. Even more troubling was how to proceed from here. He couldn't bring it up again. He would have to wait for her to make the next move if she really had meant what he thought she said.

Fortunately, he didn't have to wait long for an answer to his concerns. When he turned on his computer, there was an email from her titled, "Hope I didn't scare you away". He quickly opened the message and found a few simple lines.

'I can't believe I actually said that last night. It was just such a great evening, and I was so comfortable with you. I guess you know what I have been thinking lately. You have been so patient with me. I just want everything to be perfect. I think the time is right. I'll leave the planning to you, but I am ready when you are.'

An amazing feeling of exhilaration rushed through his body. He was sure this was the most amazing thing that had ever happened to him. Sure, he had been sexually active with women before, but almost all of them were simple flings. This was the first time he actually felt a strong emotional attachment to someone who wanted to make love to him.

Planning???? How do you plan something like that? It has just always happened before. Then, a feeling of calmness came over him as the secluded stretch of woods on his old family property popped into his mind. When he was younger, he used to go sit there, on the ground, for hours just looking up at the sky and thinking his random thoughts. There was not a more perfect place on earth…

The property had been in his family since before the Civil War. He had been told that Jesse James actually watered his horses there once on his way to a bank robbery. No one had lived on the land for years until his father retired and built a log cabin and dammed up the old stream to create a private lake. How many summers since had he taken vacation to visit his dad and just sit on the bank of that lake catching fish?

Long before that however, his dad had taken him for walks around the property and told stories about his grandmother's house and how they used to have a huge Christmas feast there every year. The house had burnt when he was fifteen and his grandmother died soon after. Her kids had all built houses elsewhere, so Mother Nature was the sole resident until his dad came back.

On one of those walks, they had come across an open spot in the middle of the woods. His dad said that this used to be a cornfield that his uncle had tended every year. For some reason, no trees had grown up in one small area despite many years of non-use. As he got older and began venturing onto the property himself, he adopted this area as his special place and used it as a sanctuary to meditate and clear his head.

On more than one occasion, he had masturbated to sexual fantasies while lying under the warm sun in his favorite place. Something about sex outdoors fascinated him, and he had spilled more than one load of semen onto the hallowed ground around him. Just feeling the breeze blow across his erection while he gently stroked himself to orgasm was one of the most pleasurable experiences he could imagine.

So, now he had the "where" figured out. Next, he had to figure out the when and how. She had sounded rather urgent, both in her last words the night before – "I think I want you to make love to me soon" – and in her email this morning – "I think the time is right. I'll leave the planning to you, but I am ready when you are." Saturday seemed like a good choice.

His return email was short and simple:

'You can't possibly scare me off. I would wait until the end of time to be with you. How does a picnic sound for Saturday afternoon?'

Now, how to make sure "everything is perfect" and still remain patient just in case things didn't progress. He had blankets and a picnic basket for such an occasion. He would need to stop by the grocery store on Saturday morning to pick up a few things. A bottle of wine, strawberries, chocolate, cheese…

By Friday afternoon, the only thing that could have spoiled his plans was the weather. However, there was not a cloud in sight and the weatherman had promised that a high-pressure system was controlling the weather for the next few days. He could not believe this was really going to happen tomorrow!

They had not seen each other since the night she had whispered those sweet words to him – "I think I want you to make love to me soon" – but, he had been so busy trying to plan the perfect day that time had flown by. They had exchanged the usual emails, but nothing else had been said about her revelations.

He woke up early on Saturday and found himself as nervous as he had been at his first football sock-hop. Janie Newton had been sweet sixteen and full of energy, and he was afraid he would have no idea what to do at the dance. He had almost puked five minutes before he finally built up the courage to ask her. Now, those stirrings of butterflies were in his stomach again, but he found himself enjoying them.

He packed up his blankets and picnic basket and put some ice in a cooler in the back of his Jeep Wrangler. It was a beautiful day, so naturally he had the top off. He stopped off at the grocery store and then headed over to pick her up. She was waiting on the front porch step when he arrived and sauntered sexily out to his Jeep with a slight smirk on her face.

It was a two-hour drive to his parent's place, so they talked about work and listened to Tim McGraw on the CD player. When "Let's Make Love" began playing, things got quiet and they drove in silence for most of the remainder of the trip. Luckily, his parents were out of town for the weekend, so they had the place to themselves.

They arrived just after noon and quickly unpacked the Jeep and went inside to freshen up. She had been here on several occasions, but he had never taken her to his special place. Something had told him to wait and only show it to her when the time was right. It had been his place for so long, and now he was ready to share it with the woman of his dreams.

She looked at him with that smirk that was so much of her playfulness as they entered the woods with blankets, picnic basket and cooler in tow. He supposed she had assumed they would just eat out in the back yard and then move inside to fulfill her desires. The trip into the trees was surely a surprise to her expectations.

When they reached the clearing and walked into the open, she stopped and looked up at the endless sky for what seemed like an eternity. He knew how she felt. It was like being in a temple with nothing between you and God. Of course, he had stopped believing in God a long time ago, but he did believe in some deity and he was never closer to it than he was here.

When she finally looked at him, there were tears in her eyes as she said, "You've never told me about this place."

"I have been saving it for a special occasion," he replied shamefully.

"It is beautiful. I don't think I have ever seen a more beautiful place in my life," she responded.

His response was choked with emotion, "I was hoping you would like it. I've never brought anyone else out here."

As they spread the blanket and opened up the picnic basket, two Canadian Geese flew overhead on their way to the lake.

"They come back every year," he indicated, "A wildlife expert told us it was probably the same pair. They tend to mate for life."

At this, she glanced shyly to the ground. He took a good long look at her, and once again was amazed that a creature as beautiful as she was sitting right here with him. Her reddish-blonde hair hung like silk to her shoulders. Her eyes reflected the sunlight and glowed with emotion. 

She was wearing a button-up, sleeveless blouse with the shirttail tied together just above her pierced belly button. She had on blue-jean shorts – the type you might call Daisy Dukes, and they accentuated her hips in a very seductive fashion. She had taken off her shoes and socks, so her cute little toes were hanging playfully off of the blanket in the warm grass. She was simply stunning…

He poured them each a glass of wine and laid out the cheese, strawberries and chocolate for them to munch on as they made small talk. He was having difficulty concentrating on conversation as the opening words to that song that had interrupted their chat on the way up kept dancing through his head:

'Baby, I've been drifting away
And dreaming all day
Of holding you
Touching you
The only thing I wanna do
Is be with you
As close to you
As I can be…'

All he wanted to do right now was to take her gently in his arms and make love to her under the warm, blue sky.

"Sweetie?"

He was jerked back into the moment at the sound of her voice. All he could do was glance her way.

"What are you daydreaming about?"

"Oh, nothing," he lied. "Just had a blank moment."

She slowly shifted her position and leaned her back against his chest. For a moment, he thought this was it. She was simply going to sit here and enjoy the surroundings without a thought of what was in his mind. Not that he would have minded, but today was supposed to be different.

"You know," she interrupted his thoughts, "I think this is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me."

"Oh, it wasn't that big a deal," he mumbled. "I'm sure there are lots of more romantic men out there than me."

"None that I want to be with."

And, with that, she turned and kissed him gently on the lips. When their contact broke, he saw a different look in her eyes. It was a look of hunger, desire and fear that he had never quite seen before. He knew she was battling emotions right now that were tearing her apart. He was afraid of letting the fear win.

"I will never hurt you."

"I want to believe that," she replied. "I'm just so scared."

"Just relax, and do what is comfortable. Whenever you say stop, we stop."

She just continued looking at him with those childlike eyes. He could not bear it any longer. He reached out with his left hand and stroked the side of her face. He trailed his fingers down her neck and up the other side to her cheek. A tear that had formed in her left eye ran down her face. He gently wiped it away and then leaned forward and kissed the spot where it had been.

He ran his fingers gently down her right arm, feeling the soft, smooth skin become bumpy from goose pimples. When he reached her hand, he took it in his own and kissed each of her fingertips tenderly. Then, he repeated the gesture with the other arm and hand.

As he finished kissing the last finger of her left arm, she looked into his eyes and said the words he so wanted to hear from her.

"Please make love to me. Don't let anything stop this moment."

Without a word he reached for the top button of her blouse and began undressing her slowly. When he got to the last button, she helped him remove the top, revealing her lacy bra beneath. He caressed the sides of each breast through the silky material, then deftly undid the clasp to release her from the confines of the bra. Seconds later, it had joined her blouse on the ground and her ample bosom was exposed to the warm, sunny afternoon.

He timidly grazed each nipple with the back of his hands, feeling them stiffen at his touch. He bent to take each in his mouth, hearing the soft moan of her pleasure as he suckled at her breast. He kissed and nibbled at her areolas, cupping each breast firmly in his hands. He trailed his tongue along the tops and sides of her breasts, continuing to knead with his hands as he went.

When he withdrew from her chest, she reached out and began undoing the buttons of his shirt. She leaned forward and kissed his flesh as she made her way down his torso. She removed his shirt and for a moment just laid her head against his muscular chest.

He began running his fingers through her hair as she relaxed against his body. Then, he took her head in his hands and raised her face to his. The next moment they were locked in a passionate kiss unlike any they had experienced together previously. Their tongues danced feverishly between their lips, tasting each other with a hungry desire.

Her hands reached for his belt and quickly removed it from his jeans. The button fly was no match for her dexterous fingers. He raised his hips from the ground enough for her to slide his jeans down over his boxer briefs. He repositioned himself on the blanket as she continued pulling his jeans down off of his legs. Soon, he was left sitting with only his briefs to cover the object of her growing attention.

She wasted no time beginning to massage him through the cotton material. When he thought he could take it no longer, she pulled off his shorts and grasped him firmly in her hands. Her warm breath, mixed with the afternoon sun, actually made him shiver with pleasure. As she took him in her warm mouth, he laid back on the blanket to enjoy the sensation of this beautiful woman sucking him so tenderly.

Though it had been quite a while since he had been with a woman, he was amazed at his ability to control his urge to climax. He only wanted to plant his seed in one place this afternoon. He reached down and gently touched the sides of her head, pulling her up to lie above him. Another passionate kiss ensued and soon he had turned her over onto the blanket and moved his hands slowly down to the button of her shorts.

He was pleasantly surprised to find that at some point, she had already undone her pants and lowered the zipper to expose her bright red panties. His hand slipped inside the Daisy Dukes and caressed the waiting mound beneath. Her body rose at his touch involuntarily and a husky moan escaped from her throat. He felt the wetness that was soaking the thin material and continued to massage her as she rhythmically pressed her hips into his hand.

He shifted onto his knees in order to remove her shorts and access the waiting prize beneath. She parted her legs and he lowered his face to breath in her sexual aroma. His strong, forceful tongue touched the damp material and teased the entire length of her opening, stopping just short of the tiny pearl at the top. 

He raised himself once more and removed the last boundary between them. He returned to the origin of her arousal and after several long, wet strokes, he sucked her lips into his mouth. She was dripping by now and he proceeded to stick his tongue as far into her as he could reach. Her moans had become whimpers of pleasure as he continued tonguing her with a firm, rhythmic stroke.

Finally, when he knew she was on the verge of release, he slipped a finger into each of her moist openings and buried them as deeply as he could while maintaining constant pressure on her clitoris. He alternated between licking, sucking and nibbling until she began screaming and convulsing in orgasm. As she came down from her high, he continued to apply light kisses until her sensitivity made it impossible to bear any longer.

He eased up beside her, trailing his fingers along her ticklish sides and flushed chest. He kissed her, letting her taste herself on his lips. She licked at her own juices, seeming to enjoy each and every drop. They continued caressing each other gently, savoring the warmth from the sun and the pleasure of their passion.

At last, it was time for what each of them had been waiting for since she spoke those incredible words, "I think I want you to make love to me soon." 

He rose above her as she opened her legs to receive him. As he entered her, he felt as though a bolt of lightning had run through his body. The warm, inviting flesh enveloped him as he thrust fully into her body. He held himself tightly against her, not wanting to rush this, yet anxious to experience the depths of her pleasure.

He looked into her face and her eyes were closed in a peaceful, relaxed manner. Her mouth was slightly open and he bent to place his lips on hers. As they touched, he withdrew slowly, feeling the pressure of her vaginal walls all along his erection. When he had reached the point where he almost left her, he plunged forward again with a slow, forceful thrust. She moaned with pleasure and opened her eyes to make contact with his. As their pace began to quicken, she whispered softly, "I love you so much." 

He was too overcome with emotions to respond verbally, but bent once again to kiss her gently on the lips. She held him tightly against her as he continued pressing deeply inside her. Finally, at his moment of release, he held himself against her and emptied his passion deep within her womb.

Were they protected? Was she fertile? 

At this moment in time, he did not care. He had found the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. He had found his soul mate and the person he wanted to be the mother of his children. If he had planted the seed that would become their child, he could think of no better place on earth to have done it.

This was a special place…