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Candlelight

By: Snowwhitex



I lay back in the hot soapy water, the room is lit by a single candle on the edge of the bath. Slowly I'm aware of a shadow in the doorway, I would recognise the outline of my Master anywhere. I turn to face the door as my Master steps into the room, he kneels down next to the bath and leans over and kisses me on the forehead, as I turn my head to kiss him back he pulls away and just smiles. Oh how my body aches to kiss him, to feel his lips on mine. 

My Master reaches down and picks up the candle from the edge of the bath, he blows out the candle and slowly tips the wax onto my wet tits. I close my eyes as I feel the hot wax drip down and land in globules in the water, I feel his hand between my legs, firmly pushing them apart, as I open my eyes my Master pushes the candle deep up inside my pussy, I try to stifle a moan as he slowly and rhythmically thrusts the candle in and out, faster and deeper .The candle slides in and out easily, a combination of soapy bath water and being turned on. My Master is looking deep into my eyes as he pulls the candle out and places it back on the corner of the bath, my pussy aches to be filled. He pulls the plug from the bath and stands up. My Master hands me a towel as he turns and leaves. I know my Master will be waiting in the bedroom for me, I step out the bath and pick off the last of the wax from my tits and dry myself.

As I wander into the bedroom I see My Master sitting on the edge of the bed he has removed his t-shirt, but is still wearing his jeans. I walk over to him and kneel at his feet, he offers me his hand and I kiss each finger one by one. My Master stands and looks down on me smiling, slowly I unbuckle his belt, undo the button and zip on his jeans, and in one go slide his jeans down, I help him step out of them and lay them neatly on the bed. He sits back down on the edge of the bed and removes the belt from his jeans. My Master turns me away from him and using the belt as a restraint he ties my wrists together, I can feel the cold of the metal buckle on my hot skin.

My Master is now standing before me, I look up into his eyes as I lean forward and gently kiss the inside of his thighs, his skin is hot on my lips, I slowly lick his balls, taking each one in turn into my mouth and suck gently, moving up I plant gentle feather like kisses all the way up his cock, licking him as though he were an ice-cream, before taking his hard cock fully in my mouth, I feel my Masters hand on the back of my head pushing me closer to him. I part my knees slightly, trying to steady myself as my hands are restrained. My Masters cock tastes so good, I move my mouth rhythmically over his cock, slowly sucking him, probing that tiny slit in the head of his cock with the tip of my tongue, he starts to move his hips each time his cock pushes deeper into my mouth, in and out, faster, I can taste a little pre-cum now, he tastes so good, he moves his hips faster now, as I suck his cock harder and harder, with one last thrust of his hips he cums deep into the back of my throat, with each spurt I swallow. I gently lick the last drops of cum from my Masters cock.

My Master lays back on the bed. I stay kneeling at the foot of the bed. After what seems like ages he looks at me and beckons me to join him. I stand up, which is not easy when your hands are bound, and I join him on the bed. I rest my head on his hips, his cock now resting against my cheek. I look up and watch my Masters chest rise and fall as he drifts off to sleep. The room is dark except for the flicker of a single candle on the dressing table, Mmmm candles. 

Candlelight



As our night begins, I lead you into the bedroom, where a lit candle on the dresser casts a soft glow through the room. I lead you toward the bed and your eyes fall upon a set of soft leather tie downs attached to the headboard and footboard. A shiver of anticipation dances down your spine, from the nape of your neck to the small of your back.

I turn your body, my hands now resting on your shoulders, until the backs of your calves are just touching the bed. My fingers slowly undo the buttons on the blouse you are wearing and push it off of your shoulders. It falls loosely to the floor behind you. Your breath quickens as my fingers lightly glide down the smooth skin of your waist, to the zipper on the side of your skirt. The hushed buzz of it sliding down vibrates through your flesh, promising a larger buzz still to come.

In your panties and bra, you stand before me as I step back and undress my self for you to watch. Your breathing is becoming more shallow and rushed. As I remove the last of my clothing and stand naked before you, your eyes move down to rest on my stiffening shaft. The sight of it sends a new rush of anticipation through your body. I step closer and my arms move around you to the clasp of your bra. The head of my cock brushes up against the warm front of your panties as my fingers nimbly undo the clasp and pull the ends around to your front and away. Your nipples are hard, tingling, as if pleading with me to touch them. As I drop your bra to the floor, I lean close enough for my chest to just touch your nipples. I bend my knees slowly, and my chest rasps lightly against your nipples as I move down your body. 

You feel my hot breath as it flows over your shoulder, over the top curve of your breast, and then directly on the hard, aching nipple. My tongue reaches out and lightly glides around your smooth breast, tasting your body as the fires of desire begin to rise within us both. You can feel my breath, hot against your flesh, but where my tongue has touched your skin, my breath feels cool. The contradicting sensations bring goose bumps to your arms and a shiver dances down your spine. My hands resting on your hips hold you still as my tongue continues to glide leisurely, excruciatingly slowly over the top of your breast. My lips close to place small kisses against your sensitive skin. Each kiss, light as a butterflies touch, moving down between your breasts, lower, lower, until my cheeks begin to graze against the inner swells of your perfect breasts. Again, my tongue slides over your skin, upwards at a snails pace over the inner curve of your other breast. Again, the twin sensations my breath leaves against your skin pops goose bumps on your arms, and even over your shoulders, and the tingle on your spine moves upwards his time, and disappears with a little buzz at the base of your scalp. You feel the hairs at the back of your neck rise.

Again, at the top of your breast, where the gentle curve begins to slope outwards, my lips close to leave a trail of gentle kisses, following the outer swell of your figure. 

Again, my tongue licks gently at your flesh, under your breast, and then slowly upwards, moving tantalizingly closer to your aching nipple. Higher and closer, my tongue approaches, until I stop just short of the hard point aching for the contact. My breath flows like liquid fire over the sensitive skin. You body, desiring more than the touch of heated breath, betrays your passion and arches your back, pressing your breasts closer to my lips. I stay just out of reach, and a low moan of desire escapes your lips.

When I know you cannot take the wait any longer, my tongue stretches out and the very tip touches against the tip of your nipple. Your breath hitches in your throat. You wait in eager anticipation for my lips to close in on the nipple and suck, but instead, I trace the tip of my tongue around your nipple, following the textures of your areola. Once, twice around, slowly, like my earlier course around tour breast, my tongue circles the taut nipple. Then my mouth moves across to your other, neglected nipple. Again, the hot breath rushes over your responsive flesh. The nipple tightens in anticipation of what is to come. 

And just as it seems you can take no more, that surely your hands will reach behind my head and pull me close to you, again you feel the tip of my tongue touch the delicate nipple. A gasp escapes between clenched teeth. You didn't realize I had made your entire body tense up with the simple act of moving so slowly. Around the nipple again, mapping out the edge of your areola with a moist line from my tongue. Twice, three times around, and stopping with the tip of my tongue barely tickling your nipple.

You are sure that you will feel my lips seal against your rigid nipple next, that my teeth will scrape lightly against your tender skin and close gently against the nipple, that my mouth will bear against your hot breast and suck lightly on your throbbing nipple. Bu no, my breath moves downward again, leaving your breasts heaving with desire and longing. Down, past the soft curve of your belly, and down to the waistband of your panties. My words suddenly break the silence of the room as I tell you, "Don't move." As you tense in eager expectation, you suddenly feel my lips on the waistband, my teeth gripping the edge of the satin. Slowly I pull downwards, and my fingers lightly brush up over your thighs to your hips where they gently coax down the smooth material, helping it over the curve of your hips. My lips brush through your pubic hair, and as I move down further, exposing your tender pussy, my nose begins to rake over the spot where your clit waits with excitement. Fresh air now flows over your warm pussy, and my teeth release your panties as my fingers pull them down your long legs. As you lift one leg to step out of them, my mouth once again moves onto your sweet pussy, and my tongue glides from the bottom of the moist slit to the top, just over your outer lips. You quiver from the rush of sensations racing through you.

I pull my face away from this paradise, and I look up into your eyes. "Do you trust me?"

My words catch you by surprise. "Of course I trust you," you reply. What a silly question. If you did not trust me, we would never have bonded together, fallen so deeply in love with each other, lust for each other.

Suddenly, I stand and gently push you back onto the bed. You move up until your head rests on one of the pillows waiting for you. My hands brush down your right leg, moving your foot toward the corner of the bed. You feel the soft leather of the tie down as I touch it to your leg.

I look into your eyes and say, "If you want to slow down, say 'yellow.' If you want to stop for a moment, say 'red.' When you want to continue again, say 'green.' If you want to stop completely, say 'black.' Do you understand?"

Your eyes look deeply into mine and you know I would not hurt you, or put you into a situation where you could come to harm. "I understand." Your voice barely a whisper, but excitement is evident in the words.

"Tell me the words so I know you understand." You smile gently to yourself as I speak. Some times it is so obvious that I am so inexperienced compared to you.

"I say 'yellow' to slow down, 'red' to stop for a moment, 'green' to start again, and 'black' to stop completely. Now hurry up and stop delaying the fun." A wicked grin comes to your lips in anticipation of what I have in store for you.

I take the strap and gently circle your right ankle and tighten a simple knot just enough to hold your leg firmly. My fingertips caress your skin with feathery touches as my hands move up your calf, along your inner thigh, and through your pubic hair before continuing their journey down the other leg, moving your left foot out to the other corner of the bed. Again the soft leather circles your ankle and firmly secures you. 

My hands glide softly but swiftly up and over your thigh, pausing momentarily to lightly rub at your pussy lips, making them open slightly. Again they continue upwards, where they cup each of your breasts, giving the nipples a quick, light pinch. Both hands move over to your right shoulder, the fingers encircling the arm as the move down to your wrist and guide it up to the top corner of the bed. This time the leather strap coils your wrist twice before being tied off. My hands slowly glide down the skin of your arm and you voluntarily raise your left arm to the other corner of the bed, ready for my touch. Surprisingly, I do not move to tie that arm. I lean close to your ear and whisper that I want you to have one arm free, to caress yourself and me as this encounter continues. My tongue touches the lobe of your ear and then moves around the edge, sending shivers along your scalp. My lips move down and leave a trail of soft kisses in the curve of your neck. Your free hand moves down to the back of my head and you run your fingers through my hair.

Lower and lower, my kisses move, each one ending with my tongue flicking at the skin as it moves away. Over your shoulder and to the top of your breast. Your back arches as my lips near the nipple. A light kiss just misses your nipple and is followed by my lips suddenly closing powerfully on the nipple and sucking hard. The shock of the surprising new sensation makes your back arch fully, and you pull my face tight to your breast. This is what you had been waiting for when we were standing beside the bed. You feel my teeth scrape lightly over your areola, and my mouth sucks a little harder as your nipple stiffens in response. Your breasts both ache with the yearning for more contact. 

My other hand now appears with a feather held in my fingers. As one nipple is ravaged by hard sucking and light love bites, your other breast is caressed with a light sweep, back and forth, just under and then just above the nipple, never touching the hard, aching point. My mouth moves away from the one nipple and the feather brushes down, under the breast, down over your waist and hip, down and over your thigh to the exposed inner flesh of your long, slender leg. My head moves over to your other nipple and light kisses again circle the nipple, teasing you as they avoid the hard tip. Your fingers in my hair pull at me, trying to guide my lips to that aching spot, and I finally give in, my lips closing around the nipple and my tongue rubbing over the tip. My teeth scrape the sensitive skin as I nibble on your nipple. The feather continues to graze lightly over your inner thigh for a few more seconds and then it moves away.

I pull away from your grasp and my lips peck their way down your waist, and over your hip. My tongue reaches out and glides over the gentle curve. Your free hand reaches up and tightly grasps the pillow, your body tenses. My lips purse, and you feel my hot breath on your skin as I move toward your moist center.

As you arch your back, my fingers slide under it, gently, ever so lightly touching the skin. As I reach the small of your back, and the shivers start to race, my tongue slips out and flicks the outer lips, just touching them, a quick taste of what is yet to come.

Your left hand, the only one free to move, lets go of the pillow and your fingers entangle themselves in my hair once more. You aren't sure if you want to pull me closer, or pull me away. You can feel the wanting, the aching, driving your body toward an act of utter abandonment, of lust, of total pleasure, but you also feel the fear of losing control; for that is exactly what will happen if you let me continue. My tongue reaches out again, this time sliding between your lips, delving into the damp, and the choice is no longer yours. The night has begun.

Your hand pulls on my hair, pulls me closer, pulls me into the warmth of your pussy. The outer lips open, and the heat radiates from you. I run my tongue up the warm opening, pushing in, tasting your sweet wetness, and moves up to your clit. I can almost feel it quiver. Instead, my tongue moves to the right side of your pussy. The tendon in your leg is as tight as a violin string and my tongue dances over it, causing the waves of pleasure to shoot through your entire body, down to your toes, and up to the base of your neck, where the shivers start back down again.

Of course, now that you're feeling the shivers course through your body, my hand brings the feather back up, tracing it along your inner thighs. The hand under your back is suddenly free as you moan and arch higher, so I slide it down and under your smooth, firm ass cheeks. I squeeze the flesh and you clench in return. With a feather tickling your inner thighs, a hand squeezing your ass, and my tongue once again inside of you, the tremors of an orgasm are quickly approaching.

My tongue circles small, tight rings around your swollen clit. Slowly, each time around brings higher sensations of sexual tension to every nerve ending in your entire body. The light touch of the feather glides delicately over your sensitive thigh, goose bumps popping up behind the gentle caress. The tip of the feather flowed lightly up, along your thigh, stroking gently up over the slow curve of your hip. The light sensation contrasted with the intense stimulation your clit was delighting in from the movement of my tongue, around and around. The feather continued, grazing softly over your taut stomach, up and under the smooth curve of each of your breasts. The length of the feather enabled me to tickle tenderly the silky-smooth undersides of both of your breasts at the same time. The full length glided up, lightly stroking both sensitive breasts, bringing an electrical dance to every nerve, up to both nipples, hard and aching with desire. The touch of the feather on both stiff nubbins was electrical, and suddenly your orgasm seemed to explode forward, rushing outwards from your center, washing in powerful waves throughout your body, building up to what feels like tidal wave proportions. Your free hand is on my head, your fingers laced tightly in my hair, pulling my mouth close onto your clit, your back arching, your legs and arm, still bound firmly in place, pulling hard on your restraints as your body begins to react unconsciously to the vibrations taking over your entire being. 

My mouth pulls back from your sweet pussy, my tongue releases your clit from its soft touch. The feather rises up and away from your breasts, your nipples suddenly exposed to the warm air with no sweet caresses teasing and pleasuring them. Your orgasm is so close, your blood red hot and pounding through your veins, every muscle in your body tightened and ready for the explosive release, the fingers of your bound hand and the toes of both feet curled painfully tight, the electrical buzz of your orgasm suddenly so close and yet unable to burst out though your primed body.

Moans of desire, almost painful, but oh so sensual, escape from your hot throat.

I drop the feather beside the bed, and my hand reaches down to the foot of the bed, out of your line of sight. 

Your moans become distressed words as you vainly try to pull my mouth back onto your open, wet pussy. "Uuuhhhh, please, don't do this. I 'm soooooo close. GOD, I need it, please! Make me cummmmmmmmmmmmmmm."

Your long, drawn out last word almost hides it, but suddenly, along with the 'mmmmmmm' sound there is a low hum in the air. You strain your neck to look down and watch what is going to happen next.

Your fingers, already clenched tightly in my hair, squeeze tighter as you see me lift up the large, gel vibrator, already humming in my hand. 

From your lower calf, slowly upwards, you watch as I stroke the vibrating wand up your leg. Though it is set on low, the small vibrations seem explosive against your super sensitive flesh. You can feel the orgasm, still so close, seeming to grow with anticipation.

Up, along the inside of your knee, vibrating along your inner thigh, and your pussy feels like it is beginning to vibrate in time with the smooth shaft. You strain to open your thighs more, opening your pussy for this welcome intruder, this sexual shaft. Higher, up your thigh, until the smooth, vibrating tip slides easily over your open, wet lips, your wetness lubricating is easily. Up a little more and it almost touches your swollen, fiery hot clit, but stops just below and begins downwards, dipping between your open pussy lips, sending its vibrations deep into your core. You push your hips forward, wishing I would slip it in deeper, thrusting it in with one smooth movement, but no, instead, I lay it against your pussy, the vibrating shaft rolling smoothly around and getting slicker from your juices. 

Now, you feel my head move closer again, and your fingers in my hair try to pull me tight against you, but I stop short, my mouth so close, hot breath washes over your protruding clit. I begin to blow softly, a slow, but direct rush of air rushing over your clit, and the new sensation tightens your body again, your head arches back, your eyes are unseeing now as you again try to focus on all of the sensations. Your legs and one arm still held akimbo, your pussy open and ravaged by the length of the vibrator rolling along the full length of your pussy lips. You know you are making the bed wet with the juices flooding out of your moist center. The vibrator sending electrical waves up your open, empty, yearning pussy, and your clit dancing with exhilaration at the stimulating flow of my breath, blowing stronger now. 

And when it seems you can take no more, you feel me adjust the vibrator and slowly but surely push it into you, one long, smooth, deep stroke. The buzzing now vibrating your entire pelvic area, such a light humming, but with your impending orgasm, every sense is heightened, and you feel everything tenfold. My lips blowing on your clit now close over it and I give it a little wet suck. 

Lightning.

It feels like a lightning bolt is dancing through your body as your orgasm explodes, my lips are pressed harder onto your clit as your body writhes with the power of passion blazing through you.

Your entire body is on fire, you feel the flames all around you, not burning you, but rather caressing you. You feel the heat, but also cooling waves with it. 

The lightning is changing, not dancing through you now, but surging in waves, like the storm clouds rolling over each other, building on each other and carrying the electrical storm through every fibre of your being. The storm, raging outwards, but with each passing moment, calming, now like a summer rainstorm, the drops splashing all through your body, exploding spots of wet passion. The clouds are lighter now, and you realize your eyes are open, and you have not been looking through them at the room around us, but you've rather been looking inward, enjoying the storm raging within you. 

Your eyes focus on the flickering candle, and you feel the waves of the orgasm, pulsing through you, still euphoric and fiery, but not overpowering anymore. My mouth is still pressed tight to your wet pussy, but the vibrator is no longer inside of you. You uncurl your fingers from my hair, and your joints pop slightly from being clenched so tightly. Your legs ache from being restrained and as you release me, I move to pull on the release for your restraints. The sudden liberation of your limbs feels like your lower body turning to jelly as the tension falls from your body. You lift your free arm and release your other arm, your shoulder and bicep twinge as you lower it to your side. And yet, the discomfort feels so good, not painful, but almost like the ache after a strenuous workout.

Your first orgasm was powerful, explosive even. You know it will be hard to top that, but any more after this will be more icing on the cake. 




Candlelight



I move up your body and you can feel the hardness of my cock as it brushes your leg. Your eyes are smoky and filled with lust in the candlelight as you guide my body between your open legs. Your hand reaches down to the curve of my ass and pulls me to you. You whisper loudly, "Now. I want you in me now." My hips move back and you roll your pelvis, lifting your hot wet pussy up toward my stiff cock. I guide the tip to your spread lips and gently push inwards. Your wet pussy eagerly engulfs me, opening fully for my hard shaft, and soon I am entirely inside you. Your hips start to roll, setting up a smooth rhythm for me to glide in and out of you. Even though you are so wet from your orgasm, you are snug against me, and friction quickly builds.

My face leans into yours and out tongues intertwine in a hot kiss of passion. Your hand moves up from my ass and your fingernails scratch the skin on my back as you rake your fingers across it. Your other arm is wrapped around my neck, holding my face tight to yours as the sensations course through you. Your knees bend and you wrap your legs around me, pulling me deeper into you and holding me close. Your face is now buried in my neck, your mouth leaving hard love bites on me. You barely feel my own teeth lightly scrape along your own shoulder as the next orgasm builds in you. Our rhythm builds, the tempo increasing. My pelvis starts to rub hard against your clit with each forward thrust. The orgasm rushes over you and every muscle in your body screams again for release. Again. Lightning, smaller, but still powerful, slams through you. My voice cries out your name loudly as I shudder in your grasp. 

"Oh, God. Oh, yes."

The spurting of my cock inside you seems to set off one more orgasm, a small one this time, as if to wind down the moment. Once again, you collapse, but this time I collapse as well, on top of you, my weight pressing you down into the soft mattress. 

Our hearts, both pounding in our chests, seem to fall in time with each other. Our breathing slows together and our bodies cling to each other. Our sweat intermingles, and as we kiss tenderly, our tongues gently entwine, enjoying this quiet moment after passion's liberation.

I roll gently to the side, holding you close, our legs locked together and our arms around each other. My hand gently strokes down your spine, fingertips grazing lightly over your skin, raising goose bumps once again.

Our arms encircle each other as we pull close together. The candle pops and sputters before dying down and extinguishing, spent, just as we are. The room falls in darkness as we lie together, relaxing and recuperating for a while.

Soon, I know, you will be taking control and tying me down. After all, do unto others....



Candlelight



The bedroom is lit by two dozen candles. Sitting on the antique furniture, they make it seem like a chapel, with the four poster bed the high altar. A stick of lavender incense adds its flavor to the atmosphere, making everything surreal.

She lies on the bed beneath red satin sheets, covered to her neck. The upper sheet is untucked. Flat on her back, her arms and legs spread, she waits for him.

He enters, in a dark shirt and slacks with a touch of white at his throat, and slowly advances to the bedside. She looks at him, her blonde hair spread on the pillow, her eyes shining in the candlelight. Floating across the room, he settles on the bed to her right, his hair a leopard's mane, his hands strong and supple, his touch a butterfly on the sheet next to her. "Are you ready, Sweetness?"

"Yes, Father."

"May I stroke the sheet, Sweetness?"

"Yes, Father. But remember, that's all you can do."

His hand wanders over to the outline of her form, running up and down her side, making her giggle. It wanders upward, tracing the mounds, sailing down the slopes to the valley and up the lower curves. She closes her eyes and she smiles, her body turning ever so slightly to accept the touch. He pushes the button on a remote, and Gregorian chant wafts through the air. 

"I have a thought, Sweetness."

"Yes, Father?"

"I would like to see your leg."

"How much of it? Not all of it?"

"No, Sweetness. Just the lower part, from just above your knee. Would that be all right?"

"Yes, Father. But remember, that's all you can do."

Her right leg emerges from its silken lair. Smooth and long, lightly toasted brown by the sun, delicate feet with red toenails. He turns to trace her calf, up past her knee on the inside and up to the boundary before returning all the way to the arch of her foot. She sighs and giggles and takes deep breaths as his hand sweeps her flesh.

After a short time, he pulls a silk scarf from the dresser. "I would like to decorate your leg, Sweetness."

"Yes? Where?" "I think this would look lovely just above your knee."

She thinks for a moment. "I think so, too. But no farther."

Gently, he ties the flowery banner just above her knee letting the end spread out. "Is that too tight, Sweetness?"

"No."

"There is something more I would like to see."

"What?"

"Your arm. Would you let me expose your arm?"

"I don't know."

"I love your angelic fingers and strong muscles."

"All right. But no farther."

"Of course, Sweetness." He pulls back the cover exposing her arm: her hand is delicate and her fingernails red. Grasping her hand, he strokes her forearm while kissing the back of her hand gallantly. Then, he kisses each finger of her hand, inside and outside, and her holds out her palm for him to bury his face in. His arm ranges upward, stroking above her elbow.

After a while, he has another request. "Sweetness, I would like to decorate your wrist."

"Oh. How?"

"I would like something similar to the decoration on your leg."

"Would it be uncomfortable?"

"No, Sweetness. I would never make you uncomfortable."

"As long as I am comfortable, you may. But no farther."

"Of course, Sweetness." Kissing her hand, he brings it to her knee and gently wraps the other end of the scarf around her wrist. He puts a loose knot to hold it in place and stands up.

She gazes up at him, eyes shining. He moves around to the other side of the bed, scarf in hand. "I would like to decorate your other leg, Sweetness."

"I'm not sure your motives are trustworthy, Father."

"But it would look so nice. I have another beautiful, silk scarf. Does the scarf on your leg and wrist not feel soft."

"It feels very soft, Father."

"It would be nothing more than that."

"All right, Father. I will let you decorate my other leg and wrist similarly. But no farther."

She allows him to expose her left leg and kiss the inside of her knee, lightly exploring the curves with his tongue. She pulls it up closer and he strokes her leg down her calf to the arch of her foot, returning to the limit of her exposure. Gently, he puts the scarf around her leg above her knee. Then he exposes her left arm, kissing the palm of her hand and kissing every finger, taking the index finger into his mouth. She purrs and he brings her hand down where he wraps the other end of the scarf around her wrist. 

Standing up, he walks to the bottom of the four poster bed. He looks at her arrayed before him: her arms and legs wrapped securely in silken scarves, her face looking at him with her blonde hair arrayed beneath her, the satin sheet covering her body. Her body is in perfect symmetry, and he admires the mirror image before him. They gaze into each other's eyes for a while, then he says softly: "I have a confession to make."

"Yes, Father?"

"You let me touch the red satin sheets you lie under."

"Yes, Father."

"You let me expose your legs and arms."

"Yes, Father."

"You let me decorate them with lovely silken scarves."

"Yes, Father."

"Have you done anything wrong in that?"

"No, Father. I have let you do these things freely, knowing they are innocent. I have not let you go any farther than innocence allows."

"Then if I did something you did not permit, you would be blameless?"

"Yes, Father."

"But what if. . ."

"What if?"

"What if I pulled the sheet away?"

" I would not permit that."

"Would you be responsible for anything that happened from then on?"

"No, Father. I am helpless here."

With a flick of his wrist, he tears away the satin sheet. Her body is now exposed, her nipples perking in the change of temperature. He sits between her legs and touches her stomach. Making soft circles, he moves around and around, growing broader and broader. She sighs and moans, and he ascends one of her breasts, circling her nipple. A lifetime of pleasure and his hand trails across her chest and ascends the other, trailing around and around.

Then, he strokes down the length of her torso, from her sternum down to the valley below. The slopes of the valley are smooth and clean, and very soft. He finds her flower, looking up at him, and traces his finger around the petals. "Father, should you be doing this?"

"I don't know. It seems innocent to me."

"I'm not sure it's innocent."

"Do you have any choice?"

"No, Father."

"Then do not worry."

The flower grows moist under his touch, and he probes to find the soft little cavern within. She sighs as the tip of his finger finds it. Sitting closer, right next to her thighs, he takes advantage of his position to thrust deep while he leans over her torso. Her breathing grows heavy, and quickens as he kisses her stomach. His tongue moves upward, slowly, so slowly. It ascends her breast and encircles the nub, standing erect and calling him. He sucks it into his mouth, his tongue moving around and around, his teeth gently touching. She thrashes and shudders, but cannot escape.

After an eternity, his tongue moves across the valley of her sternum and ascends the other peak. It perks up to welcome him, and he treats it the same way as his deft fingers are moving in her cleft below. Her breathing gets heavier and heavier, her writhing more intense. He is relentless and does not let her go. Soon she is close, and his head drops to the cleft of her valley, where his tongue invades where his fingers have been. It is not long now, and she puts her legs over his shoulders, parting her knees. With a shaking of her head, she reaches her paradise of pleasure.

"No more, no more," she cries. He stands up as she releases him, and smiles down on her. "Oh my God! Sweet Jesus!"

He smiles down on her. "Are you ready for your penance?"

"Penance, Father?"

"Penance. You have allowed this to happen."

"But I had no choice."

"Nevertheless, you must do your penance. I will release you, and you will kneel before me."

"Yes, Father."

He unties the scarves, and she kneels on the floor. Going over to the closet, he pulls out a yardstick. "You will have to submit to my penance."

"Yes, Father."

"Unzip my fly."

"Yes, Father." She unzips his fly and his manhood surges outward, dripping in anticipation. 

"If you do not do your penance well, I will have to discipline you."

"Yes, Father. Do what you need to do."

Her mouth and tongue are all over his manhood, licking and sucking, grazing his pubic hair with her nose, taking one sweet oyster into her mouth, then the other, while stroking him with her hand. A sting lands on her buttock, and then another. She licks her way upward, around and around, before inhaling his manhood. 

Lavender cologne penetrated her nostrils, and her hand came up to stroke his scrotum and she sucks. A sting lands on her buttock and she moans; another and another follows turning her white flesh light red. 

Onward and onward she sucks and the flurry of red grows on her bottom. He gasps and moans, his manhood quivering in his mouth before suddenly growing. It is not long before he sends his seed down her throat, burst after burst, overwhelming her hunger, leaking out the corners of her mouth, dripping down on her chest. Spent, he lays on the deep carpeting and she lays down beside him. He notices the egg white on her chest and rubs it into her skin, moving upward to cover her nubs. She strokes his oyster sack, and smiles. The Chant continues flowing through the room, and the lavender flavors the air as time stands still.

"Tomorrow," she says in the midst of the lavender dream, "I will be a nun, guest mistress of the convent, and you will be a wanderer looking for shelter in the night."

"Yes."

"And I will make you very welcome."

"Yes."



Candlelight



There's a faded childhood scar on her jaw. It shows in sharper relief in the flickering candlelight.

She walks to me, letting her cream chemise spill to the carpet. The beauty mark on the inside of her thigh winks at me as she crosses the room.

I had stripped and laid down on our bed earlier, as soon as I saw the lit candles and massage oils on the nightstand. With her arrival, a massage seems an unnecessary preface to my enjoying my beautiful wife's body.

But she's obviously planned out an evening and I'm willing to play it out. It's usually worth a little self-restraint.

She stops by the bed to pose for a moment or so. The ten pounds that she'd gained over the last few stressful months have been burnt off, but - since I'd never admitted to noticing their gain - I couldn't compliment her on their loss. My appreciation for her gorgeous figure shows all over my face though, and I'm rewarded with her brilliant smile as she gestures for me to roll onto my stomach.

My feet kick involuntarily with mild impatience. She pretends not to notice.

I feel the warmed oil on my back and then her patient hands rubbing soothingly. Knots untie across my shoulders. Tension eases from my neck. My shoulder blades unlock. I sigh as the stress seems to dissipate from my body.

She bends across me and kisses the small tattoo of her name in a snowflake on the back of my shoulder, before she moves down to massage and lovingly caress the small of my back and my firm cheeks. Her amorous hands press my thighs apart purposefully. She wipes any residual oil from her hands onto my calves. Then she runs her fingers up the insides of my legs and feels along the length of my slit. I can picture the self-satisfied look on her sensual face as she brings her fingers back wet with the visceral evidence of my desire for her.

I don't begrudge her the confidence or sense of power she gets from my arousal. She's an amazing lover and it's well deserved. I want her. More, I want her to know just how badly I want her.

My back arches and my hips lift toward those fingers that she's so nonchalantly removed, but she was only stopping for a taste and I'll have to wait for more explicitly sexual attention.

Her able hands return to the backs of my thighs. Massaging each in turn. Relaxing the muscles of my legs. My hamstrings, adductors and abductors. She releases the rigidity and ache throughout my legs, untightening my calves and ankles and making me feel better down to my sore heels.

Her thumbs find the pressure points in the soles of my feet, relieving temporarily the soreness attendant to years of uncomfortable - but appropriate - shoes. Her dictatorial hands twist my feet to flip me onto my back.

Her caring hands rub in the warmed oil from my toes to my hips, bypassing my pussy despite my body's physical protest and my unintelligible groans. Too relaxed by her technique and too confident of her eventual intention to bring me to nirvana, I don't object more sensibly.

She kneads my rather flat tummy, so that I feel the strength of her fingers against my core muscles. My eyes closed under her calming touch to concentrate on the exceptional work her fingers were doing. They pop back open when her thumb breaches my innie bellybutton and sends tingles from my quickened pussy to my wriggling toes. I'd been lulled too far for her liking and her smiling eyes are ready to make contact with mine, knowing my sensitivity. Her eyes hold mine, sending another tingle to my pussy that is wholly anticipatory and without any physical cause.

Having regained my full attention, her suave hands gently disabuse me of the stiffness of my upper arms, elbows, and forearms. She presses my wrists, palms, and fingers, calloused from years of less than ideal ergonomic conditions. So unlike her soft, oil-coated fingers.

Her thumbs play across my collarbone and breastbone comfortingly, before her diligent hands move down to first conventionally and then seductively squeeze and fondle my aching breasts. I'm ready to catch her eyes in turn as she swiftly falls to temptation and envelops a nipple in her humid, eager mouth. I grin down at her, smug in my own way over her weakness for my body.

Her tongue laves my captive nipple. I feel it hardening inside her mouth and watch its counterpart harden in sympathetic pleasure. Her eyes stay on mine. They're filled with lust and intent. I know I'm about to feel a jolt, but don't know what will cause it.

People who complain of boredom in their marriage bed must have dull partners. Like a genius composer with a piano, my wife knows every note made by striking any sharp or flat on my body. She arranges notes and chords - in infinite combinations and with masterful timing - to elevate mood, build tension, and drive cresendi.

She climbs onto the bed atop me without freeing my nipple, effectively ending any pretension of the massage. I'm not complaining. Her enchanted hands touching me - in any capacity - shoots my libido to the red zone. Her petting me pushes me further and her lips are now fastened to my suctioned hard nipple in her mouth, forcing all other thoughts from my dizzy head.

The eye contact deepens as her teeth replace her lips. There's a delightful pressure as she brings her jaws together and her tongue flutters over the very tip of my nipple.

The distraction of her mouth at my excited breast keeps me from noticing her right hand. Her left hand supports her balance on my body. But her right hand is nowhere to be seen and I should know her well enough to recognize the import of not seeing.

With no other warning, three of her oil-slicked fingers slide into my drenched pussy and curve up to punch into my spongy, unprepared g-spot.

My hips pop beneath her. I gasp out the breath I'd held because of her teeth on my tit. The concurrent stimuli nearly black me out in their joint intensity. I love being the putty in her wicked hands.

Her laughing eyes glitter in the dancing candlelight and the pressure on my nipple slackens as she smiles around it. Her fingers twist inside me, a tactile euphoria. Her mouth simultaneously crosses my heaving chest to my other breast. She teases over the sensitive skin and erect nipple with light licks, even as her fingers nimbly twist in the even more sensitive space within me.

She kisses a path over my chest, neck, jaw, and chin. Her weight settles onto me fully. She finds my lips. She kisses me and muffles my cries of passion. I just whimper into her mouth as her fingers pump in and out of me, hammered home by her pubic bone. 

My Love raises the gravity. Her music speeds now. Allegro.

Her kiss gains vigor. I'm torn between granting attention to her skilled tongue, the moans being seemingly ripped from my body, and my increasingly urgent need for air. She takes the breath from me, but I try to accommodate all three oral requirements, with the greatest emphasis on tongue dancing with her.

Between the massage oil and my need, her fingers slip with ease so very deep into me. I feel her knuckles pass through my entrance each way with every stroke. My pelvis pushes back, meeting her thrusts with a friction as ancient and effective as flint.

She repositions for better leverage. She's put the weight of her upper body on her left hand. Doing so, she abandons my lips.

I'm so close now. The kissing can't stop. I lock my arms round her neck, pulling her lips down and mine up to reunite with greater forcefulness. My tongue presses into her mouth in retributive invasion, although my pussy and especially my throbbing clit are enjoying her improved angle.

My moans come in streams with breaks only for ragged breaths and changes in tone only with the cycle of her rhythmic pumping of my enflamed pussy. Her sexy grunts of power and effort bring me even higher.

My building orgasm is reaching its flashpoint and my only thoughts are marveling at my luck at having this wonderful woman and deliberating how I'm going to relinquish her lips for the scream I know is coming.

She answers my question for me as she lifts her head from me. She looks deeply into my eyes and sees my everything. I have no protections from her; no walls, no illusions, no half-truths, and no pretenses. I am naked before her in every sense.

And I'm cumming.

I do scream in the ecstasy she brings. My orgasm burns through me, contracting every muscle she relaxed, firing every nerve ending she awakened, and leaving me insensible.

Through my cloudy, post-orgasmic haze, I see her smile in the flickering candlelight.



Candlelight



I'm asleep in my hotel room in Portland.

Just after 11pm the phone rings, sleepily I answer, "Hello?"

I hear your voice, "Randy?" 

"Yes?" I reply.

"I need to talk to you," you say.

"OK, is something wrong?"

"No, could you please come over?"

"Tonight??" I ask.

"Yes, please"

"OK, I'll be there in 20 minutes."

As I leave the hotel parking lot, I roll the windows down, letting the warm Summer air rush in and wake me up. I'm wondering in my mind why you would call me so late at night and insist I come over. Being the friend I am, I don't mind, I'm just concerned, hoping you're alright.

I drive through your development and pull up in the parking area and walk quietly to your front door. I can see a warm glow through the windows. I quietly knock on the door and it opens slightly, as it was not latched. I push the door open there are votive candles, probably 100 of them in the downstairs areas. As my eyes adjust to the light I realize you're not in the room.

I step inside and close the door quietly behind me. Unsure, I call out to you, Linda? In a low voice you answer, "Yes" then you say, "Please come to me." I look up the stairs and there are candles every other step giving a low flickering light. It's then that I notice the tray, a silver tray with a chilled bottle of French wine in a silver ice bucket, a pair of crystal wine glasses and a corkscrew. I pick the tray up and I realize there is a trail of rose petals leading up the stairs. Hmmm, "isn't this interesting" I think to myself, smiling.

I proceed up the stairs and I hear your voice again, "Please, don't make me wait" I reach the top landing and I can see the Candlelight emanating from your room. I carry the tray through the door and gasp slightly as I lay eyes on you for the first time since arriving. You are laid out on your bed, propped up on a mountain of pillows. Your flaming red hair is splayed out over the pillows; large candles on stands are around your bed and in the corner of your room stands a knight's armor. In the knight's hands is a huge broad axe. "This is my protector," you say. But tonight, I need a real knight. Your deep green eyes are sparkling in the candlelight, the embers of passion beginning to glow in them.

I set the tray down on a small table and uncork the bottle, I pour each of us a glass of wine and hand you yours. "To us" you say as we toast our friendship. We both sip of our wine, I sit on the side of the bed, and you set your glass down on the night table. I place mine next to it. I look at you, taking in a woman whom I've adored for a long time. You are dressed in an antique nightgown. It's off white with a handmade lace bodice. The gown is tied all the way down the front by a gold cord. Your ample bosom is very prominent, rising and falling with each breath.

You pull me to you. "I have waited so long for this moment" you say, "I did my best to resist you, but the attraction was too great. Tonight, you belong to me." you pull me close and with trembling lips we exchange our first kiss, tentative at first, then more urgent as the passion builds. You have your fingers in my thick hair, you pull me close again and soon I am stretched out beside you, locked in embrace. "I'm glad you came to me, Sir Randy. My desire for you has grown for months."

As we are lost in embrace, our hands begin to explore, and roam over each other's bodies. I am gently kissing your neck. You are moaning softly as you reach up and untie the cording that is binding your bodice together. You pull open the bodice and expose your magnificent bosom. I gasp as I take in their beauty. You smile wickedly as you pull my face into your full cleavage, my mouth finds one of your rose tipped breasts and you moan with pleasure as I suckle and gently nibble on a hardening nipple.

You begin to unbutton my shirt and pull it out of my pants, and soon I am down to my brief underwear. I move my attention to your other breast and you lay back and sigh softly. "I do love the way you make me feel, Sir Randy, I knew the first time that you hugged me that it would come to this." I look up at you as my lips and tongue make love to your engorged nipple, you are smirking at me and you place your hands on my shoulders and gently begin pushing me downwards. I sense what you're doing and what you desire. I leave a little trail of tiny kisses from your bosom down across your abdomen. Your pushing becomes more insistent, but I am taking my sweet time, savoring every kiss I plant on your firm body.

As my lips brush your neatly trimmed red triangle, you shiver and you part your legs and try to draw my face in. I have other ideas as I begin to leave a trail of tiny kisses down the inside of your left leg passing the spot that you so much want me to pay attention to. You are writhing and moaning as I kiss your foot and plant kisses on each of your toes, the toenails painted a passionate red. I switch to your other foot and give it the same attention as the first, slowly making my way up the inside of your right leg.

You are becoming impatient and attempting to pull me upwards. I am inching closer with my lips to the liquid core of your desire. My lips graze over your red patch and you firmly press my face downward. This time I allow you to guide me to the place that is in such a state of need. I part the velvety folds of your dusky pink blossom with my tongue and you moan loudly and your body stiffens slightly as I come upon your very prominent pearl of pleasure. You cry out in a ragged breath as my lips encircle your crown jewel. My tongue is rapidly flicking it as my lips suck it deeper into my mouth. Your body is beginning to undulate. 

You have your fingers in my hair, pulling me ever tighter into you. You begin to moan loudly as the speed of my probing increases your hips begin to thrash uncontrollably. I find I have to hold you firmly to keep you from throwing me from the bed in your wanton state of passion. I push one, and then two digits into your steamy womanhood. You arch your back and cry out in pleasure as wave after wave of intense sensations wash over you. You finally fall back, onto your mountain of pillows. Your breath is coming in gasps. "That was beyond my wildest dreams Sir Randy." 

You lie back with your eyes closed, your heart racing and your breathing deep, causing your glorious bust to rise and fall. The rosy red tips still in a high state of arousal.

As I stand and stretch and try to limber up. You are taking me in and smiling at the things you're seeing and the effects you've had on me. I leave you momentarily to wash, but soon return. You are lying back, with a warm glow about you and the candles flickering in your sparkling green eyes. "Come to me Sir Randy" you, command, having regained control from the temporary insanity of your climax. I climb onto the bed and kiss all over your face you giggle as my moustache tickles your skin. 

You reach down between my legs and take hold of my turgid manhood. "MMMM, I have wanted this for oh so long" you sigh. You pull me upwards and I start to mount you, you chuckle and say "no, no, no, no, this is Lady Linda's choice" You push me down onto my back and swing a leg over me straddling my chest and pinning me to the bed. While I was washing, you removed your nightgown and your lean body is magnificent to behold in the warm glow of the Candlelight.

You are strong and confident as you have me pinned to the bed. You smile down upon me and say "Now Linda gets to have HER way with YOU" your knees have my arms pinned down and you are running your fingers through my hair and pressing your firm breasts against my face teasing me. You begin to slide down my body and release my arms. You say, "I know what I'd like to do" and you turn around so you're facing my feet. You order me to lay still and with your teeth you grasp the waistband of my underwear and you tug them down exposing my swollen member. 

"Oh my", you comment, "look what we have here" you bend down and place a little kiss right under the head, I gasp in pleasure and you giggle. "Mmmm now isn't this fun" you say, "You know, you did so well earlier that I'm going to allow you to do that again." With that you once again have my mouth on your pearl of pleasure, but this time I am pinned by your strong legs. While I am doing as you as you asked, you lean forward and in one swift motion you take the entire length of me into your mouth. I jump in response, you pull back and say "hey, pay attention to the task at hand, or mouth, for that matter, he he." 

You lean forward again and your talented mouth and tongue work it's magic again and again, you take me to the brink of spilling my seed and then you slow down. I am moaning and you are enjoying the vibration. You stiffen and begin to shudder as my tongue takes you over the top again. "Whew", you comment "you have such a talented tongue I just might keep you here as my love slave."

You turn around and lean forward, kissing me deeply. You begin to slowly slide down to my manhood and you slither over me and press down hard with your dampness. "So, Sir Randy, this is what I've been wanting for months and months, I tried to resist, but resistance was futile"

You reach between us and rub the head of me up and down the warm, wet folds of your womanhood. Slowly it finds its way into the tight channel. You press down and slowly but surely I watch myself being swallowed up by you. Once you have me entirely inside of you, you begin to rock your hips, grinding your swollen pearl into me. You moan in ecstasy as you begin to pick up speed and rhythm.

You reach down and take my hands and place them tightly on your breasts, the rock hard nipples pressing firmly into my palms. You place your hands over mine and hold them there. Your hips are picking up speed and urgency and soon, with beads of perspiration on our bodies, we cry out in unison as we climax simultaneously. You collapse on me and kiss me deeply, thanking me for coming over at so late an hour. We lay quiet for a long time, holding each other. 

Finally, as our breathing and heartbeats come back to normal, you slide out of bed and make your way downstairs. You blow out each of the candles downstairs and then up the stairway. You reenter our love parlor and quietly extinguish the candles around the bed until the faint glow of the streetlamp shines through the window. You curl up with your face on my chest and we gradually fall into the deepest, most satisfying sleep either of us has had in ages.

The End



Candlelight and Blood



You are in my bedroom, bathed in candle light, lying on my antique bed. Your arms are above your head and tied at your wrists to the rod iron bed frame with black silk rope. You have nothing on, only a black silk sheet at your hips. I stand at the end of the bed with black silk bathrobe. My hair is curled and cascading down my tattooed back. I am wearing dark eye shadow and dark red lipstick. I untied the bathrobe and let it fall off my body. I am nude except for the black lacy garter on my left thigh along with my black knee high heeled boots. 

I jump up on the bed on my knees and began to crawl up your body. Arriving at your strong chest, I rest my bare body on your pectoralis muscles with one leg resting on your shoulders. Looking down at you, I smile and tilt my head to the left. This is my silent way of asking you "would you like to eat me out?" You smile back at me, the tips of your fangs poking from your lips. Nodding your head, you rise your chest up as to make me slide onto your mouth. I position myself above your face, putting all of my weight on my knees. With my hands grasping on the iron rods of the headboard, I lower my body to your face. The moment that my pussy is in reach, you began to lick the lips and my clit with your tongue. I hold myself rigid above you as your tongue runs across my clit slowly. I purr at the attention that you are giving me, but you want to hear my screams. With a growl, you began to circle your tongue around my clit in a fury. You grasp my clit within your lips and start to pull and growl at it. 

I moan in volumes while rocking my body against your mouth. You move your mouth to opening of my pussy. Twisting your tongue, you enter the inside of my body and continue your attack. Your tongue moves in and out of my pussy with astonishing speed. You do not slow down for anything, not even when my yelps echo off the walls of the bedroom. Unable to hold back any longer, I throw my head down and scream your birth name as I orgasm all over your face. My body shakes uncontrollability for a few seconds, and then I am able to move from your face. The candle light shines off from my juices across your cheeks and chin. I lap up my juices from your face; I smile when I get the last bit that rolled down your chin. I kiss you hard on the lips. You open your mouth to accept my tongue and the rest of my juices. Our tongues play with each other, twisting and turning; our fangs scraping against them to taste the other's blood and essence. I release my lips from yours, our mixed blood trails with my mouth. 

I slide down your body to your hips, smiling. I grip the sheet with my teeth and draw it away from your body. I run my tongue up and down your thighs and across your stomach. My nails are, long and painted black, gently scratching your balls. I licked up your chest and your neck; nipped your chin with my teeth. My hand is still on your balls, massaging them as I kiss your lips. I push my tongue into your mouth and play with your tongue. I end the kiss. Smiling wickedly as I move back down your body. You are hard, so it is easy for me to pop your cock into my mouth. I roll the head of your cock between my lips and tongue. I take the head out of my mouth and lick the underside your cock with a zip zap pattern to the base slowly and back up your cock just as slow. I twist my tongue around and around your cock, getting it as far as I can in my mouth. I relax my tongue and gently suck your cock farther into my mouth. When I get it as far as I can, I began to hum "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" I perform this act on your cock for a few minutes before I start sucking your cock fully and bobbing my head up and down the length of it. I take your now really hard cock out of my mouth. 

At this point, my juices are dripping from my pussy and desperately want your cock to slide in and out of my pussy. I crawl up your body and position myself above your standing member. I hold your cock as I lower myself down, guiding your cock to the entrance of my pussy. Slowly, I push my body onto you. It takes me a while to envelope your cock in my pussy, it is a tight fit. It is bigger than I remember. When I am sitting totally on top of you, I throw my head and adjust to your size. As I wiggle my ass a little, I orgasm all over your cock. 

Weaken from the two orgasms, I reach up and untie your wrists from the frame. The first thing you do as a freed man is grab my shoulders and pulling me to you. We kiss hard, our tongues twisting and turning. As we kiss, I rock myself back and forth on your cock. You groan in pleasure, but you want to be in control for awhile. You lift me off of you and toss me onto my back. You place my legs on your shoulders and you enter me. You start slow, almost withdrawing your cock from my pussy and thrusting back into my body. My legs slide from your shoulders and I wrap them around your waist. You continue riding me, becoming harder and faster with every thrust. You lean down to kiss me and I wrap my arms around your neck. While you kiss me, you sit up, taking me with you. Now we are sitting up, your cock bury deep inside me. The shock of your cock so deep inside, I began to scratch your back as hard as I can; adding to the scars to our love making, years ago. Tossing my head back as my third orgasm rips through my body. I scream out your name again while I tighten my arms around you. Body heat leaves through my skin; I become so cold. You notice the temperate change within my body. You wrap me up tighter in your arms, running your hands up and down my spine to warm me up. 

After a few minutes to regain body heat, you lift me off of you again and ask me to get on my hands and knees. Ohhhhh, I jump into the position. I wiggle my ass, waiting for you to slide your cock into my pussy. You don't slide it in; you thrust your cock hard into my pussy, almost throwing me down onto the bed. Recovering from the shock, I turn my head and hiss at you. You growl back as your bite into my right shoulder with your canonical fangs. You draw blood. I began to purr as you start sucking on the wound you made, not allowing a drop to be wasted. You thrust harder as you drink my blood. I love it by the way. I am growling and moaning louder and throwing myself back against you. 

You start thrusting faster, announcing that you are about to cum. I pulled myself from you and began to jack you off. You sit back on your knees while I replace my lips around your cock and suck hard. Your cum hits the back of my mouth and slides down my throat. I continue to pleasure you as your balls empty more into my mouth. I am able to swallow most of it, a little bit trickles down my chin. 

You fall into the lying position, breathing hard. I catch your cum on my chin and lick it from my fingers. I jump off the bed and walk to the bathroom. I drank some water to wash it all down and brush my teeth. I return to the bedroom to find you, still nude, replacing the comforter and turning down the bed. I smile as my fangs sink back into my gums. I disappear and reappearing at your side, jumping up on your hips. I wrap my arms around your neck and kiss you deeply. You sit me on the edge of the bed. You unzip my boots to free my legs from them. You place my boots where the rest of our clothes ended up at. Pulling the garter off my left leg, you hang it on the frame of our marriage certificate. You gather me into your arms and crawl into the bed. We settle down to sleep for the rest of the night; my head nestled on your chest. The candles go out, one by one. 



Candlelight and Bubblebaths



As Lynn lit the last of the candles around the room, she couldn't help but smile in anticipation of Ray's arrival. They had been sending text messages on their cell phones all day, teasing each to see who could get the other the hottest first. For some reason, Lynn thought she'd won that battle. 

She had planned this night for several days now and she couldn't wait to see how he would respond to her efforts. After she had the candles lit, she slowly undressed, taking her time. She took her tangerine scented lotion from her over night bag and slowly caressed it into her skin, starting with her feet and working her way up her legs, closing her eyes and imagining how good his hands would feel on her body. As she reached her inner thighs she could feel herself getting wetter. "MMMMM" she thought, damn, she wished he'd hurry up!! 

She set the lotion aside to text him a warning that she was gonna start without him. She laughed out loud when he responded with a resounding, "NO".

She continued lotioning her stomach and breasts, moaning as she did so. She caressed her shoulders and neck wishing he were there now.

She slid on a cute night gown that she had purchased a while back but had found no one to appreciate her in it. She hoped he would. She wore no panties. Finally, he called to say he was on his way. She got up and started to run his bath water. She smiled as she watched the bubbles rise in the water, hoping he'd like what she had planned. 

When she heard his knock on the door, her heart skipped a few beats and she almost squealed, lol. She opened the door and let him in. He told her how nice it looked in the room with the candles lit. He took her in his arms and kissed her deeply. They both moaned in long awaited pleasure. He told her how good she smelled and his hands felt so damn good on her body.

She helped him get out of his clothes in between kisses and touches. Then she took him by his long, thick, stiff dick and lead him into the bathroom where the tub was full of hot bubbles and the candles lit up the room. He said how nice it looked and that he couldn't believe how special it was.

She admired his young, hard body as he slowly sank into the hot water. When he got comfortable, she sank to her knees beside the tub. He leaned over and gave her a deep kiss that made her tremble inside. Lynn slipped on some bathing gloves and poured bath gel onto his beautiful chest and stomach. She slowly began to rub the gel around his sexy body loving the way he looked as he laid there all soapy and wet. 

Lynn began to soap up his legs as he told her how good it felt. He kept telling her how good it felt. He said, "You have no idea how good this shit feels.". That just encouraged her to continue. She soaped his long strong legs and then his feet and back up to his inner thighs. Then she gently took his balls into the bath glove and asked him if it felt good, he could only shake his head and moan. She reached below his balls and stroked his fine ass then gently began to stroke his asshole with her soapy gloved finger. He leaned his head back against the wall and groaned aloud. He leaned forward and kissed her again. 

She continued to fondle him as she began to stroke his hard dick. She played with him for a while, but since she didnt want him to cum just yet, she continued with other parts of his body. She washed his broad back and shoulders and then his chest and arms as they kissed some more. Her nightgown had slipped down revealing her breasts and the hardness of her nipples showed how excited she was. She could also feel the dampness between her legs and could not wait to feel him inside her.

Finally, she asked him to stand up and she dried him off with a towel, saving his dick for last. She dried that off with her warm mouth as he hung onto the shower rod and moaned in pleasure. She took his dick in her hand and led him to the bed. 

She told him to lie face down on the bed as she went to get a cup of ice from the bucket. She climbed on the bed and straddled his beautiful ass. She loved the way her wet pussy felt on against his bottom. He told her how good it felt as well. She leaned forward and placed an ice cube on the base of his neck. And then put her hot warm mouth on the spot where the ice touched. He just moaned with pleasure as she continued in that manner down his spine. 

When she took the ice and placed it on his ample ass cheek he moved in surprise. She followed it with her mouth, gently biting him there. Then, she let the ice slide in between his cheeks and followed it with her tongue. He really moaned as her tongue began to swirl in his virgin place,

She reached down and fondled his balls as she continued to drive him crazy with her mouth. His dick felt like it was about to explode it was so hard. Her pussy was almost dripping in her excitement. She loved pleasing him.

She kissed down his legs for a while and then asked him to flip over. She began to devour his stiff dick. Loving the feel of it under her tongue and loving the way he moaned with pleasure. She moved her tongue onver his huge dick trying her best to drive him crazy.

When neither of them could stand it any longer, she moved on top of him. Taking a condom from the nightstand, She kissed him deeply as he slipped it on. Then she climbed on top of him and slid down on him, taking all of him inside her.

She moaned in pleasure as she began to move up and down on him quickly finding their rhythm. He thrust up deep inside her. Filling her even more with his erect dick. They moved faster and faster as he began to suck on her breasts sending her into ecstasy. She thought she had died and gone to heaven as his thrust came faster inside her until he moaned loudly with the pleasure of orgasm. They kissed each other deeply and lovingly. Ray gently stroked her arms and back and held her close to him, telling her how good everything had felt. 

After resting a little bit, he took her into his arms and kissed her deeply telling her how much he was enjoying the night. He began to touch her and kiss her all over her body. When he began to suck on her erect nipples, she thought shed pass out with pleasure. God! He was good at that! He kissed lower, down her stomach and even lower to her soaking wet pussy. He spread the lips of her pussy and slipped his tongue inside and over her clit. She reached down and grabbed his bald head and cried out in pleasure. He drove her crazy doing that. She finally couldnt take it anymore and pulled him up to her so she could taste her juices on his mouth. She loved his delicious lips, and she loved the way she tasted on them. She begged him to put that big black dick inside her. As he slid inside her, they both moaned in pleasure. He kept telling her how good that wet pussy was and she loved the way his strong, young body looked moving over her. The way his chest flexed and his stomach muscles moved as he stroked deep inside her. She tried to touch him everywhere at once, raking her nails over his chest, stomach and arms, anywhere she could reach. He leaned down and pulled her to him as he continued to thrust inside her. They kissed deeply and then he began to suck on her breasts making her cry out his name in pleasure as she tried to kiss anywhere on him she could get to. 

It was hot and passionate and he kept thrusting inside her until he cried out in pleasure and he came hard. He fell on top of her kissing her belly and breasts and holding her close.

They spent the rest of the night holding each other and making love in different positions . They talked for what seemed like hours, continuing to put a greater seal on their new found friendship. He made her feel so comfortable with her body and gave her confidence to continue to try and please him. She could feel herself falling in love with his gentle nature and sense of humor. She knew they had discovered something special and wanted it to last for as long as possible. She wanted time to stop and she could easily hold him next to her forever. She wanted him to love her and she had so much more love to shower on him. As they decided to take it one day at a time, she vowed to herself that she would try every one of those days to make him know how very special a man he was and to give him only happy memories to take with him into his future if he chose not to have her in it.



Candlelight and Fire



It's evening; the sun is down. The bedroom is lit with candles, giving a flickering golden light. You're wearing burgundy velvet, with white hose. As I walk toward the bedroom you're standing in the silhouetted in the doorway. The golden candlelight makes your hair glow. I can faintly smell you -- your perfume and your own smell- as I approach. 

I stop in front of you; you reach out to embrace and kiss me, but I hold out a hand, saying "No. Not yet-" and place your arms back at your sides. With both hands I frame your face, running my fingers through your hair, caressing your scalp. Then down to your face; gentle massage, a gentle kiss on each eyelid, your nose, warm breath on your neck, then on to enjoy your full, responsive lips. I pull you into me, deepening the kiss - both hands on your ass, pulling you into me. You feel my hard cock, spread your feet and start to grind against my crotch; gently at first then with more urgency. You start to raise your arms, but again I stop you and place them back by your sides. 

I kiss my way down to your neck, nuzzling and licking you where your neck meets your shoulder. My hands reluctantly leave your warm, beautiful ass and move up your body to your tits. I cup them, then stroke, and then pinch them a little through the thick dress. Your nipples harden against my insistent fingers. You groan with the heat of the moment. I want to suck on them - but later. Holding you stationary, I drop to my knees in front of you, and start to caress your ankles, your calves, thighs, and to raise your dress for a look at what's ahead. 

As you were directed, you are wearing nothing under your dress except a pair of light blue silk and lace panties. Your thigh high white stockings end inches short of your pussy. Your beautiful, pouting, sopping pussy. I can smell your hot wet cunt better now, and it makes me feel drunk and hungry for it. I fumble in my pocket for a second, then you gasp as you feel the sharp little point dragging up your knee and then up the inside of your thigh. Not hard enough to cut the hose, but enough to feel. 

In the meantime, I'm licking your cunt through your panties, nose pressed hard into your covered pubic hair. With one hand I spread your feet, then cup your pussy with my hand. Your ass tightens and presses toward me, and your hands press my head into your gash.

Enough. 

While I continue to suck on the soaking panties covering your soaking cunt, the little knife traces a line up your side to the waistband – you feel a little tug, and then the cold, sharp steel of the blade slides back down the side, cutting away the offending blue silk. Then over to the other side, and now the front panel falls, and I sweep away the remains of the wet, ruined panties. I spread your legs further, and spread your cunt lips with one hand while the other thumb traces the crack of your ass, then invades the crack, and finds the target there. I'm holding your pussy open now, and two fingers are playing with your cunt lips and pushing into your sopping pussy while I nibble and suck on your clit. 

My thumb finds your asshole and presses slowly inward. Your hands start to rise toward my head – make as if to grasp my ears and pull my face deeper into you -- but then with an agonized moan, you slowly drop them aback to your sides. You groan again, and lean forward a little to ease the way. I feel you relax and move a little as I penetrate you front and back. Rhythmically you rock to the tempo of my fingers in your cunt, thumb in your ass, and my mouth and tongue teasing your clit mercilessly. After several minutes of this I feel you tense and gasp, then and shake fast and hard for a few seconds. I bury my fingers all the way in your cunt, and they rub my thumb, deep in your ass. I feel your pussy and ass muscles clamping, squeezing my fingers rhythmically. Your breath is fast and shallow, and you moan and gasp as your hands move up again and grab my head, forcing my mouth harder onto your clit and pussy. I welcome the new warm wetness that you give to my mouth as you come. 

You are mine. Totally. 

I stand, leaving three fingers deep in you. Both hands leave you now, long enough to find your waist and lift you effortlessly for a kiss, our tongues dueling and playing in each others' mouths. You wrap your legs around me and we walk into the bedroom. Finally, near the bed, I put you down, unzip the velvet dress, and slide it from your shoulders and onto the floor. Finally freed, you pull off my T-shirt and undo my belt and zipper, and my trousers fall to the floor. Your hands move to my crotch, one sliding on my hard cock, and the other cupping and scratching my balls. On your knees now, you lick the head and shaft of my cock, smile up at me and slowly take my dick in your mouth. Your hand is busy on my balls, and one hand finds my ass and pulls me to you. Your finger strokes my asshole, then slides slowly, deeply, into my anus while you take me all the way into your mouth. I run my hands through your hair, thrusting toward you, pushing my cock deeper into your mouth, then letting you slide it out. Every nerve in my body is alive as you suck me, roll my balls in one hand, and stroke my ass with the other. Just that fast you have me on the edge, in sensory overload – but this is a little too fast.... 

Not wanting to come in your mouth - yet - I pull you to your feet, then pull you with me as I fall onto the bed. The satin sheets are cool at first, but then supremely smooth and sexy under us. We roll across the bed together, legs entwining, tongues lashing and licking, and hands grasping. Your ass feels wonderful in my hands as you lie on your back and spread your legs wide for me. I lean over and suck your tits and bite your nipples one after the other as you hold your breasts out to me. Your gasps and your movements show me how much you like the pleasure - pain as I bite and twist your hard little nipples.

On my knees between your legs now, I look around the golden candle-lit room for the first time, and see velvet ropes, a couple of dildos, and a tube of lubricant, all beside the flowers and the glasses of wine and plates of cheese. Smiling down at you, and I marvel at the time you must have spent setting all this up. You smile back, and you seem to say "We haven't even gotten started yet..."

I slide my hands down your thighs and lift your legs high, placing your knees on my shoulders. Now you're opened wide to me- Your juices have run from your red, swollen pussy lips down to your dark little rosebud. I savor the sight of you, open and smiling and ready for me. I move forward, and slide my cock between your slick lips... over your clit... down all the way to your anus, and back up. Again and again, sliding, playing, teasing... and then finally I enter you – hard, deep and fast – and hold, buried in you. I grind myself into you, and you move and twist against me, wanting more. 

Holding onto your thighs, I begin to stroke in and out of you. I love the sight of you, eyes open, smiling... your hot, sexy smell, the wet sloppy sounds of our fucking. The rhythm is good... faster and slower... shallow awhile then deeper – we're both lost in the feeling... 

But it's still not time for the end... I reach over and get the lube, and select one of the dildos placed so conveniently - I pull partly out of you, and rub the head of the rubber cock over your hard little clit. Then I pull completely out of you, and open the tube of lube. I squeeze some of the clear gel onto my fingers and rub it over your crinkled ass, and enjoy feeling my finger slide easily into you. I push more lube into you , now with two fingers... My other hand is busy rubbing the dildo on your clit, making tight, fast little circles on it...

I'm loving feeling your legs quiver on my shoulders as your little rosebud clenches on my fingers. I remove my fingers from your now-slick, loose ass, and slip the head of my hard, slick cock down your taint, and rub it over your slippery-wet, crinkled anus. You hunch your hips up to give me a better angle, and nod just a little, telling me you want me in your ass as much as I want to be there. I push forward, feeling the resistance, then the yielding as you open for me and my head slips into you. I hold there for you, knowing that you'll be used to it, be eager for more very soon. I keep working the dildo against your clit, up and down between your lips, dipping inside you just a little. 

I can feel your sphincter opening to me a little, softening – and I push in a bit deeper, then withdraw a bit. In a little more... then back out... working my way in deeper. Finally it's too much for me, and I hold your legs tight with both hands, and run my cock all the way into you. I can feel my balls hit your ass cheeks – I love to be in your tight, hot ass- the feeling is always new, always enough to rock my world. I hold deep in your ass for a minute, while I pick up your toy and begin again to rub your clit with it. 

I slide out of you a bit, in order to give me room to fill your pussy with the dildo. As I start to push it in, you stop moving and hold very still – focusing on the incredibly tight feeling of having both your pussy and ass filled at the same time. My cock can feel the intruder in your pussy -- both the direct pressure of its shaft on it, but also the incredible feeling as the double penetration stretches you tight, and your rectum grasps my cock even tighter than before. As your pussy becomes filled with the toy, I press forward again, filling your ass again and imprisoning the toy in your grasping pussy once more. 

We start the motion again, out and in slowly, then faster as you relax into it even more. I lean forward, pressing your thighs almost to your chest, trapping your breasts – you love me in your pussy this way – you call it 'making you a pretzel' and there are times when it's all you want... but this is the first time we've ass-fucked like this, and the first time we've ever filled both your ass and pussy at the same time. 

As we continue our lovemaking we start to sweat, and we both enjoy the sweaty slickness as our bodies slide against each other. The sweat drips off my nose onto your face – you laugh a bit as I lean forward and kiss it off your forehead. Your eyelids, your cheeks. I'm in you deeper in this position than ever before, and the feeling is beyond words. Whenever I pull back your slick, stretched, gooey little pussy pushes the dildo partway out, and each stroke back into your ass fills your pussy too. You can still move a little, and you rise as far as you can to meet every stroke of my cock; I've felt you clench on me twice – little orgasms? Yes, I think so. 

I'm at arms' length over you now, and your tits look too good to neglect anymore. My free hand cups your breast, feeling the full firmness of it, and seeing the hard little pea-sized nipple. As I continue to stroke into you, my hand caresses its way up the globe of your breast to the nipple, and then squeezes the little nipple – gently at first, then as you moan and tell me how good it is, twisting and pulling it as I pull harder. As I continue to piston into your holes while I pull and twist your nipple, I feel you tense up – your entire body goes rigid and your ass clamps on my cock so tight it feels like it's caught in vise. I can feel your pussy and ass clenching, relaxing, clenching as you cum as hard as I've ever felt. Feeling and seeing your pleasure takes me over the edge, and I clamp on your tit as my load of cum spurts into your greedy ass. I feel like the top of my head's coming off, and in the depths of the best feeling in the world, we both lose track of time... 

Finally we come down a bit, and I straighten up enough to let you unwind and straighten out your legs. We roll onto our sides, still joined cock to ass ... and smile at each other... and after a few minutes of nuzzling and talking we both drift off to sleep for a bit. 

... 

The candles are burning lower now, throwing flickering light as I open my eyes and wake up a little. We're lying like spoons. Your bare skin feels wonderful against me. - My arms are around you, my hands are kneading your tits, and your nipples begin to harden. My nose nuzzles your hair. You're very still -- your chest rises and falls gently. 

My cock, half-hard, is in just the right place -- rubbing the crack of your ass. I begin to move my hips as I kiss your neck. One hand goes down to your navel, your hip, and into your pubes. Your cunt and legs are still damp, and a little sticky. I play in your hair, then bring my hand to my nose --- mmmm, very nice, Funky and exciting -- I taste my fingers, covered with our juices. My cock is getting harder now, and continues to glide back and forth. No penetrating, but just cruising up and down. I shift a little lower in the bed. I kiss the back of your neck, and find your clit with my fingers. My cock, slick with new pre-cum, likes the new angle, and begins to poke between your legs. You moan a little, and roll over toward your stomach just enough to spread your legs. I roll with you, and I can now run my cock the length of your cunt from your clit past your lips all the way across your asshole. With each thrust your cunt lips open a little wider, releasing more juices and making my cock slicker and stickier. I squeeze your nipple harder while I twirl your clit, fast and light, the way you like so much. Your ass is pushing back toward me to meet each of my thrusts- my cock still isn't in you -- just cruising back and forth, slipping along from your clit to your asshole, and back to your clit. I stop for a second, pressed up against you, and use my fingers to press the tip of my cock against your clit and hold it there. You groan a little, and slowly reach down and push my hand away from your crotch - and take over yourself. You hold my cock for a little, then concentrate on your clit while I go back to stroking your crack. As you finger yourself, you look back over your shoulder and give me a sleepy, sexy smile, and say, "You certainly are a great alarm clock," and kiss me deeply. You are beautiful in the candlelight. 

Your movements get faster and more insistent. I change the angle just a little, and on the next stroke you push yourself back -- your cunt engulfs my cock. You push back harder, taking it all. Your asscheeks feel warm and sexy against my crotch. We pull away, separating until your cunt has just the head of my cock inside it, and then we push back again, going deep. I bend you forward at the waist in order to get deeper into your squishy little cunt. You keep stroking your clit, and are pushing nearly to your knees with each stroke. Then once we separate a little too far, and I slip completely out of you-- then push toward you immediately = and push my slick hard cock halfway into your ass. I stop for a second, but you roll back onto your side and push back hard, taking all of me into your ass again. You bend further at the waist, making more friction for both of us, and we both begin the rhythm again. 

I lift your leg, grab one of the toys, and ram it into your pussy. You're being double-fucked for the second time tonight, and you gasp with the fullness of it. As the toy enters you, your ass feels tighter. Through your thin membrane I feel the plastic cock against my cock, and it's hot and tight and wonderful in your ass-- fucking you -- being with you like this. 

After a few minutes of double stroking like this we're both getting very close, getting tenser, pushing harder, moaning louder -- and at the deepest part of a stroke into you I twist the knob on the base of the toy, turning on the vibrator. The new buzzing feeling pushes you over the edge, and you clamp down tight on me as you cum, and that causes me to cum too, spurting again and again deep and hard into your ass. We cling to each other while we ride the waves overtaking us. Finally we relax a little, and share a deep kiss. We touch each other all over, and slowly, together, we drift off to sleep again, still like spoons, with my cock in your ass and the now-quiet vibrator still in your cunt. 

As we drift off I think about how nice it will be to have that wonderful juicy cunt pressed, hot and wet, against my face... 

....

It's been a long hot night... not because of the weather, but because of our playing... and we finally drifted off to sleep.

I'm lying on my side, and you're behind me - we fell asleep like spoons, but must have moved in our sleep. 

But now, I become aware of a little bit of motion, small sounds... and light slow touches... on my neck, on my back... and on my legs. Warm breath on my neck... light touch of fingertips tracing my shoulders and arms. Drifting on over to my back, and finally on to my ass and legs. 

I'm lying very still -- I want to see where this goes. This is new, and VERY exciting so far. I open my eyes just enough to see that a couple of candles are still burning, giving a dim, warm yellow light to the room. Your hands are still roaming, concentrating on my lower back and ass now... and sometimes snaking between my partly opened legs. Your tongue is tracing feather-light designs on my neck, and your warm breath on my skin adds a delicious extra dimension to the pleasure. 

I moan as if still asleep and roll a little more onto my stomach, and open my legs a bit, to give you better access to my cock and balls. Your mouth, more insistent now, leaves a trail of kisses as you work your way down my back. Your hands stay busy between my legs now, lightly caressing my inner thighs and balls, and reaching gently under me to cradle and squeeze my lengthening cock. 

I'm getting very hard now, and I'm having a hard time playing opossum while you fondle me. You're getting more focused on my cock now, stroking it slowly and firmly -- and you are kissing and tonguing my ass cheeks, and giving me tiny little bites there. One hand is between my cheeks, stroking the shaft of my cock near my asshole, and occasionally running over my puckered anus. 

As your hand strokes the head of my cock, I can feel it become slick as you spread the leaking pre-cum around on it. It makes your hand slick on me, and makes the stroking smoother - and it feels MUCH nicer. 

I hold still for another few minutes while you continue to play and stroke - I can smell your arousal now, and that adds to the excitement. 

Finally I stir, and turn over onto my back. You smile, and run your hands up my chest as you lift your leg and straddle me. I reach up and cup your beautiful breasts and rub the nipples the way you like it so much. Then you slide back down my body, trailing your tongue down me chest to my cock -then you kiss all along the shaft while you hold my balls in your hands. You take it in your mouth for just a second, but the power is too strong for either of us. 

With a moan you slide back up my body, and raise your swollen pussy over my hard cock. You lower yourself so you're sitting on its length, then move slowly forward and backward on it. Your lips start to part, and I feel your juices wet and warm on me as you continue the slide. 

My hands are back at your breasts now, squeezing them firmly. We're both moaning as you lean forward and our mouths meet for the first time in too long. My arms go around you and pull you to me. 

You raise your hips, and I feel your hand grasp my cock and point it upward. While our lips are still locked together, tongues playing, I feel your lips part as you settle onto me. It's wonderful, feeling your tight pussy as I slide deep into you, and feel the warm pressure of your walls all around my cock. You begin to ride me now, hard and deep and fast - the tension is too much to deny. My hands find your ass, and massage your ass cheeks as you ride up and down me, bringing us both to the brink. 

I bend my head forward now, and take one of your nipples into my mouth as you continue to fuck me fast and hard. I suck you hard while you go harder and harder onto me, and I'm getting closer to cumming every second... I can feel your pussy throbbing on me as you continue to thrust yourself down on to me again and again. You're moaning and making beautiful, wordless sounds as you begin your climax. 




Candlelight and Fire



Finally, I stiffen and thrust up into you, while my hands clamp onto your ass and pull you down onto me, forcing me as deep into you as I can be. I hold you there while my cock spurts even more juice into your already saturated depths. 

As we continue to ride the waves of pleasure, I feel you tighten around me, and in a few minutes we're both beginning to relax. You fall onto my chest, and then we roll onto our sides as we kiss and hold each other. 

Finally, as we continue to kiss and fondle and play, we both drift back to sleep.



Candlelight at Midnight



Looking into your eyes, I know that the time has come. I have waited for this moment for so long that I cannot control myself any longer. Taking your chin gently in my fingertips, I watch as your eyes close in surrender. Surrender to me. Surrender to complete bliss. Surrender to these feelings which have been bottled up inside of us for far too long. Everyday of seeing each other in lives where we felt so utterly unloved and alone, and yet not being able to help one another escape from these existences... until tonight. After all this time of secretly longing, keeping our desire hidden from the rest of the world, tonight our waiting ends.

I lean forward and light my lips upon yours, kissing you gently at first as I try to behave as I have always been taught a gentleman should. But as though they had minds of their own, my hands snake up along your back. Feeling the bare skin there, I'm not sure if it is your heartbeat I feel, or if it's my own pulse racing into my fingertips as it is everywhere else in my body.

I'm not sure which one of us it was that began giving in first, or if it was both of us. All this time had brought our blood to a boil; bubbling over with desire, wanting, lust, but most of all... need. The need that every couple has felt since man and woman first discovered each other, and that every one thinks they must have felt stronger than any other could even imagine. 

Our bodies pressing together. Closer and closer; our souls trying to occupy the same space and become one. Tongues entwining, swirling round and round each other until I could take it no longer. I lift you up into My arms and not breaking this kiss that borders upon the mystical I carry you up the stairs.

I sit you down on the counter of the bathroom to let you see just what I had prepared for you. The room surrounded in lit candles; champagne chilling in the corner, and a nice hot bath run in the jacuzzi. 

"Would you care for some champagne, my dear?" I ask as I reach down and pick up the flutes and bottle. 

I watch with a small smile at the corner of my lips as you look down to the floor and begin blushing brightly. "Yes I think I would like that."

Handing you your glass, I gave into the temptation once more. My eyes seeing your skin glowing in the flickering candle light and my mouth just have to taste it. I hold your arm out in front of you and slowly begin to kiss my way along your sweet, soft skin. 

I hear a small gasp escape your lips as my kissing has distracted you to the point where you had spilled a bit of the cool liquid onto yourself. I lean in close to your ear and whisper, "Allow me my dear." before leaning forward and dragging my tongue along the thin, tight fabric, wetting the skin of your thigh below it. 

Your breath catches in your head and your eyes close to heavy-lidded slits. "I believe there's some on my blouse," you say breathlessly. A smile crosses my face as I begin slowly unbuttoning Your shirt and unclasping Your bra, as if opening a present that was more than I could have ever dared to hope for. I watch as the candles and pale moonlight give your beautiful breasts an almost ethereal glow. 

Now it's my turn for my breath to catch in my throat. Waves of lust and longing wash over me, washing away the last vestiges of protocol and decorum. I can think only of tasting your skin; devouring every last inch of it; knowing that we've gone beyond the point of no return now. Leaning forward, I gently kiss your lips, but I can feel the wanting within us growing and spurring me on. Swirling my tongue around yours, sucking it gently, taking just the tip of it and flicking it along the roof of your mouth sending shivers up and down your spine. 

My mouth moves down lower, along your neck, feeling your breath quicken. Down, along your shoulder, feeling the subtle curves of your muscles as they tighten in anticipation. Down further still, kissing your chest, until I can feel your heart thudding within. I smile to myself, glad that at least I'm not the only one. I look up to take in the entire beautiful picture before me. Your head thrown back, eyes closed to slits, mouth open, shallow rapid breaths, hands gripping the sides of the counter bracing yourself. The smile of relief turns into one of devilish delight, as I lose the last threads of conscious thought and vow to myself to do everything within my power to make this a night you will never forget. 

The bared teeth of my smile become fangs of the beast of lust that lives within me now. Seeking to devour your flesh, and make us both as one. My mouth attacks your breast, beginning to suckle it gently, toying with it as a wild animal does with it's prey, before taking more and more of it into my mouth until I can hold no more, sucking harder, feeling your hands running through my long black hair. I release most of it, but keep your erect nipple as a captive of my mouth. Circling my tongue around it, savoring the taste of your body, the thin humid sheen that covers your body from the moisture of the hot water in the tub behind me. I begin to let it slip in and out of your mouth, stroking it before my teeth start to nibble it tenderly; holding it between them and flicking it with just the tip of my tongue. 

I ease your body back to lie upon the counter, lifting your hips up gently and sliding your skirt down to fall to a heap on the floor to join your blouse, bra, and high heels. I take a moment to examine my handiwork... your legs slightly parted, still clad in thigh high stockings, garters, and panties, your chest rising and falling in short rasping breaths ...a veritable work of art, one that could never have been created by only two mortal parents. Surely this vision before me could only have been crafted exclusively from the hand of God Himself. A living breathing personification of beauty in it's purest form. You were the very creature that He had in mind when it was decided that sex should feel so pleasurable. 

Slipping my arms beneath you I scoop your body up once more and carry you over to the towel I placed on the edge of the jacuzzi. Your hands slide from around my neck to grip the front of my shirt, and pulling tightly the buttons pop off, exposing my chest as bare as your own. I see the same __expression that must be upon my face mirrored in your own. Lust, desire, need, and carnal passion so thick in the air we could reach out and touch it, if it weren't for the fact that we're more concerned with touching each other. I finish stripping down before you; my slacks and red silk boxers in a heap at my feet. Pressing my body up against you, feeling the wetness creeping through your panties; my cock pressed between our bodies, coming up past your stomach, feeling so warm against you.

I step into the water and turn your legs to face me. Taking an ice cube from the champagne chiller and slowly circling it around your nipple, watching as it hardens even more than before, seeing the steam that rises from it as the cold meets your warm flesh,.blowing cool air over it and watching as it hardens even further in the flickering candlelight and as the pale moonglow seems to make your skin give off an almost ethereal glow. An angel from above to be the living embodiment of my deepest desires.

Slowly I drag my tongue down your body, leaving a long wet patch until I come to the hem of your panties. I can see the patch of wetness before me; smell your sweet aroma calling to me as I lower my head to it. Leaning forward I can see just the slightest hint of your clit through the sheer material, straining against it. I look up into your eyes with a wicked grin on my face and kiss it through the fabric. Bearing my teeth, I take the material in my mouth and slowly slide them down your legs, tasting the juices from them and savoring them as I would a fine wine. I lift your legs out of the water and slide your panties completely off and toss them to the side before reaching over and picking up my champagne flute.

I lift your leg out of the water and bring your foot to my mouth. I watch as the champagne rolls down your leg, across your foot, over each of your toes and into my mouth. Taking each of your toes into my mouth one by one and making certain that I get every last drop from them. Easing my tongue along the arch of your foot, moving up the back of your calf, dragging it up higher and higher. Peppering the insides of your thighs with hot, wet kisses. Moving closer and closer. So close now that I can smell the musky scent of your sex rising, the heady aroma making my mouth water... and your back arch in anticipation.

Touching just the tip of my tongue to the edge of your lips, I circle around them, excruciatingly slow. Occasionally flicking it against your throbbing little clit as I come past it. Feeling your hips thrust upwards, silently begging my tongue, my fingers, my cock, anything to fill your ravenous, wanton sex. 

Your fingers which began by stroking my long hair gently earlier, are now gripping it tightly, pulling my face into you. Your legs as lovely as they are, have surprising strength as they wrap around my head, holding me here until I have pleased you... as if there were anywhere else in the world I would rather be. Even through the unconscious grip of your thighs upon my ears, I can still hear your cries of begging, pleading, pure unadulterated lust in the rising of this primal mating cry. Louder and louder as my tongue begins to plunge deep inside of you. 

Sliding my hands beneath that beautiful arse of yours to lift it up off of the edge, as you begin to fall off your own edge and into orgasm. Swirling my tongue deep inside of you, I can feel your muscles contracting and squeezing around it. I hook it up and start to massage that spot just beyond your pubic bone, which causes your body to stiffen and what was before only moans of simple pleasure, instantly become screams of sheer ecstacy.

Personally I think that this story should have went on a bit longer, but I've shown it to a few people who really liked it as is, so I decided to post it even though I'm not completely happy with it. However, if you'd care to come up with a bit more of an ending than what I already have here I'd LOVE to hear it. Just e-mail your ending to Me and I'll read it and respond ASAP. 

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Any female who would be interested in playing the female role in this story when I convert it to an audio story is more than welcome to let Me know. Also all votes and feedback are greatly appreciated. Thank you. 



Candlelight Delight



Well I've been busy, my writing has had a hard time keeping up with my play. After mutual tough days at work, Dennis and I decided to get together on Saturday night. He'd liked the outfit I'd had on when he came over on Thursday and requested something similar. I settled on red thigh high stockings, a red garter belt and a pink and red thong. I left my still bruised breasts exposed. When he walked in, I was sitting on the couch, legs apart. I stood up and did a little spin, I wanted his approval. It was granted and he sat me back down. Then he knelt between my legs and started rubbing through my wet panties. I leaned back and spread wide for him. He pulled the thong to the side and licked me from clit to asshole. It was rare that I got oral attention from a dom type and I was loving it.

Soon the thong was all the way off and I was kneeling on the couch, ass pushed out in a position usually reserved for spanking. His clothes had found their way off and his hard cock had found my exposed asshole. He'd used the wetness from my cunt to moisten the head, so he pushed it in slowly. I pushed back against him and my hole quickly enveloped his dick. Dennis isn't large, but god he feels good in my ass. His size and our position worked magically for him to stimulate my g spot. Neither one of us took long to finish, me slightly before him. He pulled out, leaving cum oozing out of my ass. I could feel it dripping down my legs as he led me to the bedroom.

I lay down on the bed on my back. He found my bed restraints and soon I was rendered immobile. Then he found my scarf and covered my eyes with it. I was completely exposed to him and thoroughly helpless. I listened to his movements, and with the help of a good sense of smell, deduced that he had gotten my burning candle out of the bathroom. I'd had candle wax dripped on me once between and had not liked the feeling. I protested, but my cries were in vain.

Then I felt the first splash of liquid wax and everything changed. He was using my large Yankee candles and quite a pool of wax had built up. The first application coated my entire left nipple and beaded off down the side of my breast. He was hot and burned a slight amount, but it was not unpleasant. It was quite the opposite. I began moaning as each stream of molten paraffin found my skin. He coated each of my nipples, then ran rivulets down my torso. He made sure my pubic mound was well exposed to his sadism. He dripped it just down to where my lips began to part, then back up. Then down each side of my inner thighs until I was almost encased. He stood back to admire his work and snapped a few pictures. I was quite wet and was aching to be pleasured. I desperately wanted something inside me, but not what I was about to get.

I'd made a preset for Dennis based on a story he'd told me. I took a 16 oz water bottle and froze it and then let it melt slightly. So when the plastic was cut away, I was left with a very nice ice dildo. I've always enjoyed having ice cubes used on me, but they melt quickly. The dildo started liquefying as soon as it touched my wax covered nipple. I had a nice little shield to protect me from the cold burn and I commented to Dennis on this. His response was to take the stick down my body where I had much less protection. I was gasping every time it touched. Slowly he worked down to my exposed cunt. Up and down my slit he ran this evil, frozen phallus. I was trying my best to squirm away from him, but to no avail. Without warning, he plunged his icy toy deep inside me. I screamed as he began fucking me. He had created a veritable waterfall from my pussy as the ice bit at my tender internal flesh. I was bucking my hips and resisting, but was given no reprieve. Deeper and harder he worked into me, I knew I wouldn't last until the damn thing melted. Finally I managed to twist away, the restraints hadn't been applied properly and he stopped. When he got up and put the dildo back in the freezer, I was eternally grateful.

When he came back, we fixed the restraints and he promised to warm me up again. He'd lit a couple more candles and we now had large pool of wax with which to work. The warming feeling was just what I had needed and I melted like butter. I would have done anything that man had asked. After he had filled his entire canvas and recorded it for posterity, he took a knife and began to scrape it off of me. I like knives anyway, and the feeling of a cold steel blade against my flesh was invigorating to say the least finally I was all clean. He took the restraints off and bade me turn over. I was anticipating more wax but was in for a surprise.

No sooner had the cuffs been tightened then I felt the harsh crack of a belt across my ass. I screamed as much in surprise as anything else. By the next hit I was ready. Lash after lash fell, reddening my ass cheeks and moistening my cunt. I was crying out with each blow, but had no desire for any cessation. I suppose the plan was to have my flesh hot and stinging and then apply hot wax. I can only imagine how that would have felt. But an unfortunate phone call cut our evening short with the promise of to be continued...



Candlelight Desires



The headlights of Heather's car cast strange shadows upon the walls of the library as she shut the engine off. Another evening at the computers. Another evening of combating the emptiness inside herself. "Only a few more weeks" she muttered. "A few more weeks and I'll have my own computer and wont have to keep coming back to the library, with their outdated equipment and who knows who pounding away on the keyboards." She also knew a great truth. The truth that she was a lonely girl and if it wasn't for the occasional foray into cyberspace she would not have much of a social life at all.

Heather sighed, as she gathered her papers and locked the car door. How long would it be before she would know the bliss of anothers touch. A touch beyond the odd fumblings in the backseat of yet another disappointing date. A touch of true desire from a lover to herself alone. She silently cursed a God who for so long had denied her the pleasures that seem to come so easily to others. The stale scent of countless books and periodicals greeted her as she walked past the librarian who merely smiled and nodded to her in familiarity. Heather was a regular to the few computers her library had. One could always count on her to be sitting at the keyboard on Friday nights, catching up on her e-mail and chatting with folks whom she was sure led far more exciting lives than herself. Most nights she would be alone. Other nights perhaps two or three ladies would be sharing the communities cyberworld.

Tonight was crowded, all full but one. She paid no attention to the lovely dark haired girl who was seated at the computer next to her. Other than to notice she was quite beautiful. The girls perfume teased Heathers senses, and for the briefest of moments she felt a flush of excitement waft over her. She smiled at the girl, and a smile was returned, both warm and genuine. Heather was mildly confused at her own feelings but chocked them up to being tired, or the cravings inside all of us for the attentions of another, no mater who they might be. The attentions of a friend and confidant to share ones most intimate desires and joys. That is what Heather had craved and unknowingly that is what Heather had found.

The evening wore on, as Heather typed up several friendly letters and briefly chatted with some friends in far off places. Occasionally interrupted by the girl next to her laughing and enjoying what was obviously a delightful cyber session. She was playful and self assured, almost borderline rude in a friendly sort of way. Heather liked this girl in spite of herself, and could not help glancing over at her at every opportunity. Heather felt a touch on her shoulder. It was the girl with a mischievous grin.

"Hey, you want to see something funny?" the girl winked at Heather. Heather looked over at the girls computer and noticed she was in an adult chat room. "I've been chatting with this girl and we just started cybering, she has no idea that I'm a girl too! Ironic isn't it? she says I've been teasing her in ways no man has ever teased her before!" The girl stopped to giggle at the joke. "No kidding right?, I mean who else would know how to really please a woman but another woman? I just don't have the heart to tell her". Her soft touch on Heathers shoulder became more of a caress as the two laughed together.

And so the friendship began. She was Rebecca. She had a zest for life, and made friends easily. She knew what she wanted and was unashamed to show the world. She craved pleasure the way others crave passion. She knew that life was short and if ecstasy could only come from another womans touch, so be it, and the rest of society be damned. The two girls spent the rest of the evening playing with the unknowing cyber friend, enjoying each others company and laughing from the deception as well as from the erotic thoughts that came to mind. It was all too soon that closing time was upon them and they gathered up their belongings as they headed for the door.

Rebecca looked at her watch. "You know hun; the nights still young, feel like going out for a quick drink or two?" Heather knew she had no plans for the next day and readily agreed. The bar was dark and the two sat in a small booth tossing back yet another glass of white wine. Heather was confused at the thoughts she was having. Rebecca had made her feel like no man ever had before. To society it was supposed to be wrong. But Heather knew inside that whatever her feelings were, the love between them was as right as a storybook romance. Rebecca knew this feeling very well and almost instinctively she lay her hand upon Heathers thigh. Rebecca smiled as she saw Heathers eyes close, returning her caress by placing her hand over hers and sighing wistfully.

"Its been so long since I've felt anything like that" Heather whispered. Rebecca nodded in agreement, as the two hands explored each others fingertips. "who would have guessed it would be another woman to make me feel this way". The stroll to the cars was a benediction unto itself. The two lovers embraced by the glow of the streetlight. Embraced with the promise of pleasures to come.

That night Heather lay in her bed and mused upon the feelings she had encountered. "Its so different" she said to herself. "Was it real?" She knew the wetness she felt between her legs was real, as she slowly teased herself to the erotic thoughts of another womans touch. She brought herself to a delightfully pleasant orgasm much faster than anytime ever before. She dreamed about what it would be like to run her tongue around another woman. To have another woman please her. Knowing all the secrets that a girl knows and not having to coach, but merely having to enjoy. A captive to her mind and body. She lifted her finger to her mouth and was entranced by the flavor of her own juices. "Would another girl be as sweet?" she thought. Heather was more eager than ever to find out the mysteries she had missed for so many years.

Thoughts of Rebecca clouded Heathers mind all the coming week, as every night she let herself fall deeper and deeper into the passion and craving of her new friends anticipated touch. On Friday she could barely contain her desires, as she would slip away at work to keep herself wet and wanting for what was sure to be a night to remember. She wondered if her coworkers noticed the sweet smells from her pleasures as she returned to her desk pleasantly fatigued. Heather used all her willpower to keep from breaking the speed laws as she drove to the library that night.

She pulled into a parking space and noticed Rebecca walking towards her. How lovely Rebecca looked . The tiny erect nipples of her lover straining against the silky blue fabric of her dress. Her heels clicking softly on the pavement as she climbed in the passenger side. "No computer tonight Heather!" Rebecca smiled "Tonight is for us alone". The two drove into the night. It might have been only someone's house it was so quaint, but the small wooden sign saying "bed and breakfast" betrayed its purpose. "I stayed here before and the rooms are fabulous!" Rebecca touched Heathers thigh as she spoke. The touch sent tiny shivers of ecstasy over them both. Heather knew there was no going back. She could never deny her true feelings again. She wanted this woman and wanted her badly.

The moment the car parked Heather embraced her lover and kissed her long and deep. There was no shock or resistance in Rebecca, as their tongues merged together. The sweetness of two lovers juices flowing between the passions of their bodies. Heather wanted the kiss to last forever, but was over too soon as she heard a gentle whisper. "Come with me and I'll show you wonderful things". They walked inside and greeted the clerk cheerfully. while he was finding them their key Rebecca would tease Heather by running her fingers along her thigh and trace a path to her belly button. This got Heather giggling, to the confusion of the clerk who wondered what was the matter as they laughed whenever he turned his back.

Rebecca signed quickly and grabbed the key from his hand. The two smiled sweetly to the clerk and trotted upstairs. Heather stared intently at the key as it slowly turned in its lock. It was almost in slow motion as Rebecca opened the door to the room. To Heather it was a symbolic opening as well. An opening of her passions and desires. An opening of a new beginning. She walked in the room first leaving Rebecca to get the bags. Heather could not help but remember childhood dreams as she looked at the canopied bed with its antique flowered prints. The fragrance of the room bore the faintest smells of lilacs. "yes" she thought, "This is meant to be". The closing of the door brought her out of the trance, and Heather spun around to see Rebeccas mischievous grin.

The two lovers came towards each other and embraced as no two had embraced before. The years of pent up passions released in a single moment of trust and understanding. Heather threw her head back and moaned loudly as she felt Rebeccas tongue tease her neck. There was no resistance left in either of them and their caresses flowed free and unashamed. Free in the knowledge that all love that is genuine is Godsend. The two lovers held each other and swayed in a silent dance that seemed to last hours. It was the comfort of being together, and the promise of their most intimate desires. Rebecca led her lover to the bed and bade her to sit. "Wait here sweetheart. I've got something special in mind".

Rebecca pulled two bottles from her suitcase and poured her lover a tall glass of wine. Heather accepted the gift gracefully and lay back on the bed, smiling at her as she disappeared into the large bathroom with a small white box under her arm. Heather sipped the wine and lay back, eyes closed and letting the freedom of the evening take her mind to regions yet unexplored. She dreamed about what she would do for her lover, how she would show her gratitude for saving her from a passionless romance with the first man to come along. She had not dreamed long as Rebeccas body slipped up to hers and she felt the soft fingers of her lover tease their way up her dress. Heather gasped in ecstasy as she felt the long nails lightly pinch her nipples through her light blouse. She was becoming very wet and knew the moment of truth was upon her. She opened her eyes and smiled at Rebecca. Oh how beautiful she looked. Rebecca lay next to her, naked and wanting. Heather was transfixed at the sight of her new lovers body. Her firm breasts and pink nipples begged for her tongues touch. They did not have to wait long.

Heather rose and let her dress fall gently to the floor. She stood silently, letting her lover gaze upon her naked body, letting the passion build inside them from the visual treasures alone. Heather climbed between Rebeccas legs to the music of Rebeccas soft coos of lust. Her tongue guided itself across the soft flesh of her lovers belly. She could feel Rebeccas nails scratching at her back, and feel her hips pushing up into her breasts as her moans became louder. Heathers tongue found a nipple and sucked tenderly upon the erect bud, as she glided her hand down to Rebeccas wetness. Heather almost came from the feelings she had of knowing her lover was pleased. She licked hungrily at Rebeccas nipples. First one, then the other as she slowly massaged Rebeccas clit. Rebeccas hips were bucking into Heathers belly, and she could feel the wet hairs of her lovers mound on each thrust. Rebeccas hips thrust faster and faster as Heathers fingers and tongue worked their magic upon her most sensitive regions. A loud long moan signaled the climax to Heathers fun, as Rebeccas hips pressed hard against her. The orgasm was powerful, and yet Heather did not stop, her fingers continued to tease her lovers flower, turning the juices flowing forth into a creamy froth of lust. She stopped only when she had counted several more presses of Rebeccas hips.

Exhausted the two lay together, embraced in the afterglow. Renewing their strength for what was to be a night of unending passions. "Oh my God that was wonderful!" Rebeccas said as she hugged her tight. They poured themselves several more glasses, and sat facing each other. Each entranced by the love of the other, neither wanting the moment to end. The touches at this point were less sexual than they were the love of reassurance, and the thrill of exploration. They would talk of life and past lusts, of friends and lovers to be. Each sip of the wine bringing them a longing to proceed. Each caress directing their minds further into the passions of the other.

The wine finished Rebecca rose, "Come with me" she grinned. Heather took her hand as she led her to the large bathroom. The scent of Lilacs greeted her , as she was bathed in the glow of many candles. The mirrors on the walls gave the illusion of hundreds of them, yet there was only enough to perfume the room and cast a romantic glow upon their naked forms. A large jacuzzi bath swirled and bubbled. The waters soft lappings filling the air with the sound of contentment and lust. "My turn!" Rebecca chuckled as she closed the door, allowing the smells and sounds to fill the room. She took Heather by the hand and helped her into the warm enticing water. Oh the bliss, the ecstasy of the heat as it filled every pore, driving away inhibitions and evil thoughts, leaving only nirvana and a craving for her lovers touch.

She felt Rebecca slide behind her and slowly rub her shoulders. Her kisses roamed the back of her neck; her fingers toyed down her arms, reaching around suddenly to take each breast and massage them softly. Rebecca was bathing her with touches, leaving no area unexplored, her caresses driving Heather wild with passion. Her eyes half open head back, seeing only the candlelight dancing off the mirrors, feeling only her lovers touch accentuated by the teasing waters. Hearing only the whispers of her lover, unaware of her own cries of orgasmic pleasure, cut short by Rebeccas tongue as their lips met. The lovers faced each other, the passion growing. Rebecca slid her lover back against the side of the tub, bringing Heathers legs up. Draping each leg over her shoulders, her lips just inches away from the opening lips of her lovers delicate flower. Closer and closer her tongue came. The scents of passion growing. Their hands clasped harder in anticipation. The sweetness of Heathers juices greeted her tastebuds, as her tongue swirled slowly around the smooth petals of her lovers flower. A quick journey upwards to tease her erect clit. Heathers moans became screams of ecstasy as she felt Rebeccas lips encircle her most sensitive spot and suck softly. Her tongue giving it tiny flicks at each movement. Her juices becoming a torrent of passion as she felt the tongue swirl and tease. Driving her further and further away from the bounds of reason. Driving her mad with desire. Her hips bucked wildly as the first orgasm flowed over her. She grabbed Rebeccas head and pressed it into her, never wanting the moment to end. Blessing the moment with crys of joy such as she had never known.

She sank back into the warm waters, and the two lovers kissed. Heather tasted on her lovers lips the same sweetness she had tasted several times before, during her most private moments alone. She caressed Rebeccas hair, enjoying its silky touch. Lusting in her heart for the chance to show her lover that she too could taste of the juices. She too could please. She would be everything her lover needed. Rebecca would not be disappointed. As Rebeccas lay her legs over Heathers shoulders, she looked down at her lover. The smile that came from her lips was as genuine as the reflection of the candles in Heathers eyes. She lay her head back and closed her eyes, preparing herself for ecstasy. Knowing that her lovers tongue was inching its way closer and closer to her wetness. Each candles flame flickered from the sigh that burst forth.

The morning came all too soon; Casting its warm rays upon the two lovers lying asleep under a tangle of sheets. Heather opened her eyes and was comforted by the soft breathing of Rebecca as she slept. She snuggled up close to her body, gazing around the room from the security of the warm covers. She could barely see into the bathroom; its once tall candles now mere stubs that betrayed the pleasures from the jacuzzi. The empty wine bottles and the faintest smell of lilacs that still hovered in the morning air. Rebecca rolled over in her sleep, her arm reaching across Heather. She felt the fingertips she had come to know so well. Even in sleep each touch a gentle caress. Heather took her hand and held it close. Closing her eyes once more, she fell back into a contended dream. Secure in the knowledge that she was lonely no more.

The End



Candlelight Geek



It had been a wonderful evening and as I slowly pulled my screen door open I knew the night was about to get even better. Fumbling a bit with my keys, I finally found the correct key and nervously slid it into the front door lock. I had to jiggle the key a bit to get it to work in the ancient lock, but it finally unlocked so I pushed the door open, stepped back and held the screen door to let Erica step into my house.

"It's not the Ritz, but it's comfortable," I said as she stepped into the dark entry. I quickly stepped in behind her and turned on the light. She slowly wandered toward the living room as I closed and locked the door, still somewhat stunned that she agreed to come home with me.

"Just toss a couple of those pillows aside and sit down, I'll get us something to drink. I've got beer, wine, some vodka, tequila and a touch of Johnny Walker Red ™."

"Some white wine will be fine," she answered, moving a few pillows and sitting down on the couch.

Opening the refrigerator I pulled out a bottle of wine, set it on the counter and went hunting through several drawers for the corkscrew. I was glad she selected white wine, I had an excellent Chablis and I wanted to show off a bit. Had she asked for red I would have been stuck with some dismal choices, not a Thunderbird, but not a whole lot better.

Finally finding the corkscrew, I unwrapped the bottle top and began coring into the cork as my mind drifted to earlier in the evening.

Although Erica and I had only met once, we, after only a short period of uncomfortable silence while driving to the restaurant, seemed to immediately gel. I was surprised to learn that in her high school and college years she was considered a bit of a geek, a title I understood well. We immediately began talking about books and seemed to share a similar interest in literature both reading from a wide variety of subjects.

We got so engrossed in our conversation that we made the waiter come back three times before we were ready to order. It takes a lot to draw my attention from a menu, but as I looked at the tight curls in her long dark hair, the long eyelashes and beautiful brown eyes, I was engrossed. As we talked I could only gaze at her, noticing how her nose seemed to turn up a bit at the tip and then I lost myself in her lips, feeling nearly hypnotized as she spoke.

Her blouse was low cut and showed just the right amount of enticing cleavage. Not wanting to get caught staring at her breasts, I stole quick glances as we talked, loving the way the candlelight flickered over her skin. It was almost a let down when the food finally arrived.

While we daintily ate our broiled trout dinner, occasionally dabbing a napkin to our lips to spit out a bone I told her, "You know, I am truly surprised that you were considered a geek, I mean you are very intelligent, but you are also so beautiful... it's just that, well, the girls I knew in the geekdom all seemed to fit a similar profile. You certainly don't fit the physical profile."

"Contacts," she replied.

"Contacts?"

"Sure, you've read Dorothy Parker?"

I nodded.

"Well, it's quite simple, in high school and college I wore glasses, and well you know the poem, "Men don't make passes..."

"...at girls who wear glasses," I said finishing the short poem for her. "But even with glasses you are simply too..."

"Well, I changed my hair some too. I used to try and iron out my curls usually ending up with a straight mess. It's so ironic that my friends who had straight hair spent all this money on curlers and such, and I was straightening my hair."

"So you finally accepted the curls, got some contacts and suddenly you weren't a geek?"

"Well a little make-up goes a long way too," she replied smiling. "So when did your geekdom end?"

"I don't think that it has."

"You know, it really hasn't for me either. I may not look the part, but deep down inside I am who I was. I think that's why my ex gave up on me."

"Yeah, same here. You know it used to drive her crazy at how many books I had. She would read a book and then get rid of it, either sell it to a used book store, give it away or simply throw it out. I couldn't understand that, I mean I read a good book and I want to keep it, regardless if I ever plan to read it again, just having it makes me feel good.

"What really drove her crazy was the amount of unread books I had. She would rant and rave that there was no way I could ever read that many books. I tried to explain that I needed them, somehow if everything else fell apart I could still read."

Erica smiled, "Yes, like from that Twilight Zone episode, you remember, Burgess Meridith?"

"Yes, incessant reader, with a boss and wife who hated him reading."

"That's it, my favorite of the Twilight Zone stuff. There is some great disaster and everything is destroyed except he survives because he was in a vault at the bank reading. He goes exploring and finds a library... suddenly he is in heaven, with nothing to do but read and with an entire library at his disposal."

"Then he drops his glasses and..."

"They break, oh God I cry every time I watch it," she said, "the sad irony of it all."

I reached my hand across the table and gently touched hers, "Where were you all those years I was in high school and college, as well as most my adult life."

"Well, I'm here now," she said taking my hand and placing it on her leg at the inner thigh just above her knee.

Our eyes locked and I leaned forward until our lips met. We kissed lightly at first until I felt her tongue slide over my lips. I pressed my tongue into her mouth as I began sliding my hand up her thigh. She leaned back, pulling me on top of her as we continued kissing. Her legs were open and I began grinding my erection into her crotch.

After several minutes of dry humping she pulled her mouth away from mine and asked, "Can we go into your bedroom."

I climbed up from on top of her and watched as she removed her blouse and then unfastened her bra. Her breasts bounced when freed from the bra and I immediately reached out and cupped both of them saying, "Oh I've wanted to do this all night."

"All I can say is, What took you so long?" she replied, grabbing my belt and unfastening it.

We continued undressing each other as we stumbled toward my bedroom until we fell onto my bed completely naked. Scooting back on the bed, she opened her legs and waited as I crawled up to her. She immediately grabbed my cock with one hand and as she opened her lips with the fingers of the other hand, she guided me into her.

I was surprised how easily my cock slipped into her pussy, she was so wet that I easily thrust myself in to the hilt. No wanting to come too quickly, I withdrew slowly and tried to ease my cock back into her. Yes, it was working and she seemed to like it slow, so I continued easing out and then back into her.

All too quickly I could feel the pressure building in my balls and by my fifth or sixth penetration the pleasure running up the shaft of my cock told me I was finished. I moaned loudly, arched my back and shoved my cock as deeply as I could as I came, spurting my cum deep into her pussy. Immediately I whispered, "I'm sorry, so sorry."

"Shhh, don't worry, just keep it inside me," she replied.

I remained on top of her motionless for a short time when she began moving her hips, grinding herself against me. "Just try to keep inside me," she whispered as she continued moving, pushing hard against me.

After a few minutes I was still able to keep my soft cock just inside her while she began moving faster and faster. Her breathing increased as she ground into me, lifting me upwards with each movement. Suddenly she moaned, arched her back and then collapsed beneath me. My cock was in just enough to feel the pulsations inside her.

A few minutes later my cock finally slipped out of her and I whispered, "I'm sorry I didn't last..."

"No, no, it's okay. Actually I made me feel kind of sexy making you come so quickly. Besides, we'll both be better at it when we do it again."

"Again?"

"Yes again, just as soon as we finish watching Star Trek. Now where's your remote?"

I handed her my remote and squeezed in next to her. I looked down and watched my cock ooze a bit of cum onto her thighs as I heard the words on the TV, "...to boldly go where..." Reaching over, I cupped my hand over her breast, letting the nipple peek out between my fingers and then turned and watched the TV.



Candlelight Romance



A cool mist floats across the pavement as you make your way to the front door. It's been a long exhausting day. Thoughts of a home cooked meal, a hot shower and some relaxing fill your mind. She'll be waiting for you, with a welcoming smile and a soft kiss. A simple thing, but you've come to expect the warmth of routine.

You open the door and are greeted by a quiet melody drifting from a candle lit room. The scent of jasmine flows through the air as your eyes scan the surroundings. On the floor is a blanket, spread beneath a single closed basket. A warm glow emanates from the fireplace, and candles dripping freshly lit wax adorn every table and shelf. Through the dancing shadows, movement draws your eyes to the opposite side of the room.

Your eyes follow curve upon curve of soft flesh. She's standing there, leaning seductively against the hallway entrance. She smiles and nods to the forgotten door. You quickly fumble to get it closed, without taking your eyes away. Suddenly, you no longer feel tired. Your body awakens to the same hungry fire you see in her deep eyes.

She saunters over to you, wrapping her arms around your neck. The soft silk that barely covers her body rustles softly as she pushes herself fully against you. Her lips brush ever so slightly against your own. She pulls away and takes your hand. Letting her guide you across the floor, you begin frantically pulling at the buttons on your shirt. She softly chuckles and pushes your hands away. It's obvious she's the one who's going to be in charge.

Your breath is a tangle of confusion and excitement. Your heart vibrates in your throat. Every movement she makes is filled with purpose. Words have no place here. Time has no meaning. Only you and she exist in the exotic world she created.

Sitting you down on the blanket, she curls herself beside you. Slowly, she reaches under the blanket and retrieves a hidden blind fold. A smile spreads across her lips as she reaches up and ties the clothe around your eyes. Her hands glide across your chest and down your arms. She leans forward and softly kisses your jaw line, then down your neck. As her soft kisses caress your skin, she slowly unbuttons your shirt. Pushing it off your arms, you feel her move against you; pressing her breasts against your face.

All you can do is drink in the feel of her, the scent of her being. You feel her own heart pulsing against you. Her breath is steady, if a bit shaky. Pulling back, she drags her hand down your stomach, tracing a line down to your waist band. With the same slow care, she unbuckles your pants and pulls them open. She guides you to lay down. Removing your shoes and socks, one at a time, she moves her hands up and down your legs. She draws lazy circles on the inside of your thighs before she begins to tug away your pants.

You wiggle and help her remove the intrusive garment, and try to do the same with your underwear. She grabs your hands and pushes them down beside your body. Leaning close to your ear, she whispers, "Uh-uh. You're mine." Her tongue softly traces your earlobe before she gently nibbles. You can hear her silent chuckle as her teeth send shivers across your body.

She moves away and you can hear some rustling around. She's pulling something out of the basket you saw earlier. You shiver with anticipation. You hear a hiss as a match is struck and a candle is lit. She straddles your hips, placing one hand on your lower abdomen. She places her knees on the outside of your body, pinning your arms to your sides. 

You gasp as something wet and cold glides across your chest. Your senses whirl with confusion. Putting the ice aside, she bends forward and licks the wet lines, leaving trails of warm breath behind. Her hands move up and down your arms, chest and across your shoulders. She slips her fingers under your waste band and traces from side to side. Each stroke moves lower and lower. She gently pushes her hips into yours, grinding her pelvis into you. She quietly moans, taking pleasure from your growing hardness.

She reaches for the basket and pulls something else from it's hidden depths. You breath quickens. Your ears strain for any sound that might hint what she'll do next. A strange sound precedes a warm wetness slowly spreading across your chest. As she rubs it into your skin it grows warmer. She moves around for a moment, and then leans forward. Her naked breasts slide against your skin, massaging the oil. You feel her hardened nipples as she moves, her hands gripping your shoulders for support. She shifts her legs and lays flat against you. Her own desire meshes with yours.

You slide your hands free and begin rubbing her back. She begins to grind her body into yours. Small gasps escape her lips. You place your hands on her hips and help her move, quickening the pace. You firmly press her hips into yours. She tries to slow her movement, tries to pull away. Your strong grasp tightens, putting her at your mercy now.

With one quick motion, you roll her under your body. She tries to protest, but you smother her words with deep, passionate kisses. Your hands move frantically over her body. Massaging her breasts, you part her thighs with a knee. Your body crushes hers to the floor as she tries to wiggle her way out from under you. She presses her hands against your chest, whispering protests into your mouth. Her body betrays her words as she grinds with your own movements.

Keeping rhythm, you take her hands and pin them above her head. Still blindfolded, you feel your way down her body. You realize she's completed naked as your hand moves down between your bodies. Feeling her wet, silky folds, you press a single finger deep into her body. She gasps and lets out a long moan. Moving in slow circles, you move your finger in and out. She begins to move her body with each stroke. Keeping the pace, you carefully move yourself to where you can pull off your underwear with your other hand.

Fumbling though the awkward task, you finish and spread your body against the length of hers. Her hands now free, she reaches for you, clutching at your skin. Wet heat grasps at your finger. You pull almost out, and thrust back into her with two fingers. Again, she gasps and moans. You smile inwardly, pressing for that one spot you know will put her to the peak of pleasure. Hearing her moans brings the satisfaction you were seeking. 

Her back arches towards you and your increase your rhythm. Gasping for breath between moans, she paws her hands against you. She struggles to pull you on top of her. When that fails, she attempts to pull herself on top of you. You lean in close to her ear and whisper the same taunting words she gave you earlier. Then with your next stroke, you press in a third finger. She cries out in pleasure and thrashes her body against yours.

Deeper, longer strokes. An even rhythm. Her body tightens around your fingers. She shudders against you. Her moist flesh pulses into your fingers. She lets out a deep moan. You hear her lips part in a silent scream. Her fingers claw into your skin as she arches her back and releases.

Hard, deep breathing. Her heart pounds against her chest; against your chest. You pull her fully into your arms, rubbing your now wet hand up her belly and to her breasts. She softly trembles in your arms, but you're not finished with her. You quickly remove the blindfold and bend your head down. Taking one of her nipples into your mouth, you twirl your tongue around it. She lets out small, breathless moans. You tease it until it's firm, then gently toy it around in your mouth. She presses a hand to the back of your head, pressing you harder against herself.

Tangling her fingers into your hair, she encourages your mouth. You kiss your way to the other breast. Bringing your hand up, you gently twist and tug at the first nipple. You moan into her skin as you take the second one in your mouth. Giving it the same tantalizing treatment, until she is once against arching into your body.

Your own aching need threatens to swallow you whole as your roll yourself completely on top of her. She parts her legs and presses her hips up to meet yours. She's so wet that you quickly slide deep into her body. She opens her mouth to gasp, and you swallow it with a deep kiss. The tip of your tongue traces the inside of her mouth, caressing her own tongue. 

You start moving forward and back, grinding your body into hers. She moves her hips up and down, meeting you movement for movement. The pace quickens. You try to hold back, but a desperate need takes over. Thrusting, penetrating her. Pushing, grinding your body together. Your lips part as you pull back and gasp for breath. Breathing heavily, you lose yourself in the movements, in the pleasure. Pounding against her, into her, you feel her hands clawing at your back. 

The pleasure rises, taking you with it. Suddenly, you explode deep inside her. You cry out, shuddering with every pulsing sensation. You thrust hard and deep, releasing your own orgasm. 

She grasps you tightly against herself as you collapse onto her. Laying breathless, ecstasy floats you away. Nothing else matters. Nothing else exists. Nothing but the feel and musky scent of your merged bodies. Nothing.

Written: December 28, 2005 



Candlelight Sonata



After I light the last candle, I shake my hand, putting out the match. I step carefully over the rest of the candles, back out of the living room and into the kitchen. Taking a moment's rest, I look back into the room, surveying my work. My eyes move from one end of the room to another, slowly, taking in all the details I've worked so painstakingly to attend to. The couch is off to one side, against the wall; we won't need it tonight, and so it is best to keep it out the way. The carpet, a deep shade of red, is further muted by the dim lighting. It stretches from one end of the room to the other; our living room isn't that big, but fortunately it's big enough for what I have planned for tonight. 

My eyes continue to sweep the room. Next I notice the candles, burning softly in the near-darkness. I arranged them in a roughly semicircular pattern, taking care to leave a decent amount of space between each one, so that we would easily be able to step between them. They don't contribute much light to the room, but they aren't meant to. The main source of light, the thing that I want to draw your attention to, is the small brick fireplace in the center. The semicircle of candles is arranged around this. There is a large space directly in front of the fireplace, covered in thick blankets, pillows, comforters, and myriad other soft, plush bedding. I took great care to make sure that there is not a hard spot or uncomfortable position that can be found in that nest. 

The fire crackles softly, seemingly echoing off the walls. The gentle light it gives off complements that of the candles -- one does not overwhelm the other, instead, the two sources seem to intertwine. Despite this, the room is not brightly lit; indeed, I have to struggle to see the painting above the fireplace. My eyes continue to the far side of the living room, where the TV and loveseat now sit. The TV is unplugged, as we will not be using it for the rest of the night, and the loveseat rests comfortably on the carpet. The mere sight of it brings to mind the many nights we've spent cuddling close in its warm, enveloping touch, and the books we've read while curled up next to each other on its plush cushions. As fond as these memories are, this, too, will not be used tonight.

I complete my circle, walking back towards the kitchen. I look over the stove and counter. They are a mess, really, but cleaning up is a job for another day. My eyes fall on the stovetop, on the two remaining pans still perched atop the range. One contains faintly sizzling onions, sautéing quietly in butter. From the other, a slightly angrier crackle issues; this is the main dish. I pick up the spatchela, pressing gently into the compressed ground beef, making sure it's tightly packed and not about to fall apart. Though the burgers are already done, I'm keeping them in the pan so they stay warm for your arrival. I know you'll be home soon, but I can't help but feel anxious, anticipating your return as much as I am. I look briefly to the fryer, where hand-peeled potatoes fry in oil. They cook with a comforting hiss.

I keep a quiet watch over our dinner for a while longer before I hear your keys in the door. I seem to have zoned out, but looking at the clock I realize with relief that I've only been standing there for a minute or two. I quickly take the burgers out of the pan and put them on the waiting buns, and remove the onions in a similar fashion. The fries are done, so I swiftly empty them out onto a plate covered in a paper towel. I carry these to the table as I rush to greet you at the door. As I set the food down, I notice the table isn't quite ready for you; I resolve to remedy that before you sit down.

I get to the door just as you're opening it. I open the door all the way, greeting you with a smile and kiss. I take your bag, heavy with lesson plans and folders, off your shoulder, setting it gently down on the floor besides the door. You stand just inside the door, obviously exhausted and worn. I gather you up in a big bear hug, whispering in your ear that I have a surprise for you. As your body presses into mine, I notice that you're practically soaked through; it's been raining most of the night, though I've been too busy preparing for the night ahead to realize it. Pulling away from the hug, I cup your chin in my hands, look you straight in the eye, and kiss your forehead. You smile weakly; apparently your kids and the weather have taken more of a toll on you than I thought. No matter. I tell you that I want to hear all about your day over dinner, and suggest going upstairs and changing first, before coming to the table. You nod, readily going upstairs to our bedroom to change, and perhaps dry your hair.

Knowing you'll be down momentarily, I turn my attention back to the table. The burgers sit on their plates, ready to be eaten. The onions are in a bowl, decorating the center of the table, soft and brown. I get a match from the kitchen, and light the tall, lone candle in the middle of the table. Though it's a fairly large table, our places are set adjacent to each other, so we can be as close as possible. The candle lit, I move back into the kitchen to get the drinks. As I'm pouring, I hear the low, continuous whine of the hair dryer, and I know you'll be joining me momentarily. I place the napkins and utensils neatly on the table, and just as I get to the bottom of the stairs I see you walking down them. You've changed out of your work clothes, and are now wearing your favorite "around-the-house" outfit: a loose tie-dyed shirt and baggy plaid pajama pants. A small smile plays across my lips at this. You always comment on how this combination doesn't match at all, yet it has a certain subtle appeal that I've always noticed.

I take your hand as you reach the bottom steps, kissing it gently. I keep my soft grasp on your hand, using it to pull you into me. We kiss now, slowly, deeply, and sensually. My tongue parts your lips to find yours, and they begin to play; massaging each other, rubbing along each other's length. They then begin a game of cat and mouse, alternately chasing and hiding, flicking between our open, hungry mouths. We stop, not because we want to but because I've whispered something about the food getting cold. I lead you into the dining room, where the candlelit dinner of homemade burgers and fries takes you somewhat by surprise. You thought I was at work until just a few hours ago, but I called in sick today so I could come home and prepare this for you. I pull the chair out at your place, sitting you down gently with my hands, taking the opportunity to massage you. My hands knead the skin of shoulder briefly, hopefully taking care of at least some of your aches and pains. As I massage you, I lean down to whisper in your ear; a sweet nothing, perhaps, maybe something about an after-dinner surprise that only you and I heard, that only I know precisely what it is. 

We sit down to dinner and I hear all about your day; about the kids who won't listen, and the other teachers who can't teach. Apparently today had been an exceptionally difficult day, but this close to the end of the school year, these kinds of long, drawn out days are to be expected. You vent to me between bites of cheeseburger and fries, and I listen carefully, although I barely grasp the politics of what goes on at your school. I do know, however, that there are certain teachers that I would love to have a good, long talk to; that these are the same teachers who give you grief is but an innocent coincidence.

After dinner, we go upstairs to brush our teeth. You begin to clear the table, but I stop you, telling you that I'll take care of that later. As I follow you up the stairs to the bathroom, I can't help but admire the view; your round backside swaying before me, the curve of your hips barely, tantalizingly visible through your baggy shirt. My thoughts take a decidedly sexual turn, but I banish these. Soon, I tell myself. Soon. But not just yet. As we brush our teeth, I can't help but notice the questioning look in your eye. You know I have something planned, alright, but you're not quite sure what. 

After we've finished, I lead you back down the stairs, through the dining room and the kitchen. Right before we get to the living room, though, I tell you to close your eyes. You ask why, but your only answer is a sly grin and a low chuckle. I stand behind you, covering your eyes, and we walk slowly towards the entrance to the living room. Right in the threshold, I remove my hands from your eyes, and you take it all in: the entire room, softly lit by candles and fire, the light from both reflecting off the subdued maroon hues of the carpet and nest of bedding in the center. I move my head close to your ear, and whisper that you should lie down on the pillows and make yourself comfortable, that I will return shortly. You do so, and I stay in the doorway until you're comfortable settled, nestled in between two large pillows, reclining on a thick, soft, plush blanket. You make eye contact with me, send me a questioning glance, but I put my finger to my lips and disappear around the corner, back to the rest of the house. You wonder idly where I've gone, but you are too comfortable to wonder long. You know I'll come back soon, as I always do, and that I won't be gone long. Still, you can't help but wonder what, exactly, I have planned, though a twist of anticipation in your stomach and a warm feeling between your legs gives you a clue.

You've just dozed off as I return. Before I step into the living room, I'm frozen by the vision of you, in repose on the bedding. My first thought it to leave you alone, to let you sleep off the long hours and the aches and pains. I clear my head of this, though: I know what I have planned for you will relax you more than just simple rest. 

I step carefully through the candles, making my way toward you. My footsteps make barely a sound on the soft carpet, yet you open one eye, peering up at me. You don't notice immediately what I have in my hand, and this is a good thing. I set my load on the carpet next beside us, and kneel down before you. My lips form a greeting, barely audible despite the complete silence surrounding us. You smile back at me warmly, fondly, and I see your affection reflected in your eyes. You ask me now what all this is, when I found time to prepare it, and what my plans are for the rest of the night, but I put my finger against your lips. In answer, I gesture towards the surprise I brought from elsewhere in the house. You notice that it's a small bucket full of similar looking bottles. Picking one up, you realize that they are all massage oils, of different scents and brands. You see a small, sly grin play across my face. Moving forward, I grasp your shirt and pull it gently over your head. I place it to the side, making sure not to toss it onto a candle. I lean forward, and our mouths meet. My questing tongue parts your lips, licking them softly, thoroughly, before your tongue moves to meet mine. When our tongues meet, they dance; caressing each other, flitting around our mouths. My hand moves to the back of your neck, pulling you closer to me, and my fingers entangle in your hair, massaging your scalp. 

We kiss like this for a good time, though how long, exactly, neither of us is sure. At length, I move my mouth to the side of cheek, and up your jaw line to your earlobe. My kisses are plentiful and soft; I leave no spot untouched on my journey. I stop at your earlobe, and all you feel is my steady breathing against your ear. You hear a soft chuckle as you moan in anticipation, until finally I take your lower ear in my mouth, sucking, kissing, and sometimes nibbling gently. I do this for a moment or two, until I end by dragging my tongue lightly over the outer rim of your ear. 

I turn my attention to your neck now, treating it much the same way as I did your earlobe. I kiss you slowly down your neck, starting from your cheek and moving lower. As my mouth moves lower, my hands reach around you to unclasp your bra. My mouth continues its southward journey as I remove your bra, placing it with one hand near your discarded shirt. By now, my lips have reached the gentle upper slope of your breast, and I dwell here for some time, placing large, soft kisses on each breast. My hands move to your shoulders, where they gently push you back onto your nest of pillows. 

I now move to take your nipple into my mouth, sucking gently, letting my tongue roll around it. I fold my tongue around your nipple, placing more gentle suction where it's needed. I bite, ever so gently, taking great care that you feel only the slightest edge of my teeth. As my mouth focuses on one nipple, one hand moves from behind your back to massage your other breast. My hand covers you, heel up, so that my fingers can reach the tender skin underneath. These fingers caress your bare skin, never too hard, never too soft.

I dwell at your chest for some time, content to suck and lick you. You close your eyes, moaning every so often, but very quietly; I think perhaps this relaxes you more than your massage will. Or it would, if the massage I had planned was merely a regular massage. Grinning to myself, I reach over to my basket and remove a bottle of oil. You give a small moan, apparently slightly annoyed at me for stopping my ministrations. You pick your head up, watching me open the bottle, watching me pour the oil into my hands and rub them together, working it deep into my pores. I make eye contact long enough for you to see the mischievous grin on my face. The deep, sensuous scent of the oil pervades the room.

You see the oil on my hands, and put two and two together. You start to turn over, but I stop you, one hand on your shoulder. I slowly shake my head, my grin only growing wider. You smile back at me, willing to entertain whatever wild ideas I have planned. You lean back and close your eyes, making yourself comfortable once again.

Your eyes still closed, you notice I haven't started anything yet. Just as you're about to open them, you feel my slick hands on your upper chest, right above your breasts. My hands work the oil into your skin, thoroughly, deeply. They move to your breasts, where my gentle caress is no less efficient at rubbing the oil all over you. As my hands knead your impossibly soft skin, my mouth hovers over your nipple, and I begin to suck on it as my hands work. I spend a lot of time in this position; perhaps more than is absolutely necessary, but when I'm finished the oil is deep inside your pores, the outer sheen almost nonexistent.

My hands now move to your stomach. They repeat the motions here; never missing a spot, never forgetting an inch. I pay special attention to your sides, where I can get a firm, solid grip on your body. You hear a low, throaty throb of pleasure escape my throat as my head moves down to kiss your stomach right between my hands, as they continue to knead your skin. I kiss you down your stomach, my head stopping right above the strip of cloth that marks the beginning of your pants. I grasp the cloth in my teeth, then pull it back, playfully, while my hands continue you massage your stomach. I cover your stomach with many soft kisses before stopping, making absolute sure I've left no spot unkissed. 

I pause briefly with my head suspended directly above your sex, but your only reaction is an encouraging noise made somewhere deep in your throat. I take the advice to heart, sitting up just long enough to hook my fingers into the soft plaid of your pants. You lift your hips, and the pants come easily down and off, joining the other clothes in a pile. I sit up now, quickly removing my own shirt and pants, which takes but ten seconds. They, too, join the growing pile of clothes beside our nest. For a few seconds after the rustling of clothing stops, you still feel no movement from me; opening on one, you catch me admiring your body, your lovely, curvy hips, your full breasts; your legs, soft as always, though this doesn't quite hide the strength I know lies beneath. You squirm slightly under my intense gaze. Though it's difficult to tell in the dim light, you know we're making eye contact, and you smile. I smile back, momentarily losing the calm, cool control I've exhibited so far. The smile that plays across my face is wide and genuine; noticing this, you return the same smile. 

The smile lingering on my lips, I bow my head down, returning my attention to your stomach. You feel many more light, airy kisses, before I finally move down to where we both want me to be. I hold my mouth just inches above you, breathing in your intoxicating scent; I can barely keep myself from burying my head between your legs. Despite the temptation, I stay where I am, until finally you lift your hips, encouraging me to move forward. I do, thrusting my head forward, burying myself between the soft curves of your thighs. My tongue begins its initial licks, long, wide, and flat. I lick you from the very bottom, up to your clit; my head pushing forward the whole time, making sure as much of my tongue is against you as possible. I do this repeatedly, each time encouraged by the gasp of pleasure from your throat. My tongue begins to press inside you, and I stop my licking so that I may pay more attention to you here.

My tongue now swirls around your entrance, whirling, spinning, folding. I push inside you, each time further and further in. Finally, I push as deep inside you as I can; my hands move to your hips for leverage, pushing you up and into my hungry, searching tongue. As my tongue goes inside you, I move it in wide circles, trying to stimulate as many nerve endings as I can. You hear hungry, muffled groans from my throat as you cover my lips with your juices. This goes on for some time; my tongue pressing ever deeper, then swirling around the entrance, my muffled moans of pleasure and hunger vibrating against your sex, my hands, firmly on your hips, pushing you ever upward and forward. Finally I slow down; my tongue relaxes its movements, until it now makes lazy circles around your inner layers of skin. You feel me lick my lips, taking care to get every drop of you, not wanting to miss a fraction of an ounce of your sweet juice.

My tongue continues its lazy circles, taking care to not miss a spot. At length, I regain some of my composure, and I begin to move slightly further up...I find your clit quickly, and my mouth latches onto it, sucking gently. I take it in my mouth, whirling my tongue around it, alternating that motion with slow, full, wet licks. I hear the breath catch in your throat, and I continue, encouraged and turned on by the low, throaty, erotic sounds emanating from your throat. Your hips lift up again, this time of your own accord, and I know you want more. I oblige, releasing your clit, this time flicking only the very tip of my tongue against it. I do this rapidly, alternately taking you into my mouth. We hit our rhythm now, my mouth against your sex, your hips pushing you further into me. Your hands move to my head, pushing holding me in place, making sure I don't release you. 

We continue like this for some time, though neither of us knows how long. At some point, I hear your moans grow louder, your pleasure obviously overcoming you. Your hips tilt up now, your back arches, and you moan my name over and over. I feel the muscles begin to contract, and at the invitation of your raised hips, I bury my face inside you, my tongue whirling madly around your sex. You feel my nose brushing against your clit as I push my face and tongue deep into you, deeper than before. My mouth opens against you as I feel your juices flow freely, my tongue greedily licks up every last drop. You feel my moans of masculine pleasure vibrate against you, but this is only a secondary feeling. You continue to come for a few seconds more, enjoying the hungry questing of my mouth and tongue against you. As your pleasure subsides, I pull back, but I keep my face close to you, still incredibly turned on by the scent and sight of you. I move my head to rest against your thigh, and you feel my warm, steady breathing against your wetness, and my tongue occasionally flicks out to lick you clean using those wide, warm licks.




Candlelight Sonata



At length you summon me to your side. Before I kiss you, you notice my tongue cleaning my lips, making sure I've tasted every bit of you I can taste. Our lips meet, and our tongues find each other, as they always do. You smile weakly, looking up at me. We don't speak, finding it enough to gaze into the other's eyes. You shiver with pleasure, still smiling, still glowing. You turn on your side now, my arm firmly in your grip. As we begin to spoon, you feel the smooth hardness of my manhood pressing between your legs, fully erect. I see you smile slyly as you roll your hips onto me, pushing against me. I moan, shivering with pleasure at the feel of you, still warm and slick. I don't push too hard against you, though; I know you still need time to recover. My other arm wraps around your stomach, as we bask in the afterglow of your orgasm, waiting for you to relax and recharge for our next round.

After some time, I feel you begin to stir against me. Your hips roll back, and smile to yourself as my breath catches and my hips thrust forward, my head eager to catch a taste of your slick wetness. My arms squeeze you, pushing you closer onto me. You roll around to face me, and we make eye contact, kissing deeply, passionately. Our tongues begin their dance their dance once again, searching hungrily. You hook one leg around me, lifting your hips to cover my manhood with your sex, still slick and dripping wet. The low moan that escapes me throat at this vibrates against your lips.

I have it in my head that I'll roll over, laying you on your back and guiding myself into you. But you have other ideas. Using your leg as leverage, you climb on top of me, your sex tantalizingly close. You see in my eyes that I want nothing more than to be inside you, as deep inside you as possible. My hips thrust up and forward, hoping to catch you, while my hands move around to the small of your back, seeking to hold you still. You put a finger over my mouth, telling me to stop, to not move, or we both won't get what we want. I know you have me right where you want me, and you smile slyly and you begin to kiss me, starting at my neck. The kisses move lower and lower; you stop at my nipple, briefly, mirroring with your tongue what I do to you with mine. This is just a brief pit stop, however, and soon you are kissing my stomach, moving ever lower. You reach the stretch of skin above my manhood, lingering there, knowing that your teasing drives me crazy. My hands reach down, entangling in your hair, massaging your scalp. I feel your warm breath on me, and I gasp, moan, my hips again thrusting forward, eager for you to begin. 

You look up at me, making sure we have eye contact. You smile up at me, slyly, evilly, knowing that I am completely under your control. You hold my gaze for a few seconds more, then slowly lower your mouth onto me, taking all of me in. I shiver in pleasure at the pure eroticism of the moment; our eyes gazing into each other, my manhood slowly disappearing into your warm, wet mouth, my hands behind your head, guiding you, massaging you. You move back along my shaft, equally slowly, enjoying your control. You move faster and faster, encouraged by my moans of pleasure. 

You do this for some time, basking in the feminine power you have over me. At length, however, my moans get deeper and my eyes close; you know I can't last much longer. With one final lick, along the length of my shaft, you stop, and as your mouth releases me, a shudder goes through me entire body. You hear me moan your name, softly, my voice literally dripping with desire.

You move up to kiss me, and our lips meet. My tongue parts your lips gently, seeking entrance. You let me in, moving your tongue to massage mine. I can taste myself on you, and my tongue probes deeper, more forcefully; you can tell how much this excites me. Finally you stop, sitting up, suspending yourself over my manhood. I can tell how turned on you are by the warmth between your legs; it envelops me, teasing me, drawing me in. My hips move forward, but you place your hands on my chest and solidly push me down. You wag finger at me, with the accompanying shake of your head. My muscles relax, and I flatten, resigning myself to your control. Finally, after what seems like an eternity, you lower yourself onto me; slowly, deliberately. I slide easily into you, and soon I'm completely covered in you, your juices coating my manhood. A low moan of desire and lust escapes my throat as I hear you gasp; you feel my shudder in uncontrollable pleasure as your slick, wet glove completely covers me. 

We don't move right away, content merely to gaze into each other's eyes and enjoy each other's warmth. After some time, you slowly begin to move, lifting yourself all the way up my shaft before falling all the way back down. My hands move to your hips, grasping you tightly, but it is you who guides the motion. We move like this for some time, though neither of us can say how long, lost in the feeling of each other, our bodies connected in every sense of the word. Neither of us breaks this rhythm; but it evolves, our desiring increasing the entire time. We don't realize how turned on we are, but when we do, our desire overwhelms us. You lean forward, putting your hands besides my head. You thrust your breasts forward, and they dangle temptingly in front of me. I can do little more than try and sit up to kiss them, however, because your thrusts are getting faster. You now move up and down the entire length, fast and getting faster. My hands remain at your hips, now gripping still tighter, encouraging your motion. 

We stay like that for some time before you shift position. You now lean forward even further, shifting your body up so that our stomachs and chests touch, your breasts pushing firmly against me. My manhood is now completely covered in your desire, fully enveloped. You are impossibly soft, and I lose myself in the feeling of you. You hear my moans begin in your ear, and my hips thrust up to meet yours. We find our rhythm again and keep it, our moans of pleasure mingling and intertwining. When you hear my moans get louder, and feel my thrusts get faster and faster, however, you stop, and sit up. I look at you, my mouth hanging open in interrupted pleasure, my manhood still buried as deeply inside you as possible. You lean back, beckoning me with one finger, a gesture that even my brain, as flooded with desire and lust as it is, understands. 

I sit up, and you wrap your legs around me. I am now even deeper inside you, a feat I thought impossible until this point. We begin to move again, your hips lifting and falling, sliding easily over my smooth, hard skin. I bury my face in your breasts, sucking on your skin. My deep moans of pleasure vibrate against you, and your wrap your hands around my head, pushing me closer. We move faster now, speeding towards release. Your moans get louder, and they encourage me to move faster, deeper. Finally, I'm unable to hold back any longer. I come, my muscles contracting, releasing my seed deep, deep inside you. You hear my moans of pleasure, muffled against your breasts, then you hear your name, loudly, clearly, as I pick my head up, my mouth right next to your ear. Hearing your name, hearing my ecstasy, sends you over the edge, and I hear your gasps of breath and you come, covering my manhood with your juices, your muscles contracting around me, squeezing out of what little I have left. 

We wrap our arms around each other, holding each other tightly, our orgasms not yet finished. After what seems like forever, our muscles relax. I lift my chin off of your shoulder, and gaze into your eyes. We kiss briefly, before collapsing back onto the nest of pillows. We stay like this for a while, my erect manhood still buried inside you. After a minute, I begin to grow soft, so you roll off me, maintaining eye contact. Breathing heavily, we bask in the afterglow of our simultaneous orgasm, remembering the heights of each other's pleasure, urging the other on to even more intense pleasure. We stay like this for an eternity, neither one of us willing to break the moment, neither one of us wanting it to ever end. But as all things must, it does. You turn around, keeping my arm underneath you. I fit myself flush against your back, my other arm moving around your stomach, holding you as tightly as I can. I kiss your shoulder, lingering there for several seconds. We whisper our goodnights, and drift off to sleep just as the sun breaks the horizon.