0 comments/ 16320 views/ 2 favorites Cigarette?? By: Mouse "So tell me about that dream...!" he said as he roughly pushed me into position, on my knees, hands behind my back. "Ummmm...well...well, it was at faire...in the woods." I smiled up at him sweetly and he cuffed my hands together, knowing that the invisible restraint of this position is far stronger than the cuffs. I will not move till he tells me to, whether I want to or not. "Where in the woods?" Now he ties the blindfold around my eyes, fully aware that this will heighten all of my other senses. "On the long path, up past the stage, in a clearing. You tied me to a tree, with my legs spread and my hands above my head. Then John materialized and the two of you had your way with me for hours and hours. I woke up in a cold sweat, panting." "Now, where is that rope...is that what you'd like, silly little slave, to be tied to a tree and used like a whore, not just by me, but by another man as well?" He was moving around the room at this point. I could hear him, but I had no idea where he was. Suddenly I felt his hand slap my ass as he shoved a dildo into my cunt. "Now be a good little slave and keep that there till I tell you that you can let it go." With that he turned it on and I realized that it wasn't a dildo at all, but a soft, pliable vibrator. I felt myself get even wetter and I wondered how long he would make me wait for my first orgasm tonight. I let out a little moan then heard the hiss before the CRACK of the riding crop hitting my rump. It was somewhere between pain and pleasure as I felt the sting on my ass and the vibrations rocking my pussy. I knew I deserved quite a whipping tonight, I'd been rather naughty. "A good slave knows that she may only make noise when her master tells her to. Now be good and beg for your whipping." And with that I asked for and received another twenty lashes with the riding crop. The whipping ended as suddenly as it had begun and I was again in the middle of the bed, not knowing where he was or what was going to happen next. The vibrator was driving me wild but I knew not to voice my pleasure or there would be worse punishment in store for me. I then felt my master grip the back of my head and push his cock into my mouth. Like a greedy little slave I gobbled up this treat and began sucking. I licked and sucked the whole length back into by throat, then let it out and nibbled and licked it all over the head and shaft. This continued on for quite a while, till I felt him start to lose control. He pulled out of my mouth and walked away. I began to cry for want of him at this point, the tears rolling silently down my face. The vibrations in my pussy, coupled with my raw hunger for him were making me crazy. He came close and brushed my tears away, saying tenderly "Don't cry my little slave, it won't be long now. I do not intend to punish you forever." Once again, I had no clue as to his location in the room or what was going to happen next. I could hear him, smell him, feel him all around me, but I had no idea of what he was doing. After just a few moments I felt my master unlock my hands and push me down onto my chest, again locking my wrists, but this time to the bedposts. My ass was in the air and I felt so vulnerable. He could do anything to me right now, and he did. I felt his hand come down several times on my already sore ass, making the angry red welts hurt even more exquisitely. He then reached down and slipped the vibrator from my pussy, slipping down further to caress me for just a second before moving away. Then I felt his soft tongue touch my rosebud, making me slick and wet. Just as I was beginning to get almost too excited, his tongue moved away and was replace by the tip of a well lubed butt-plug as he began to ease it into my tight hole. My master had never penetrated me like this before. As he was slipping it all the way in my master reached down and shoved two fingers deep into my pussy. I longed to cum right then but didn't, knowing I would be severely punished for disobeying my master like that. My master moved away and I could hear him repositioning himself behind me, although I could not feel him, yet. I was beginning to adjust to the feeling of fullness in my ass. All at once I felt him pressing against me, slipping his cock over my pussy, rubbing up against my clit for just a moment, then I felt him enter me in one quick thrust, suddenly plunging all the way into me. I felt as though I would certainly explode, any moment, from this feeling. "What a good slave girl you are, bucking up against me like that. You may cum, but only once for now. You need not be silent." "Yes Master" I uttered and with that I began to cum in great tidal waves, sweeping through me with the motion of his thrusts, till I was screaming and chewing on the pillow to control myself. My master slowed down, rocking just slightly inside of me, letting me regain my composure a bit. As by breathing started to slow he sped up again, building till I was about to cum again, then slowing again as he reached down to pinch my nipples and rub my clit for a moment. I moaned loudly and began to buck violently against him, knowing that he would not punish me now. My master was going to cum any second now and would expect me to cum with him. My pussy tightened around him as I began to cum, knowing that his movements meant that he was about to explode. "AAARRRGGGHHH" he shouted as he grabbed my hips and pounded into me, then collapsed atop me, panting and heaving, in the grip of an amazing orgasm. Still inside me, my master reached up and unclasped my hands, bringing my now limp figure into a soothing bear hug. We were still rocking slightly, still pulsing with aftershocks as he pulled out and turned me around to face him, removing the butt-plug from my ass. He gives me a warm smile as I say..."Cigarette?" Cigarettes & Coffee one The dark night creeps slowly over my weary soul. My sandal feet rise and fall lifelessly. Walking on a crowded noisy street, yet deserted and silent. Sounds blend to become one. Then suddenly shatters. Sitting in a corner of a dimly lit café. Tired eyes watched the faces. That was mostly lost behind the blanket of smoke that lazily rose from the cigarettes of smokers. Dim shaded lights hung, motionless from the ceiling. The flames of candles in colored multifaceted glasses dance endlessly. Pop-art and abstract paintings decorate the rust brick walls. Numb ears listen carefully to the music that flows distantly through the café. Melo jazz, mournful blues, an erotic poem. The whispers of others, the thunderous applause or the sudden silence. My hand welcomes the feel of a new friend. Eyes happy to look at her beauty. Nostrils tickled by her dreamy fragrance. A new friend that moves with grace, whose eyes glitter like snowflakes in the moonlight. Her laughter warms the soul. In our silence we fed on each others presence. In speech we quench our thirst with each others voice. Our fourth cup of coffee is now cold. The musicians had just left. The customers are few, burning eyes and fading perfume, an empty cigarette package, an ashtray full of butts. Now walking out of the dark café into the blinding brightness of the early morning sun. We held hands as we picked our way thru crowds of people going to work, the noise of the traffic penetrates our ears that long for sweet silence. We retreat into a restaurant for toast with jam and tea, at times laughter would gust from us without control. Weariness began to enfold us in its heavy blanket of non comfort, laying a heavy finger on our eyelids. From restaurant to a cab. We drove along the city streets in silence for our tongues refused to move. Her head on my shoulder, hand in hand, our eyes shut out the sights out the city, our ears half listen to the cars going by. From the cab to my pad and we embraced behind closed doors. two From the cab we climb a flight of stairs. Upon reaching the door. I dug my hand into the bag at my side to take out the keys. Excitement made my hand shake and I fumbled with the lock until I was successful. We step inside. The fading fragrance of incense touched our nostrils. The tranquility and coolness wrapped themselves around us. For me it was like the embrace of a lover from whom I have been away from for too long. I welcome the feeling as it welcomes me. I reach out ever so softly and embrace my new friend, gently bringing her against my body, our body touch and sweet sensation flood my body as her hand slide around my waist. Eyes that for a moment had a lost look, looks up into mine. The kiss that follows refreshed my weary soul. It drew music from the silence. Light from the darkness. It increases my hunger for more of her sweetness. With the kiss came caresses. With the caresses came the need to feel bare skin. There in the living room we slowly and freely undress each other. In the living room we let our hungry eyes feed on each others nakedness. There was much beauty to be seen on such an early morning. To deprive myself of a moment glance would be quite destructive on my part. So I devour every inch of her with my eyes until I was well fed. My hands cry for the true touch it had been deny. I heard them cry out their torment, envious of the eyes. But not for long. She came forward to satisfy the hunger of her hands. She let her hands dance over my body. I set my hands free to feed. We stood touching, caressing and whispering how soft and smooth the skin feels. We compliment the pleasant curves. Giggling when an over sensitive spot was touched. We teased and delight. Feeding the passion that burns within. Another embrace, another kiss, hand in hand and laughing floated into the shower. We washed away fading perfume and cologne, the perspiration of a long hot Summer night. Allowed our hands to linger at certain places. Fingers slide over mounts. Wraps around a column. Venturing into crevices. At times we stood still in each others arm, wanting to melt and merge while the water made detours where our bodies touch. Somewhat refresh, we walk back to the bedroom. Heavy oversized curtains block the sunlight. A dim blue light gave the room a moonlit glow, incense spreads its outdoors aroma through the room. An open tape player oozes soft jazz seasoned with blues and flavored with soul. A firm bed that took our bodies. Once again we fed the passion of our body with passionate kisses, gentle caresses, whispered instructions and suggestions. Our lips and tongue gave what pleasure they could. Soft moans and groans escaped into the room. Yet all that we gave was only a sample of what we had to offer. What had been simmering all night was ready to boil. How sweet in was to lay between her thighs. Marvelous was the feel of her warm hand as she guides my rigid column to her moist crevice. A moment of hesitation to embrace its hot moistness. A slow thrust of the hips. The pussy yields. The prick penetrates. Slow was the tempo of the music. Slow was our cadence as we move against each other. Our intensified passion boosts our rhythm. Our moan and groan flowed steadily. Nail and teeth breaks flesh. Beads of perspiration burns fresh wounds. Caught in orgasmic fervor we held tightly to each other and cried out our satisfaction. Panting in contentment we laid side my side, there was no need for words, for awhile cigarettes glowed in the semi-darkness of the room. We cuddled and surrendered to sleep. Awake I watched her sleep, there was no resisting the desire to let my eyes feed on her naked beauty. I gave in to my weakness and touched her. That led to caressing her body. Innocent kisses on the cheek lead to more kissing. That led to my caressing her breasts with my lips and tongue. Her soft moans became music to my ears. Her hands on my body delight me. Again I settle between her open thighs and felt them closed on me. She was the guide and I followed where she led. She led me to her sweet pleasures and I glided in. Well rested and free of our primal hunger, we played long in our wonderland of pleasure then laid exhausted after our monumental orgasmic gust. Again we welcome the coolness of a shower to wash the sweat of our play away. A moment of privacy for her to prepare herself. We ate a snack that I prepared. In the atmosphere of familiar sadness, in the livingroom where we had abandon our clothing, we dressed in silence. At the door there was an embrace, a kiss, a promise of future meeting and a good bye. I watched my friend, my lover walks down the stairs, a turn of the head, a smile, a wave of the hand and she was gone. The dark night creeps slowly over my joyous soul, my sandal feet rise and fall with life, walking on a crowded noisy street, I became aware of faces and sounds that blends to become one continuous melody of life. Cigarettes and Perfume I can never figure out why I still come here. Yvonne's has got to be the last place I should come to when I'm bored. I'm still not sure whether to call this place a hole-in-the-wall club or hole-in-the-wall bar or a combination of both but I do know one thing; this place has great music…despite the smoke. I can't stand the smoke. Being a non-smoker it sucks for me because I have to deal with it just to enjoy some good live music but at the rate the radio is declining I think I'm going to be dealing with this more and more as time goes on. I remember some years ago I saw this story on the news that some lady who worked at a bar for about 20 years caught lung cancer and didn't even smoke. Won a big settlement and I'm hoping she's alive now. I think if something similar were to happen to me I would just have the place ban smoking instead of bankrupting the business. I really do love the music at Yvonne's that much and I guess my only real problem is dealing with the fact that the smokers do too. Not to many 26 year olds spend their Wednesday nights listening to live soul and blues music played by local groups but then again, not too many of my peers aren't smoking either. Tonight, Flowers are performing a laundry list of covers ranging from Norah Jones, Brandy, Christina Aguilera and Maroon 5. There are three of the most beautiful girls singing with their own band and for some reason they make me love all of the songs they sing even more than I already do. It's a no-brainer to buy a CD of their original material whenever one comes out. I'm usually always the only person who can recite their songs word for word and I think the lead singer, Iris, notices every time. It's always dark in here but she still sees me and it's hard for me not to notice a star on the stage. I thought that tonight would make a great night for me to ask her out and I was fully prepared to after hearing her sing Anita Baker's "Sweet Love." It almost seemed like the air was clear after she sang that song and she even smiled at me after her performance. There's never too many people here on a Wednesday so it's not hard to think that she was just smiling and happened to be looking in my direction…still, a single guy has needs and 8 months is a shitty amount of time to go without girlfriend. I haven't been sexless though, lucky me, just lonely at night. I was determined not to let that happen tonight and I had no idea how real that thought was going to be. As the performance ended I clapped to show my appreciation and stared right at Iris, almost letting her know that I was mostly applauding her. Just then I felt my phone vibrate on my hip indicating a text message coming in. It was surprising because it was a number I wasn't familiar with but the person seemed to be familiar with me. Cigarettes and Perfume "So, now you have my number and you know I have yours since technically, that's my phone. The rules are still the same I just need you back in this with me again and no trying to disappear. I love you too much to let you go, James." I hesitated. Thinking of Iris I replied, "I already know, Tory. But you know as long as you're married this can't go on forever. At some point I have to have a life and a family of my own with a wife that can sleep in my bed every night and not just when planned. If we don't get married this will have to stop and I don't see you divorcing his money any time soon." She smiled at me, grabbed me by the shirt and kissed me deeply. I may like the smell of cigarettes and perfume but I hate kissing a smoker. It tastes like an ashtray and I haven't even kissed one of those to know it. The feeling was nice though. "James, you may have a certain level of control over me and a part of that is because of love you as much as I do. But understand one thing, this will stop when I say it will stop and I don't see that happening any time soon. Goodnight, James. I'll call you tomorrow." Damn. What have I gotten myself back into?