0 comments/ 22499 views/ 7 favorites Can't Wait By: lizzie_g I felt wild. Flashing lights and loud music pounded through me and I moved with the beat, as if my body was divorced from my mind and only the music controlled my actions. My senses were fuzzy, like I was drunk or high but I wasn't, I was only intoxicated by the music, by the dark, by the rhythm of my own body. Crowds of people danced and writhed on either side of me, all around me, and I felt like the rest of the world was separate from this place, from the pulsing crowds, from the darkness, from the music. I was so entranced with the motion of my dancing I barely noticed a body separate itself from the surrounding crush and begin to move with me. He placed his hands on my hips, gently at first, then gripping me tighter as I ground against him. I raised my arms up, twining them around my head and his as we moved our bodies in tandem, feeling the beat of the music coursing through the both of us. His hands began to wander, one staying firmly on my hip as the other crept higher to circle my waist. Bold, driven by the power of the rhythm and the darkness I grabbed his hand and guided it beneath the hem of my shirt so I could feel his palms against my bare skin. I felt rather than heard the sharp intake of his gasp as he touched the curves of my hips without the obstruction of fabric. He bent his head slightly to breathe into my ear and my lips curved in a subconscious smile of pleasure as began to kiss my neck. My hands reached down to grab his and I twined my fingers through his and gripped tightly. He suddenly spun me around to face him, his arms encircling my back to hold me closer. I pressed my whole body against him and raised my face to kiss him, my tongue sliding between his lips as his mouth opened to meet mine. He ran his fingers through my hair and grabbed tightly, pulling, as I bit gently on his lower lip. I felt him get hard as I kept grinding against him to the pulsing rhythm of the music, our mouths still open wide with urgency as we kissed as hard we could. One hand moved forward from my back to caress my breasts, and as I wasn't wearing a bra my nipples immediately got hard. I felt him smile against my lips in response and he gave me a little pinch that sent tremors through my whole body; I rubbed more intensely against his erection as I felt myself grow more wet and excited. "Want to get out of here?" I panted into his ear, the only thing I said to him all night. "I can't wait," he replied, and I suddenly felt the wall against me; he had guided us to the back of the club and pushed me into a corner. I gasped, even more excited at the prospect of what we were going to do now. He kissed me, deeply, his hands still pulling on my hair with intensity. My hands slid under his arms and up to rest on his shoulders, and I gripped him as hard as I could to pull him closer. He broke off the kiss to move his lips to my neck, and I groaned out loud with the new flood of desire that left me practically senseless. With one hand he pulled down the neckline of my shirt to expose one breast; he lowered his lips and began to tease, breathing and licking around my nipples without actually touching the sensitive tips. There was a part of my mind that was aware of the fact that we were in a crowded club, that we might in fact have witnesses, but the thought made me bolder, made me want him even more. I pressed his head against me and he took the hint. He took my nipple into my mouth and began to suck it, hard, his tongue rippling back and forth. I threw my head back and moaned, which only encouraged him, causing him to grip my breast hard with his hand and bite down lightly on the nipple. I took his other hand and pulled it down to reach up my skirt. The conscious part of my mind thanked me for choosing to wear a miniskirt today as I guided his hand under my panties. I felt his groan as he spread apart the lips to reach inside me, to feel my hot wetness. As he touched me, gently, I reached out and unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. I slipped my hand inside his boxers to grip his erection, causing him to let out another moan of pleasure. The feel of my hand surrounding him seemed to push him over the edge. He pushed his body harder against me until I was pressed between him and the wall. He slipped one finger inside of me and began rubbing, adding a second finger and then a third. I began rubbing him harder as he touched his fingers to my g-spot, and then lost all thought at all as his thumb came up to brush against my clit. His mouth came up to meet mine and he kissed me fiercely, biting my bottom lip as the pressure built inside of me. My panting became shallower, faster, and he read my signals and began pulsing pressure against my g-spot harder and faster, rubbing my clit more intently until I felt the shuddering, pulsating waves of my orgasm overcome me. Before the feeling could begin to fade, I reached a hand around to press on the small of his back, to force him closer, to enter me. He pushed my panties aside and we moaned simultaneously as he pushed forward to fill me, as I surrounded him. I stretched one leg up to encircle his waist and his hands came down to grab my ass, lift me up so that he could enter me more easily. I moved my hips against him, and he moved his against me, to follow the pulsing beat of the music, still compelling both of us. My other leg came up to twine around him, and he grabbed me and held me up, pushing me up against the wall. I gripped his shoulders tightly, my nails digging into his muscles as he pumped rhythmically in and out of me, driving my pleasure higher, bringing me to the brink of another orgasm. I moaned into his ears as I felt again the full-body tremors of pleasure coursing through my veins. I felt at the same time his movements grow faster, more urgent. He gasped, his breathing coming more and more quickly, until his head collapsed on my shoulder and I could feel the pulsing of his orgasm inside of me. We remained that way for a moment; my legs around his waist, his hands gripping my ass and holding me off the ground, him inside of me. Then I began to stir, and he let me down. I reached up to run my fingers through his hair, to kiss him one more time. Then I broke off the kiss and slipped back into the crowd, to rejoin the dancers and the music. Can't Wait Just Watching This is my first entrant, so please be gentle with me... sub2silk. * * * * * i kneel in the room. i am not blindfolded, have no gag in my mouth, am not bound in any way. i am also not naked, but wear a pink silk thong panty, covering my shaved, erect penis and balls, i also wear a pair of hold-up stockings on my smoothly shaved legs. There is one other in the room, my Mistress. Her body, naked just moments before, is now shrouded with a white cotton robe, wet patches on the back, and the hips attain to the passion that has just been meted out to me. For some three hours i have been humiliated, raped, verbally abused, teased and tormented, and i thrilled at every moment of it. Her strap-on has been in my mouth, in my ass, Her crops and whips have touched my back, legs, shoulders and ass, my poor abused ass. Though i am free to do so, i do not speak to Her, do not draw any attention to myself, even as i long for more of Her attention. i am silent, waiting, watching. She moves through the room, picking up the toys that She used on me, the strap-on, the dildos, the whips, shackles, crops, paddles, and of course, the lingerie. As She bends down to the floor, Her robe falls open and i see glimpses of Her free breasts, not constrained by the black leather that She wore during our session. That black leather is now piled by the door, awaiting my attention later tonight, or perhaps tomorrow morning. As i watch Her i see how the muscles of Her lower leg move beneath Her skin, and i try to imagine what it would feel like. As Her skin glides over Her muscles, i think: Would it feel like the silk that flowed across my own skin, as Her skin surrounds me, would i be able to move freely beenath it, or would i be restrained, my movements limited? So many thoughts, so many fantasies filled my mind, with Her being the common thread. As this is our first real-life session, She has said the She would tidy up after us, and that i must watch, for in any subsequent session i would be the one to clear up the mess. As i watch i make a mental note of where the implements live, where She leaves the used clothing, Her leathers, and my lingerie. Finally, everything is back in its proper place, and She takes a deep-breath, looking toward me wearing a smile as She holds Her robe closed. "Now for act two!" She says. Still silent, i watch Her move to the hanging toys, stroking many of the items, some of which She had used, some of which She had not, yet. She knows that i still watch Her, knows that i tremble as i see Her caressing Her toys. She moves to Her wardrobe and opens the doors. In one side is a row of leather clothing, teddies, bras, pants, skirts, catsuits, boots, gloves, every item of clothing known for a Woman, all in black leather. In the other side, the complete opposite, the most feminine, sexy, silky lingerie and nightwear known to man, and some unknown to man. Bras, panties, stockings, garters, slips, camisole, nighties, pyjamas, robes, all either hanging on rails or arranged on shelving. i watched, needing Her to go to one of the sides, knowing that i had not choice as to where She would go. She moves to the lingerie, and i smile. She selects a bra, hold-up stockings, thong panties, a matching camisole and tap-panty set, and a range of silk scarves, these She leaves in a pile, on the chest of drawers. She turns and smiles at me, not saying a word. i watch Her return to the wardrobe, watch Her stop in front of the half filled with leather. She pulls out Her leather teddy, leather boots, and a pair of leather gloves, these She also leaves on the dressing table. Facing me again, She smiles, and crooks a finger in my direction. "It is time, come here, little one!". i watch Her smile, listening to Her, after 'act one', i dread 'act two', i dread it, and yet i don't, in fact i can't wait, can't wait just watching Her. Act two is another story, which will, one day, follow... Can't Wait Till You Cum Home Hey Big Guy, I know you are sitting in your last boring seminar right now so I thought I would send you a note on your Blackberry to remind you how much I miss you and your big, thick cock. It has been long 3 days since you left for Phoenix and my pussy can't wait for you to cum home tonight. Our phone sex last night helped a little since you talked me into cumming three times while you watched me finger myself and fuck myself with my new vibrator on our web cam. When you gave me the web cam for my birthday I wasn't all that excited but now that you can watch me pleasure myself while you're sitting in a hotel room thousands of miles away, I simply love it. I would rather you stroke your cock while watching me rather than a porno in your room. I know that porno's offer girl on girl action so I'm willing to have Beth over during your next trip for you to watch us. I'm sure she wouldn't mind being on the web cam if she knows it's for a good cause. She certainly doesn't mind when you watch us when you're home. I feel so sorry for you as you sit in the big, cold conference room in your stuffy suit listening to another boring speaker. I am lying completely nude by the pool right now in the warmth of the sun. My big tits and shaved pussy are soaking up the sun and I will have no tan lines by the time you get home tonight. I invited Beth over for some company and she will be here in an hour or so. At least Beth will help pass the afternoon along. Would you mind if she ate my pussy? I desperately need it licked because you have been gone for 3 days. I promise I'll still be horny when you cum home tonight. No matter how much Beth and I lick each other's pussies this afternoon I will still want your big, wonderful cock in my mouth and pussy as soon as you arrive home. I want it now so badly but I know I have to wait. Hurry to airport after your seminar so you don't miss your flight. I will be at our airport waiting to pick you up. I will be wearing your favorite sundress but I will not have a bra or panties on. Even though you will be tired I will ask you to drive us home. As soon as we are in the car I will unzip your pants and take your cock out. It would be nice if you accidentally lost your boxers sometime on the way home. A restroom trashcan would be a perfect new home for them. They are probably old and I have been meaning to buy you new ones anyway. I will start by stroking your cock as we pull out of the parking garage and you hand the attendant the ticket to pay. I don't care if the ticket lady sees me stroking your big cock while you pay her. I think more women should have the pleasure of seeing your monster at least once. Maybe we should take some pictures of it nestled between my tits and post them on the internet. Once we are on the road I will lower my lips and tongue to your cock and start to lick the entire length of your shaft. When we reach the highway I will begin sucking your cock like I have missed it for a month not just 3 days. I hope you will be able to keep the car on the road. We will travel down the highway for next 20 minutes I will continue to suck your cock until we exit the highway on the road that takes us to our house. Your cock will be on the verge of exploding by now but I will not let it even though I would love to feel your thick white load coating the back of my throat. When we are on the road that takes us to our house I will lift my sundress over my head to expose my naked tits and pussy for you. My tits will be heaving with lust and my nipples will be erect. My pussy will be soaked. I will take your hand and place it on my swollen clit so you can feel my wetness. You may tease it if you wish. I will place my own hands on my breasts, kneading and massaging them as we drive along. I will want you to speed home so you can bury your long thick cock in my hot, wet pussy but I won't be able to wait another 15 minutes. We will approach the high school that sits on the bend in the road and I will ask you to pull in the parking lot and drive around back near the baseball field. It will be well past 9 by then and no one will be around. We will get out of the car and into the warm sticky summer air. I will lie on the hood of the car where you can fuck me until your big cock unloads its wad deep into my pussy. My tits will be bouncing as you thrust your cock in and out of me. I know how much you like to watch my tits bounce while you fuck my pussy. We will eventually make it home and we will go for a quick dip in the cool pool but don't be surprised if I need your cock again before bed. I have missed it the last 3 days and have to make up for lost time. I should probably end my e-mail now and let you get back to your seminar. Beth just got here and wants me to put lotion on her. Her tits are so round and firm. No wonder you like stroking your cock while we fondle each other's tits when we make out. I hope you can make it through the rest of the seminar and I'll see you and your cock at the airport. Love, Ms Tits Can't Wait to Get Home Waiting to meet you at the station my stomach keeps fluttering. I keep thinking of that slow smile you have, how it reaches your eyes first, then spreads. I think of the last time we were together, the last kiss we had at a very different station, how it sent that strong thick current of electricity through my centre all the way to between my trembling legs. My eyes dart between the crowds, and the arrivals board. Not many people know they exist, let alone look at them, but I have been here for half an hour already. I started by pacing, then treated myself to a Starbucks -- some excuse about needing the energy. I've run my hands over my hair enough to calm me, but stopped because I can't make it too greasy -- you'll be running your hands through it soon enough. Now though, now I just stand still, waiting, feeling the crowds move around me, not caring whose path I might be in. Usually I'd watch the people, but every muscle in my body is waiting for a platform number -- your train's due in only 4 minutes, it must come soon. Suddenly the board refreshes, and the number pops up -- I've positioned myself right in the middle of the station, where I can get to all platforms quickly without having to run or jostle through crowds. I check it twice, before walking, not running, quickly and with a little swing to my step, towards your platform. I'm thankful of my boots being comfortable, and of the little boost they give me, not only in height so I can reach your lips more easily, but in confidence. I shouldn't be nervous but I am. Sliding through the crowds, I know the station well enough that I know exactly where I'll wait as soon as I see the platform sign. I shift my bag further onto my shoulder, and pull my iPhone out of my jeans pocket. I stand and lean against a timetable sign, planning to look nonchalant as you appear from the platform -- toying with not even looking up, just waiting for you. But that's just facade, and I realise it has no place with you. We're just as excited as each other, and it's ok -- more than ok. So I put my iPhone away, and return to what I want to do -- staring intently at the still empty platform. When your train pulls in my body straightens, like a gundog ready for the shots to be fired. My heart hammers in my ears louder than the muffled announcers voice over the tannoy. I start wondering which carriage you're in, should I have asked, how long will it take you to pick up your bags, be ready. Will you be as excited as I am? Doubts run through my head ... until I see you, head above everyone else, emerge from a carriage half way down. The very sight of you makes my muscles relax, and I walk towards the platform, threading through the throng coming off the train towards the gates -- not so close as to get mown over, but close enough. I know the moment you see me, because your face lights up, and your eyes even from 50 feet make me melt. My leg jitters impatiently as you get ever closer. Your ticket's in your hand, your bags on your back, you're getting ever closer -- ticket through the gate... and you come up short. The ticket ejects back at you -- you've put it in the wrong way perhaps -- your eyes have been on me. I can't help but giggle and more of my tension releases. Then you're through and I dart past a group of kids and into your arms, forgetting the world but for hooking my arms around you and pressing my lips to yours. And there it is. That kiss. It's everything I remember, familiar somehow and yet fresh. I feel your lips curve at the same time mine do, open my eyes to see you looking straight into mine, and my world feels right. I have to break the kiss just to laugh with happiness, it's too much for a smile to contain. Your hand cups my face softly as I laugh, and I lean gently into it -- your head tilts with mine and you lean down for another kiss. My hands slip from your neck round your back, and I pull you close, tearing myself away from the kiss only to bury my face in your chest and breathe deeply. I need that moment to stop the giddy feeling. "Shall we?" I pull reluctantly away, aware there's probably a small and scattered audience watching, but keep one arm around you and steer you towards the exit. As we walk I have to keep tearing my eyes off your face so I know where we're going, but it's hard every time. I plant kisses on your arm, and pull you as close as possible without tripping us both up. Walking down the steps is impossible linked as we are, so my hand finds yours instead, and I feel like a school girl, like I could start swinging our arms together and skipping -- if it weren't quite so silly to do. Once we're on the pedestrian part of the Southbank, I pull you towards the edge overlooking the river, and turn my back to it. I let your hand drop, and mine go to your neck, to pull you in for another kiss. Your hands slide round my waist, and I feel incredibly feminine and almost delicate in them. Even though I probably need not, I go up on tiptoe, and though you probably expect me to kiss your socks off, I don't. I stop, about an inch from you, and just look into your eyes for a moment. They smile at me so softly, and then just as a question is about to appear in them, I ever so lightly kiss your bottom lip, smile, then your top... I'm half teasing, half unable to keep kissing as the smiles take control of my lips. I see a change in your eyes as the teasing becomes slightly too much, and you kiss me fully, melding our lips together again and again... your arms wrap round my waist and pull me close, and my hands grasp your shoulders. My legs feel like they're about to give, but you've got me, between the railings and you, I won't fall. You wouldn't let me, so I give myself over to the kiss. Let it seep into my bones and warm me. And then I feel a pressure -- pushing lightly against my lower stomach, it makes my smile reappear -- but this time it's a different smile. I lean back slightly with my upper body only, not losing contact, and cock an eyebrow at you. "Pleased to see me?" "Oh yes." you murmur, and run your thumb over my lips, down my neck. I shiver, as you knew I would, and any part of me that wasn't tingling starts. Suddenly an idea springs upon me -- "Can you walk?" I wink at you. Your eyes go up for a moment as you concentrate and shake your head, chuckling. I slide out from between you and the railings and turn to look at the river, not touching you for the first time since we kissed at the station. I smile to myself, blissfully happy, and feeling my body get even more excited at the idea I've just had. I lean my head on your shoulder for a moment, savouring the peace, planning, hoping, and then decide you must be fine by now, and if you're not, well it's your problem. Taking your hand again, I walk with purpose, not answering any questions you have as to where we're going. A few minutes later, I pull us to the side of the people walking along the embankment and look up at you. "Are you feeling as naughty as I am?" "Yes" - your voice purrs through my body. "Well, I might have a solution -- if you're game?" "Go on..." "Do you trust me?" you cock your head in accordance. "Ok." - and we're off again. We round the corner and I glance up at you as you see what I have in mind. We've just stepped off the beaten track and there's a small park, empty but for a couple of people taking a shortcut through it. And it's got a lot of trees. Some of which, have some very long branches. Almost down to the ground. I glance around, giggle at your face, and duck under them, tugging you along behind me. Then I drop your hand, and my bag, and lean against the tree trunk, one foot bracing myself on it. I can't help but lick my lips as I watch you look around, not quite believing. And then your bag's on the floor and you're advancing on me, and your hands are in my hair and your lips are on mine and my world spins madly as my arms go round you. I can barely breathe for kissing when your lips leave mine, and stray to my neck. One of your hands slides up my side, brushing my breast lightly before you rest it on my collar bone gently, and your fingers stroke the other side of my neck. Just as you knew, somehow, from the start that I like. My hands instinctively run over your back, grasping and stroking intermittently depending on how much my body responds to your kissing. And then your hand slides slightly round my neck and your thumb is crossing over the front of my throat to the other side, and your lips stop and my breath falters. My fingers cling onto you for support as I wait... knowing I should stop moving, somehow just understanding that if nothing else. You lean back slightly and look at me; "Are you sure? Because if you're not I can stop now..." The care in your eyes makes me want you more, in a strange way -- and it was too late from the moment I remembered this place for me. I can already feel a pulse beating between my legs, and know you'll find me ready when you explore. "I know -- Mr Will Power." I smile at you... "but it's too late for me... please, don't stop." And that's all the assent you need. One of your hands slides into my jeans and caresses my ass, the other still on my neck... you kiss me deeply, lips playing with mine. My hands are busy already -- pulling you towards me so I can feel your erection push against my body, know how much you want me, want this, now. When I feel the insistence press against me something in me gives, and my hands fly to your belt, fumbling and cursing men's clothing as I pull it open, undo the buttons on your jeans, and slide my hand in to hold you. Not skin on skin -- not yet. Through material I can already feel the heat, the wetness of your expectation. I circle my thumb around the head of your cock, watching your eyes roll back in your head slightly as I do so, loving the sight. When I stop circling, and just hold you, enjoying the moment, it's clearly too much for you. My jeans are undone before I know it, and your hand slides in the front, your knee pushing mine to the side so my legs part. I can't help but moan as you cup your hand round my mound, letting just your middle finger push slightly against me. I see surprise in your eyes and my head tilts questioningly "You're soaking!" you say huskily. "I know -- your fault." I tease back, and am rewarded with a further push of your middle finger. I gasp and my knees almost give. Reluctantly, I pull away slightly, forcing your hand out of my jeans -- you pout at me, but I murmur "No, this time it's your turn first," and with my back still to the trunk, I glance around before I drop to my knees, and free you. I take a short moment just to smile at how much the sight of your cock turns me on, before glancing up at you -- I'm sure you like the sight of me near it, let alone the anticipation of what I'm about to do to it. Still looking you in the eyes, I take you in my hand and bring your head towards my lips -- brushing them slightly with your pre-cum. Then my tongue slides out between them and circles you gently, my hand still grasping you, as I flex my tongue around you going further and further down the head until you're in my mouth. I hear you moan slightly, and feel I can't make you wait anymore -- my mouth slides down the shaft of your cock, taking as much of you as I can fit easily into my mouth, and I suck, just once, just quickly. My teasing makes me laugh a little and the murmured amusement vibrates through you, as I begin to suck with more commitment. Slowly at first, gently, my mouth sliding up and down you, then as your hands fall into my hair, gently entangling in them, not heavy but with an insistence that I must not stop, I increase speed and power. I feel you fill my mouth, take you as far in as I can, deep into my throat, and stop for just a second, letting you look, letting you feel that encompassment before I resume my action, sucking, swirling my tongue around you, up and down your cock until you gasp "I'm going to come" and for just a second I suck as hard as I can. I feel you harden further as I do, and then your come hits the back of my throat, washing into my mouth with force as I swallow it down, now just gentle with my sucking, just to make sure I've got the lot... I slowly take my mouth from you, kissing the end and watching the slight jerk of reaction as I do. I stand, and you help me up then lean against me and the tree trunk. It is at this moment I remember where we are -- and a thrill goes through me. I have a slight sense of smugness that I just did that for you in a park, so close to so many people, without being caught. While I'm mulling that over contentedly, you have readjusted yourself and taken a deep breath -- and catch me unawares when you kiss me. My smile melts into your lips and my heart quickens once again, as your hand slips back into my jeans. "Now it's your turn." You smile at me. The insistence of the final word from your lips makes me swoon slightly, and I'm all yours. Your hand is now within my knickers, one finger pushing between my lips, and I lean my head back against the tree trunk to watch your face as you discover I'm even more sopping wet than before. Your finger almost has no option but to continue sliding past my lips and into me. But you stop just as I tense -- and glance over your shoulder. "No, no!" my words come with heavy breaths and a desperation "No-one's there, it just feels so good I jolted." You laugh and kiss my neck as my arms go round your shoulders and your finger continues it's course into me. You find me slick and ready, and I tighten around your finger as it slides in, my moans quiet enough for our location, but loud in your ear. You pull back to watch as my head falls to one side, my legs struggling to keep me upright and somehow fighting to pull me further away from you and further onto your finger at the same time. And then you pull out -- my eyes fly open and at you in alarm, not at the prospect of being caught, by this point I couldn't care less, but at the fact that you've stopped. Your laugh makes me want to melt into your arms and hit you at the same time -- "you tease, you can't do that." "Oh yes I can... I can do this too..." and suddenly the same finger is pressing against my clit lightly. Not moving. Just pressing gently. Waves of pleasure run through me and I can't tell you off anymore, can't think of anything but the pulsing of my clit against your finger -- or is it you pushing against my clit with your finger? I couldn't care any less but I need to come badly.. and you see that in my eyes. You slide two fingers inside me, I'm so wet it's easy, and curl them towards you, searching for the point -- there it is -- where my body shudders. My hands are wildly flying across your body, half using you to stay upright, half unable to control their feelings. You plunge your fingers deep inside me, and massage -- and watch as my chest and face flush with the orgasm that's building -- feel my leg hook around you as I try to allow you better access, and feel as my pussy tightens around your fingers... and then -- the tightening turns to spasms. The wave fills me, turns me inside out, and wipes everything but you from my consciousness. You feel me fill with more wetness, feel the shudders rock my body from inside to out, and my cry rings out through the branches as I come around your hand. It wracks through me with such intensity you have to support me with your other arm, my legs give way, and you ease out of me, even as I'm still twitching, to lower us both onto the floor. I lean against you, flushed and breathing heavily -- after 30 seconds I can just about manage to get out words "I hope you're pleased with yourself badger." You lean down and kiss me softly, caressing my face as you do, and I melt all over again. "Not as pleased as I'll be when I get you home my horny angel."