2 comments/ 12577 views/ 1 favorites Candlelit By: MatthewKnight This is the night he becomes addicted to it. It is going to infiltrate his daily life. It will influence the way he drinks his coffee, the way he cleans himself, the way he eats his meals. He will no longer be able to experience pleasure without adding the little extra from tonight. She lures him to her place with the promise of a surprise. When he arrives, she greets him in a sheer night gown. It is satin and radiates the softness of her body. It grips the contours of her frame hugging each curve closely, smoothly, embracing her the way he does. She begins, leading him to the bedroom. He can make out the shape of her ass as it dances beneath the swaying fabric and he's elated with its perfection. When he enters the bedroom, he see what must be, dozens and dozens of lit candles. Seeing the fire illuminate her luscious body ignites in him a primal longing he hasn't felt for some time. As she takes him to the bed, little flickers of the fire dance, cheering the two lovers on. She tells him to sit. She will take care of the rest. She pulls his shirt up and over his broad shoulders, softly kissing his neck and chest. She withdraws his belt, gripping the leather firm and yanking it from the center of his crotch. He eases back and revels in the satisfaction that she is his. She takes off his shoes. She takes off his socks. Then, still on her knees, she lets her arms crawl up his legs and reach for his zipper. She draws it down slowly between her thumb and forefinger as the rest of her hand cradles his package through the pants. She undoes the button on top, freeing his swollen dick. It leaps up, raising his boxers, and putting a grin on her face. She lowers her head down, draping her hair against his bulge. He savors the feel of her hair brushing against his cock. With one strong pull she has his pants off. She instructs him to lay flat on the bed. He does as told and is strewn across the sheets, just his boxers trying in vain to contain his enflamed manhood. She walks across the room and opens the top drawer of her dresser. He admires how the shadows seem to be having a lively cocktail party on the walls behind her, as she removes something from the drawer. She comes back to the bed with two red scarves. She lifts them at the ends and drags them against his heavy chest. They are as soft and delicate as the slip she was wearing. They feel smooth and tenderly feminine. "What are those..." She stops him mid-sentence, pressing her finger against his lips. He tries to kiss it but she withdraws too fast. She takes his right hand and drags it up the side of her body, with his palm facing away from her frame. From her thighs to her hips, past her breasts, over her collar bone, across her neck, and through her hair, only the back of his hand is allowed to feel her. With his arm stretched up over his head, she places it firmly against the wooden headboard. Using her other hand, she grabs one of the scarves, and with the expertise of an eagle scout, knots his wrist to the frame. And then his other arm, the same motions, against the other side of her supple body. She kisses both of his hands, sliding her nightgown covered, erect nipples over his lips moving from left to right. Then she kisses his wrists, sliding her breasts across his chest from right to left. Then his forearms. Then his biceps. Then each shoulder. Each kiss, gentle and warm, just like the candlelight of the room. She kisses his torso, chest, abdomen, and hips, tasting every corner of each side, swaying her breasts over his twitching member each time she crosses his body. She moves to thighs and calves, bathing him in her kisses. His cock aches to be caressed, but his hands are imprisoned. She is the only salvation in sight. After she kisses his entire body, she leans up over him. She slides the fingers of both hands down into the elastic waist band of his boxers and grips tight. With a carnal stare, she asks, "Are you ready?" He answers with an affirmative flick of his hard cock toward her. She pulls down his boxers, and his manhood violently springs free. She begins kissing his thighs and inner hips as her hair circles against his dick. She kisses the left parts of his sack, she kisses the right. She can feel them tight, ready to burst. Each time she presses her skin and hair against his hard-on it feels softer than his silk shackles. Then she stops. She gets up and goes back to the dresser, but she doesn't open the drawer. She looks over her shoulder at him, again with her coy smile, as he lay naked and helpless, chained to her bed. She turns around holding one of the larger candles. It glows around her, giving her an angelic halo of beauty. She comes to him. "With each drop you take, I give." Then she puts her arm high above his body, with the candle outstretched. "Understood?" He nods, drunken with lust. She tilts her wrist slightly, and the liquid slides, finally with one drop breaking free of the candle. It rolls quickly across the side and drops to his chest. The initial pain shocks him out of his dizzy, dreamlike comfort. It brings all the pain to the surface of his skin, coming from within. The shiver of pain and excitement ripple out from the point of contact just as an orgasm sends sensation pulsating through the entire body. With his chest heaving from the pain, he feels her lean down over his crotch. The tip of her tongue pokes into the base of his cock, just above his aching balls. Next, she moves the rest of her tongue, so it is completely stretched along his shaft. He is so sensitive he can feel the bumps of her tongue and the waves of heat that ebb and flow with her breath. At first she just leaves her tongue there, breathing slowly. Then she gradually walks it up his stiffness, circling around the head of his cock. The head is purple, muscles contracting, beating like a heart. They lock eyes, and she lifts the candle again. A few drops this time, assaulting his body. It makes him feel alive, invigorated, like a rousing speech given to soldiers just before they take to the battle field. Then, again, she runs her tongue around him, this time twisting around his cock like a stripper sliding down a pole. More wax, more of her sweet mouth's caress. Each time, bringing him closer to the point of no return. He begins to get turned on by the hot burn of the candle as much as he is by her tender licks. His chest is covered in wax, like a plate of armor, his skin red and almost blistering. She senses he is on the verge, precum oozing from the tip, when she cradles it in her mouth. "Are you ready, baby? Are you ready to cum in my mouth?" He can barely stutter the word, "Please." She takes his entire member in her mouth, he feels it sliding deep down her throat. She lifts her head, and begins stroking his hard dick vigorously, the candle in her other hand. Her tongue feverishly works the bulb of his cock. Her mouth salivates over him, wet and sloppy. She mumbles, mouth full of cock, "Cum for me, baby. Cum in my mouth." She feels his balls tense up. She feels the surge of ejaculate racing through his shaft. Timed perfectly, she turns the candle completely upside down. Wax splatters, erupting volcanically over him, as his cock erupts the same. He fills her mouth, as pain and pleasure possess his entire body. He writhes against the satin cuffs, overwhelmed by sensation. He feels he had tasted life for the first time. Now he craves that feeling. He is addicted. That pleasure and that pain, together, united. He drinks his coffee so hot he burns his tongue. He takes his shower, while the cold handle remains dormant. He douses his food in sriracha and chilies. Everything is now done, searching for a taste of what he felt that night. Candlelit Perfection You enter the door and find a magnificently decorated room. The soft glow of the innumerable candles compliments it well. You survey the room and the curtains softly blowing in the breeze catches your eyes. You look through the open doors and find my figure on the balcony. It's impossible for me to not to have heard you come in but I have made no effort to turn and face you. You deliberately drop your keys on the table but I still show no response. This puzzles you…so you walk towards me. The clear night sky reveals a perfect full moon and millions of brilliant stars, each reflected by the sea below. The waves gently tumble onto the beach below, producing a hypnotic sound. As you reach the balcony, the scene in the near distance captures your attention as well. Perfect nights such as this were created for lovers to share. Soon enough, I feel your soft kisses on my neck and shoulders as you lightly run your fingers down my arms. The combined effect causes my body to shiver with pleasure. You grasp me tightly and turn me around. The sight of you excites me and more passionate kisses ensue. We begin to sway to the music…but I pull away. "No kissing, no touching," I whisper. Wordlessly, you sit on the edge of the bed…disappointed. I dance for you, around you, even occasionally on you…but never with you. The candles flicker, the waves roll, and your pulse begins to match the Spanish beat as you watch my teasing movements with great care. As I twirl in the soft light, my short dress rises revealing more and more of my skin to the cool night air. As you release soft moans with each movement, I notice your mounting distress. I allow you to join me and soon I am lost in the sensations of your warm breath against my skins. I close my eyes and take in your caresses. The song ends and the music changes. We stop our movements, but you quickly take me in your arms. Breathlessly, you lay me down on the massive bed luxuriously draped in satin. I watch as your eyes do what your fingers, your hands have yet to do. With each passing minute, your eyes reveal another item carefully removed, yet carelessly thrown to the floor. I invite you to come closer…to begin, but you hesitate as if trying to reciprocate the torture of the sensuous dances to the Spanish lullabies. To my disappointment, you slowly withdraw until you have completely left the room. What seems like an eternity passes but you finally return. Your jacket and tie have been removed. The breeze catches your open shirt and blows it about softly. You carry a silver bowl that has hints of red brimming from the top. As you sit down, I see that the red is indeed strawberries. Excited, I sit up, but just as quickly, you place your hand on my chest and gently lay me back down. "Let me please you," you whisper and I concede to your wishes. Content with my reaction you reach into the bowl and fish out a strawberry. You bring it to my mouth and I quickly partake. You find another one and feed it to me, this time, however your finger lingers a little, long enough for me to kiss it. As you feed me another one, your other hand has begun to caress my calves. With each strawberry, your fingers remain for a little while longer. Soon enough I begin to devour them with as much intensity as the strawberries. In the same time, your other hand has been venturing farther and farther up my legs. As you feed me the last strawberry, your hand comes in contact with the wetness that has been building up between my legs. A smile comes upon your face realizing your discovery. You gently press your hand against it, reveling in the heat. I close my eyes and a moan escapes my lips. You continue your gentle massage as you bring your lips towards mine. We kiss deeply and passionately for what seems like and endless amount of time. I put one hand on your chest and the other grabs your head, pulling it closer to mine. Our tongues glide as if moving to the music that still plays in the background. You pull away, but only to remove your shirt. Taking advantage of our momentary stop, I begin to lift the dress over my head. You assist me and your eyes delight in the resulting image. My excited state is visible through my transparent bra and the wetness you have already witnessed with your hand. Our kisses continue as your hands slowly travel around my body. Past my breast, along my side, down my legs. Each touch seems to foster more and more heat inside my body. The sensations are so incredible I hardly realize that we have stopped kissing. Your lips are now buried in my neck as your hand retraces its steps. I feel your tongue as you slip lower and lower on my body. Your hand and mouth begin to work together as you pull my bra down to reveal my nipple. Your tongue dances around it, teasing it ever so slightly. After what seems like an unbearable amount of time, you begin to suck on them. Your assault continues as you quickly flick your tongue over it. I squeal with delight as you gently nibble on them. Unfortunately you stop, but only to take off my bra. Once this is taken care of, you give the same treatment to my other breast as your hand plays with the rest of my body. Soon your attention leaves my chest and you slip further and further down my body. You bestow kisses as you journey down my body. Taking your time you lick and suck around my belly button and sides. Your mouth finds its way to my thong and you kiss everything through the fabric. You even locate the wetness and kiss there too. You lick up and down my slit slowly through the fabric. I dig my nails into the bed as the pleasure courses through my body. To my frustration, you leave my spot and keep going down my body. You take gentle care and lay sweet kisses along each of my legs. You slowly lick your way back up, spending time behind each of my knees. As you reach in between my thighs for the second time, your hands reach beneath my panties and pull them off. Your eyes relish the sight this action has exposed. Your mouth follows your mind's thoughts and soon I feel the wonderful sensation of your lips against my pussy. You place kisses around my pussy driving me into a frenzy. Finally you place your tongue in my slit and move slowly up and down. Much to my satisfaction, you seem to be savoring the taste. Your licking becomes quicker and soon you begin to suck. I lose myself in the intense sensations you are creating. I close my legs, as a powerful force seems to be overtaking my body. It becomes even more wonderful as I feel a finger enter my pussy, exploring my insides. Another joins it soon enough and soon you have hit my special spot. Combined with the sucking that has never stopped, I am pushed over the top with numbing pleasure. You continue until I have calmed down. My eyes meet yours and we engage in a passionate kiss. I feel a heat against my stomach and am reminded of your excitement. I reach down and guide you inside me. Instinctively you push inside me slowly. We both breathe a sigh of relief at this moment. You slowly move your hips in and out of me, savoring each motion. You start to make a circular motion as well creating a new, but enjoyable, sensation. Your head tilts back digesting the pleasure of the moment. As your eyes return to me, you slowly pick me up, never leaving my pussy. You carry me out to the balcony and we sit in a chair. We enjoy the perfect summer night as I gently rock on you. We continue to kiss as I slowly move my hips up and down. As I slowly stir up my own sensations I feel your heart rate quickening and I know you are just as excited. My pace quickens and you interrupt our kiss with a moan. You bury your head in my neck and mumble something. Soon I feel your cum rush inside of me, which sets off a reaction in my own body. We sit in each other's arms on the balcony, taking pleasure in the feeling. After our respective breaths have been caught, you carry me back to the bed and we lie in each other's arms, caressing the other's body. We kiss passionately again. And as the tiny flames of the candles dance, we move to the sacred rhythms of the night. Candlelit Seduction As you arrive home you see a solid white candle sitting on the doorstep, its been lit and its glow emphasises the envelope propped against it. Its bright red and they've both been there a while, a few drops of white wax almost cover the name "Ben" written on the front. You smile as you recognise the handwriting as mine, instantly wondering what it is I'm up to. As you open the envelope you catch a whiff of my perfume. Bringing the envelope to your nose you smell it stronger and realise I've sprayed my perfume on it. Inside is a bright red piece of paper that simply reads "I hope you've got lots of energy, you'll need it." You open the front door and step inside. Theres complete darkness except for more candles, marking a path through the living room. Near the door to the hallway is another red card, sitting atop a red giftbox. "Put them on" the card says. The 'them' it refers to is the black silk boxers in the box. You pause and quickly take off your clothes, careful to avoid the candles. Slipping into the boxers they slide over your skin like a lovers touch. You can't help but be reminded of my touch and you feel a stirring in your boxers. The candles trail down the hallway and end at a door near the end. Your bedroom door. You walk down the hallway, tingling more and more as you get to your bedroom. Slowly opening the door you look inside. More candles, atop every surface in your bedroom, the only light in the darkness. The bed is freshly made, the covers drawn back invitingly. On your bedside table is an assortment of fun things. As you move to it you see a bottle of edible massage oil (strawberry flavoured), a vibrator (you recognise it as mine), a feather duster and some handcuffs. On the other bedside table is a bowl of chocolate covered strawberries, whipped cream in a can, a champagne flute and a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket. But where am I? You wonder as you take in the assortment of goodies near the bed and already begin to fantasise about what you'll do with them. You hear a soft cough and turn. I stand in the doorway wearing a hot pink nighty, my hair loose around my shoulders, my feet bare. I smile slowly and my eyes twinkle. "Hi Baby. How was your day?" Walking toward you I stop a foot away and grin. "I thought you could use a little stress relief, or something." Winking at you I continue past you to sit on the bed, leaning against the pillows. Picking up a strawberry I bite into it, some of the juice staying on my lips. I look into your eyes and lick my lips, my piercing showing as the tip of my tongue cleans the juice and chocolate away. You seem frozen on the spot and I'm unsure if its a good thing or a bad. But I want you here with me, I want to feel your body against mine. Picking up the champagne I bring the bottle to my lips and take a sip, some of it spilling over my breasts as they press against the satin of my nighty. This seems to spur you into action because you're instantly beside me, kneeling on the bed with your face pressed into my breasts. The roughness of your stubble makes me tingle as your lips and tongue begin to lean the bubbles off my skin. I quickly put the bottle down and my hands return to your head, fingers clenching in your hair as you begin to tease my breasts. My nipples press against the nighty, hard and insistent, dying for your touch. I moan with approval as you push the straps of my nighty down my arms and take one of my nipples between your lips. The roughness of your teeth as they nibble is soothed by the caress of your lips and I find myself squirming beneath your touch. I let you have your fun for a few minutes more, but then its my turn. This is after all about me relieving your stress. I hold your body to mine and roll, straddling your hips as I push you into the pillows. Smiling down at you I realise we've said little, but words aren't necessary right now. I reach for another strawberry, licking my lips in anticipation. I trace one nipple, then the other with the chocolately tip. Painting your skin with chocolate and strawberry residue. I trace patterns over your torso, painting your nipples and chest, painting the contours of your stomach and ribs. I grin as I look at my handiwork, my hands at your sides as I lean in and begin to clean you up. I alternate between using just the tip of my tongue and then broad, flat strokes of my tongue that tease you with my piercing. I kiss and lick and occasionally nibble every ince of your skin, finally cleaning you of all traces of chocolate. Each moan, sharp intake of breath or squirm you make only spurs me on to tease you. I soon feel your hardness throbbing through your boxers and I take advantage of it, grinding against you with every chance I get. Teasing us both as nothing but the fabric of your boxers prevents us from coming together. I hear you growl and suddenly you grab my wrists. Holding my hands as you spin me once more. I gasp as suddenly you're on top of me, pressing your hard cock against my sex. I arch my back, pushing down onto you in longing. Any plans I'd had for you, any ideas that had occured to me are forgotten as I realise I just need you. I want to feel your hard cock sliding into my wetness, making love to me, fucking me with pure abandon. Still holding my wrists above my head with one of your hands you push your boxers down with the other. I watch as your cock springs free, hard and proud as it brushes against my thigh. I squirm some more, opening my legs to show you I'm more than ready for you. My sex is glistening wet and inviting you to enter. But you have other ideas. I watch as you grip your cock with your free hand and slide the head over my sex and towards my clit. The swollen head of your cock spanking my clit as I moan and press against it. Squirming against your hands as they hold me. Then as I gasp and moan, you slide inside me, giving me no warning. Thrusting hard into me you let my hands go leaving them free for me to grip your arms, my fingernails digging into your skin. You begin to fuck me, theres no pretence, no romanticism, though I know you care for me, I also know that right now we need this animalistic fucking. I wrap my legs around your hips, and grind into you. Meeting each thrust of your hips with a responding one of my own. We're moving in unison, in and out, to and fro, back and forth. Lost in the rhythm we're creating as each of us gets closer and closer to release. I can feel you throbbing in me, feel the the fire welling in between my legs and I know it wont be long. My fingernails dig into your back as I scratch up and down your spine. Biting at your neck I begin to whisper into your ear, a combination of words of endearment and dirty suggestions for future fucks. Suddenly you thrust hard into me and arch your back, moaning loudly as I feel your cock spurting deep inside me. I'm barely holding on and this sets me over the edge. I push down onto your cock and moan loudly. Gasping as my orgasm shatters through my body. My breasts heave, nearly falling out of the nighty. My sex spasming aorund yours. You call onto me, you body hot and damp against mine. Still breathless I hold you and gasp for air. Our bodies tingling in the afterglow. Slowly, slowly we come down off the high and begin to become aware of each other. I stroke your back as you lie against me, enjoying the way you feel. As I feel my body returning to normal I whisper into your ear "Well that was a lovely entree.. now for the main course.." Candlelit Surprise I arrive home, dressed in a fitted black skirt with matching jacket. I'm wearing a blue silk blouse, black thigh high stockings, and my shoes are black heels with a single strap coming around my ankle. My hair is pulled into a sleek French twist with soft tendrils at the nape of my neck. All day, I've been thinking about you...anticipating. I remove my jacket, set my bag by the door and start a search for you. Then I hear the faint sound of soft, sensual music playing somewhere in the house. Slowly, I track the sound, hoping to find you waiting for me. I am not disappointed. In the master bathroom, the scene set before me overwhelms me. There are candles everywhere—soft light flickers off every mirror and tile. A bubble bath froths in the deep tub that sits in one corner. And then there you are, covered in the bubbles...a smile on your lips, as you look at me with that expression that drives me crazy with desire. Coyly, I gaze at you through a single strand of hair that has fallen into my face, my head slightly tilted to one side, as I slowly unbutton my silk blouse. My eyes never leave yours. I bare my shoulders, the fluid fabric gently caresses my skin as it floats to the floor, revealing my black lace bra--my hard nipples shove eagerly against the thin lace. I reach behind myself to unzip my skirt. Teasingly, I skim my hands around my sides...palms down, fingers spread...up to my breasts. I draw in a small, sharp breath as my fingers brush against my erect nipples. My hands glide down across my ribs to the waist of my skirt and I push it slowly down over the curve of my hips. As the skirt falls to the floor, I step out of it and take a step toward you. Dressed in my black lace bra, matching black lace thong, and thigh high stockings with high heels, my gaze locks on you as I notice you looking at me. I love the way your passion-filled eyes look in the candlelight. I love that I'm the one that does that to you. As I move across the tile floor, I reach up and unfasten the clasp of my bra. As it falls open, I pull it slowly from my shoulders. I sit on the tiled edge of the bath tub...so close to you now that you can hear my shallow, panting breaths. My tongue moistens my lips. And then I lean down to kiss you gently. I draw your lower lip into my mouth, delicately sucking on it. In a barely audible whisper, I tell you: "Thank you for waiting up for me." Still sitting on the side of the bathtub, I lean down to unfasten the straps of my high heels. I can feel your eyes caressing me. As I kick off my shoes, I feel your palm on my bare back, rubbing from bottom to top and back down. I lean into your hand slightly as I place my thumbs in the top of one of my stockings and glide it slowly down my leg, my hands caressing my leg from thigh to ankle. The stocking falls to the tiled floor as my hands move to my other leg. I watch you as I stroke my hands suggestively up my leg to the lacey top of my stocking and slowly remove it. Though I love the feel of my own hands...I know the feel of your hands will be even better. I stand once again, next to the beautiful bath you have drawn for us, dressed only in a black lace thong. My left hand gently caresses the nape of my neck, across my shoulder, down to my breast. My right hand rests near the small triangle of fabric that is my only covering. I slide both of my hands to my hips, fingers finding their way under the narrow bit of fabric. I can't take my eyes off you as I push my panties from my moistness, down my legs. My body bends seductively at the waist, my breasts swaying slightly, soft tendrils of hair falling forward. As I stand, completely exposed to you, and see the desire in your eyes, I feel confident and beautiful. You reach out your hand to me as I slowly step into the water. I relax into the warmth as the water gently caresses my skin and sit with my back to you. I feel you move behind me, feel your warm, soft lips at the nape of my neck. A low moan escapes my lips as you release my hair. It cascades over you…soft and silky. You begin to wash me, caressing the soapy lather into my shoulders and back. I lean against you as your hands move to my breasts: my nipples stand erect, my chest heaves. Your soapy hands explore my body with loving thoroughness. The soft bath sponge you use caresses my every curve. You squeeze the sponge over my shoulders and warm water spills over my hot body. I lay my head back against your shoulder, breathing heavily. I can feel your hardness behind me. I reach between us and stroke you, massaging your cock gently. I turn my body to face you as I feel you rise up out of the water behind me. You sit on the tiled edge of the tub and I finally get a chance to see the cock I've been dreaming of all day…so hard just for me. My hands travel slowly from your ankles, up your calves, to your thighs. My hands pause on the tops of your thighs, massaging, moving slowly up and down. Then, unable to control myself any longer, I take your cock in my hand and lean down, my tongue reaching out for you. I lick just the tip of your cock…tasting the drop of pre-cum. I hear you moan as I take the head of your cock into my warm, wet mouth. Sucking gently, I swirl my tongue around the head of your cock, my hand stroking your shaft as I begin to suck more hungrily, taking more of your cock into my mouth. I can feel you growing even more inside my mouth as I press my tongue against the underside of your cock Inch by inch, you sink deeper into my wanting mouth. I reach my other hand and stroke your balls as I suck you harder, deeper. I feel your cock touch the back of my throat. Then your cock leaves my mouth as you sink back into the warm water. I rise up a bit so I can straddle you as you slide underneath me. My smoldering pussy rests against your cock as I roll my hips against you, grinding slowly as we kiss. Our kiss is gentle, but passionate, full of the love we have for each other. I moan as your cock slowly enters me, fills me. You roll my nipples between your finger and thumb. I arch back, with your cock completely buried inside me. My sensitive, swollen clit savors the friction of our union. Your cock--as hard as steel--pistons in and out of my pussy as your hands use my hips to pull me to you. My head fills with thoughts of you, only you. The velvety walls of my pussy engulf your hardness. I sink down onto your cock and stay there, rolling my hips back and forth against you. My pleasure builds as I look into your eyes. You lean down to take my erect nipple in your mouth, flicking it with your tongue. My pussy clenches around your cock. My back arches. I call out your name…. Ecstasy washes over me as my orgasm explodes, my hands rake your back. I feel your hips push your cock farther into me. You moan with me as your cock shoots thick ropes of hot cum deep inside me, filling me with your seed. We rock our bodies together, against each other: thrusting against each other, lost in this passion-filled moment, lost in our love for each other. You kiss my neck gently as you whisper in my ear, "I love you." I lean back and look deep into your eyes. "I love you, too." You lift me from the water as you stand and help me out of the tub. I welcome the warm kiss of a towel as you dry first me and then yourself. Again, you offer your hand to me and lead me from this exquisite setting to our bedroom. Candles gleam here…just enough to cast a soft glow in the room. The bed is already turned down. I am the luckiest woman in the world.