2 comments/ 12719 views/ 4 favorites Energy Play Pt. 01 By: SoCalNaughtyHottie I know I should not be thinking of him but I am. I cannot help myself. The mind cannot be told not to do certain things and this is one of those times where I am powerless to shut it off. It keeps going back to that incredible weekend we spent together. Sighing, I try to push away thoughts of his lips, his body, his essence, which continue to creep into my consciousness. I know how this works: the images flip into my mind's eye like so many Viewmaster slides circling through the viewfinder and I need to let them come or forever be haunted by them. A wise psychiatrist once wrote that when the difficult memories come, let them in and let them flood your being. Eventually they'll dissipate on their own and no longer have power over your emotions. Yeah, right. How many times had I relived these moments, each time feeling them gripping me harder and harder and refusing to let go. We had spent one magical weekend together. Just one. But it was two and a half days of pure Heaven followed by weeks of pure Hell. He flew into my hometown, a one hour flight, and I had surprised him at the gate. He was not expecting this, nor the astounding chemistry we would share. We had met online, as a woman who lives an hour from the nearest city center must. We very quickly discovered that we had much in common...many shared interests, desires and kinks. The conversations flowed effortlessly and we'd spoken and Facetimed often in a few-week period until we'd agreed to meet. It all happened pretty fast from our first email exchange to our first phone conversation...to agreeing to meet. When the universe presents an opportunity like this, we had both been ready. He was a bit hesitant at first because of the distance. He lives 400 miles away, but he couldn't resist finding out of we'd have the kind of connection we'd both been searching for, dreaming of, our entire lives. So he flew down to see me that fateful Friday evening. As he walked out of the gate, I suddenly came around the corner into his line of vision and he stopped and stared at me. He later told me that in that instant he knew he'd made the right decision to come and that I was everything he'd hoped to find. And more. We hugged like we'd known each other for years, which despite this being our very first meeting, we felt like we had. We had an easy camraderie and he took my hand like we'd been together forever as we left the airport. I should mention here that his touch is very powerful. He has an extraordinary energy that flows through and out of him. Just being in his presence heightened my senses like I'd never felt before. We hugged finally as we got to my car. The feel of his body both surprised and shocked me. Despite being older than I, his chest was rock hard and well defined beneath his button down shirt and his arms were firm and solidly muscled as they snaked around me. He felt ridiculously good. This was going to be one interesting weekend. We drove to dinner where the conversation flowed and we laughed lightheartedly at each other's jokes. Any shyness or unease I may have felt melted away in the presence of his warmth and charm. Despite the fact that he was a total stranger, I felt I'd known him a long time and was relaxed about taking him to my house. He was a perfect gentleman - never making a move on me, never pushing any kind of sexual contact. He is a man - a man who knows his power and is confident in himself - a man through and through. From the steely hardness of his tight body to the way he fit right in to my home, my vibe. It was totally relaxed. Totally effortless. For the first time in a very long time, I felt womanly and open. He was calm, secure, confident, quietly powerful and it made me relax into myself, allowing my sometimes hidden femininity to shine forth. It felt really good to be in his company. Very right. After a drink, we headed upstairs and he offered to give me a massage. Now this has been a fantasy of mine for a long time - having a hot, sexy man massage me while taking a few naughty liberties...the idea was heady. I was totally at ease as I lit several scented candles around the room and slipped naked under the sheet on the massage table. (Yes, I own one). He emerged from the bathroom wearing only a towel and I lifted my head to admire his hard, muscular chest, shoulders and arms as he came toward me. "I want this to be completely relaxing and indulgent for you," he said softly in his deep, sexy voice. This was already better than any massage fantasy I'd ever imagined and I was nervous, yet eager to get started. I rolled over onto my stomach and he began stroking my arms confidently with the lavender oil, soothing my tired muscles. His hands were strong yet gentle and he fluidly massaged my arms and upper back, leaving the rest of me covered by the sheet. He asked if he could work on my legs and when I agreed, he hiked up the sheet to just below my ass. There was a pause before I heard him pour the oil onto his hands. "You have beautiful legs," he said. "Thank you," I responded as his marvelous hands began their work on my aching calves and quads. As he worked on my body, he adjusted the sheet to cover me, allowing only the parts he was working on to be exposed. His hands felt incredible against my skin, strong, steady, sure and utterly relaxing. While obviously a very skilled masseur, there was also a lingering playfulness to his touch that started to raise my body temperature. I was extremely conscious of his primal masculine energy and my naked state...I knew he knew exactly what he was doing to me and decided to just go with it. I asked if he'd massage my glutes and he readily agreed. Stripping off the sheet entirely, I felt a cool rush of air over my warm, glowing skin. I heard him suck in his breath and he said, "Your physique is astonishing. Strong muscles, beautiful skin, amazing curves...you're built like a goddess." A huge smile crept over my face and I shyly thanked him, secretly proud that the months and months of clean eating and hard work at the gym were finally paying off. As he worked on my lower back and glutes, I sensed him bending down low over my body, just hovering there above my parted thighs. Whether to see better because of the darkness or to get more into his work, I did not know. But it felt wonderful to feel him so close, to sense his warmth and energy flowing around us. That side now complete, he asked me to flip over onto my back. The sheet was completely gone now and I was slightly nervous to be completely naked and exposed to his gaze. This would be the first time he had ever seen me without clothes and I was nervous. But with my confidence buoyed by his earlier compliments, I rolled over, letting him take a good, long look at my curvy, muscular frame as the candlelight danced over my now flushed olive skin. My breasts were now in full view, jutting proudly upward, my raspberry sized nipples hardening into sharp points both at the feel of the cool air across them as well as the heat and admiration of his gaze. He made no effort to hide his appreciation of my body. "Magnificent," he whispered softly as his hands set about their task again. He worked slowly and languidly, hands gliding over my oil-softened skin, massaging away my aches, soreness and whatever vestiges of my shyness that still remained. An audible sigh escaped my lips as I relaxed into the feeling of his strong hands acquainting themselves with the curves and hollows of my legs and body. As he worked, I could sense him bending down low over me again. This time, he inhaled deeply and said, "Your scent is intoxicating. I can't get enough." "Is that what you've been doing?" I asked, shocked and aroused, my heartbeat jumping from zero to 75 mph in an instant. "Yes," he replied without hesitation. "I've been taking in your honeyed essence and it is turning me on beyond belief." My gawd, this man was so raw, so primal, so sexy! The way he looked at and spoke to me combined with the delicious feeling of his hands gliding all over my body made me start to drip with moisture as if he'd turned on a faucet. If he noticed, he didn't show it as he continued his sinfully slow exploration of my body, concentrating now on my aching breasts. He knows they are the center of my pleasure, the apex of my desire, but he didn't directly touch them at first. Instead, he circled the giant mounds slowly with his hands, carefully avoiding my throbbing nipples, which have now puckered and hardened into diamond-like shards of pulsing agony. I was literally writhing on the table at his touch, once so slow and methodical, now so overtly sensual and teasing. He knew exactly what he was doing as he expertly swirled his hands around the base and sides of my breasts, dancing away from my eager nipples at the last minute. My breathing intensified, so ready was I for him to touch the sensitive pink peaks. At last he brushed his fingertips across my swollen nipples and I cried out at the pleasure of his touch. Hearing and feeling my ecstasy, he began to concentrate his efforts more pointedly on my rock hard buds, lightly pinching and flicking them, pulling and twisting them as moans of desire were torn from my throat. His touch stayed light for a while and then as if sensing my building rapture, he intensified his pressure until he was firmly stroking and pulling my nipples, teasing me into a quickly building pre-orgasmic state. I squirmed and moaned under his hands and he could wait no longer, finally lowering his beautiful mouth to first one, then the other nipple, bathing them with his tongue...nipping at them with his teeth. He worked them over and over as my pussy began rhythmically clenching with need. Again, he could read my body perfectly and while he continued the delicious torment of my eager nipples, his hand moved between my legs, hovering just at the entrance. I was beyond wet, beyond turned on and I know he is quietly pleased at how obviously my body is responding to his touch. I feel him slide one finger inside my burning, dripping pussy and I gasp at the gloriousness of being penetrated at the same time as his wicked mouth is wreaking mind numbing havoc on my breasts. Instantly he finds my g-spot and an electric shock goes through my body as he begins to work his magic on my little jewel. Two fingers are inside me now and I can feel the exquisite sensations start to build within me - the incredible pleasure in my nipples starts to flow downward toward my slick pussy and the pleasure in my g-spot begins to flow upward toward my breasts. I can feel the two very powerful, very different sensations creeping towards each other and I am panting with desire, panting with need for the release this beautiful man wants to give me. When they finally collide, I am wracked by a shattering orgasm that shoots white hot darts of warmth and pleasure all over my body, leaving me breathless, shaking and a warm gush of liquid all over his hand. I cry his name out with the power and frenzy of my orgasm and he strokes me gently, making me shiver with delight and a growing feeling of contentment. When I finally float back to earth he whispers in my ear, "God, baby, that was so hot." I close my eyes and try to catch my breath for a moment and I smile to myself. This is only round one. The evening is just beginning. TO BE CONTINUED... Energy Play Pt. 02 My sexy, shaven-headed lover tells me that he feeds off the energy from my orgasms and that he wants me to have several more before he has his first. Who am I to argue? So I jump up off the bed and unlock the old fashioned wooden chest nearby. I throw back the lid and he crouches down next to me to gaze in interest and curiosity at all that lies within. I am a strong Alpha female who also likes to switch, so the contents of my toy box reflect my varied tastes. Inside, I have nipple clamps of all shapes, sizes and methods of clamping, blindfolds, various lengths of neatly coiled rope, a wartenburg wheel, myriad vibrators, multiple dildos and strap on harnesses, handcuffs, lube, anal plugs and an exciting new item I have yet to use - a stainless rosebud sounding set. His eyes widen at the choices before us. He reaches for the blindfold and lays me back on the bed. Once fastened, I cannot see what else he has in store for me but very shortly I feel the prickly pins of the wartenburg wheel roll across the tender spots of my underarms, across my belly, around my breasts and up and down the length of my nipples. I try to pull away from the sharp needles of the wheel, but he pins my arms above my head and lazily rolls the wicked little device all over my delicate flesh. He is enjoying my squirming and growing sense of discomfort at being powerless against him and his kinky desires. While strong and independent, I need and crave a powerful man who can take charge of my body and push the envelope of my pain and pleasure. He continues doing just that, imprisoning my nipples suddenly between the grip of stainless steel chopstick-style clamps, making me gasp in shock and surprise. The pain is subtle at first, barely pinching my sensitive nubs between the unforgiving lengths of steel. But as he continues rolling the devilish little pinwheel across my sense-heightened skin, the clamps begin to pinch more, digging in to my rosy nipples. It is exquisite torture - the pleasure/pain of the clamps creating strong yet yummy sensations in my nipples that travel all the way down to my swelling clit, and the sharp, flinch-inducing prickle of the wheel as he rolls it across my hips, belly and inner thighs. I hear him chuckle slightly at the growing moisture that is now glistening on my nether lips. His pleasure in my torment is frustrating and I buck in protest. "No, beautiful," he coos. "Your body is mine. Mine to possess. Mine to tease. Mine to pleasure. Lie still." I obey and suddenly my ears pick up the unmistakable hum of a vibrator...but which one? Without warning, he plunges the soft silicone head of the cock-shaped vibe deeply into my unsuspecting pussy. I cry out mostly in surprise but also in pleasure...oh, to suddenly be filled with a twisting, vibrating instrument of delight while experiencing the multiple sensations in my nipples...it was heaven. Moments later, he flicks a switch and I feel a jolt in my body as the clit stimulator whirs to life and assaults my delicate jewel. I cannot contain my moans and writhing as my pussy contracts around the shaft of the vibe, my nipples pulse with painful yet arousing compression and my throbbing clit is stroked endlessly in a mechanical frenzy. It is almost too much - all these full throttle sensations laying siege to my body. I am a moaning, shaking, sweating, mindless puddle and within minutes he pushes me over the edge by removing the nipple sticks. A deafening, screaming orgasm rips from my lungs as I plunge into the extraordinary abyss of pleasure and release into which he has hurled me. Wave after wave of intense, earth shattering pleasure wash over me and I hang there, suspended, for what seems like ages. My eyes are shut and I am breathing rapidly. I feel him inch closer to me and he kisses me gently with his full, sensual lips and pulls me tightly against his muscular body as the ripples and waves subside. Round two. It's his turn now. We doze for a bit and I awaken refreshed yet inexplicably still aroused. He's given me two amazing climaxes but has yet to come himself. Time to fix that. I roll over to gaze at his sleeping form. He is on his back, lips slightly parted, arm thrown back above his head - the picture of artist-revered masculinity. He looks like a Greek god who has fallen asleep on a river bank on his way to complete some heroic deed. I let my eyes take in the perfection of his sensual mouth, the beautifully chiseled lines of his arms and chest, his strong, powerful legs that exhibit an athlete's grace and form. He is something to behold. And he is mine. I feel and know it like it's just something I've always known. It's a certainty that lives deep inside that I never question. When I have this feeling, I just accept it as fact. We are deeply connected, this glorious man and I. Although I've only just met him, the unspoken bond between us is strong. The connection between our bodies electric. It is everything I have hoped for but never found. Until now. As he slumbers, I begin to stroke the soft hair on his chest, letting my fingers play across the hard planes of his pecs and across his nipples. With the first brush of my fingers, he starts to stir. I realize that he is still asleep but that subconsciously he feels the light touch of my fingers as they float across his hardening nipples. Wow, I marvel...his nipples are as sensitive as mine. What a find! I start to toy with them now in earnest, lightly circling them with my fingers and watching in wonder as they start to respond. Soft moans escape his lips at the touch of my hand on his nipples. I brush across the hardened tips and his eyes snap open and he begins to moan and undulate as my touch becomes bolder. I am concentrating only on his nipples and it is driving him wild. I lean up on one elbow and continue playing with one nipple and then moisten the tip of my finger with my tongue and drag it lazily across his other nipple. His head thrashes to the side and I see him getting lost in the pleasure. It is incredibly arousing to witness how unbelievably much I am turning him on. I can feel it, hear it, taste it. As I continue to stroke both nipples he whispers, "Oh my god, don't ever stop!" as his cock begins to harden and lengthen. I gaze down at his growing erection that has been heretofore hidden beneath his towel and see that his cock is quite beautiful - long and thick with a magnificent, well defined crown. As I take in the beauty of his face and body, the size of his cock and the sensitivity of his nipples and combine it with his intelligence, intensity, kinkiness and the depth of our connection, I think to myself that I've hit the fucking lottery. Wow. His cock is rock hard now and with my continued flicking and stroking of his nipples, his breathing is becoming ragged and his moans more gutteral and urgent. His head is moving side to side, his body is trembling, his cock is raging and a delirious torrent of moans and words pour forth. He turns to me with wide, passion-filled eyes and whispers, "Yours...I'm yours!" Yes, he is mine now and I can see that my touch is melting his strength and will and that there before me, he is transforming into a human inferno of pure, molten pleasure. It's almost as if his nipples are a secret conduit directly into his soul - and like Arthur of ancient legend who was uniquely able to free the sword from the stone, I am the one woman who has been able to tap into this extraordinary wellspring of obliterating desire and transformative, all consuming passion. I feel beyond blessed to have this honor and feel myself begin to crave his orgasms as much as I crave my own and a budding desire to endlessly worship his body takes hold. I can see that he is incredibly close now, although I have yet to touch his cock. My lavish attention to his nipples has been enough to get him to this point and I want to take him further. I bend my head down to gently lick and suck his nipple and I lightly stroke the shaft of his cock with my hand. I revel in the feeling of his thick cock growing ever harder and his endless moans at the feeling of my lips and tongue on his sensitive nipples. I am loving how this handsome, masculine man is responding to my touch and feel myself growing wet and ultra turned on by the uninhibited response of his body. While I can clearly see that he has been transported to another plane of ecstasy, I too, am transported to a remarkable place of power and giving. Seeing him writhe and moan at my touch is the headiest, most exquisite feeling in the world and I am suddenly addicted. Addicted to his body, the taste of his skin, the feel of his nipples between my lips, the sound of his pleasure - everything. I just want to give him more and more pleasure, more and more of myself, and at the same time, to take everything from him. It is surreal. After a very few minutes of gentle licking, sucking and stroking, I feel him go rigid. He arches his back and lets loose a hoarse cry as he shoots his hot, pulsating load high into the air and onto the pillows above our heads. His wrenching, shuddering orgasm seems to go on and on as I continue lightly stroking his nipple and shaft. Finally, he is spent and clasps me tightly to him as his breathing slows and his body begins to relax. As we drift off to sleep, he whispers that I touch him exactly the way he wants to be touched and that this was one of the most intense orgasms of his life. Warm, smiling and sated, we entwine our limbs like charmed snakes and surrender gratefully to the arms of Morpheus. TO BE CONTINUED... Energy Play Pt. 03: The Beast We sleep the night through, our bodies pressed against each other, our arms and hands reaching out for the other as if seeking reassurance that the extraordinary person next to us is actually real and we are not dreaming. I awake to the delicious feeling of his hands parting my thighs followed by the sensation of his warm, urgent tongue lapping at my most delicate spot. To help coax me from sleep, his hands travel up to my breasts and begin expertly toying with my nipples while his tongue continues its exquisite torment at my very core. Although I have not known him long, this man instinctively knows how to tease and arouse me as if we've been together all our lives. The skill with which he licks my clit and pulls and rolls my sensitive nipples is otherworldly and within minutes he has brought me to the brink once more. I wrap my legs around his head and thrust my hips toward his face eagerly as my orgasm consumes me. His name is unwittingly torn from my lips as I lose myself in the strength and power of the climax he has so effortlessly given me. I look down at his glistening, smiling face and he looks so fucking sexy with my juices dripping down his handsome visage. This has to be one of the great sights in all the world, I think, and then tell him so. He gives me a wicked grin and places my hand on his bursting cock. God, this man is just radiating heat and passion and power and energy. I feel it emanating from him and it surrounds us both in a warm glow. No time to float lazily back to earth. He is hard and ready, fully charged from the intensity of my orgasm. He kneels up between my legs and covers my body with his, lowering his full, sensual lips down to kiss mine. My hands travel up and down the hard, finely sculpted length of him, taking in the smooth skin covering his well defined muscles...his arms, his shoulders, his back, his sexy round ass...we are deeply bonded now and he is all mine. He raises his head and stares down into my eyes. In them I can see his strength, his vulnerability, his desire, his need. I can see that he craves this union, this joining of bodies and souls as much as I. I nod my head...I am ready. He positions his hips above mine and looking deeply into my eyes, he enters me in one smooth stroke. I gasp and my eyes widen at the size and feel of him - so hard, so powerful, so perfectly shaped to fill me. We stay suspended for a moment, staring at each other, enjoying the much anticipated connection of our bodies. I feel him grow even harder and longer inside me, and before I can wonder if that's even possible, he begins moving inside me, slowly, oh so slowly at first. The muscles of his ass bunch and ripple with perfectly harnessed passion as he expertly holds back his unbridled lust, settling into a remarkably controlled rhythm that sets every fiber of my being alight with sparkling sensation. He strokes me like this for what seems like ages. The wedge shaped crown of his cock brushes back and forth against the walls of my pussy, teasing and massaging me from the inside out. Whether from the size and shape of his perfect cock or the way he can read me I do not know, but within minutes I can take the torture no longer and tightly wrap my muscular thighs around his waist to force him more deeply into me. He smiles and resists, the bastard, and resumes his perfect composure once more, continuing to fuck me agonizingly slowly. His demeanor, his movements, tell me unequivocally that he is in charge and that he will fuck me exactly as he pleases for as long as he pleases. I surrender my will totally to his and as if to prove to me who is Alpha, he pins my arms above my head with one hand, holding me helpless beneath him. With my arms above my head and out of the way, he has full access to my ripe, full breasts and he wastes not a moment before devouring them with his hungry mouth. He unleashes a full scale assault on my throbbing, already well used nipples, taking them one at a time deeply into his mouth and sucking hard. My nipples are larger and harder than I've ever felt before and they are positively bursting with pleasure, pain and pure sensation that is driving me wild with desire. I am powerless to resist or to escape his feasting, for feasting it truly is. His lips and tongue explore every inch of my rosy, raspberry sized nipples, alternately worshipping and gorging his endless lust for them. His hips begin to move faster and faster and his thrusts become deeper and more urgent. As if to match the tempo of his thrusts, his mouth becomes even more frenzied, nipping and pulling at my nipples with his teeth. I am unused to such rough, animalistic treatment of my delicate flesh but somehow my body responds despite my internal protestations. His relentless stroking of my pussy combined with the painful pleasure he is causing my nipples makes me a dripping puddle of desire. I cannot think but for the exquisite torture of my nipples, I cannot feel but for the building friction his cock is creating in my pussy. My head thrashes from side to side as moans are ripped from my throat. My mind and my will are completely gone now, I exist only to feel what he is doing to me, to recede into pure feeling and surrender and nothing else. My eyes are closed tightly as I slip into another dimension of thoughtless being. I feel myself being carried up and out of myself as his massive cock lays siege to my dripping pussy. I suddenly feel an overwhelming urge to pee and then a gushing rush of fluid pours out of me and all and over his cock and balls. My eyes snap open in surprise and he smiles broadly in satisfaction at what he hath wrought. Whether from the warmth of my squirt or the excitement of knowing he did that to me I do not know, but his hips bucked more wildly against mine and he released my arms and entwined them around his neck to pull our bodies more tightly together. I held him close as his movements became harder and faster, heedless of the constant stream of moans that continued to pour forth from me. We sounded like two wolves mating with wild abandon under a full moon, I thought idly, as my ears picked up a sound that seemed to start from somewhere far away, but grew louder and more urgent as he continued to plunge more deeply into me. A rumbling started in his chest and built steadily with every thrust until finally he arched his spine, threw back his head and let loose a deep, feral growl as his entire body tensed up and released its copious seed into my drenched hole. I could feel the thick, hot cum splash against the back of my quivering canal in short, intense bursts. His head remained thrown back and his body shivered and convulsed in orgasmic ecstasy for what seemed like ages. The deep, rumbling growl finally began to subside. The air around us seemed to sparkle and distort with the force of his energy and his orgasm and this unknown and very exciting primal quality I had not known he possessed. I was utterly in awe at the power of this man and the way he took possession of my body, my soul, like some wild creature. When at last his breathing had returned to normal, he smiled down at me and said, "I became the beast. Very few people have had the power to bring him out in me." I smiled back, happy and amazed that I had witnessed this remarkable transformation, and even more grateful that he had been able to show me this mysterious side of himself. A side he has shown very few people, apparently. As we untangled our bodies, he tried to stand up and wobbled a bit before falling back against the sheets. "Are you ok," I asked, concerned. "It's you," he said shaking his head in wonder. "Only you have the power to affect me this deeply. The pleasure you give me and the power of my orgasms when I'm with you rock me to the center of my very being." "I think it's a sign that we are deeply connected...from many lifetimes," I replied. He nodded his head in agreement and amazement. "I never expected this when I first met you...you are everything I've been looking for. And more." He bent his head and kissed me once more. I sighed and pulled him close to me, snuggling my head into his powerful chest. As his arms closed protectively around me, I felt eager and excited for our future, and calm, happy and secure in the knowledge that after a lifetime of searching, at last we had found each other again. EPILOGUE: Despite the power and depth of our connection, the intensity of our lovemaking and the mutual realization that we were very right for each other, our relationship was not meant to be. Distance, timing, and being at different places in our lives, conspired to drive us apart very shortly after he returned home. I wish things were different. I wish I could change the way things are. I wish our connection and our feelings were enough. But I cannot. And sadly, they are not. At night I sometimes dream of leaving my body and uniting with his - our desire and our passion flaring intensely across the miles. These dreams are erotic, powerful and extraordinarily realistic. I can feel the energy of his body, the taste of his lips, the feel of him inside me. I know he has felt this too and that he will always feel the enduring timelessness and rare power of our connection. For now, I have to console myself with that...empty as it may be. The stories you have just read are 100 percent true. They happened to me and I wrote them into a multi-part narrative for three reasons: 1) to help me process the sadness and loss I feel at not being with my other half and the pain of dashed hopes for a future of happiness and joy together; 2) To share the beautiful feelings and sensations I experienced in the hope that others might know that soul connections are very real and life altering; 3) And because I wanted to record every tiny detail, every kiss, every heartbeat we shared so that despite the years and the passage of time, I would never, ever forget.