1 comments/ 8232 views/ 1 favorites Fantasy Lover By: themeatman I came to you in the dead of night. The house was empty, containing only you. It was in almost total darkness, only the light on the landing to light my way to you. I came in through the back door, you had left it unlocked for me. I ascended the stairs and found your bedroom, you were there, sleeping, looking so peaceful it seemed a pity to wake you. I reached out and gently caressed your cheek. You stirred, your eyelids flickered open and you smiled in recognition. You held out your arms in greeting and I bent down and kissed you, gently. You sat up in bed and pulled the top of your shortie nighty over your head exposing your magnificent breasts to my gaze for the first time. They stood out clearly in the darkness, firm and white with dark nipples just waiting for my caresses. You pointed at me and I understood straight away that I should undress. I did so quickly, not wanting to waste a moment of our time together and by the time I had done you were naked as well. Again you held out your arms in greeting and I slipped between the sheets and into your embrace. We held each other, looking into each others eyes, then we kissed, gently, tenderly. I tentatively ran my tongue along your lip and was answered by yours just touching the tip of mine. I gently lay you down on the bed and kissed your cheek, lips, neck. I worked my way down your neck and throat until I reached your breast. I took the nipple into my mouth and sucked it until it grew hard, your hand stroking my head as I did so. When one nipple was hard I moved across to the other one and did the same with that. Small gasps from you told me that what I was doing was right and your hands caressed my head, keeping me at my task. Eventually I moved off your nipples and ran my tongue down to the valley between your breasts and on down to your navel. There I licked round the edge and, having once licked right to the bottom of the indentation, carried on down to the area of total womanhood. You moved to help me gain access to that most intimate part of you and I ran my finger along the crease. It seemed to open into a wellspring of moisture, you were so ready for me, and I put my tongue into the pool and drank. You tasted beautiful. Womanly and sexually attractive. I found your clitoris and began to lick it, to suck it and to gently bite it. I pulled at it with my lips and you moaned softly encouraging me to lick faster. I ran my tongue all round the nubbin and drank deeply of the juices that flowed from you. I kept on going while you squirmed and wriggled and your hands held my head in place so I could not have moved away if I had wanted to. I licked and licked faster and faster sensing all the time you were getting near to climax. You raised your legs and locked them round my head, trapping me, while your body squirmed and writhed under my eager tongue. Then with a shuddering sigh you came, your juices bathing my face with warm wetness. You subsided and raised me up in the bed to you and smiled. We lay in each others arms, not saying anything, nothing needed to be said, we knew neither of us was finished and there were more delights to come for both . Then you kissed me, gently, on the mouth, the chin, the throat, the chest. I thought I knew where you were going and moved to help. You continued on down until you reached my manhood. You kissed the tip and then, oh wonder of wonders, you took me deep into your mouth. You moved your tongue up and down the shaft as your head bobbed on my erection. I was the most wonderful thing I had ever experienced and I knew I would not last very long. I looked at you, stroked your hair and was going to warn you of my impending explosion but you simply shook your head and smiled. You continued, driving my penis into your mouth swirling your tongue along the shaft, licking the hole in the top and covering me with your saliva. Eventually I could take it no more and with a grunt I shot my first load into your mouth. You looked so happy as you swallowed all I could give you and then licked me clean. You still had a small dribble of come oozing from the corner of your mouth and you licked it away with your tongue. Then you came to join me and we kissed again. This time I could taste myself on your kisses, a strange salty taste. Once again we lay together, neither of us wanting to break the caress but I knew that it was time. I moved over you, you looked at me with an intensity I had never seen before. Your thighs were spread and I found my way to your entrance. You were so wet that I had no difficulty in sliding in. I did so slowly, gently, not wishing to break the spell. I pushed slowly until I was buried to the hilt in you glorious womanhood then I just as slowly, withdrew. I left just the tip touching you and then I pushed slowly back. I kept doing this, slowly, slowly, as you ran your hands up and down my back. Then you seemed to take control and seized my bottom cheeks and pulled hard. I slammed against the top of your cervix and your eyes widened in surprise, but it was a good surprise. We kissed, tongues swirling and duelling as we established our loving rhythm. On and on we moved, bodies covered in a sheen of perspiration as we drove each other towards our inevitable climaxes. I buried my face in your breasts, licking and biting your nipples, your fingers digging deep into my back. Then, without warning, your whole body convulsed and you gasped. I felt your pussy contract and that took me over the edge and I shot load after load into your receptive womb. Then we looked at each other, eyes tender and loving. I buried my face in your neck and your arms came round my body and we lay there, together, not wanting anything else but to be together at that moment. Then you noticed I was still hard within you and you smiled again. You disengaged, rolled me onto my back, rose above me, your wonderful breasts swinging in the dim light from the landing and, positioning yourself drew me back into you. I held your breasts as you moved and watched my penis slide in and out of you as you assumed total control. You bent down and kissed me, tongues swirling and my hands cupped your breasts. You sat up and exposed your clitoris allowing me to rub it and help you in your drive towards orgasm. It took longer this time and we didn't hurry. The feelings built slowly and as you continued to slide up and down on me I kissed your mouth and breasts. Eventually we could contain ourselves no longer and our movements became faster and faster as we drove ourselves towards another mutual climax. With a gasp and a shudder we both came and, spent, we collapsed onto the bed side by side. For a while neither of us moved. Then you looked at me and I knew it was time to leave. I nodded and got up, dressed and kissed you for the final time. Your eyes were closed and your breathing steady. I kissed your forehead and left the way I had come. Fantasy Lover Part One: The Meeting with the Master There were seven of us seated around the table in the private dining room of a swanky New York restaurant. I couldn't believe my good fortune; I had been invited to dinner with a bevy of celebrities. One was a writer and editor for a posh fashion magazine, along with his lovely, but simple blonde buxom wife. There was the rock star, brilliantly handsome even in his older age with his graying hair dyed a light blonde and the crinkles of his eyes giving his face a soft sympathetic look- he was joined by his very young brunette fashion model girlfriend. To cap it off, there was the photographer for the same posh fashion magazine, his two toned spiky hair contrasting with a brilliant purple suit; he was joined by his "friend", a quiet male whose pale face was obscured by heavy dark framed glasses. And then there was me, a struggling freelance writer. We had already placed our orders for dinner and were enjoying an extremely expensive bottle of merlot when the waiter came over bearing a large arrangement of sunflowers. "This is for the lady," said the waiter crisply, his foreign accent a harsh staccato. He pointed to me and set the flowers down on a serving table behind my chair. "There is a note," he said, pulling off the card and sliding it on the table in front of me. I was instantly suspicious. Sunflowers are my favorite flower, but a whole bouquet would not be so easy to come by in the winter months, even in metropolitan New York. I fingered the note as I read it, clean black ink in a precise handwriting on stiff ecru parchment. "Come to the ladies room right away," it read. "Excuse me," I said, nodding to my dinner companions. I didn't say anything about the message and I knew they were wondering what was going on. The ladies room was extremely chic with an antechamber lined with plush floral couches. It should have surprised me that there was a man standing in the ladies room, but it was what he did and the suddenness of it all that made me stand there dumbfounded. He quickly came up to me as I pushed open the door, grabbed my hands together in one strong grip, and with his other hand, slipped a pair of handcuffs over my wrists, securing my hands together in front of me. I should have screamed, but I stood looking stupidly into his handsome face. I staggered backwards, my eyes never leaving his hard gaze, as I waited for him to grab me. He didn't. "Now you may go back to your table, my lady," he said softly. He held the swinging door open for me. I didn't look back, but scurried back quickly to my table, my hands still bound awkwardly in front of me. "You are not going to believe the 'freak-a-zoid' who attacked me in the bathroom," I exclaimed a little too loudly, holding my hands out like a trophy. It was deadly quiet I realized. My six dinner guests looked at me and then back at the chair that I had left. There was a man sitting in my chair. He sat back, languidly, looking at me expectantly, his fingertips touched together in an arc as if he were meditating. I could instantly see that he was very tall, his long legs stretched out in front of him as if he had been waiting hours for me. He was deadly beautiful for a man -- dark hair that curled a little at the nape of his neck; pale, almost translucent skin; dark eyes that blended in seamlessly with his wide pupils. "Hello, Elizabeth," he said in a deep, unwavering voice. Two words that sent chills down my arms. Who was this man? He sat patiently, staring at me, either unaware or uncaring of the other eyes that flitted between him and me trying to understand the interchange. "I am your master, Elizabeth," he said simply, as if that was enough. My mind raced. I now realized who he was - "Beau", or at least that's how I knew him as. I had met Beau on-line about a year ago in an animation/simulation program. The only Beau who I knew up until that day was a computer animated avatar and we had forged a very intense sadistic relationship based on sex and S&M ritual. I knew that there was a real person behind Beau, but now here he was, flesh and blood, sitting in front of me. He represented a year's worth of fantasies -- a make-believe world that I felt I controlled with a click of a button. I had no button to push now to make him go away. He stood up abruptly, his eyes never leaving me, a look of intensity framing his serious face. He was dressed immaculately in a very stylish tailored black suit with a black silk shirt which left only a trace of his hairless chest exposed. He pulled the chair back from the table, and grasping my shoulder, maneuvered me into the chair. "Please, sit down, my dear," he said so normally. I almost started to laugh hysterically from the absurdity of the whole situation. He pushed the chair under the table for me, as if he were just a gentleman seating his dinner date. He stood behind my chair, which unnerved me; I couldn't look up to see him without twisting all the way around and I couldn't look at anyone else at the table, for fear that I would start crying or laughing like a crazy person. So I stared at a spot on the table cloth. Beau leaned over the right side of my chair. I could barely see his face at my side. His finger, long, thin, and hairless, reached out to stroke my cheek, stopping under my chin to grasp it in a vise between his finger and thumb. He was not hurting me, but I could feel the strength in his grip, the reminder of power beneath his gentleness. "I am your master, Elizabeth and you will obey me. Will you submit to me?" He stopped waiting for me. I nodded, my brain whirling. He stood for a moment. "Answer me," he said, the calmness in his deep voice similar to the power beneath his fingers. "Yes, my lord," I said quietly. It was what he wanted to hear. It was the game, I thought. We are playing the game. However, instead of our game being played out in a computer simulation in the privacy of my office, it was now being enacted for the world to see -- or if not the world, then a group of six strangers who might have represented the entire world to me at that moment. My face flushed with the shame of thinking what these people must be thinking. The quietness at the table was unnerving. I could feel the heat of their stares on me. "Your hands are bound with these handcuffs," he said. "You will wear them for me. You will keep them on as you eat your dinner. You will keep them on until I say that you may take them off." "And if I refuse?" I snapped. I was getting over my initial surprise and fear; defiance was starting to creep into my soul. I forced my eyes sideways to stare at him. "Then I will punish you," he said simply, his face or voice showing no emotion. I knew what that punishment would be. He had his favorites -- turning me over his knee and spanking me; tying me to hooks and flaying my backside with leather straps; other punishments, all designed to hurt. But that was cyber sex, I thought. This was reality. Would he really do those things to me? Could he really hurt me? I thought so, and the reality of it all made me shudder so hard that I shook visibly under his grip. "You will be rewarded if you obey me, my dear." His fingers left my face and he reached around and pulled out a lovely grey silk lined necklace case. He snapped the case open to reveal luminous white pearls. "Mikimoto pearls, my dear," he said, pulling the strand out in front of my eyes. "Only the best." He laid the pearls against my face and I could feel the coolness of the pearls contrasting with the heat of his skin. He set down the pearls in the case, closing them, and laid the case next to my fork. On the other side, he laid a red silk ribbon with a small key attached. "You have free will, my dear. You will choose." He stepped back from the chair as I stared at the two. I looked over my shoulder and he was gone. Poof. The door to the private dining room was open and now, waiters were starting to come in, their arms laden with trays of steaming dinners. I watched absently as my dinner was placed in front of me, the waiters artfully lining the backs of the chairs to pull off the metal warmers all at one time. The moment should have been met with polite oohs and ahhs over the gastronomic delight in front of us, but the table was remarkable silent, all trying to digest the full meal of drama which had erupted before them. I sat miserably staring at my steaming potatoes and glazed filet. I tried to raise my hand to grasp my napkin to cover my lap, but it was choreography of cacophony in artfully trying to maneuver my two hands together without knocking something over. With a loud sigh, I grabbed the ribbon in my left hand, trying to slide the key into the tiny keyhole with my right. "What are you doing?" said the rock star in a tight whisper; he was sitting across the table from me. It was the first thing that the others had said the entire time. All six eyes watched me in my struggles. "I am going to eat my dinner," I said very loudly, in what I hoped was a light-hearted, joking tone. I squeezed out a fake smile that invited everyone to continue, and they did. The table erupted with conversation like a dam had been cut loose. No one said anything about what had just happened. I saw the man from the bathroom standing at the doorway, his handsome face plainly pained at my actions. "Hey, 'freak-a-zoid," I yelled, holding up the handcuffs. "Why don't you take these back to your boss for me." He came around the table, his eyes downcast, taking the handcuffs slowly. "Are you sure that you do not want to reconsider?" he said gently. "He is in love with you. Do you know this?" he asked this, as if he did not expect an answer. "I have never seen him before like this." There was something about what he said. Maybe it was the embarrassment of having my lover show up, like a hidden dirty magazine suddenly revealed. Maybe it was the shame of having even been involved in a cyber relationship of that kind. Whatever it was, my defiance flared like a match igniting dry kindling. Who was he to just come here? How dare he order me to submit to him? I may have played the game more than willingly on-line, but this was my life, I thought. I grabbed the grey case and pulled the strand of pearls out. "How much do you think these things are worth?" I asked loudly to the table. The buxom blond on my left fingered them as if she could divine their worth from her fingertips. "Well, they're real, I think" she said authoritatively. "I'd guess about five grand," said the rock star. "I bought my ex a strand about five years ago. I'm sure they're gone up since then." They were beautiful in the light. I could see each round bud shimmer in the crystal light of the chandelier. "I bet they're worth at least ten grand," I said expansively, swinging the pearls around so that everyone could see them hanging. I pulled over my full glass of merlot and plunked the pearls into the wine. Everyone gasped. "Take this back to your boss with the handcuffs," I said haughtily, holding the full glass out to him. He took the glass quickly and scurried out the door. I felt a sickening feeling in my stomach. Pearls are porous. I knew the dark red wine would stain those pearls, probably beyond repair. And they were real -- that I knew. He would be mad, not just mad but furious. I had ruined his gift, a really expensive gift. I felt supremely sad that I had done this -- sad and afraid. My stomach churned with fear as I pulled a forkful of potatoes into my mouth, as if my brazen act did not concern me. I looked up to see him staring darkly at me from the doorway, I set my trembling fork down and held my hands tightly in my lap to stay myself from fleeing out into the street to my freedom. He crossed over to my side. He had the glass of merlot in his hand. Everyone was quiet again. He took the pearls out of the glass and dashed them against the tablecloth, the vivid red spattering the white tablecloth like blood. "Those were real, you know," he said, his quiet voice belying the rage that I knew was boiling over inside of him. "They were worth about $8,000." "I guessed about $10,000," I said with a nonchalance that surprised even myself. "Your dinner is over, Elizabeth. You will come with me," he said. His voice was tight with his anger, his lips pressed together as if something might erupt. "I don't think so. I'd like to finish my dinner." I grabbed my fork in a grip as if maybe I could protect myself with it. I looked up at him with as much sass as I could muster and speared a piece of tenderloin, shoving it into my mouth. I also realized that I would have to chew and swallow the meat, a move which almost made me gag as my throat tightened with the stress of my predicament. "You will come right now, unless you would like to make a spectacle of yourself," he said in a warning tone. "I will not hesitate to lift your skirts right here at this table and paddle your spoiled behind." I don't know what possessed me to do it. I had felt supremely remorseful for the pearls, although I was almost sure that an apology would not diffuse the situation. It was the redhead in me. "I am not so submissive in real life," I said haughtily and swirled my finger around the glaze lining my plate, my eyes glaring at him in defiance, as I slowly sucked the sweetness off the tip. It was a move that would have made any man hot. It succeeded with him, although not the right heat. In a swift move, he had unhooked his belt buckle and had pulled the belt through the loops. It was slow motion; I couldn't move. I couldn't stand up because he was right beside me. I stared in horror as he coiled the leather around his right hand, using his left hand to grab my arm and pull me from my chair. I looked quickly around for help. Surely these people would not allow this. Surely one of them would stand up and say "no." But I couldn't meet eyes with any of them, save for the rock star who narrowed his eyes with a sympathetic glimmer, his glance darting between me and Beau. My "master" was stronger than he looked and I could not break out of his firm grasp. I dug my heels in trying to find leverage to resist, but my high heels were not the best defense and I actually fell forward into his chest. He held me there a moment as we traveled a few more feet to an empty table where he slammed me facedown onto the surface. He held my hands tightly in the small of my back and almost effortlessly, he had pulled up my long black skirt tucking it under my hands and pulling my panty hose and panties down to my knees. I could feel the cool air on my backside and realized with much shame that the entire party at the table was now viewing my naked bottom and would witness the entire whipping that I would be getting. I was now screaming, partly from rage, partly from fear, trying to twist out of the grip that he had on me. I screamed through the first few blows; Beau was remarkable quiet, but I could feel his rage pouring out with each lash. I stopped completely still, hoping my quietness would stop him. He didn't, however. He was methodically spanking me with the belt, not as hard as the first blows, but with a precision that guaranteed that it would not be over quickly. The white tablecloth bunched up under my face, tears sliding down my cheek creating a dark spot on the white. I tried to stare at something, anything that would take my mind off the hopeless pain that was spreading all along my backside. I was now sobbing and any shreds I had of foolish pride were now gone. "Please, please," I whimpered pathetically. "Please stop." He continued, as if to punish me further by making me beg. "I'm sorry," I heaved out, snot running down my nose in a very unladylike fashion. "Please, Beau, I am sorry that I ruined your pearls." Suddenly he stopped, releasing my arms, turning me around and pulling me up into a tight embrace against his chest. I rebelled. "No," I screamed, trying to twist away. I was angry at him, humiliated and I felt confused by his comforting. I would have rather that he had left me a miserable heap on the table than to hold me. He was stroking my head, smoothing my hair, and making soft, shushing sounds. My skirt was still bunched awkwardly around my waist and my panties and panty hose dropped down to my ankles when I stood up, but I laid against his chest as my chirping, hiccupping cries diminished until I could hear the soft thumping of his heart. "You will obey me, my dear," he said, his deep resonant voice echoing through his chest walls. I nodded, unspent sobs racking my body, but he seemed unsatisfied with that. "Answer me," he said firmly. "Yes, I will," I said breaking into a fresh torrent of tears. He left me for a moment, walking back to my chair to grab my pocketbook and the string of pearls. I quickly tried to pull my panties and hose up under my skirt without exposing myself. I covered my face in my hands, unable to look at anyone, as if I could disappear on the spot. He tucked me up under his arm and propelled me forward, out of the restaurant, away from the hundreds of staring eyes. The man from the bathroom held the door open to a limousine and I slid into a seat next to Beau, once again burying my head into the soft silk of his shirt which was now freshly wet with my tears. Part Two: The Limo Ride I had composed myself since that horrible whipping and had pulled myself away from my master's chest. I looked out of the limousine window as lights rushed by. I could tell that we were leaving the city. "Where are we going?" I asked, instantly alarmed. I didn't know if Beau was still angry about my ruining his $8,000 strand of pearls. I had a nightmare of him strangling me, the pink pearls wrapped tightly around my neck. "Don't worry," he said quietly. "I am not going to hurt you. I will take you back to your hotel room." This did little to encourage me as I knew that my hotel room was one of the lights off in the distance. Beau hit a button next to a square speaker on the side of the window. A man's voice answered. I thought it was the same man who was in the ladies room earlier. "Roberto, hand me the warmer, please." There was a solid panel in front of us that compartmentalized the back of the limo cutting it off from the driver. The panel electronically moved down and a glass window appeared. Roberto, the man I recognized from the restaurant, slid the window to the side and handed through an aluminum looking small soft cooler. Beau slid forward taking it and without a word, the window was closed and the panel slid back up into place. We were now alone again. The back of the limo was like a compartment with two long plush beige leather bench seats facing each other. There was a panel that looked to be a television screen that could be flipped down off the ceiling and two compartments on either side of the seats. Beau reached into one of these pulling out two wine glasses. "Would you care for some wine, my dear?" He pulled out a bottle of red wine which had already been uncorked and poured a glass, which he nudged in my direction. I felt my stomach cramp, the sloshing red wine a reminder of my mistake with the pearls. I shook my head numbly. "Water, then?" he asked gently. I nodded. He replaced the second wine glass back into the cabinet and pulled out a heavy large tumbler. He opened another compartment and scooped out a few ice cubes and a bottle of water which he poured carefully into the glass. Instead of handing the glass directly to me, he patted the seat facing us in front of him. "Please sit here, my dear." It was a command, not a request. My bottom was still burning from my punishment and I was quick to comply to avoid angering him further. I sat back nervously as he handed me the cold glass, watching me intently as I sipped the ice water. Fantasy Lover "Thank you," I said meekly. When I had finished, he took the glass from my hand, resting it in a cup holder, and then unzipped the cooler, pulling something into his hand. In a quick move, he knelt over me, his knees resting on either side of me. I instantly cringed, turning my face away from him. I could feel his fingers under my chin and then a warm softness caressing my cheek. It was a warm, wet soft towel; that what was in the warming bag, I thought. What a strange luxury. My master patiently wiped my face gently. I opened my eyes and could see the black on the cloth -- my mascara which was probably all over my face. What I mess I must look like! My face felt puffy and bloated and I could only imagine what I must look like to him. I opened my eyes and regarded him as he patiently wiped my face. His eyes were luminous and wet, large pools of deep brown, almost black and I could see my reflection in his pupils. His skin was fair, but up close I could see a few brown freckles that graced his face, a shadow of black emerging from his jaw line. My hands rested awkwardly in my lap, my fingers clasping my legs, my arms pinned by his arms on either side of me. His hair was soft and wavy and I had to fight an urge to smooth back a stray curl that hung down his forehead. It was a strangely intimate situation and as I stared into his eyes, I felt a strange burning sensation coursing through my body. I wanted to hate this man. Anger, shame, pain all twisted in my stomach, but as I gazed into his eyes, I felt a peace settle into me. I sat back and tried to relax my body under his ministrations. He sat back, apparently satisfied with his progress and folded up the dirty cloth, setting it to the side. "Take off your panties and panty hose, Elizabeth," he said, looking hard at me. So, here it comes, I thought. I knew that he would force me to have sex with him. Keeping my skirt down, I slid off my heels and gingerly pulled down my hose and panties, crumpling them into a ball on the floor. I could not look at him. "Take off your blouse and your bra, Elizabeth." He might have been giving me directions for making a casserole, he was so emotionless. My fingers shook as I unbuttoned the blouse, taking my time with each button. He did not seem to care. I wished that he would have torn the blouse off of me. I wanted him to be angry. It would have been easier for him to rape me forcefully. But this was his control. He was forcing me to submit to him, punishing me beyond any physical punishment that he could have thought of. My bra was plain and I had a moment of regret as I unhooked it, that maybe he thought me plain as well. I wanted to cover my naked breasts with my hands, but my last vestiges of pride and defiance allowed me the courage to keep my trembling hands by my side. "Look at me," he ordered. This was the hardest. I could not meet his steely stare, trying instead to focus on anything else -- his dark, furry eyebrows, a rise above his hard cheekbones- anything but those cold eyes. His eyes finally locked with mine and I could see him peruse my body, his glare burning my skin, flicking over the pale pink nipples, causing them to harden as if he had touched them. "Lift up your skirt and spread your legs for me," he said calmly. I swallowed hard and forced myself to comply, lifting my skirt up and spreading my legs open a little, and then a little wider. He moved forward suddenly, grabbing under my legs and sliding me to the edge of the seat, forcing each of my legs over his knees, spreading me open. I tensed, waiting for him to invade me, but he stopped, making his visual inspection of me, raping me with his eyes. I fought hard against the emotions curling up inside me. Tears welled in my eyes and I squeezed them tight, determined to shut my eyes against the nightmare. I felt his hands move gently up my legs and I waited, quivering, for him to touch me there. But he stopped and even with my eyes shut tight, I could feel the heat of his stare, my pussy growing hot and wet with the anticipation, waiting for his hands to leave my legs. I was scared, but my body was rebelling, the submission of my body laid open to his will, pulling me into a state of longing. This was a man whom I had been intimate with for over a year, if only through words -- a distant voice on the other side of a computer screen. Yet, here he was tonight, a stranger to me. The conflicts of my feelings were overwhelming me. I had trusted this person, allowed his access to my most intimate thoughts and although we had both been playing a part, there had been a real part of me involved. Involuntarily, my hands reached up to grab his hands. He must have thought that I was trying to hold him back, to fight him off. "I am not going to rape you, Elizabeth," he said softly in his defense. "You must want me." I opened my eyes and looked at him. His face had softened and there was something vulnerable in his eyes as he sat there looking at me. "Do you want me?" he said quietly. The firmness was gone from his voice and I sensed hesitation. His eyes flickered and I saw it in an instant. He was in love with me. "Tell me that you want me to make love to you." I knew that I could hurt him. I knew at that moment that I could have said "no," that I could have railed against him, cursed him, battered him with my anger and he would have let me go. I could have whipped him as he had punished me, flaying his soul with a word. My defiance boiled up inside me. Fight him, it said. Hurt him. He sat patiently looking at me, the flicker of hesitation gone. His hands lay firmly on my legs. My mind screamed against him, but my body wanted his touch; just a fingertip would have sufficed my need. "Yes," I said quietly. 'Yes, what my dear?" He was going to make me work for it. He was the master and I would submit to him, not the other way around. "Yes, my lord. I want you to make love to me." This was the contrition that he demanded. He moved his thumb up over my vagina, trailing the hot wetness over my clit, like a hot knife through warm butter. I gasped, my arms wrapped around his wrists as he fingered my pussy, sliding in with his forefinger, his thumb drawing slow circles over my clit, like a raw nerve exposed. I was so hot that I could have come instantly, and sensing my need, he would hold back, taking me to the edge and bringing me back until I was close to screaming. He stopped, carefully sliding me sideways on the bench seat until I was lying flat. He sat back in his seat and took off his jacket, slowly unbuttoning his cufflinks and buttons, sliding out of his shirt. His chest was taunt, not overly muscular, his pale skin covered with a small amount of downy dark hair around his nipples, leading in a line down his stomach. His nipples were small, dark, and hard, like the color of a brown berry. He kicked off his shoes, undid his belt buckle, and slid his pants off slowly. He had on black underwear as well, a cotton bikini that did little to camouflage his desire. He slid those off as well; his body was as beautiful as his face, perfectly formed. I still had my skirt bunched up around my waist, so I slid it off. Now we were both naked and I had a moment's hesitation as I remembered where I was -- in a car with at least two other people in the front, Roberto and the driver. And here we were both naked, but somehow that didn't bother me. I assumed that we would not be disturbed. Beau knelt beside me on the floorboard, leaning over to playfully suck my nipples, first one, then the other, sending pulses of desire down my body. I ran my fingers through his hair, as if to give approval to his playfulness. He sucked at my nipples until they were hardened buds and then started kissing down my stomach. I knew where he was going and I felt a combination of tenseness and ecstasy. His hands spread my legs apart and he paused for a moment, looking at my pussy intently, his fingers rubbing casually over my clit, as if he were plotting strategy. Then he leaned in, his warm mouth covering me, his tongue licking, slow and hard at first, then rapidly flicking. I moaned, concentrating on the feeling of his warm, wet tongue on my secret place- like a bird rapidly beating its wings against a glass window. He continued, sucking hard and then flicking. His fingers fucked me, first one finger gingerly pushing and then two fingers, harder. It was when his thumb brushed over my asshole, the tip pushing gently inside me that, that I felt myself coming hard. I gasped, drawing my legs up, my hands grabbing his head as he continued to suck me beyond my limit, not stopping, sending spasms of intensity coursing through me. "No, No," I moaned. "Stop. I can't take it." He sat up grinning. He leaned up to kiss me and I could taste myself, heavy and thick on his tongue as it pushed into my mouth. My fingers wrapped fiercely around his cock, which was hard and pulsating. I ran my thumb over the tip which was already wet with desire, rubbing the pre-cum down the shaft. I thought that he would want me to return the favor, and I moved to lean over to take his cock in my mouth, but he pushed me back into the soft leather, mounting me with ferocity, sliding hard into my soaking wet pussy. He fucked me hard, arching his back so that he could look down on me as he fucked me. I grabbed his hard, tight ass, pulling him forcefully into me. He pushed my left leg up, angling it against the seat, so that I was spread wide open. "Do you like this?" he said through clinched teeth. "Tell me that you want me to fuck you hard." "Oh yes," I said breathlessly, running my hands from his ass, up his back, raking my fingernails lightly over his shoulders. "Oh God, yes. Fuck me hard. Do it." He continued, sweat breaking out on his face, tiny trickles dampening his thick black locks. His eyes were hard, intense, glazed with passion. He moved inside me, grinding against my pelvis, the dark curls that surrounded the base of his cock tickling my clit. Suddenly he pulled out and knelt on the floorboard, his cock glistening, standing up angrily against his pale stomach. "Turn over, my dear." he said gently. I set my shaking leg down gently and turned over quickly onto my stomach, watching him carefully as I laid my cheek against the warm leather seat, unsure of what he wanted. He sat back on the opposite seat and pulled my body in an angle, my waist bending over the edge of the seat until I was kneeling on the floorboard. He ran his hand up over my back and then down over my buttocks, his fingers moving up between my legs to rub the wetness there, making sure that I was ready for him. He moved gently up against me, grabbing my shoulder with his left hand, his right hand guiding his hard cock inside me, slowly penetrating me. He moved gently into me and I could feel the full length of his cock filling me. He pushed slowly, in and out, and I tried to reach behind to touch him, but I could only grace his hip. He began moving more quickly, his hands firmly grasping my hips, pulling me towards him. "Oooh," I moaned. He was thrusting hard now, ramming me with his hips. His cock felt larger somehow, harder, the tip jutting fiercely into the back of my vagina. It hurt, but with a pain that was not necessarily unbearable, but dominating, creating a sense of pleasure that enveloped me in the pain. His hand grasped at my neck, his thumb hard against my head as if all his energy were contained there. I bit my lip, my teeth hard and fast against my skin, holding back a cry. I squeezed my eyes tight, concentrating on the force of him moving against me. With every thrust, it was as if he were punishing me like the whipping, conquering me. I could feel the intensity building, his body tensing, his passion moving down through him. He groaned and I could feel him come deep inside me, his body trembling, his shaking hands grasping my hips as he continued to push, then stopping still. He leaned over my back, one elbow on the seat, careful not to put his full weight on me. His now limp penis slipped gently out, leaving a hollow feeling inside me. His right hand stroked up my back, smoothing back my hair which was plastered against my wet temple. His fingers caressed my forehead, circling, and then he leaned over, and planted a firm kiss on the area that he had rubbed. He rose stiffly and sat back on the opposite seat, watching me intently. "Come here, my dear," he said, gesturing with his hand. I turned on my knees and crawled into his lap, his arms enveloping me, pulling me up onto his legs. I curled up there, my head resting against his sweat drenched chest, my head tucked down below his chin, so that I could not see his face but could breathe in the smell of his musky cologne mixed with his own smell. I wondered about the man that I held onto. I felt strange, as I now knew him intimately, yet didn't know him at all. I had experienced his anger, his coldness, his passion, and now his love. All of these emotions melded together in a murky soup that was drowning my heart. I desperately wanted to trust this man, and now my mind reeled with thoughts of what the next days would bring. We had enacted our fantasy, once a dispassionate charade on a computer screen, now brought to life. But there was never an "ever after" with our fantasy. Time and time again, it was the same role-play. There was never a place in that fantasy computer world for work, mundane chores, the drudgeries of real life. When it was time, we said our goodbyes and returned back to our reality, exiting out of the game, shutting down our computer screen. Maybe it would be that way tonight. Beau sat quietly holding me for minutes. I could see a glare out of the limo window- lights from the city. We were returning back. "We should get dressed," he said quietly. We slipped our clothes on silently and when we were finished, he pulled me back into his arms. We were entering the city; the streets were now mostly deserted, blackness punctuated by the shiny overhang of the streetlights. There was a quiet peace between us, an unspoken promise. Maybe there is hope in a fantasy coming true. Fantasy Lover My legs are rubbing against each other under the covers, smooth and lotioned till the skin feels like butter. My toes are painted a vixen shade of red and my nails match. My body is freshly showered and my hair freshly washed. Curls cascade down my back, thick and lush.... waiting for you to take hold. My eyes are closed and I'm thinking about the last time you had me. The way you kissed me, the way you held me, the way you fucked me...hmmmm. I can still taste you on my lips. I can still see the look on your face as your cock slid between my lips. I can still feel you inside me. I can still remember your stroke, and how it made my head spin. How it made my heart beat faster. But here's the thing, here I am alone days later. Time and distance make seeing you hard... but I can wait. I still have my little fantasies...tee hee. I shaved because tonight in my fantasy you come to visit...and the scenario goes a little something like this.... It's the middle of the night, my eyes open to the room softly lit by candles. I try to rub my eyes only to realize I can't, because my hands are tied to the head of the bed. I look down and my body is hugged lovingly by my black translucent teddy. My panties are missing, and my pussy quivers because I know you are close at hand. I feel more than hear the door open and you walk in. My legs move restlessly as you approach. Beads of sweat gather between my breasts. The smile on my lips say bring it on. But you look at me like I've been a bad girl and you're about to punish me. It's then that I take notice to what you are wearing. A smile and boxer briefs that hardly disguise your cock tenting the fabric. I lick my lips and begin to speak. "Shhh, you only speak when spoken to. Understood?" You tilt your head and await my answer. "Yes daddy." My voice is barely above a whisper. "Good," You sit on the bed and smile like a king looking down at all he commands. "Now that we have that straightened out... what does my bitch in bed want, hm?" The question is almost rhetorical, we both know that what ever you want I want too, but I answer like a good bitch does anyway. "I want you to feed me that cock please daddy." My eyes are watching the front of your briefs, my mouth is watering, because I want to taste you. "That's a good bitch." You stand and remove the piece of cloth that is keeping the part of you I want to see from me. Climbing over my torso, you take hold of my chin with one hand, and the base of your cock with the other. I open my mouth and look into your eyes coyly. "You want this cock? Hmm?" I can't answer, I'm too engrossed to answer, my mouth is full of your cock. Letting my lids fall closed, I toss my head from side to side and humm my pleasure. I can taste your fluid on my tongue. "That's a good bitch, suck that cock." Your hand moves from my chin to my hair. Your hips begin to move in time with my sucking motion. I can feel your balls swinging just short of my chin. I pull away only to tilt my head for access to those orbs, I want them in my mouth. Your cock twitching against my cheek, you wrap your hand in my hair again and fill my mouth. Each muttered expletive, each time your head falls back, I suck a little faster, a littler tighter, I want you to come. In my mouth, on my tits, on my belly, I don't care. I want you to lose control the way you make me. But you have other plans, pulling yourself from my mouth, you grab my hips and flip me over. It's a bit uncomfortable, but not too much so, you've thought of that too, you tied my hands in such a way that they can slide back and forth on the top rail. Your hands slide up my smooth thighs under the teddy, you first grab, then gently slap my ass. I almost purr with pleasure, and arch my back putting my ass on display for you. You're speaking to me, but I swear I can't hear you, all I can hear is the sound of your hand meeting my flesh. I can feel the tingle, and my pussy weeps with the need for you to fill it. You spread my cheeks and slide one finger into the folds of my pussy, feeling the wet, the warmth, the involuntary quiver as I wait for you to take possession. Then another finger fills me, and the oohs and aahs that come from my mouth are testament to the wetness that coats your fingers. Then just as quickly you pull them from me, grabbing my chin put them in my mouth to taste. "How does that taste baby?" I lick your fingers clean thinking this enough answer. I am wrong. The crack is startling, the sting on the very line of pleasure and pain. Enough to pull the air from my lungs. "I asked you a question bitch." "Hmm daddy, that tastes good." "Hm, good, that's a good bitch. You want this cock?" "Yess daddy." I can just see you over my shoulder, I smile waiting, knowing it's coming. I can feel your cock at my lips. My ass is so far in the air it feels like my back is folded in half, but it's ok. "That's a good bitch, take this cock." You slam home and I mewl because I can feel all of you, I'm soaking wet. The noises I make, and seeing you bite your lip is enough to make me even wetter. Arching into each thrust, you hit just the right spot. I press my face into the pillow, I can feel my body tightening just, one, more, thrust. My legs are quivering and my body is warm all over. I long to get up on my knees. I need more leverage. I toss my head back, and you take hold of my hair. "You like that baby, how's that cock?" I smile and before I can answer I have to bite my lip as aftershocks make me want to scream. "Fuck! More daddy, fuck me daddy." My eyes are closed, I miss the smirk what I don't miss is the change in tempo. Each thrust reverberates through my body. My moans gain volume, and your tempo becomes almost clumsy in rhythm, but I'm right there with you. It's wild and primal, and full of sparks, and just before you let go, your chest meets my back, your hands slide up mine and cover my clenched fists. Turning my head I meet your lips with mine just as we come. Sagging to the bed in exhaustion, we try almost in vain to catch our breaths. "Hi." You say softly as you brush the hair from my forehead. "Hi yourself." We chuckle a little as you untie my wrists. It's then that I open my eyes from my fantasy. My fingers are soaked with my juices, and my body lay sprawled on the same bed I saw you tie me to. Hmmmm, we're definitely gonna have to put that one to the test. Fantasy Lover Dear Lit Readers, Many of us have been exposed to chain letters in our postal mailbox and now we're inundated, if not protected, with unwanted emails. But there are times we're tired, need a break, and when a letter like this comes along we can't help ourselves we have to read it. Sometimes to the bittersweet end. Sincerely yours, txblush This is an original work by Kit E. Belle/txblush and is protected under © copyright by U.S. copyright law. It is only being submitted at Literotica.Com and the Author has not authorized any submission to any other site. ~~~~~ Before I begin there's something you should know. When you read this, consider the tone. It's soft and low, above a whisper-at times-and should be read with care and attention. Now I know you may wish to rush through, but doing that could spoil the affect. It's up to you. I don't have control when it comes to you. Nor do I control the speed that you read. All I ask...is that you...take a moment...before we begin...to let your mind...and your body. Let the words...sink in. There. You see. I hope that helped you catch my drift. Shall we begin? By the way. I'm standing behind you and reading softly to us over your shoulder. I hope you don't mind? I'll leave if you don't want me here with you. No! Okay. Since you insisted, I'll stay. Comfortable? Is the room's lighting dim? Are you reading this in the dark? Is it late at night or daylight? Are you a man or a woman? It doesn't matter to me, because by the time you finish reading this I'll have cum on or in me. Don't look shocked. We both know that's the reason you're sitting here at your desk. Or are you in a soft chair using your laptop? Relax. Sit back. Yes, that's it. Here let me help you. No wait! Check and make sure you're alone. Lock the door. Please. I'd hate for us to be disturbed. Having said that I must apologize to you, I had to rid myself of company too. Who? No one you know and please don't ask anymore questions. It's better this way. I don't know about you, but I prefer we keep this anonymous and secret. Just between the two of us. Don't you agree? Good. Now relax. Sit back and follow along. Hmmm. That's it I had a strong feeling you'd go along. Here let me help you take off your shirt. Oh! Your shoulders are very tense. Long day at work? Shh. Don't answer. I'm sure that it was. I know what you need. A massage. Feel my hands on your shoulders? Don't answer. Just lean back and relax and feel the heat...of my hands. Let the warmth, seep in....Now take a breath.... That's it...breathe in...and out. And breathe again.... Good. If you need to, close your eyes. Go ahead. It's okay. I'm here to help you relax. Nothing more....Just a little light reading to help you unwind and feel restored, while I rub your neck and along your collarbone. Hmmm. See you're already unwinding for me. Your skin is very hot. It's heating me too. Mind if I remove a piece of clothing or two? I promise not to take too long. Ah. That's much better. Oh! You want to ask me a question? What is it sweetheart? Am I a man or woman? Well...that all depends...Who do you need me to be? I'll let you in on a secret. I'm your fantasy lover and it's up to you to decide if I'm a man or a woman while we read this together. Here's a hint. Listen closely, to the voice in your head while reading along with me. If you need to go back to the beginning of this. Go ahead. Begin again. I can wait. Because I want you in the most relaxed state. I'll work out the tension...and if you'll follow the pace it will heat up and you will rise from your chair...relaxed, refreshed, and ready for bed. Or a short nap if that's all the time that you have. Now where were we? Oh yes. I remember. I removed my shirt. And I'm still behind you with my hands resting on your overworked shoulders. I gently press my hands down and I'm leaning next to you. My lips are close to your ear. I'm quietly telling you. Don't hold your breath. Did you feel my warm breath fanning your neck? Did it give you chills? Or thrills? Yes. No. And please don't turn around. There's no need to answer me not yet. Face the screen and continue to read along with me. I just wanted to know if you were paying attention to your senses. Take a minute to check in with yourself. Did you have a physical reaction? If so, then my job as your fantasy lover will become more interesting...for you...and for me. That is, if, you pay attention to you and to me. Did you know there is a right way to give a massage? No, I'm not a professional masseuse, but I do have a few tricks up my sleeve. Little things that I've learned along the way. For instance I've already felt that your muscles are knotted and tight beneath the palms of my hands. I can work those out of you. Get you to feel the popping sounds that are like plastic bubble wrap deep under your skin. But for now I'll just run my warm hands across the length of your shoulders. Ask you to breathe deeply and help you unwind. My hands squeeze your shoulders where they meet at the joints of your arms. I roll them in small circles going counter clockwise. Your head's getting heavy resting on your neck. Sit deeper into your chair darling. That's it. Let me help you remove the stress of your day. You don't have to move from where you sit. There you go sweetheart. Lean back a little bit. I can feel you relaxing. You're nice and comfortable now. I'm going to take a minute or two to work my way back to your neck. If you feel the need to pause and drop your chin to your chest. Go ahead while I run my hand at the base of your neck and hair fanning my fingers outward and upward cradling the back of your head. Hmmm, I love giving you a massage baby. Close your eyes. Let them rest. Take another deep breath. I'm watching you closely. I love the softness of your hair in between my fingers by the way. Hmmm, oh yes, your head is getting heavier in my hand. You are very relaxed. I lean your head back and rest it against the back of your chair. I touch the sides of your face cupping your cheeks and soothing your temples with my fingertips. I caress you tenderly until your jaw rest in the palms of my hands. Open your eyes, love. I'm not through with you yet. You let out a deep sigh as you partially open your eyes. I haven't invaded your personal space as I stand next to you and my hands remain caressing your face. I let you take a look at me. I won't lie to you. I hope you like what you see. I have a confession to make. I have the urge to lean down and kiss you while I continue to caress your beautiful face. May I give you one, sweet and tender, kiss? It will help move things along. Hmmm.... that's it, let me have a taste. No. Don't move. Let me do the work. Keep your eyes open baby. That's the best way to enjoy a kiss. Oh yes, that was nice. And I see you watching me lick my lips. You taste like honey to me, sweetheart. Now I have to step behind you. You turn your head to follow me. I turn it to face the screen asking you politely to please continue to read. My hands don't stop their slow movements down the length of your upper arms. I enjoy touching you and feeling your warm skin. My focus. My entire reason for being here is to spend this time with you. You are very special to me. Without you I wouldn't exist. Another urge has come over me. I can't help this and I hope you don't mind that I press myself against you, wrap my arms around yours, and give you a hug. Oh you smell wonderful to me. A special blend of scents that touched and caressed you throughout your day and they're mine to breathe in. Hmm, and I can't help kissing the soft fine hair at the back your neck...or alongside, behind, and below your earlobe. Listen closely lover. Can you hear me breathe you in and give you a soft sigh? I'm enjoying myself too much to stop, but I don't want to rush this just tease you a little. That is my natural way you see and it wouldn't do for me to go against it. Whew! I am a little overheated again. I need to slip out of the rest of my clothes. No. Let me do the work. Give me a moment and after I'm through. I'll help you remove your clothing too. When I make my way there, but not a minute before, okay? Good. And once again I knew you'd understand me. Besides I have barely began giving you your massage. Sit back.... Relax.... Breathe.... Let go of the computer mouse in your hand.... That's it. Let your thoughts wander behind closed lids.... Let your body sink deeper into your chair while my hands move across your shoulders and down the length of your arms. Loosening the stiffness of your forearms, hands, and fingers...you need to let go of your control...the movement and pace...in this moment in time...is mine to decide. Let me get down on my knees beside you. Was that a tremble I felt coming from you? You deserve this you know. And I'm not shy about telling you so. Now take another breath and let it out slowly. Hmm. Oh yes, a kiss in the palm of your hand for doing as you're told. What I'm about to say next may encourage you to speed things along. Please don't sweetheart. Sit for a moment while I tell you that I too am aroused. And all it took was your lustful gaze. I know that my kneeling beside you stirred your desire. And that my bowed head when I tenderly kissed your palm lifted your heart beat up a little higher. How do I know this? It's quite simple. I pressed my lips against the pulse of your wrist. And I heard you gasp at the sight of me spreading my legs wider for you. That was a little wicked of me to reveal my desire, but you did come here for other reasons than reading so I'm not going to apologize for providing you with a glimpse; of my longing for you. I want you to touch me baby. A soft caress with your fingertips along my cheek while I face the computer's screen and read aloud to you. Shall I tell you what I'm thinking as I stay in this pose. This is how I worship you when you come here to visit and read my words. It's the two of us. In our own world filled with any number of incredible journeys. This one in particular is very special to me because it's dedicated to you. Thank you honey for coming here. You mean everything to me. I believe we are quite in tune now. You understand me and I understand you. Shall we continue what we started? Because from here until the end I'll continue to touch as many places of your body as I can. To fulfill your lust for me and my words. Is it romance you seek? Another kiss. I'll give it. I won't demand anything from you that you can't give, except your time and attention while I trail my hands and my fingers along the tops of shoulders. I rise to my feet to finish with kisses where my fingers touched. I move leisurely and with care placing my lips on warmed skin going lower while watching your chest rise and fall. Your mind is filling with images of me, while you gaze down at where my mouth touches. I leave moisture from my tongue that I dry with my breath. I pause at your chest right above your heart. It's beating faster and stronger. I gaze at you. I press your shoulders down against the back of your chair. I know baby that you want more from me. I can't tell you how much that means to me. I lean down and place a kiss over your heart and whisper, 'I love you Angel. You are precious to me.' I can see the skepticism mixed with your lust. It's okay. If you don't believe me. I understand that it's difficult since we met...what was it? A few minutes ago. Or has it been longer than that that you've waited for me. I'm sorry sweetheart. I didn't mean to alarm you with my declaration of love. Relax. Take a breath and pull yourself together. Better yet let me help you as I'm not finished with you yet. Hmm...I love the feel of your chest underneath my hands. You fit perfectly as through your chest was made specifically for me to fondle. Oh my, I can feel the tips of your nipples tightening into buds in the palms of my hands. And I can feel the plumpness of your flesh. It stirs my blood and I can't resist licking first one then the other nipple on your pert chest. Oh and the salty taste of your skin makes me sigh, and moan, as I glaze each one with strokes from my tongue. You are a delectable treat with sweetness I can begin to see from the inside showing through to the outside of you. Now I need you to do something for me. Together let's get you out of the rest of your clothes. Oh yes. That's it. Stand up for a moment. Let me get a good look at you. Relax honey, there's no need to rush. I'm not going anywhere. I want to get closer to you baby. Maybe sit on your lap. Then you can read to me, for a little bit, while I massage the front and down the length of your body. Or maybe I'll step behind you and press myself against your back with my hands caressing the sides of your body. Oh darling, there is one thing I forgot to mention and I have to warn you about me. I enjoy giving tingling sensations with my fingernails down the span of your back. Don't worry I'll sooth any scratches I deliver. If you behave, I'll give you a full massage, with nothing more than my tongue. And you'll moan for me. Take a deep breath now. Let me feel your ribs expand and fill with the air that you breathe. It's mixed with the scent of your arousal and mine. That's it keep breathing while my hands move down to your waist. Any other time I wouldn't do this but I can't help it. I have to wrap my arms around you again. It's okay if you want to lean back. I'll support you. I want to take care of you and give you the massage you deserve. Get undressed sweetheart my hands will stay atop yours. Shh. Let's take this nice and easy. I don't want to hurry. Goodness your are beautiful without your clothes on. I don't know about you but I find this moment incredible. My heart is pounding inside my chest. I can hardly stay on my feet standing in front of someone as special as you. I'm on bended knee. See my lust for you in my eyes. A deep craving for you is inside me when I gaze at you. I can't help the feeling that runs through me when my hands touch your hips and buttocks. I love the feel of your plump cheeks they are soft and smooth. Hmmm...you ass is tender too. Maybe in the future I'll place my mark on you. For now honey all I wish to do is caress you. I admire the length and shape of your thighs and calves right down to your ankles and feet. Hmm...I can't resist the urge to kiss and nibble on your precious toes. Rising from that worshipping place, I make my way up again giving you more of my lips and my tongue. Kissing you above and behind your knee baby, to help you relax. There isn't a single part of you that I haven't seen now, except what lays hidden inside your tender flesh. Have a seat lover. Because it's your turn to read to me for a little while. Let me see what you're made of on the inside. Now isn't the time to be shy or ashamed you've gotten this far and you see I'm still here. Open your legs for me baby. Spread them apart. I'm not asking politely and you really should do as I say. Because the time has arrived for you to give yourself over to me. I have touched and caressed every inch of your body. And you are completely relaxed. What? Oh now don't be shy, sugar. You've covered and protected your prize and given little thought to pleasuring me throughout your difficult day. Let me have a taste of your sweet tasty center. Let me worship the creamy wet spot between your thighs. Open up for me darling. I'm on my knees angel. And it is my most fervor wish to please you while I tease you with my tongue. Now do as I say and spread your fucking legs! That was quite wicked of me to do to you. I don't know what came over me. Maybe I should have told you this at the very beginning. You see precious there is one thing you need to understand about your visit to me in this land of ours. It is mine to control not yours. I'll understand if you feel the need to leave me and go find another fantasy lover. I hope you find someone with better verbs than mine and multiple depictions of intimate descriptions to fill that insatiable mind of yours. Some place where you won't have to give for your pleasure and that your body will naturally spill and spew out of you without you spreading your legs and allowing me to dwell into your wicked senses. But I want you to think about something before you go. It takes two in this land of fantasy and I warned you that I was a tease and that I'd make demands. What? You don't recall me telling you that about me. Then maybe you should start at the beginning again because I did tell you it is in my nature, honey. Along with getting you to relax and unwind from your stressed filled day. As far as I can tell that was all that was required of me because you said so few words baby and you didn't do as you were told. Such a shame too because I'm already half in love with you. And it pains me to think of all the work that we've done and that neither of us will gain satisfaction.... Unless...and if you don't mind letting me put the words in your mouth. Have you whisper and beg me for my hands, fingers, lips, and tongue to touch the most intimate parts of you. I enjoyed giving you a massage and teasing you. But I'd be more satisfied if I pleased you. And I can't lie to you. Although, now that I think about it I did make a bold claim, but it was necessary to gain your undivided attention darling. And I do want you to return. Whenever you need a moment to relax and unwind. I want it to be me that you visit. I want it to be me you dream of when you settle down and drift off trying to relax. Now there are a couple of questions you might want to consider. Very important ones that I did ask but you didn't reveal. Are you a man or a woman? And do you need a cock or a cunt between my thighs? Or will my tongue be enough? Because up until now honey I have touched your mind, emotions, and parts of the body that everyone possesses. But if I am to truly become your fantasy lover you'll have to give to no one but me. It's in my nature to demand. I do it to you and to me. I give what is most desired. My time, attention, and devotion to you. There is one last thing you should know about me darling. I pride myself on not making assumptions about you in this fantasy world of ours. You are very special to me. Without you I couldn't exist. I'm already fading away because I haven't received your gifts.... Fantasy Lover After many years of not hearing anything about her, one day there it was on the screen of his PC, an Email asking him to join face book and Yahoo as one of her friends. He couldn't resist and so it started. His relationship wasn't going well at the moment (again) his mind started to wander, what does she look like, is her body still as amazing as it used to be, were her breasts still perfectly sized and shaped as he remembered tipped with nipples just right to nuzzle and suck, the things of beauty, and the object of his recant masturbatory fantasies. After several weeks of I.M he decided to do something about it and after some serious internet searches he had her address, he knew her birthday was this month but couldn't remember the date. Oh what a stroke of luck an I.M saying "Happy birthday to me tomorrow" Was it a hint? Did she want to see him? 'Go on do it' he thought 'It won't hurt just to see her'. So the following day armed with a bottle of wine and a card, her address programmed into the sat nav he set off after work. He knew she lived somewhere near to the site he was working on and sure enough it only took about ten minutes to get there. Nervously he approached the door and knocked, the door opened and there she was looking just the same as he remembered perfectly proportioned despite the fact that she was some nine or ten years older and the mother of not three daughters but now four, and yes her breasts looked just as perfect, her ass just as pert as it ever was. He was starting to get hard just seeing her, after all these years she still looked as totally fuckable as she did the first time he saw her, (skin tight cream ski pants molded to that tight round ass the cream mohair jumper low in the back and showing off those perfectly shaped braless tits) The meeting was awkward as all four of her daughters were there. His mind wandered and slipped away into that private place of his memory it took all his concentration to keep coming back to listen to what she was saying and hoping he was making the right noises in the right places, he was finding it increasingly more difficult not to stare at her lovely breasts, barely hidden by the small vest top she was wearing, after making small talk for a while he made his excuses and left still sporting a semi hard cock. After several more weeks of IM and sending more and more suggestive face book pokes the opportunity arose to see her again, she was showing some of her artwork at the local college in an end of term exhibition. Again his heart rate rose at the thought of seeing her and for several days before hand he had an almost constant semi erection, and found that he had an increased need to masturbate. On the Wednesday he decided that he should go to the exhibition, after all he had promised her that he would go. At lunch time he went to the building she had told him it was at hoping she would be there so he could see her petite but at the same time voluptuous body again. She was there and she looked wonderful, all the curves in the right places, though more hidden than last time he saw her, tight fitting jeans and black top with a jean jacket over, her hair longer than he remembered. 'Her breasts were they bigger' he thought 'they look bigger than I remember'. She stood and came over to him, they hugged, she had always been a very touchy feely person he remembered. As they hugged he was aware that his hand was resting on the clasp of her bra and that he could feel her breasts pressing against his lower chest, his already semi hard cock twitched up a notch he didn't want to let go but also didn't want to appear over friendly in front of her friends, what he really wanted to do was kiss her, not the friends greeting sort of kiss, but the long hard, tongue tangling saliva swapping I want to fuck you sort of kiss, instead reluctantly he loosened his hold on her and stepped back. After a short time both her friends that were there said their goodbyes and left leaving them alone. Her artwork was good but he was finding hard to concentrate and show the appreciation it really deserved, he really did want her. He wanted to taste her. He wanted to feel her. He wanted to hold her. He wanted to be IN her. Damn it he wanted to fuck her. Finding it more and more difficult he said he would have to make a move and get back to work, she suggested going for a coffee. They arrived at the café and ordered, she got a skinny latte. 'like she needs to be that careful' he thought 'she's still the same size she was when I first saw her nearly, what was it, bloody hell it's seventeen years, and she's still the same size'. He tried to make small talk but it was no good his mind kept wandering, the image of her naked except for stockings and suspenders sat astride him, riding him, impaling herself on his rigid cock, her breasts jiggling each time she sank onto him kept drifting onto his mental viewing screen. Every time he turned to speak to her his eyes were drawn to her breasts and he was sure she had noticed him talking to her breasts and not her. Her hands were resting on the table slowly turning the tall glass of coffee, she stroked the glass a couple of times and in his minds eye the glass became his rigid member she was slowly stroking, up and down her fingers wrapped around him, laid on his back her breasts pressing against him, wanking him, her hand twisting slightly as it ran up and down his length until with a shuddering sigh he erupted onto her hand and his own stomach. Back in the real world he was sure she must have seen that he was now nearly fully erect his cock lifting the front of his pants to form a tent and starting to leak pre cum. 'Bloody hell that was almost real' he thought 'I'm going to have to go before I do something I'll regret'. At the entrance to the underground car park they parted to go their separate ways, before parting they hugged 'god she felt good' he kissed her forehead wishing she would lift her head and meet his lips with hers. Back at work he couldn't get her out of his mind, and so now here I sit at my laptop putting my thoughts into words because I had to let you know how I feel and what you do to me. There will always be a special place in my heart and a hard on in my pants for you. Love you always P.