0 comments/ 37210 views/ 17 favorites If You Were Here By: FunGirl2 If you were here, I'd lead you from the front door into the living room. I would have already had all the candles lit and some soft music playing, and a couple of glasses of sparkling champagne ready for us. Swaying gently to the music, I would guide you over to the couch, my hands behind my back, holding yours, and swaying back and forth in front of you to the music. You can tell by the gentle ruffle of my little summer dress that I have nothing on underneath. You start to say something, but I put my finger to my lips and make one of those "ssshh" motions, shaking my head back and forth. Wondering what you have in store, you quietly comply and let me lead you. I take you right in front of the couch, push you backwards a bit, until I have you seated in the center cushion. My body and hand movements are in time with the sweet slow rhythm of the music playing softly in the background. Slowly, as I sway back and forth, I place myself in a kneeling position in front of you on the floor. I place both hands on your knees, and gently spread them apart as I move in closer. All this time I never take my eyes off of your eyes or face. I tenderly press on your chest until you are leaned all the way back into the back cushion, then my hands trail down your chest, toward your belt. Without ever taking my eyes off of you, I quietly slip your belt out of his loops and out of the buckle...slowly, teasingly, I lean into you, taking your zipper between my teeth... seductively tugging it down, inch by inch until it is at the bottom. Still looking into your eyes, I use my hands to pull aside the open edges of your jeans, exposing your white boxers underneath. You reach behind me, pulling the clip from my hair, letting it all fall down in a breezy cascade, as it kisses my face from side to side and I shake it all free. We look each other knowingly in the eyes... you smile and succumb to my seduction. As the song changes to an even slower, sexier ballad, I gently reach my inside your boxers and initially gasp at the hardness I have found. I slowly grasp the thickness of it, freeing it of its confines, bringing it out into the open... I take my other hand, place it inside of your boxers, and loving release your warm, full balls out into the open as well. Now what I have before me is such a beautiful image! I can see your handsome face, your loving eyes, warm smile, and your red throbbing cock and beautiful shaven balls all before me. Your balls are so big right now! They must be full of something for me... are they? I take my right hand, run it between my legs into my wetness, bring it up so I can taste it... It tastes soooo good! Then, with all its wetness, I gently wrap it around your thick, hard cock. There is so much of my cum on my hand, that I can slide it up and down the shaft so easily! I alternate between looking up at your face, seeing that wave of pleasure wash over you as your eyes roll back, then I look down and watch my slick hand sliding up and down...watching that vein on the underside grow even thicker and thicker... then I look hungrily down at your balls, as they contract and expand as they are filling with more delicious cum for me!! As I stroke your cock, oh so slowly, I quietly lean into you, first flicking one ball with the tip of my tongue, then the other... delighting in the slight flinch I feel your body make, and the gasp I hear you take, with each flick. Sweetly, I take first one ball in my mouth.. .gently sucking on the sac, as I trace the shape of your ball with my tongue. I can feel the other ball with the tip of my tongue, too, and it wants attention! So I slip that one of out my mouth, gently sliding over with my mouth, never completely taking any of you out of my mouth, then gingerly tug and suck on that sac, again tracing the shape of your ball with my tongue. Every time I do this, I can feel your cock jump in my hand, and get even harder!! I look up at you, with your ball still in my mouth, and you return my look... hands wrapped in my hair, smile on your face which is all glowing, gently rubbing your hands through my hair. This feels so good, doesn't it? I slowly pull back until I can see the entire picture of you again. Still stroking your cock, some of your pre-cum has started to ooze out, making my hand-strokes even slicker. I can see the flicker of the candles glisten in the wetness that surrounds your cock. Oh, honey, it looks so good that I just sit back on my heels and admire the beauty of it for a few minutes. Slow, gentle strokes the entire length of the shaft...up and down, up and down... I start moving up in front of you, still between your legs. You can feel my hair as it brushes up against your jeans as I move. I move up over you in a position so that I can look down and see the head of your cock right in front of my face...I can see some more pre-cum that has formed and is just waiting for me. I quickly glance up at you to make sure you are still feeling pleasure... you are. I pull my hand down on your cock so that the hole on the end opens up for me as the skin is pulled even tighter. I arch my neck downward and dip the tip of my tongue into that lovely hole, spooning out that delicious pre-cum with my tongue. It tastes like sweet honey! I then use my tongue to swirl that pre-cum all around the now-swollen head of your cock, making it even shinier for me to see candle-glow in. I can feel my ass swaying slowly back and forth to the music, as I aim my mouth to satisfy my hunger that has been growing. As I lick the head of your cock in circles, I teasingly move my lips down and around the thickness of the head, then closing them around as I move slightly past that...then moving back to the tip again. I can feel your body anticipate my mouth, and it makes me smile. I know you are feeling pleasure. After several slow, loving repeats of sucking your head into my mouth, I then inch my way down the entire length of your cock... inch by inch, by inch, by inch.. until I have reached the base of it, and can feel your balls against my lips with you down the back of my throat. I gently begin to massage your balls, rolling them around in my left palm, while I wrap my right arm underneath and around your upper thigh to pull you in close to me. The first time your cock goes the full depth down my throat, I can hear and feel you *sigh* in total relief, as if this is what you have been thinking about all night. I stay there for a moment so you can enjoy that warm sensation for a few. I know that you are ready now, and so am I. I can feel my own cum running down my inner thigh, and my pussy is soaking wet! I move upwards a bit so I can be completely over you. Methodically I begin pumping your cock with my mouth, making love to it with my lips and tongue. I occasionally glance up at you, and your head is laid back, eyes closed, and you are in total oblivion, hands still entangled in my hair as you pull me onto you. I now have both hands around your waist so I can go deeper and deeper. I can feel that vein continuing to grow as you fuck my face, and I move faster and faster up and down your hard cock now. You can hear the moans in my throat, and feel them too, as I near closer and closer to orgasm. I can feel your body stiffen and arch a bit, your hands tighten in my hair, and I can feel your balls as they pull into your body. You have something for me, don't you baby? Yes, I know it is that time... I quicken my pace just a bit to meet your pelvic thrusts into me...You are trying to catch your breath, but you can't... it's almost there... it's right there...you can feel it and I can feel it, it's coming! Then I feel that vein start to pulsate... then the warm rush of delicious, sweet fluid hits my throat... your body stiffens like a board, back arched, pelvis thrust upward into me, and that vein is pulsing... and pulsing. You are my filling my thirsty throat with lots of sweet juice as I hungrily suck it all down. When I can tell you've cum as much as you can, when your body is no longer going through spasms, I slowly, gently pull my mouth back off of you, releasing you, while I move back to a kneeling position. I sweetly lean in to lick clean anything that may be left, and with each flick of the tongue, your body again quivers. I look up at you, and I don't recall the last time I've ever seen you smile so big. I slowly move up to the couch and sit beside you, lying softly in your lap, leaning into you and hugging you. We both sit there and try to catch our breaths as we start to calm down, listening to the sweet sounds of the music, taking in the scents of the warm candles, our sweat and our cum. After a few minutes, you pull my face up to yours, kiss me deeply, and, as you look in my eyes, you say, "It's your turn next, lover..." then you grab my hand and lead me to the bedroom for the next chapter... If You Were Here If you were here now, this is how I would make love to you... I would bring you into my room, bring you inside and lock the door. I would take your clothes from your body; not slowly, not even romantically, but with the urgency of need. With the curtains closed, I would blindfold you and tie your hands and feet to the bed struts. This bed is so narrow there is no room for two to move, and it is scarcely long enough for your height, but I place cushions under your heels to make you comfortable and put a second pillow under your thighs. I do not even remove my own clothes, yet. I am afraid that without my clothes I would lose all control and make love to you immediately. But time has been too long for that, time far too long without you. I want to savour your body as long as possible, before you experience mine. Instead, I straddle your chest with my half-clothed legs, my body facing away from you as I admire your penis. Your skin is so soft, and the flesh so firm underneath, I could touch you this way for hours. Sometimes I forget what that can do, what it is like to have someone caress you there slowly, so slowly. I run my forefinger around the top of your cock. I like this part of you, the colour and feel of the skin, the pattern of your veins. I stroke with one finger the underside of your cock, following the ridge of loose skin at the top, down, tracing your veins, to your balls. They are tight already. I cup your balls in one hand and stroke them with my thumb, then let go and run my palm across them, following lightly with my fingers. I stroke your inner thighs with my other hand. A tiny drop of moisture emerges at the tip of your cock. I touch it with my forefinger and spread your fluid over your glans. Then I bend to kiss you where I have spread it. You can feel what I am doing before I have done it, and push up with your thighs. You are aching in the same way that I am aching. I can feel the heat in your flesh, and the tension in mine. My cunt is tightening. I want you inside me. I take my hands from your groin and place them on my thighs. From here I can bend down a little and blow a stream of air onto your skin, the way I know it arouses you. Your cock jumps. I bend further, far enough that my breasts hang either side of your cock, and draw my fingers lightly over your legs, from your calves up to your inner thighs, almost to your balls, then stop short and begin again, stretching myself to full length over your lower body so your organs touch my chest, then drawing away with my body as my hands again come close to touching your cock. I can feel how hard your cock is. It seems harder each time my breasts brush past it. You must be impatient with me, you must want to be inside me already, but you have not made a noise. I am glad the ropes are tight. I want to savour all of you before I take you - your smell, your taste, the feel of your skin, the look of you. I bring my hands to your balls and draw my fingertips slowly over them. You squirm beneath me - it tickles you. I move my hands further up and cup them around your penis, squeezing gently at its base. Still holding the skin I move my hands upward, very slowly, and them down again. And again; but this time even slower. And again. Another drop of fluid appears on your glans. I lick it off carefully. It tastes of salt. Moving my lips down to kiss you, I have slipped back, and now my cunt is close to your face. You lift your head and nuzzle me. I am still clothed, but through the silk of my underwear you can taste my fluid seeping, and you stretch out your tongue to take in more. I tremble, but it is not time for this. So I tease. While your tongue and lips still press against me, I undo the fastenings of my skirt. I hear you breathe more quickly, anticipating me naked, my skin against your mouth, my juices on your skin. I straighten and stand up, out of your reach, and draw the skirt over my head. I take off my thong , dropping it so they land on your chest. My blouse and bra I throw on the floor. Then I kneel between your legs. Here you cannot reach me, but I can touch you. You say something - you are disappointed, and tense against the ropes, but I do not answer you. Your legs are tied apart and now I nestle my face between them, taking in your smell and the warmth of your skin. I reach out my tongue and touch it to your inner thigh, tasting the saltiness of you. I hold there a minute then move higher, taking in new salt, new skin. Very slowly moving up your leg in this way, I reach the crack between your your balls and your groin, and here I pause. Carefully, slowly I repeat the same process on your opposite thigh. This time I go on to lick your balls, running my tongue over them from top to bottom, until you push so hard on the ropes I am afraid you will hurt yourself. And at this, I lift up and lay my body on yours, so that your erection pushes into my soft belly. I kiss you on the mouth. Your tongue pushes into my mouth, hard, running over my teeth and tongue and gums, drawing saliva from me, for a minute or more. You will not let my tongue into your mouth, you push me away every time I try to enter. And your cock pushes against my belly, so hard, you grind into me, as far as the ropes will let you move. It is the first time we have kissed. After a minute has passed, you pull your head away as if to signal an end. I don't want this. I want to cradle your head in my arms, gently lick and nibble at your ears, leave great love bites on your neck and shoulders, and hard teeth marks on your chest. But I let you have your way. I lift myself from your torso and kneel again between your legs, taking my thong from where it has lain on your chest, and wrap it around your cock. The moisture touches your soft skin. I rub the fabric over your cock. Each time a drop of fluid appears at the tip, I wipe it away. I rub faster and faster, bringing you closer to orgasm. You are trying to hold back. I stop. I kiss you gently on your glans, and lick around the rim of your cock. You push up, wanting to be in my mouth. Briefly I allow it, letting your cock slide into my mouth, letting you feel the warmth of my mouth and its wetness. Then I pull away and again wrap the cloth around your penis. Slowly I rub the garment over your organ, then faster, faster, faster. Your face contorts, you are holding back, waiting for me to stop. But this time I don't stop. And when your cum shoots out, falling onto our belly, and covering my hands, I take it and spread it over your body and mine. I touch it to my lips, and then I kiss you. You pull away. I think you are angry. You wanted to be inside me, this first time. I lie on your chest and feel the wetness of my cunt, and how swollen it is with passion. Your cock is soft now. With one hand I take and wet it with my fluids, and with the other I gently stroke it. Then I kneel beside the bed and take your length in my mouth, feeling all the folds of skin with my tongue, one by one. I suck on it, gently then hard by turns, I push it around my mouth with my tongue. Gently I take it between my teeth and scrape the soft skin. I feel the blood rise and the tissue swell. You begin to fill my mouth. Soon I cannot hold you all, and I begin to lick and bite along the sides of your cock instead, then taking you inside my mouth briefly, moving my lips up and down over you. All the while my hands are playing over your balls, or rubbing over the base of your cock, or stroking your thighs. I take your length into my mouth, and now I move up and down over your penis, flicking with my tongue as I move, gently sucking at your flesh, still moving my hands over you, lightly stroking your balls, or holding the base of your penis between finger and thumb, pulling at you as my mouth moves. I feel how your cock jumps - and then I slow down, release you, only lightly touching with one finger, or two, hold you in suspense before beginning again, before once again taking you in my mouth, sucking, licking, stroking, teasing. This goes on for a long time. My cunt is so hot, so wet. At times I touch myself with one hand while I am licking you, and then take my fingers and lick them, tasting my juices. Now I untie the blindfold. I kneel above your erect penis, just high enough that our organs do not touch, and begin to masturbate. Slowly, slowly. At first, touching only the outer lips of my cunt, my index finger running over and around them, spreading the moisture spilling from me. My lips are swollen with blood, full and aching to be touched. Even without touching inside them, I am shaking at the pleasure. You are watching me. I lean back so you can see more easily. I drag my nails over the inside of my thighs, leaving red marks like arrows pointing to my cunt. Now I open my lips with both hands, showing you my vulva, wet and swollen and red. I touch one finger to it and taste the liquid - it is sweet and salty at once. There is so much of it now that drops of it fall on your cock. But I do not touch you. I am pleasuring myself. I put one, two, three fingers into my cunt and move them in and out, reaching up to touch the most sensitive parts. I see your cock jump, as you see my face contorting and my body trembling with the pleasure. You want to touch me too, you want to be inside me. I fuck myself with my fingers until I am almost ready to come, then withdraw, and begin caressing my clitoris. Drawing liquid up from my cunt over this soft, sensitive skin, and moving my index finger in circles around my clit, I tease the skin and nerves, creating pleasure for myself, but not too soon, not too fast. I feel it like a welcome guest, seen from a distance, moving closer and closer until fully recognised, all sensation moving toward the centre and becoming more intense... more... more... until it breaks over me. When my orgasm is over, when the wave has receded, I lift your cock and gently touch the tip to my cunt. My moisture runs over you. I take the head, and move it over my lips, my clit, my cunt opening. It feels good - your skin is soft and smooth, it stimulates me. I lean over you and keep on moving your cock against my cunt, faster, until I can feel the sensation, the distant sensation, of another orgasm. I push the head of your cock into my cunt. You are breathing fast now, and with this movement you quickly draw in your breath, and roll your hips. You try to enter me more deeply, but I hold back. Only the tip of your penis is inside me, but I hold it with my muscles, and squeeze on it. Slowly, very slowly, I lower myself onto you, feeling the hardness of your erection pressing inside me. Several times I stop, holding you there only half-penetrating me, and press on you with my muscles. Then I let you enter me completely. You draw in breath, deeply. I push down as hard as I can, feeling the length of you within me, feeling the warmth of your skin. Tightening all my muscles, I draw up away from you, until you are no longer inside me. Then I lower myself again, as slowly - and again, and again. I lean forward till I am lying over your chest, and push with my hips. You kiss me deeply and with passion, your eyes are closed but I can feel how near you are. I slow down. Then hold still, sitting upright, testing you only with my muscles, squeezing you with my cunt, as slowly as I can stand. Your eyes are on me, they want me to move, to make you come. I wait, minutes seeming like hours. Then I move again, slowly. And again stop. My cunt is so wet. I touch myself with one finger, and now the muscles contract of themselves. I look at you and smile. You are ready to come again and so am I. I push faster, the tip of your cock hits against me, deep inside. I am laughing, crying at once. You lift your head and bury your teeth in my neck, holding me still. You are coming, hard. When you let go, I lift from you and lie beside you, holding you with one arm, my other hand touching myself. You kiss me, again and again. This orgasm is slow, long, sweet... We fall asleep, together, my hands covering us both. If You Were Here If you were here now, this is how I would make love to you... I would take you to my room, bring you inside and lock the door. I would strip your clothes from your body, not slowly, not even romantically, but with the urgency of need. With the curtains closed, I would blindfold you and tie your hands and feet to the bed struts. My bed is large but I want to make you comfortable so I would place cushions under your heels and put a second pillow under your thighs. I wouldn't remove even one piece of my own clothes at first. I am afraid that without my clothes I would lose all control and make love to you immediately. I want to savor your body as long as possible, before you experience mine, so I would straddle your chest with my half-clothed legs, my body facing away from you as I admire your cock. Your skin is so soft, and the flesh so firm underneath, I could touch you this way for hours. Sometimes I forget what effect that can have, forget what it is like to have someone caress you there slowly, so slowly. I would run my forefinger around the top of your cock. I like this part of you, the color and feel of the skin, the pattern of your veins. I would stroke with one finger the underside of your cock, following the ridge of loose skin at the top, down, tracing your veins to your balls, that are tight already. I would cup them in one hand and stroke them with my thumb, then let go and run my palm across them, following lightly with my fingers, while I stroke your inner thighs with my other hand. A tiny drop of moisture emerges at the tip of your cock. I touch it with my forefinger and spread your fluid over the head, then bend to kiss you where I have spread it. You can feel what I am about to do before I do it, and push up towards me with your thighs. You are aching in the same way that I am aching. I can feel the heat in your flesh, and the tension in mine. My pussy is tightening, for I want you inside me. I would take my hands from your groin and place them on my still covered thighs, and from here I can bend down a little and blow a stream of air onto your skin. Your cock jumps as I bend further down, far enough that my breasts, through my silky blouse, lightly touch your cock. I draw my fingers lightly over your legs, from your calves up to your inner thighs, almost as far as your balls. Then I stop short and begin again, stretching myself to full length over your lower body so your organs touch my chest, then drawing away with my body as my hands again come close to touching your cock. I can feel how hard your cock is; it seems harder each time my breasts brush past it. You must be getting impatient with me; you must desperately want to be inside me already, but so far you have not made a noise. I am glad the ropes are tight for I want to savor all of you before I take you; savor your smell, your taste, the feel of your skin, the look of you. I would move my hands to your balls and draw my fingertips slowly over them. You squirm beneath me; it tickles you. I move my hands further up and cup them around your cock, squeezing it gently at its base. Still holding the skin I move my hands upward, very slowly, and then down again, and again, but this time even slower, and again. Another drop of fluid appears on your glans. I lick it off carefully. It tastes of salt. Moving my lips down to kiss you, I would slip back, and my pussy would be close to your face. You lift your head and nuzzle me. I am still clothed, but through the silk of my underwear you can taste my fluid seeping, and you stretch out your tongue to take in more. I tremble, but still it is not yet time for this, so I tease you further. While your tongue and lips still press against me, I undo the fastenings of my skirt. I hear you breathe more quickly, anticipating my nakedness, my skin against your mouth, my juices on your skin. I straighten and stand up, out of your reach, and draw the skirt over my head. I take off my thong, dropping it so it lands on your chest. My blouse and bra fall soundlessly to the floor. I kneel between your legs, where you cannot reach me, but so I can touch you. You say something; you are disappointed and tense against the ropes I would not answer you. Your legs are tied apart, and now I nestle my face between them, taking in your smell and the warmth of your skin. I reach out my tongue and touch it to your inner thigh, tasting you. I hold there for a minute, then move higher, running my tongue lightly over your skin. Very slowly moving up your leg in this way, I reach the space between your balls and your groin, and here I pause. Carefully, slowly, I repeat the same process on your opposite thigh. This time I go on to lick your balls, running my tongue over them from top to bottom until you push so hard on the ropes I am afraid you will hurt yourself. And at this, I would lift up and lay my body on yours, so that your erection pushes into my soft belly. I kiss you on the mouth, and your tongue pushes into my mouth, hard, and urgent. You will not let my tongue into your mouth; you push me away every time I try to enter. Your cock pushes against my belly, so hard; you grind into me, as much as the ropes will let you move. It would be the first time we have kissed. After a minute has passed, you pull your head away as if to signal an end. I don't want this; I want to cradle your head in my arms, gently lick and nibble at your ears, nibble on your neck and shoulders, and kisses on your chest. But I let you have your way. I lift myself from your torso and kneel again between your legs, taking my thong from where it has lain on your chest, and wrap it around your cock. The moisture touches your soft skin. I rub the fabric over your cock. Each time a drop of fluid appears at the tip, I wipe it away. I rub faster and faster, bringing you closer to orgasm. You are trying to hold back. I stop. I kiss you gently on your glans and lick around the rim of your cock. You push up, wanting to be in my mouth. Briefly I allow it, letting your cock slide into my mouth, letting you feel the warmth of my mouth and its wetness. Then I pull away and again wrap the cloth around your cock. Slowly I rub the garment over your cock, then faster, faster, faster. Your face contorts; you are holding back, waiting for me to stop. But this time I would not stop. When your cum shoots out, falling onto my belly, and covering my hands, I come up to kiss you. You pull away, seemingly angry. You wanted to be inside me, this first time. I then lie on your chest so you feel the wetness of my pussy, and how swollen it is with passion. Your cock is soft now, so with one hand I wet it with my fluids, while I gently stroke it with the other. I kneel beside the bed and take your length in my mouth, feeling all the folds of skin with my tongue, one by one. I suck on it, first gently then hard by turns, I push it around my mouth with my tongue. Gently I take it between my teeth and scrape the soft skin. I feel the blood rise and the tissue swell. It begins to fill my mouth and soon I cannot hold all of it, and I begin to lick and bite along the sides of your cock instead. I take all of you once again inside my mouth briefly, moving my lips up and down over you. All the while my hands are playing over your balls, or rubbing over the base of your cock, or stroking your thighs. Next I would take your length into my mouth, moving up and down over your cock, flicking with my tongue as I move, gently sucking at your flesh. Still moving my hands over you, lightly stroking your balls, or holding the base of your shaft between finger and thumb, I would pull at you as my mouth moves. I feel how your cock jumps, and then I slow down, release you, only lightly touching with one finger, then two, holding you in suspense before beginning again, before once again taking you in my mouth, sucking, licking, stroking, teasing. This would continue for a long time. My pussy is so hot, so wet, at times I touch myself with one hand while I am licking you, and then take my fingers and lick them, tasting my juices. Finally I would untie the blindfold and kneel above your erect cock, just high enough that our organs do not touch, and begin masturbating slowly, so slowly at first, touching only the outer lips of my pussy, my index finger running over and around them, spreading the moisture spilling from me. My lips are engorged with blood, full and aching to be touched. Even without touching inside them, I am shaking at the pleasure. You are watching me and I lean back so you can see more easily. I drag my nails over the inside of my thighs, leaving red marks like arrows pointing to my pussy. Now I open my lips with both hands, showing you my vulva, wet and swollen and red. I touch one finger to it and taste the liquid, slowly sucking on my finger. There is so much of it now that drops of it fall on your cock. But I would not touch you. I am pleasuring myself. I put one and then two fingers into my pussy and move them in and out, reaching up to touch the most sensitive parts. I see your cock jump, as you see my face contorting and my body trembling with pleasure. You want to touch me too; you want to be inside me. I would fuck myself with my fingers until I was almost ready to come and then I would withdraw and begin caressing my clit. Drawing liquid up from my pussy over this soft, sensitive skin, and moving my index finger in circles around my clit, I tease the skin and nerves, creating pleasure for myself, but not too soon, not too fast. I feel it like a welcome guest seen from a distance, moving closer and closer until fully recognized, all sensation moving toward the centre and becoming more intense... mmmmmmmmmmm... until it breaks all over me. When my orgasm was over, when the wave had receded, I would lift your cock and gently touch the tip to my pussy, and my moisture runs over you. I take the head, and move it over my lips, my clit, my entrance. It feels good; your skin is so soft and smooth, it stimulates me. I lean over you and keep on moving your cock against my pussy, faster, until I can feel the sensation, the distant sensation of another orgasm. I push the head of your cock into me. You are breathing fast now, and with this movement you quickly draw in your breath, and roll your hips. You try to enter me more deeply, but I hold back. Only the tip of your cock is inside me, but I hold it with my muscles, and squeeze on it. Slowly, very slowly, I lower myself onto you, feeling the hardness of your erection pressing inside me. Several times I stop, holding you there only half-penetrating me, and press on you with my muscles. Then I would let you enter me completely. You draw in breath, deeply. I push down as hard as I can, feeling the length of you within me, feeling the warmth of your skin. Tightening all my muscles, I draw up away from you, until you are no longer inside me. Then I lower myself again, slowly, and again, and again. I lean forward until I am lying over your chest, and push with my hips. You kiss me deeply and with passion; your eyes are closed, but I can feel how near you are. I slow down. Then hold still, sitting upright, testing you only with my muscles, squeezing you with my pussy, as slowly as I can stand. Your eyes are on me; they want me to move, to make you come. I wait, minutes seeming like hours. Then I move again, slowly. And again stop. My pussy is so wet. I would touch myself with one finger, and the muscles contract themselves. I look at you and smile. You are ready to come again, and so am I. I push faster; the tip of your cock hits against me, deep inside. I am laughing, crying at once. You lift your head and bury your teeth in my neck, holding me still. You are coming hard. When you let go, I lift from you and lay beside you, holding you with one arm, my other hand touching myself. You kiss me, again and again. This orgasm would be slow, long, sweet... If You Were Here You've been gone for more then a month, Master. I don't know how much longer I can take not having you here with me. You ordered me, as per usual, to not climax without your permission, and no touching your property unless you have explicitly commanded me to do so. So, now I wait for your return, aroused and slightly lost without you. I had a dream last night, Master, that I was undressing for you, but I woke up before we could get any farther. There is nothing more I'd like then to strip for you right now, to slowly reveal every luscious inch of your property. I'd remove my sweatshirt first – I wore it on purpose today to remember that no one but you has the right to see the secrets of my body. After taking that off, I'd strip off the tank top underneath, slowly exposing my stomach and strapless white lace bra. I'd stand there in my bra and jeans for a moment, letting you stare, feeling your gaze set me on fire. Next I'd remove my jeans, shimmying out of the tight denim, and folding them and putting them to the side. Now, left only in matching white lace lingerie, I'd stand in position, legs spread about three feet apart, hands clasped behind my neck, chest out proudly, eyes demurely looking downward but sneaking constant glances at you. You'd stand and walk slowly around me, taking in every aspect of my appearance, and watching my nipples harden slightly and my skin begin to tremble under your possessive stare. You reach suddenly and unclasp my bra, then go back to sit down again, having grazed my skin just barely with the tips of your fingers, just enough to make me yearn to arch into your touch, but I know to remain still until commanded otherwise. You sit calmly, looking unaffected by my presence, but I notice the hard length in your pants. You tell me to turn around, bend over, and remove the panties, then grab my ankles and hold position until told otherwise. As I follow the instructions you've given me, I feel my arousal building, my pussy getting a bit wetter, and I bite my lip at the feeling of vulnerability that runs through me as I stand, so completely exposed. I hear you stand and come closer, then feel your fingers run lightly down my sides, so lightly that I wonder if you're really touching me. Goose bumps arise all over my body as I struggle to remain still under your caress. Your fingers slowly move lower, testing the wetness of my pussy, your fingers gently running the length of its lips and teasingly running over my clit. I quiver even more, breathing heavily, trying so hard to remain composed at your inspection. Standing behind me, I hear your deep, firm voice tell me to stand, and as I do I press my behind gently into your cock, loving the feel of its hardness through the denim of your pants. When I'm standing in front of you, you grab me suddenly drawing me close against you, moving one hand to my hip to hold me steady while your other hand slowly caresses my breasts, gently moving in circles around them, avoiding my straining nipples. Your tongue skims my ear, teasing it, arousing me endlessly and causing me to shudder helplessly in your arms, lost in the passion you've aroused in me. Just when I garner the nerve to break the silence and beg for a harder touch on my nipples, I feel your strong fingers grasp one firmly, twist it roughly and cause me to gasp in a delicious mixture of pleasure and pain. My body is quivering in need, aching for more, unable to attain climax without a firmer touch. You command me suddenly to kneel, and give me a moment to regain some semblance of composure. You tell me to go to the bedroom and lay spread-eagle on the bed, face up, and await your presence. I try to gracefully rise, and move up the steps, keenly aware of your hot gaze on my ass as I climb the stairs to the bedroom. Entering the room, I look fondly on the king sized four-poster bed, made up with black silk sheets and a red, sateen-covered down comforter. I wonder for a moment whether to strip the bed or lie atop the covers, and choose the latter, figuring after we play I'll want nothing more then to curl up in the comfy bed with your arms around me. As I await you, I feel my anticipation growing, wondering with rampant curiosity where you will choose to guide me this evening. The first thing you do when you enter the room is tie me up, using nylon rope to firmly tie both ankles and wrists, restricting my movement to just a few wiggles. You then kiss me on the lips; just enough to make me want you even more. You kiss each eye and tie a black blindfold around my head. I feel you stroke my hair, reassuring me, in my world of darkness, and then you move away. After what seems like several minutes, I begin to wonder where you are, and then I feel your hand running up my left leg, leaving more goose bumps in its path. You caress my nipples again, before roughly pinching each one, your fingers squeezing tighter and tighter until I cry out from the pain. Your fingers working as clamps, you kiss between my breasts, and tell me in your husky but firm voice "That's it, little one, surrender to my touch, don't stifle yourself. I want to hear your reaction to everything I do to you." Just when my nipples start to feel numb, you release them, and I feel your lips enclose my right nipple. The hot wet velvet stroke of your tongue draws circles around my nipple, then your lips pull at it teasingly, your teeth nibbling lightly. I cannot help but try to fight my bonds, trying to arch up and somehow get more of this sweet pleasure you are giving me. You switch nipples, making sure to be fair in your treatment, and continue to alternate teasing touches, rough pinching, nibbling, and sucking for several minutes, so that I am shuddering nonstop, my pussy wet with desire. "Please Master," I moan, whimpering again and nearly sobbing with the need for contact on my pussy or clit. "Please what, little pet of mine? You know you need to be more exact in your requests if you expect me to consider them," you say between nibbles. I can just imagine the desire and wicked smile on your face as you tease me. You know what a hard time I have voicing my desires, but driven to the edge I surrender and begin to beg. "Please Master, touch my pussy. Your pussy. I need to feel your fingers and mouth inside of me and against my clit. Please Master," the last part a high-pitched moan as my desire rises yet another level at having to say the words. After teasing my nipples for just a bit longer, giving each one last tweak, I feel you start to kiss down my body, licking inside my belly button and moving down to kneel between my spread legs. I feel your hot breath on my pussy lips, but you just linger, making me whimper pleadingly. After several moments, you move and I feel your tongue gently running down the length of my labia, not penetrating or touching my clit, and I try unsuccessfully to grind my hips towards your tongue. You move your tongue in circles around my clit, and I feel it swell up and harden almost painfully. You move one hand up to continue to tease my nipples as you eat my pussy. I am panting now, tossing my head side to side as you tease me, keeping me on the very edge of climax but not permitting me my release. "Master, please, please touch my clit," I begin to shamelessly beg. You continue, however, to circle it, avoiding contact, and I sob in need. I feel your finger massaging the entrance to my pussy, not penetrating but causing me to clench my cunt uncontrollably. Tears soak the blindfold, just as my juices soak the comforter beneath me. Suddenly all contact stops, and I feel you move away. I cry out in need, feeling desire course through my veins stronger than ever before. "Please Master, don't stop, I need you," and then a sob of "Oh God." My body continues to writhe and shudder, as tears run down my cheeks. I feel your tongue lick my tears away, and you kiss me passionately, keeping the desire alive. "Are you aroused, little one? Do you feel what I can bring alive inside of you? I want you to feel my ownership, my possession. Let my will become yours. Let yourself completely surrender. Don't think, just feel. Beg, plead, moan, scream – do it by instinct, but don't let yourself think. Surrender completely." As you say this to me, I breathe in deeply, hearing only your voice, and feeling the sensations running through my body. I feel you move away again, and then you kiss me once more. While my desire is still there, it has receded a bit. Your fingers manipulate my nipples as you move back between my legs. Gently spreading me open, I feel you blow on my clit, awakening my desire again. I shudder helplessly and moan softly as your tongue once again begins circling my clit. As you continue to tease my clit, your finger resumes massaging my entrance, gathering wetness and then moving on to massage my anus. Your other hand moves to my pussy, and I feel a finger penetrate my cunt. I feel your finger begin to fuck my cunt, and I feel your other hand penetrate my anus, but still you've yet to touch my clit. I am again sobbing in need, my arousal the sole focus of my being, and I begin to beg again, unable to help myself. "Please Master, please take me, I need to feel your cock inside me. Please fuck your unworthy slave Master, let her worship your cock with her cunt. Take ownership of your property, and make her feel you completely." Between sobbing and pleading, it is hard to form words, but somehow I do. "Please Master I need you, I need your cock and I need to cum, please Master oh God please," I cry out. I feel you move away and my body strains against the bonds, trying to get your touch back, to somehow give myself relief, worried that you've stopped for good this time. I feel your mouth come down hard upon mine in a possessive kiss, and I feel your cock enter me fully in a single thrust. I cry out, but the sound is swallowed as you continue to kiss me passionately, one hand gripping my hair and the other manipulating my nipples. You continue to thrust into me roughly and I struggle to hold back, knowing I cannot release without permission. You pull out again, making my cry out in need and pull violently against the ropes holding me. I feel you teasing the entrance to my pussy, moving your cock head so that it is just barely inside my cunt. Your lips move next to my ear, and in a near-growl, you speak. "Beg me, little one. I want to hear that you need it – hear that you can't live without my cock." "Oh, Master! I don't know if I can hold out much longer. I need your cock, it is my salvation. Please, let me worship your cock with my cunt," I manage to get out between breaths. You move your lips back to mine, taking possession in a way I've never known before, and I feel waves of pleasure begin to overtake me. You move away, ending the kiss. You tease my ear, and I start to beg you to cum. I've been on edge so long now I cannot take it, and know that soon I will be unable to hold back. "Master, please let me cum for you, I cannot hold back much longer." You seemingly ignore me, but then I feel your hand move slowly down my body. You thrust inside me even harder, deeper than ever before, and I hear you growl in my ear. "Cum for me, little one, cum for your Master!" The instant you speak, your fingers pinch my clit, and rub it quickly as you thrust into me one last time. As I feel you cumming, I scream as the dam breaks and I explode with the pleasure. The orgasm courses through my veins, breaking free and making me fly with its pleasure. The aftershocks course through me, and I continue to shudder helplessly, barely aware of anything but the lingering pleasure. I don't feel or hear you untie my bonds, but I am aware enough to feel you hold me close and whisper sweet nothings in my ear. Master, I respect you more for what you do for our country. I know you risk your life daily to protect our country and help those in another. I admire your courage and strength, and I am trying to be strong for you. But Master, desire courses through my body every minute of every day; I am unable to get you out of my mind. You own me completely. You are in complete possession of my thoughts. I fall asleep at night imagining myself in your arms, and I dream of your touch upon my skin. I wake and shudder helplessly in unsatisfied arousal as fantasies such as this run through my head. Please come home soon, Master. Your Loving Pet. If You Were Here This is an actual conversation that occurred via text message between myself and a friend. Just to answer a question posted in response to my other stories, I'm single. -Sultry81 * You (21:19): Tell me what you would do to me if I were there. Be detailed. Me (21:21): I would take a shower with some soft, sweet smelling body wash. I would put on the same scented lotion and join you naked on the couch. You came home from work and took a shower then relaxed on the couch. I know you should be asleep by now so I'm going to touch your face gently and rub your chest or back (depending on how you're sleeping). Me (21:25): Then I might use the fingers on one of your hands to pinch my nipple while I suck on the fingers of your other hand. I'll slowly grind on you until your dick wakes up and then I'll play with it and suck on it slowly until you wake up and then give you a hand job while I tongue and suck on your nipples. Me (21:26): Hello? You (21:28): I'm here, hard as hell, keep going. Me (21:32): Then once I'm assured that ur awake, because sometimes you groan in your sleep, I'll take you deep into my mouth and make you glad I woke you up. I would suck you to the back of my mouth and then slide my tongue out and lick whatever part of your dick my mouth isn't touching. Me (21:33): I'll suck it hard while using my wet fingers to roll and gently pull at your nipples then I'll use my fingers to grab hold of your hips to keep them where I want them because now your thrusting into my throat. Not that I mind but that's not my plan. Me (21:36): I would keep sucking all over you and rolling your balls in my mouth and then switch to just sucking on the head to tease you before I engulf all of you. I would keep playin with you like that while moaning around your dick bcuz sucking your dick makes me high. I'm wet. Me (21:37): Hello? Me (21:37): Still with me? You (21:39): U know I'm hard as hell. Damn keep goin. Me (21:41): Then u might notice that I'm only using one hand. The other one started rubbing my aching breasts then slid down my belly and finally landed on my bare pussy. Swollen and slick and hot, I rub my clit in circles imagining it's your tongue and groan around your cock in my mouth. I have to stop because it feels so good! You (21:44): Damn tell me more Me (21:45): I rub that hand over my thighs and stomach and I can feel the cool air in the room dry that streak of wetness on my skin. Then I go blue-tooth style on your dick. Just like a phone. Completely hands free. All you feel is my mouth on your dick and my breasts on your thighs. Now both of my hands are free to do me! Me (21:46): Your eyes are closed so you can't see that I have a breast in one hand and my pussy in the other. I don't want you to cum but I'm on the edge. You taste so good and I'm so wet! It feels like I can't stop! Your eyes pop open when my mouth stops slurping. You see me with busy hands and closed eyes breathing hard. Me (21:49): You move my hands and tell me "No, that's my job!" You ease me to the floor and kiss me deeply while slowly pushing a finger inside of me. I haven't done that yet, I was just playin with my clit. I groan into your kiss and my eyes tear up. "Damn, that feels so good!" I love your fingers! Me (21:51): You can't go wrong with fat fingers, a fat tongue and a big dick that you can work! You (21:53): Damn right, keep going I'm into this!!! Me (21:54): You slip me another finger and you feel how tight it is. You're not rubbing my clit because you don't want me to cum. I need to come. I'm drooling juice all over your fingers and down my thighs. Me (21:59): You lay me on my back and lean over me to suck on my neck and rub and pinch my nipples. Then you start gently pulling my hair while roughly sucking and pinching my nipples. Tears roll from my closed eyes with pleasure. Me (22:06): I want you to fuck me so bad but I'm breathing so hard I can't say it. You (22:08): Damn You (22:10): Please keep going Me (22:11): I want you inside of me and I'm grabbing your shoulders trying to pull you on top of me so you'll feel the heat and the wet and push inside of me. Me (22:15): You understand my demand but laugh and tell me "No." Me (22:16) I'm about to cry. I need 2 seconds of pressure on my clit to cum and you won't do it! You won't let me do it! You have one hand holding both of mine captive above my head so I can't even touch myself! Me (22:17): You lick one of my nipples and push inside of me at the same time. Me (22:17): I lied Me (22:18): I didn't need 2 seconds. Me (22:21): I came right there. You pushed all the way inside of me and I came all over you. Full. Body. Orgasm. My legs locked, my belly clenched and I quit breathing. I came all over you. You have my cum on your belly and thighs. My eyes are pinched shut and my body is shaking and convulsing. Me (22:26): After a little while, I'm calming down and you reach down to gently rub my clit. That sends me into orgasm #2. I'm screaming! I'm grabbing for anything to hold on to. You're watching the show and not paying attention to the fact that my pussy is squeezing the hell out of your dick. You're about to cum too! Me (22:35): You start to moan and tell me how my tight pussy feels so good on your dick. I moan in agreement and just as I nod my head you push into me as deep as possible and growl as you load up my insides. The sudden, instant heat makes me cum again. I squeeze you tight enough to almost stop your orgasm. Me (22:39): You yell out my name and my whole body relaxes. You collapse on me and roll us over to go to sleep in a sweaty exhausted heap. Me (22:40): We never left the living room. If You Were Here...