0 comments/ 5315 views/ 0 favorites My Love, My Lover Ch. 01 By: lusid1 Finally alone. No distractions. No imminent calls from overbearing family or friends. No persistent paranoia making us jump at every odd sound. No worries or reasons to distract us. Finally alone with you: My love. My lover. Slowly, I savor the taste of your lips that I have waited weeks to kiss. Exploring a passion we have kept in check for numerous days of tortuous waiting. A passion so strong that to go slow now is a horrendous ache felt almost as a sharp and physical pain. Exploring your mouth and tasting your breath, I pause for a moment just to look upon your face and cherish the tenderness and love reflected in your eyes. Reluctantly leaving your mouth, I kiss your hair and slowly kiss my way down your body, the taste of you the strongest aphrodisiac I know. Whispering words of love and endearment, I nibble at your earlobes -- a sensitive spot that fans the fire we have kept suppressed for so long. Lowering my search, I explore your neck and throat, leaving a bright and burning blush as a sign of the fire burning within. Making my way lower I lovingly tend to your shoulders; weary and knotted from bearing the burdens and worries of the day. From there, my hands travel down your back, slowly messaging away the aches and pains. And then to your legs I apply my tenderest of touches as I work out the tension of a day of hard working. Teasingly, I make my way up your thighs and skip to your stomach, determined to save the best for last. As I gently knead your calves, I spread kisses around your stomach and fondle your belly ring with my tongue giving a tantalizing preview of what lies ahead. Then, unable to resist any longer, I slowly explore your beautiful breast. Soft yet supple, I kiss and tease, drawing from you several moans of pleasure as the tensions of the day slowly fade away to be replaced by the welcome tension that precedes pleasurable release. Then, as your hands on my neck try to pull my questing tongue into you're your body, thus signaling your unbearable need for release, I tenderly return to your lips to give you one last long and loving kiss before bringing you to needed release. Slowly, I trail kisses down your neck and between your breast and past your navel to the center of your desire, as you whimper slightly with each kiss from the overwhelming passion and desire straining for release. Finally reaching your most sensitive of places, I pause to lightly trace a finger along the smooth contours as I watch the look of painful pleasure that engulfs your features, making you look almost angelic. Unable to resist any longer myself, I finally allow my fingers to penetrate as my tongue tastes the sweet ambrosia of your juices. With a slow and deliberate determination, I steadily drive you closer to the edge. Once you are there I slow even further, bringing you to within a hair of tipping into that headlong rush, until every movement; every breath, threatens to tip you over that precious precipice. For a tortuous moment I pause, drawing a trembling breath of passion before I return to the feast of your body. Returning, I descend upon those places of the utmost sensitivity that I know will bring you to your climax the quickest with the renewed vigor of unchecked passion. Finally, with a last whimper and a series of gasps, I bring you to the point of release. As a grasp your clenching hands, enduring the slight pain of your nails biting flesh, I relentlessly ride the wave of your orgasm, lengthening it and keeping you in that rapturous state as long as I can until I sense you tiring and slowly bring you down from the heights of ecstasy. When your gasps of pleasure finally become gasps for air, I reluctantly leave the source of your nectar to lie beside you and tenderly hold you, kissing your forehead and neck as you curl into me, slowly regaining your breath. Gently, I stroke your face and your body while holding you, smiling myself as I watch your eyes close as a slow smile of pleasure plays across your face. Then, as your hands slowly start to explore my body and my still suppressed need, I smile even wider and grip you even tighter. Although I am almost trembling from the sensations of your hands and your questing mouth as it needfully seeks out mine, I am content just to hold you in my loving embrace. With all night to discover each other anew, I am in no rush to find my own release, as I gently hold you and we slowly explore our passion and our love. My Love, My Lover Ch. 02 Slowly you awaken to the gentle stroking of your body, a slow smile creeping across your face and deepening the fading blush left behind by the last orgasm. Catlike, you stretch and try to embrace your lover only to be held fast by bonds that had apparently been placed around your wrists and ankles after you had passed out from the extreme pleasure of your most recent of many powerful orgasms you had experienced tonight. "You devil." You whisper to your smiling lover. "I'm surprised you didn't use a gag too." Grinning wickedly, he replies, "But dear, then I wouldn't be able to hear you beg." "Bastard." You whimper, for you know that by the end of it you will be guiltily begging for more. With an enigmatic smile your lover silently continues to stroke your body in slow strokes of pleasure, smoothing away the fatigue of the many orgasms of the night and slowly refreshing and preparing your body for the many more yet to come. So slowly that it goes unnoticed by you for several minutes, your lover changes his stroke from a relaxing one that almost lulls you into a relaxed sleep to a more insistent and calculating caress that soon has all of the most sensitive and erogenous parts of your body quivering with the anticipation of his touch. He continues, deftly avoiding all of these until your whole body is quivering with desire and yearning. Then, maliciously, he circles just outside of your nipples until your rebellious body pushes a small moan past your trembling lips. And, just as you begin to let yourself relax into the sensation, he leans in and swiftly flicks his tongue over your now over sensitive nipples eliciting a sharp gasp as his electric touch reignites aches of desire all along your body. Suddenly he pulls back and continues his manipulation of your desire, ignoring the intense frustration and need he can see in your face and feel in your body. After a few moments that begin to feel like eternity, he returns to your nipples as he leans in this time to fondle and nip at your too sensitive neck and throat, again forcing a rebellious whimper. And, again, after a few moments of tortuous teasing, he withdraws, leaving you burning with need and desire. "Bastard!" you repeat; this time with a little bit more emphatic feeling and frustration. Grinning, he then lightly runs his fingertips along the edges of your sex, teasingly avoiding contact with the inner folds that are now so sensitive that even the nearness of his touch sends sensuous tingles of anticipation coursing towards your straining clit. Squirming, you try to manipulate your aching sex into contact with his tormenting fingers but to no avail as he anticipates your need and moves with your body maintaining the same frustrating distance from what is now your focus of existence. After five minutes of eternity, he pauses, a mere inch above your clit, and waits, expectantly. Slitting your eyes to see why he has stopped, you see his look of inquiry and plead with your eyes for release. As you desperately try to resist submitting to his deft manipulations, he slowly circles your sex, reminding you of the rewards that await your submission. Then, as he withdraws his hand back to that spot of promise so close above your clit, your resistance crumbles and you whisper a desperate, "Please." "Please." You whimper again as his only response is a small circling of his fingers above the center of your need. Agonizingly, he continues his frustrating circling promise of pleasure until finally you relent and with a final whimper of submission you beg in a meaningless stream of words of need and desire that quickly become words of release as, with your submission, he attacks you too sensitive clit, sending you into your most intense orgasm of the night. As the stars fade from your vision, you whisper the words, "I love you." As he sends you crashing into another wave of orgasms so intense that he has positioned himself at the entrance to your sex by the time you realize that the wave has passed. Teasingly, he holds himself positioned just at the entrance to your depths as he looks deep into your eyes and waits until awareness of your surroundings returns. This time, with your body still trembling from the aftershocks of orgasm and your resistance already broken, "Please fuck me, please!" you shamelessly beg as soon as you realize the promise he holds a breath away from your sex. Frustratingly slow, he inches forward until he penetrates to feel the heat of your desire, drawing forth another moan of need before thrusting forward and burying himself deep within your body, sending shocking ripples of pleasure throughout your body as his hips meet your clit in an explosion of sensation. Tremblingly close, this last sensation sends you once again over the precipice and you fall into the vast universe of another orgasm that seems to last for eternity as each forceful meeting of his body against your clit starts another wave of orgasm until you are riding an unending wave of multiple orgasms. An eternity later, you feel his need matching your own and, as he releases the bonds holding your wrists, you grab him and pull him deeply into you gripping bruisingly tight as his release triggers your last orgasm of the night. An orgasm that hits with such force you again lapse into unconsciousness even as your body experiences several mini-orgasms as aftershocks of pleasure quiver along your body. An indeterminate time later, you awaken, completely relaxed and spent from the hours of pleasure you have experienced tonight. Smiling contentedly, you pull your lovers arms even tighter around you as you drift off into pleasant dreams, knowing that tonight was but one of many more pleasure filled nights to come. My Love, My Lover Ch. 03 Darkness, cold in your mind as you lie fearfully waiting for the sweet torture you know is to come. The blindfold shrouding your sight, you strain your remaining senses trying to see with your body. Breath, hot on your skin, sends electric pleasure through your body. The breezy caresses making their way slowly up your body to your ears where ever so lightly you feel the feather soft touch of lips and a whispery promise of unbearable pleasures. As he speaks, you can feel the fires of your need ignite in your body until you are burning with desire and even the sound of his voice sends ripples of pleasure through your body until you cannot help but groan as he slides earmuffs over your ears, depriving you of the erotic thoughts his voice describes and leaving you with just the smell of him and the feel of his breath on your body. Slowly, you feel him move, missing the feel of him almost instantly. Then, ever so lightly, you feel his feather soft touch slowly stroking your body until your whole awareness is centered on the ghostly trail of his fingertips. Gradually his touch deepens until you feel your whole body relaxing and going limp as he kneads the muscles of your body in a deep and powerful massage. Then, when you are so deeply relaxed that you feel as if you are floating in a cocoon of peace, you feel his touch change yet again to the gentle stroking as he smoothes away the last of the tension with long, slow sweeps. Gently you float upon this cloud for a few minutes of eternity until you realize that the smoothing sensation of his touch has ceased. Regaining your hypersensitive state, your mind reaches for every sensation, searching for him until even the errant stirring of the air on your body feels like a gale. Then, as your body reaches it's most sensitive, you are electrified by his breath as he releases the breath he has held in a controlled rush of air aimed directly at your clit, sending a shock of sensation throughout your body and a wave of pleasure magnified by your hyperaware skin that makes you gasp. Then, before you have a chance to lose your hypersensitivity, he resumes stroking, circling your nipples in a tightening spiral that leaves them yearning for the seeming promise of a caress and sending more tingles of pleasure traveling to your mind and your burning center of need until you whimper with need. On cue, he closes the spirals around your nipples and starts manipulating them directly, making you sigh with contentment until you realize that this has not lessened your need but has only intensified it to a new threshold. Squirming, you try to close your legs enough to create enough friction against your clit to achieve release only to find yourself unable to close them enough with him kneeling in between them. Then, he once again blows against your clit sending you just shy of release and he continues to do so until your groans become nearly continuous. Suddenly, you feel his breath replaced with his tongue as he tastes the copious bounty of your sex. Tantalizingly, he purposefully drives you to the brink of orgasm and stops, leaving you hovering so close that the least sensation will send you over the edge. Then slowly, as you gradually descend from the precipice, you achingly notice the absence of his touch. And, as the absence of sensation continues, you slowly feel the fires of your desire diminishing until you are left with a near painful ache. Then, after several minutes during which you become convinced that you have been abandoned for the night, you once again feel his touch, as he quickly reignites your internal fire. Once again, he feasts from your bounty until you are pushing yourself against his flickering tongue, seeking release only to have him once again withdraw. Several times he does this until the burning of your desire no longer diminishes in between sessions and you are left in a constant state of heightened arousal, desperately seeking release. Finally, as you are once again held at the brink of orgasm for what must surely be the tenth time, your last shred of dignity evaporates and you find yourself begging and pleading for release. Teasingly, he withdraws several times, just long enough for you notice until he once again resumes torturing your abused clit. Shamelessly, each time you beg for more until you are constantly pleading for his mercy. Then, he withdraws for several minutes. Hovering just over your sex, you feel his breath teasingly caressing your clit on every exhale. Whimpering and half sobbing, you plead for orgasm, begging for release from this torturous state of endless pleasure. Suddenly, you feel him surge in and attack you clit, quickly bringing you again to the brink of release before replacing his tongue with the measured manipulations of his fingers, leaving you hovering just on the edge of orgasm for an unbearable eternity. Then, as you feel him shift, you tense in anticipation as you feel his cock slowly tease along your opening, the sensation alone enough to bring about the first flutters that signal the beginning of your orgasm. Slowly, he positions himself, continuously holding you on the brink of release. Slowly, he slides his cock into your sex, making sure to go just slow enough to deprive you of orgasm. Teasingly but lovingly, he slowly strokes in and out for several minutes, building the anticipation of release until you again start to beg; shamelessly pleading for him to take you into blissful oblivion. As you start to beg, he withdraws, leaving just the tip inside of you and resumes stroking your clit for several minutes until the anticipation and the prolonged pleasure becomes almost painful and every nerve in your body and your sex is on fire. Then, in a surprised instant, he pushes deep inside of you and forcefully drives you to the brink and over into blissful nirvana. Relentlessly pounding, your body has become so sensitized that every stroke brings on another orgasm until you find yourself in a continuous orgasm so powerful that you drown in the sensuous pleasure for several minutes of wondrous eternity. Gradually, you descend as he slows to a more relaxed pace, prolonging his own release and keeping your body in an extended afterglow as each stroke sends pleasant aftershocks of mini-orgasms through your body. He continues for several long minutes as you drift in ecstasy until he can hold back no longer and finds his own release. Withdrawing, he slowly removes the earmuffs while stroking your body in long relaxing strokes, sending you drifting further into a relaxed state. And, as you find yourself slowly drifting into the restful sleep you need after your night of pleasure, you hear him whisper words of love that warm your heart as the darkness of the blindfold is replaced by the darkness of sleep.