1 comments/ 22796 views/ 0 favorites Contemplation By: Kriss1414 I couldn't think straight. Confusion, fear and guilt were the emotions running through my mind. And denial. I still couldn't believe what had just happened - what I'd just done. Only minutes ago I'd left Chris' hotel room, still out of breath from the orgasm that had raged through me as no other orgasm ever had. The strength of my need back in his room was something I'd never felt before - never thought I could feel. I'd left the hotel, choosing streets at random, just putting distance between me and this crazy situation. The cool dusk air invading my lungs with each breath I took. What was I to do now? How could I continue to work with him, now he'd seen me like that. Now he'd knew what a slut I was. I'd have to feign illness, go home, leave the conference early. He'd know of course, but he wouldn't tell anyone, would he? I'd have to start looking for a new job, first thing tomorrow. We were supposed to be going out for a meal with several people from the conference tonight, but I knew I couldn't face it. What if people could tell from my face. What if he said something to someone. Oh God! If he said anything to anyone at work, then there was a chance that Marc would find out. Marc, my partner. The love of my life. Sweet, sensible Marc - it would kill him to know. There had to be a way to make all this go away. Ahead of me I could see the neon sign of a bar, and I knew I needed a drink. I hoped that no-one would bother me in there - I needed some time to think my way through this. Inside, I walked up to the bar, to where the lone barman was standing. He had dark hair and liquid eyes, exactly the type I would normally flirt with. Not this night though, I bought myself a large gin and tonic, and asked for some change for the cigarette machine. I don't often smoke, but I needed one just then. The bar was empty except for me and the barman. Music was coming from the jukebox - but not loudly. I got a pack of Silk Cut from the machine, and then headed for the booth in the furthest corner of the bar. Getting to it I moved one of the bar stools right into the corner and sat down. I almost gasped out loud! The chill of the metal stool was a sudden shock against my rear. Despite thinking about nothing else since leaving the hotel I'd almost forgotten about the physical aspects of what had happened. My buttocks felt warm and sensitive, not quite as on fire as when I'd left, but still an echo of that feeling remained. The cool metal felt soothing against them, and this made me realise I had left my panties in his room. I'd not gone out like this for years - not since I was seventeen; a group of girls from school and I had gone out to the shopping centre one Saturday without underwear for a dare. It had been exciting, but I had been too nervous to repeat the experience. I rearranged my skirt so that none of it came between my cheeks and the stool. Closing my eyes for a second I revelled in the feeling of the metal against my bare flesh. Then opening my eyes I took a sip from my drink and took a cigarette from the pack and lit it. Drawing deeply on my cigarette, I started thinking again on my situation. I was feeling calmer now, and the walk had helped rid myself of that dirty and ashamed post-orgasm sensation. Thinking back on the experience I was again shocked at the strength of my lust. But thinking on it, it wasn't such a complete mystery. There had been something like it happen before. Though it hadn't been a sexual experience, it had started a fantasy in my mind that had never really left me. It had been my final year in school and I'd only recently turned eighteen. Mr Peterson's class: He'd accused me of copying Sam's work. Samantha Jackson had never liked me, and I can remember the smile on her face when I was the one accused of copying. Me! I could never understand why she had been believed over me. Mr Peterson made me walk to the front of the class, and then bend over his desk. I'd been wearing a short dress that day and my knickers must have been visible to the whole class. He'd spanked me twenty times. In front of everyone. I remember James and some of his gang calling out, taunting me even during my punishment and Mr Peterson doing nothing to stop them. He'd made me count each blow, through my sobs. Each time I was unable to say it clearly he spanked me again, forcing me to repeat the count. By the time I'd counted to twenty the bell had rung for end of school. I just lay there bent across the desk. Sobbing into my hands. The class filed out behind me. Someone - a girl, I think it was Sam - had come up behind me and pinched my arse as she filed out. I had felt to ashamed to even look. Looking back on it now, it seems obvious that Mr Peterson had used that opportunity to humiliate me in front of everyone. I had always been a good girl at school - never in trouble, and certainly never done anything bad enough to be spanked for it. He must have known it was Sam who copied my work, but had wanted the chance to exercise that power over me. Despite how bad I'd felt that day, it wasn't long until I'd started thinking about that scene when I lay in bed at night. Sometimes in my head he'd stripped me in front of the class. Other times he'd made a classmate spank me. I'd even fantasised that Sam had been the one to do it. Touching myself at night to these thoughts until the climax took me. After I'd got together with Marc, these fantasies had played a lesser role in my sex life. Exploring real life sex had made these thoughts dwindle in importance. But now they were back, re-exposed after years of neglect. I looked down and saw that my cigarette was just a column of ash. I'd been lost in my thoughts - and something else. My heart was beating hard. The fantasies that had resurfaced had dragged up with them some of the lust I'd experienced earlier. Looking up towards the bar there was noone in sight. Only the very end of the bar could be seen from the far booth I was in. I decided to chance it and moved my hand down between my legs. Slowly I circled my clit, letting the feelings grow. My pussy was on fire now, I desperately needed to plunge something into it, or to be held down and fucked hard. Picking up my glass I removed an ice cube from it and held it to the top of my thigh. I gasped as I stroked it towards my pussy lips. It was too cold to keep it there long, but it felt good at that moment. I played it around my pussy and up towards my clit. I writhed as it passed over my clit and then returned to my pussy lips. Taking a deep breath I pushed it inside me, needing to cry out but holding my breath in. Squeezing my pussy together I forced it back out into my fingers, then pushed it back inside of me. As I repeated that motion I moved my other hand, with the glass in it, up to my breast. Through my blouse I pinched the nipple between my fingernail and the cool glass. The ice cube was too cold to bear now and I quickly popped it back into the glass, still held against my breast. Moving my hand back to my clit I started grinding my fingers against it. Too horny now to care whether anyone saw, I closed my eyes and abandoned myself to what was coming. In my head I saw myself in the hotel room, the blows from the ruler creating red whelts on the creamy flesh of my buttocks. The vision changed to the classroom, my naked body displayed before the class. Sam standing above me, cane in one hand - striking me, her other hand against my pussy. My spasming body a demonstration to the watching crowd of how much of a dirty whore I am. For a moment I see a vision of myself in the bar, barman looking on as I masturbate like a slut who can't control her filthy urges. Finally I see myself in the conference hall, bound and naked in front of the rows of delegates. Chris pinching my nipples as I grind myself against the edge of the speaker's chair, to orgasm for their entertainment. With that final fantasy I peak and start to come. The breath I had been holding escapes in ragged gasps and it takes all my control to prevent from screaming out loud. I feel my juices flowing out of my pussy and my legs jerk around - one of them knocking the next stool over. My orgasm lasts for several more seconds, my breath is ragged and each slight movement of my fingers against my clit throws wave after wave of pleasure over me. Finally it subsides and I am left out of breath and glowing in the corner booth. Now, fear of someone seeing me hits me. I opened my eyes and looked around but I cannot see the barman at the bar. The room is still quiet, all that can be heard is the jukebox. Unable to stay now I had come, unwilling to find out if anyone had seen, I made ready to leave. Downing the rest of the drink in one gulp, remembering what I had done with the ice cube only as I crunched it between my teeth, I stood up on unsteady legs and make my way across the room towards the door. I saw the barman glance at me from the other end of the bar, but I could not read his face. I could not tell whether he knew. Out into the cold air I go again. It was dark by now, but my thoughts were identical to the last time I'd escaped into the streets. Contemplation of Sky City Is just another ordinary day, just the ordinary things to be done; waking up, going to work, coming home, watching TV, going to bed. Only in dreams you can find happiness and something more, this is one of the stories that you will be delighted with... I wake up and I find myself in a strange room, all white, with a glass sealing through witch you can see the stars, so close and so too far away, the sky moves slowly, like the room is moving. The bed in which I stand is also white, with white covers and satin pillows with circle shapes... the bed seems to have no feet, is just standing in the air, with no mechanism of support... I can see also a white lamp across the room in the east corner, it has a rectangular shape and is like, the light witch comes from it is something from another world, so translucent, so beautiful... just the light and nothing else... I feel so dizzy, is like I have awaken from a dream, but it seems is not a dream...someone is entering the room... So tall and handsome, so dark and beautiful, it seems like he can read my mine, I cannot look away, my eye are captured by his, my mind is dashing away, I feel so good, so loved under his look, and his eyes are looking upon me with such a passion, and again I cannot move, I cannot think, I cannot speak...he moves his hand upon me, and I feel a worm light capturing me, my body is standing with no force of it's own, I seem to be moving closer to him, start following him, through the corridor, also a white corridor with that translucent light, but as I move the light is dashing away, leaving just a scrap of reflection of that light; The corridor is fading away in a more darker room with a translucent blue light witch seems to be coming from nowhere, and in front of us is a big window, a wall size window, from witch I can see the sky, with the sun in the evening, I was right, the room is moving... we are flying...is a flying building, like reading my mind he whispers " a flying city, your flying city " I look upon him with dashy eyes, not knowing what he is talking about, like this is not real and I am still sleeping, but as I try to pinch myself to wake up, I feel that pinch and I realize that I'm not seeping, and again, I move away from the wall window, and I follow him in another corridor, a darker one, with no lights, but even so we seem to be seeing everything , is like a maze with open rooms with less furniture and no people, and that translucent light... "why do you feel so surprised, didn't you wanted this, is this not the fruit of your desires , a place of harmony, a place of rest, a place of love?" he look upon me with that shiny eyes of his, and no word is coming from him, is just as his thoughts are reaching mine, and again I feel so loved, and a peace of mine is coming upon me... As I look up, I can see that we've entered a room like the one with the window wall, but this one seems to have all the walls made by glass, and the sundown is so beautiful, so warm, so ...I don't know, he approaches me, with those dazzling eyes, and as he looks upon me, I see his desire, his lust growing inside of him, and his hands are starting to unbutton my tunic, is like I didn't known I had that on me, and like I have no will of my own, my eyes are watching his, and his eyes are wondering over my naked body and I see again his lust, and I cannot say nothing and do nothing, my body is answering his soft touch, his warm breath, and his hands are wondering now over my soft body, and I see his big hand as it encircles my left breast, my nipple is so hard, so on fire, I wand his mouth in that place, and again he reads my mind and lowers himself and wraps his mouth over my nipple and starts to suck so hard as it almost hurts but the pain and pleasure mingles together in the most overwhelming feeling I had ever tasted, and his other hand wraps itself around my waist, and in a minute he lifts me up and carries me on a bed like the one I have found myself sleeping in, and as we fly, I feel his hands all aver my body, touching, pinching, liking, tasting, he comes down on me, and start to kiss my most intimate part, I don't want him to stop, I want more, more of that beautiful mouth, and as an order I have placed upon him he starts to kiss my lips, parting them as his tongue wanders around my sweet beauty, tasting and leaping up my elixir , as it starts to flow anticipating my desire, and again he wonders around until he touches my little bead, my soul of lust, and I can't fight that feeling of lust, my breathing grows harder with every minute, and I feel as the time is approaching but I don't want to cum yet, until he is pleasured also. So I help him lay on my place and I start to place small kisses on his chest, I see as his nipples harden, and I lower my hand over to his hip unveiling his manhood, so big, so hard, so full of desire and his hardness is growing harder and harder, I feel so desired and I can smell his scent, I almost can taste him, and I am , I wrap my tongue around his hardness and I start to massage it at first slow and then faster and faster and I feel him moan, and wanting more, his breath is growing harder, and he starts moaning louder and I feel him almost cum, but I won't let him, not before I can use him for my own pleasure. I claim on top of it, at first it hurt's a little but then an explosion of passion overwhelms me, so intense pleasure, so deep and fulfilling, I start moving up and down his shaft, and he starts groaning I feel him and nothing but him, a stranger all mine, all in my power for me to have and use as I desire, and my desire comes deep and loud like a river of passion, and strengthens as he starts moving deeper and faster, and as I feel him cum, I feel my own heat , increasing, building up again, and again, as I reach I new kind of pleasure more intense and more demanding of my energy, pure lust, pure desire, pure energy... I wake up and I find myself in my old room, with my old things around me, like I had never left or even fall asleep What a shame it was only a dream, but the weekend is close and I just can wait for me to fall asleep again...