0 comments/ 84484 views/ 7 favorites A Precious Gift By: Enchanting_Lady Sitting here on the sofa, watching the flames dancing in the fireplace, I close my eyes and let my mind wander back in time, back to that unforgettable night; a night that is etched in my memory like the beautiful etched glass in my window. That night was the most wonderful night of my life. I know that it will never be again as it was that night, and that is as it should be, for you only have such a precious gift to give once in your lifetime. John and I had been dating for quite some time. He knew how I felt about sex and respected my wishes; I was in my mid twenties and still a virgin. I remember those days of high school, the days of sexual experimentation; it seemed everyone was having sex but me. After hearing the stories the girls told of their first time, how clumsy and awkward it was, I decided right then that when I gave myself to a man, it would be to a man with experience, one that could teach me the art of lovemaking. A man who knows how to pleasure and woman and make her feel special; not some young boy, unable to exercise control, out to get "his" pleasure and if the girl was fortunate enough to experience some at his expense, then lucky for her. John came by my house that night to pick me up; we planned to go out for dinner and a movie, then if we felt like it, a little dancing after. All too soon the evening was coming to an end. He brought me home and I invited him in for a cup of coffee, as I have done so many times before. We sat on this very sofa, sipping our coffee watching the flames dancing in the fireplace while listening to soft music play in the background and visiting about the evening we just shared. Our conversation subsided for a moment during which I took the opportunity to really study this person beside me. John is not a worldly man, that is, he has not been with a lot of women, but he has experience and is full of sensuality. He is thoughtful, considerate and unselfish, always putting my feelings and desires before his. It was at this moment I came to realize John was the man I wanted give myself to. He would be a wonderful lover, one who would be able to show me the pleasures that only a man can give a woman. Our coffee finished, we set our cups on the end table. Just as he is about to kiss me goodnight for the evening with his arm wrapped securely around my shoulder, I lay my head against his heart and whispered softly in his ear, "John, please make love to me tonight. I want you to teach me all you know, to show me how beautiful it can be." He kissed me ever so lightly before speaking, "Sheila, I have waited for this moment for what seems like a lifetime. Are you certain you are ready for this my Sweet?" His words felt like silk brushing as lightly across my lips as his kiss. I need not say another word for he could read it in my eyes and knew that he was about to receive the most precious gift a woman can give a man only once in her lifetime. With that, he scooped me in his arms and carried me to the bedroom, sitting me upon the satin sheets of my bed. I watched as he lit the candle on the night stand. For a moment I just sat there looking into the flickering firelight, unable to move, feeling boneless, on fire, my mind all a whirl when he reached out offering his hand to me. As I placed mine in his he stood me up and looked deeply into my eyes. It seemed as if he was searching my soul for some kind of reassurance. I remember once John told me he never wished to pressure me; that I would know when the time was right and would come to him. Placing his fingers along the sides of my forehead, he began tracing the outlines of my face, down my temples pausing for a moment then asking me once again, wanting to be certain I knew what I was asking of him, "Sheila, are you sure you are ready for this, this complete expression of love and passion we are about to share, to become one with each other?" I slowly blink yes with my eyes and he realizes the time has finally come. I am ready to share my entire being with this man. His fingers continue their journey by tracing the tips my ears, brushing through my hair and stopping at the base of my neck as he draws my lips to his. Meeting, parting slightly, our tongues slip gently into one another's mouth, exploring, intertwining, engaging in dance. The enchanting taste of his kiss held promise of what was to become. I feel his hands move lower over my body, tugging at the buttons of my blouse starting with the top and working their way down, releasing each button slowly and meticulously. My shirt now open, with one swift move he brushes it off my shoulders and to the floor. My breasts seem to be pressing upward, exposing my cleavage as he slides his hands around me, freeing the clasp of my bra and releasing the hold it has on me. My nipples express their new found freedom by growing tall, extremely erect and excited. This is the first time John has ever seen my breasts with their large brown aureoles and protruding nipples. I know he wishes to touch my breasts but opts to remove his shirt instead, quickly slipping it off his shoulders. I allow my gaze to roam the entire length of his body, unable stop myself if I wanted to; he has a powerful physique with his hard tight chest rippling with muscles. There is a small triangle of hair that branches out over the top of his pecks and trickles down his belly, beyond his navel and disappearing into the waist of his jeans. By his stance alone, I can see he is confident in himself and his body. This man absolutely steals my breath away. He cups my breasts in his hands; John's hands are large but my breasts are more than each can hold. Each breast is soft and molds to his touch. Looking into his face, I see the pleasure this brings him. With his fingers he pinches my nipples between them, slightly rolling each one. I have done this many times with my own hands but never has it felt the way it does under his touch. He moves his fingers along the outside edge of my breasts, barely touching me, circling my breasts from the cleavage, over the top, around the outside and beneath until they meet once again in my cleavage. John's hands upon my flesh are magical, caressing, claiming, arousing a fierce desire within me. He brings his lips to my breasts lightly kissing each one, following the same circles his fingers previously traveled. With his hands cupping my breasts, pushing them together, John dips his tongue deep into my cleavage. Instinctively I begin arching my back, lifting my breasts towards him just as his mouth reaches my nipple. "Oh My God", I cry out as he takes my nipple into his teeth holding it gently while flicking it with his tongue. I never could have imagined such an enchanting feeling as he sucks it into his mouth. Pulling me against his chest and embracing me in his arms, I feel so vulnerable. John could do anything at this moment and I would willingly succumb. With fingers splayed wide, his touch lightly runs down my back to unbutton my skirt. I can hear the zipper as he slides it downward ever so slowly. My head swimming, I quickly wrap my arms around him, holding him tightly as I almost lose my balance. His touch is like a fire burning me with his yearning heat. This man has me completely captivated by his grace as he moves his hands along my hips, flat against my skin, pushing my skirt downward until it drops to the floor. I now stand before him in only my black satin panties. My heart is racing for as I look into his eyes gleaming like liquid silver pools, seeing the pleasure this brings him. However, those eyes also shows me he desires to see more, to see all of me, to know what I look like beneath these little panties. As John's lips meet mine, I feel his hand slip between my legs brushing across the satin softness, feeling the tightly trimmed treasure beneath making me tremble. I am fully aware he can feel the simmering heat emanating from within me. He has me so filled with excitement in wonderment of what he will do next. Reaching out to the button on his pants, I begin tugging, pulling, clumsily trying to release the hold it has until finally the button pulls loose. His hand reaches out and closes over mine. "Let me help you." I hear him say in a low sultry voice as he opens the fly. Then he slips his thumbs inside his waistband pushing them to the floor. Through his shorts I can see his excitement as he reaches out to me once again pulling me in close, so close that I can feel his hardness pressing against my abdomen. Oh how I long to touch him, to experience what it would be like to hold his manhood in my hands, only he has other plans for me right now. Alas, he directs my focus back towards my own body and the exciting pleasures I am experiencing as he runs his hands up and down my sensitive back, slipping around to my sides, exploring the curves of my body. It's as if the touch of his fingers burn into my flesh but I love the way it feels. His lips meeting mine, we share a kiss of extreme passion. His kisses move slowly down my body, again tasting my breasts, suckling my nipples, nibbling each one. Ever so lightly John begins circling my navel with the tips of his fingers, only to follow this sensual path with his velvety soft tongue. Very slowly he begins tracing the top of my panties, causing my belly to jump without my control; his touch so light it almost tickles, yet feels so inviting I do not want him to stop. Oh the exciting sensations racing throughout my body at this moment. He swiftly drops to his knees, his hands cupping my cheeks from behind pulling my hips forward until I can feel his fiery breath as he presses his lips against the outside of my panties. "Oh John," I cry out, my hands mingling amongst his thick hair. My pussy is throbbing. I want so much more, but he is very patient, making me wait, making me crave it so badly I ache with desire. Slowly he begins drawing my panties downward, caressing each part of my body as he drags his fingers over my sensitive flesh, sending shivers throughout my being. Guiding me back against the bed, he places his hands upon my shoulders, gently pushing me downward, as if to ask me to sit upon the bed; eagerly I comply. Standing before me, I watch as he rakes my entire body with his hooded gaze, his eyelids heavy with excitement. As his long lashes move slowly up and down a sensual smile breaks across his face; the heat in his eyes set my blood on fire. I watch as this sensuous man casually slips his shorts off his waist. Still captivated by his physique, I cannot help but admire his excitement now that there are no restraints holding it back. Again I want so badly to reach out and touch him, to feel his rigid shaft. With trepidation I raise my hand to touch him; however this time he does not stop me but instead allows me feel how hard and thick he is, the head is a crimson red and feels almost like velvet. I grasp the shaft in my hand and cup the sac beneath with my other, finding myself amazed at how his tight balls are swelled with lust, yet mold so easily into my hand, while his shaft is so rigid in my other; such a striking contrast between the two. I can feel desire, heavy and urgent, tightening his body with startling intensity. At this moment he stops me speaking in a low husky voice, "This time is for you, for your pleasure my Sweet; my time will come the next time we make love." John's eyes meet mine and I am unable to turn away; he has me in his spell as I lay back against the coolness of the satin sheets. I am lost in his tenderness, and feel no thoughts of resistance, only hunger for the unknown pleasures that lie ahead. John sits on the bed beside me tracing my body with his fingers; the fire they carry within them as they burn into my skin is almost unbearable. He is bringing me such pleasure that I yearn for him to hurry; only with his skilled experience, he controls his own desires making certain I am completely ready for him. Bringing himself to shadow my body with his, John kisses the nape of my neck, then over to the tips of my shoulders and lower. He teases my breasts which are now heavy and aching; oh how I want his mouth to devour them. All the while his hand continues to explore the contours of my body beyond my breasts. I can feel the heat of his breath as he lowers his kisses to my navel. Taking one knee, he slides it between my legs, parting them slightly, allowing himself to slip between them. With one swift movement, I feel his lips brush across my womanhood, kissing me, a tantalizing brush of sensual lips against my dewy warmth. "Oh Baby, please..." I begin to beg, not knowing what pleasures he is about to bring me but knowing I want to experience all that he has to offer. With exquisite skill this man tastes me, slowly, thoroughly, his hot rasping tongue stroking me in heated pulses, delighting my quivering bud that is the center of my pleasure. With his tongue he begins taking long slow strokes up one side, circling the apex of my sex then slowing stroking down the other side. My body shudders uncontrollably, my breath quickens and my heart is beating wildly. He then dips his tongue into my sweet nectar, tasting the slick wetness he has created in me. "Oh my God John, please don't stop." Gasping I beg of him. His teeth nipped gently at my swollen aching folds, preparing me for his taking, until I was screaming for release; my pearl swelled tightly beneath his tender lashing. I feel my body tense as a fire begins building so furiously that I cannot contain it any longer allowing myself to explode into his mouth, panting, crying out in ecstasy as deep moans escape my lips. His erection throbbing now, John knows I am ready for him. My head swimming, I sense him cover my body once again. Gazing into my eyes he whispers softly, "Sheila my love, I am going to share with you my most intimate self. I will be careful and gentle, but if I hurt you, please let me know and I will stop." With that his mouth covers mine, our tongues provocatively swirling around one another's. I feel his shaft begin to sink into my silky fire; the velvet head pushing gently into my depths. For one quick moment I feel a sharp pain as he passes through my virginity. He senses my sudden resistance and whispers into my ear, "Don't be afraid Angel. Tonight you can abandon all reason and let your senses rule. Just relax, I will wait until you are comfortable before we continue." His voice is like silk, soothing my inhibitions. From this moment on I feel only complete ecstasy. Slowly he pushes his hardness inside me, my inner walls encasing his shaft, pulling him deep inside my woman's folds. Powerless to stop him, he arouses sensations in me I could never have fathomed. While my breasts press tightly against his powerful chest, I grip his back fiercely, my nails biting into his muscles as he urges me closer and closer to the throbbing pleasure he promised me. "That's it Sheila... let it happen my love... yield to it..." I did yield and to my surprise the shattering climax that followed sent me reeling, exploding in a firestorm of brilliantly colored sparks. Clinging to him, shaking helplessly, I surrender to John's expertise. Heat and dizziness sweeps over me. From a distance I hear a husky voice filling my mind with erotic words of how much he wants me, desires me, hungers for me. He senses my climax and can no longer control his own as he too explodes inside my delicate softness, filling me full of his milky white love. Both of us completely spent, he collapses by my side, his arm cradling me against him. Looking into my deeply eyes John softly whispers, "My Sweetness, we have now been to the stars and back." Then he kisses my forehead and says those words we have avoided speaking for so long, "Sheila, I love you with all my heart and soul." A gentle kiss is shared between us and I whisper back "John, you are my shining star. I love you now and forever." as we drift off to sleep secure in the knowledge that this is just the beginning of a wonderful future. A future filled with passion and a desire to share every aspect of our lives together; to satisfy each other in all ways. It has been 25 years since that night John and I declared our love for one another and to this day it still feels so right when we are together. I feel so lucky he accepted my "precious gift" and cherished it with all his heart and soul, for I am his forever. A Precious Gift If you are under 18, get off my Lit page and get off Literotica. The stories will still be here when you are legally able to access them. *************************** Early in the day, I received a text from you: "Our room. Naked. 6:00 p.m." I wasn't sure what you had in mind, but knew that since I am yours, whatever you wished would bring me joy and pleasure, your satisfaction paramount to me. I drove home from a long day at the office and found the house quiet and dark. It was peaceful, relaxing, and I felt the frustrations of the office peeling away as I walked to our room. I slowly slid off my skirt as I entered the room, tossing it over the back of a chair. The shoes were kicked off without a care for where they landed. It was one of the rare days where I felt like wearing panties. They matched the thigh high black lace topped stockings. I eased out of my suit coat, then my blouse, tossing each aside with equal lack of care. The bed beckoned for multiple reasons: the tantalization of being drawn into your web; as well as a need to just lay down and rest. I noted it was only 5:30 and felt there was time for a few minute's rest before I needed to finish preparing for you. I laid down, wearing nothing but my stockings, bra and panties, curled on my side. Without realizing it, I was soon fast asleep. I dreamed of you, my unconscious mind playing with ideas, both of things you've done and things you've yet to do. But I was pulled out of the delightful journey when I felt your fingers twine into my hair. As you tugged, you leaned in and I could feel your hot breath on my ear before I opened my eyes. "The instructions were simple. Naked. And yet you are laid out here, dressed like a whore. Disregard of my instructions bring consequences, don't they?" you hissed as you pulled my head back, exposing my neck. You punctuated your meaning by sharply biting my shoulder. With my eyes still closed, my head held tightly in your grip, I whispered. "Please, I didn't mean to fail you. Please don't punish me, my kind sir." "I...will...do...as...I...please," you growled back at me, shaking my head with each word for emphasis. All I whispered was, "Please." We both wondered if I was inviting the punishment or returning to the hope that you not take umbrage at this infraction. "Stand." The command, a simple word chilling my skin. The authority in your voice triggering my fear response that can also be so delicious, relishing the adrenaline flooding my body, but rationally, in a small recess of my mind, knowing I was in the safety and security with which you protect me. "Walk to the closet and retrieve the crop." Willingly, belying my earlier protest, I did as you asked. I wanted nothing more than to please you and upon my return, I fell to my knees, raising the crop up to present it to you, head bowed in supplication. "To the center of the bed, kneel, feet toward the foot of the bed," you snapped, grabbing the crop with one hand, and my hair with the other, as you pulled me bodily up. I scrambled to comply. I wasn't quick enough and felt the light lash of the crop against the bottom of my stockinged feet as I moved into position. With an unspoken command, born of knowing both our desires, my arms immediately went to the small of my back, bound together by my own volition, hands grasping the opposing forearms, my own desire to bring you nothing but pleasure, my need to please you in every possible way compelling the delicious surrender to you. You walked around to the other side of the bed. I felt your eyes scrutinizing me. "Who do you belong to?" you said as the crop lightly fell against my ass. My ass flexed at the blow. "You. I am yours." I shuddered slightly from the brief, fleeting pain. "Tell me one of the basic things being mine means," the power in your voice consuming my mind. The crop trailed across the curve of my ass, tracing the outline of my panties, the swell of my cheeks, the curve of my hip, the contours of my thighs. My skin prickled at the tickling of the crop, and I whispered, "I have given myself to you, to use as you wish. It is your right and privilege to take me in whatever you want." "Did you interfere with my wishes?" you asked, lightly striking my ass. "Yes, sir. But it was a minor thing, please, please no more," I pleaded. My nipples became obviously hard, even through the bra, my body giving away my true desire. "And now you presume to direct my actions." I suddenly felt the crop come down three times in quick succession on my ass, each blow increasing in power. You quickly struck another three blows across the back of my stockinged thighs, with enough force that for the next few days I would be sweetly reminded of your power, your authority, your strength every time I sat down. You then laid the crop on the bed in front of me. "Eyes to the crop. Think about your behavior and what's to come because you could not follow a simple request." I looked carefully at this instrument of pleasure, wielded with your power and strength. As I contemplated what you might do to my body, I felt you reach between my legs and slowly unroll the stocking off one thigh. Balancing on one knee, I stretched my leg out to the side so that you could remove it completely before you stripped the other leg as well. I immediately returned to a kneeling position, as you slowly walked around the room, stretching the moments out, knowing my mind was squirming at the thought of the crop before me. Feeling something metallic sliding in just above my ankles, you forced me to move my knees further apart. Soon, my ankles were bound to a spreader bar. I balanced carefully, in a kneeling position, eyes on the crop, mind still whirling with all that you would do; knowing whatever was to come was your right and your privilege. I felt you unhooking the back of my bra, removing it and releasing my bound hands with a mere touch. As I breathed in quickly, you stripped my breasts bare and picked up the crop. Understanding what was to come, I couldn't help but look to your eyes and plead, "No, please, no." My arms were again quickly bound by the force of your will, behind my back. Your face transformed from stern to something more powerful, a primal, animalistic urge coming to your eyes, clear for me to see, clear for me to feel your control sweeping over me. It was as if you relished my helplessness, my pleading eyes, my naked breasts, my bound legs, my arms bound behind my back with nothing more than a thought. You whisked the crop through the air, off to the side of the bed, the snap reverberating in the room. My nipples grew instantly hard. Noting my response, you immediately struck my breasts with the crop, a slight smile coming over your face as I inhaled sharply and arched my back into the pain. Again, you struck a blow, landing the tip on my nipple. And again to the other breast. Five more blows in quick succession. I cried out. "Remain...quiet...slut," you punctuated with each of the next three blows. My mind, centered on only pleasing you, held back any vocal responses. But I could not hold back my physical responses. My breathing quickened, my skin prickled more, blood rushed to the marks you had laid out on my breasts, my nipples remained hard, a sweet oblivious smile that comes over me at the height of pleasurable pain washed over my face. You relished every unconscious response, realizing they were triggered solely by your power over me. You returned the crop to the bed, laying it just in front of me again. Remembering your earlier command, my eyes went to it. Momentarily, I felt something cold, sharp, and metallic against my hip bone as you cut away my panties. My hands squeezed the opposing forearms grasped in my bound position, the only outward sign of the fear triggered by the knife in your hand. You moved to the other side of the bed and cut the other hip of my panties, roughly pulling the lace against my clit as you removed them. Drawing the panties between your fingers, toying with them, you commented, "You are awfully wet for a disobedient slut, aren't you?" A delightful type of shame flooded my mind, knowing my body responds to you, unconsciously hearing your call and not caring if "polite society" would approve. The pleasurable shame of you knowing every dark corner of my mind, identifying those hidden parts of me, calling me by true names that only you are privileged to know. The shame was quickly replaced with joy at hearing the pleasure in your voice. "I am your slut, sir, needing of your loving punishment." Your hand went to my throat and I felt your other on my back, pushing me forward. Fighting to maintain my balance, keeping my arms bound, while being folded forward, I surrendered into your hands, my breathing momentarily stifled as the hand around my neck bore weight until my face was to the bed. "Hands between your legs, whore," you whispered roughly into my ear, your hand holding my neck to the bed, pinning me. I instantly complied, reaching through my knees and finding straps on the spreader bar, just where my wrists landed. You released my neck and moved around behind me to strap my wrists to the spreader bar. Caressing my ass, bound in the air, naked to your every scrutiny, there for you to use in whatever way you needed, you smiled. I was completely helpless, made entirely yours, surrendered willingly to you, needing you to take me in whatever way you saw fit. As you buckled my wrists into place, you could smell how wet I had become. My breathing was ragged. My face was turned, nearly laying on top of the crop. You picked it up slowly, trailing the tip, seeing my eyes follow it. You smiled, relishing the fact every emotion is played out in my eyes, seeing the fear, the need, the hunger all coming over me. I licked my lips as you drew the tip across my shoulder, trailed it down my spine, tracing the line to my ass. "Eyes closed, whore. Why am I going to whip you?" you asked while continuing to trail the tip of the crop over the contours of my body. "Because it is your right." "True. Tell me more," the crop tip now tickling the bottom of my feet. "Because my body is yours to use." Your first response was to bring the crop down, forcefully, across my ass. "More, bitch. You know what I want to hear. Say the words." "Because I am your disobedient slut." You said nothing, but struck my back with the crop, briskly, just a few blows. I understood your unspoken wish, but had to fight with myself to bring the words out for you. "Because I am your willful whore." Each of my words were punctuated by your power over me, blows moving to my ass, alternating cheeks, welts rising up in response. I began sliding away from reality, toward oblivion and had no idea how many blows landed. "Because I am your fuck toy to use as you wish." With more blows from you, sighs escaped my mouth, tears pricked in my eyes at the same time the overwhelming ether pulled me into the rolling nothingness of the pain and pleasure all from you. "Because I am your cunt." I felt a burning on my ass building, as your blows moved to my back, striking, hitting, hard, repeatedly, laying your mark upon me, making me fully and completely yours. "Because it is your desire to punish me." You continued raining blows on my back, as your other hand roughly grabbed my ass, squeezing the marks you had just placed there. My mind exploding with incomprehension as I slipped to that place where all reason is gone, where I do not exist and there is only you and your authority, completely, willingly, joyfully, deliciously, surrendered to you and your will. Only one thought came to me in the symphony you triggered in my mind, as more blows struck my body. "Because you love me." As the last blows landed on my body, my mind unable to follow their placement, but feeling the sweet sting of each blow, I repeated "Yours" until oblivion took me away and I was unable to speak. Incomprehension remained with me. Nothing but you and the glorious pleasure you were giving me existed in my mind, for how long I cannot say. It joyfully felt like an eternity. You reeled me slowly back into reality with the gentle caresses to my back and my ass, feeling a cool, soothing lotion you were lovingly applying, while you whispered, "I love you. You bring me so much joy." As you released me from the spreader bar, I knew our night had just begun but that the punishment was over. Tears quickened to my eyes as I realized you gave me a most precious gift: the force and control of your will, taking me to that delicious, glorious oblivion where only pleasure and you exist. I endeavored the rest of the night to bring you to that place as well.