12 comments/ 16232 views/ 2 favorites Softly By: thisgirlistrouble He kissed her softly. He brushed his lips over hers, kissing the corners briefly. Softly, again and again he teased her mouth with his until she whimpered. His breath was warm and mingled with hers as she exhaled onto his lips. He held her face in his hands as he kissed her mouth, this time with more force and passion. She clung to his shoulders and swayed, leaning her body into his. His muscular arms and shoulders felt incredible under her hands as she groped his upper body, clinging tightly as they kissed. Remaining composed, he began to slowly slide his tongue into her mouth, rubbing her tongue and teeth. He swirled his tongue deep in her mouth, plunging deeply, with growing fervour. As his passion grew, he moved one hand into her hair, holding the back of her head steady under the onslaught of his mouth. With his other hand he caressed downward, touching her neck and sliding underneath her shirt, touching the tops of her breasts above her bra. Her ample cleavage seemed to swell above her bra. His cock swelled and ached within his jeans. He wanted her badly. He reached below and pulled her t-shirt up over her head. He took in the sight of her in just her bra and jeans. The bra was black, lace and see through. He could see her pink nipples peeking through the fabric, hard and desperately seeking attention. He lowered his head and breathed warm breath over the fabric. Looking down at him, she ran her fingers in his hair and tugged his head closer. He opened his mouth and licked her nipple through the lace. She groaned as his hands ran up and down her back, settling on her ass and squeezing. Her jeans were tight, and made her ass high and round. She reached her arms out, grabbing hold of the hem of his shirt and pulling it up over his head. He momentarily lifted his mouth from her breasts to allow her to remove his shirt. His jeans remained on but he unbuttoned them. Kneeling in front of her he reached his hands up her legs and again squeezed her ass. He raised himself up on his knees and kissed her body from between her breasts down to the top of her jeans. He unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, nuzzling as he exposed more of her fevered skin. He peeled her tight jeans away, down her legs and she stepped out. Still kneeling, he pressed his face between her thighs, lapping at her through her matching lace panties. Feeling his tongue flicking her skin softly, she gasped and reached for his head again. Running her fingers into his hair, she moved her hips as he licked her. He opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, urging her to rub herself against him. She held his face still and moved herself against his outstretched tongue. He grabbed her ass and pulled her closer. He loved the taste of her. He reached up and pulled down her panties slowly, kissing her skin as he moved the lace lower and lower. He kissed her inner thigh all the way down to her knee, calf and ankle and up the inside of the other leg until he returned to her pussy. With two fingers he softly touched her, feeling how wet and ready she was for him. He wanted to bury himself in her wet heat. Taking his time he pushed one finger inside her, swirling it in and out as she gyrated her hips against him. Using his thumb he rubbed her clit softly. He was driving her crazy. She wanted to make him feel this good, this wanted. She dropped to her knees and kissed him, tasting herself on his lips. He kept his fingers busy between her thighs, continuously dipping in and out of her wet pussy, alternating between light feathery touches and rubbing hard over her clit. Desperate to make him feel this way, she reached out, rubbing her hands over his crotch and feeling his hard cock underneath. He groaned as her hands found his member. He felt harder than he'd ever been before. Unzipping his pants, she reached her hand inside and placed her hand fully around his aching dick. He was long and thick in her hand, the soft velvety skin felt amazing in her hands. She reached her second hand inside his pants and cupped his balls, groping and rubbing. He pulled his pants lower, removing the final layer between them and giving her more room to use her hands on him. She wrapped both hands around his cock, twisting in both directions, using a tight grip. He cursed under his breath and arched his back giving her more room to work her magic. Suddenly, she stopped her tugging and smiled up at him, kissing him long and hard. He groped her ass and pulled her into his raging hard-on. She asked him to stand up, because she wanted to use her mouth to please him. He stood, shakily before her while she gripped his shaft with her right hand, cupped his balls with her left and slowly licked his dick from the bottom to the top. When she reached his head she twirled her tongue around the head and smoothed over the tip with her flat tongue. Next she opened her mouth wide to take the tip of his cock into her hot mouth. She moaned and hummed as she sucked the tip, making loud popping sounds as she pulled her mouth off each time. Her left hand continued to rub and massage his balls from below. She used a finger to press up against his taint, causing him to feel immense pleasure. He swore again as she moved her mouth further down onto his dick, using her tongue to bathe the underside as she sucked it. She bobbed her head up and down his shaft, sucking long and hard. She used the tip of her tongue to flick the sensitive underside of his dick and quickly began sucking it again. Unable to take any more of her teasing, he told her he needed her to stop. "I need to fuck you now," he said simply and in a hushed whisper as he dropped to his knees on the floor and leaned forward to kiss her, leaning her backward. As she lay down onto her back she drew her knees up and wrapped her legs around his waist. Reaching down between their bodies, she took his dick in her hand and rubbed the head against her wet pussy and clit. The soft head rubbing against her clit felt amazing and she arched her back up and leaned her head back. Placing one arm under her neck and resting his weight on the other, he thrust forward, with her hand's guidance, into her tight, wet pussy. "That feels so good, babe," he whispered, kissing her neck and licking her skin. She tasted like heaven and her pussy gripped his cock tightly as he moved in and out. As he pushed deeper, she pulled her knees higher, giving him better access to thrust deeper and harder. His pace quickened as her moans became louder and her reaction to his cock became more enthusiastic. She writhed and squirmed as his thrusts became deeper, hitting just the right spot within, making her pussy gush as she came again and again, screaming his name. She scratched her long finger nails down his muscular back and arms. She loved feeling his hard muscles moving under his skin. Holding him steady, she pressed her body up to meet his thrusts with equal passion. As his thrusts became deeper, harder and faster he needed to cum. He tried to make their lovemaking last as long as he could before he thrust deeply into her and spurted ropes of cum deep inside her. Kissing her as his orgasm ripped through him, he felt incredible. He felt the waves of pleasure from his head to his toes. He continued to move in and out of her as the waves subsided. His cock stayed hard for several minutes after while he moved inside her. He reached down to rub her clit, keeping his cock inside. He wanted to make sure she came like he did. Loving his hands on her as he filled her, she came quickly. She was dripping wet and he knew exactly what to do to get her off. Kissing her once more he placed both elbows beside her shoulders and both hands on either side of her face. His mouth slanted over hers as his tongue slowly slid in and out, teasing her tongue and making her loved. With exaggerated effort, he moved himself to one side and pulled her onto of him to rest. She laid her head on his chest and rubbed his chest, stomach and dick softly and slowly with her hand. She smiled as she fell asleep, feeling safe and loved. Softly Dominating a Lady Mac Jackson sits at his desk. His lover is far away, and the pitch of his thoughts has reached a fiendish level. With a semi-erection between his legs he gets to thinking that he'll get her mind going with a written fantasy, of sorts, in the hope of feeding her fresh images for her minds eye to alight and inspire the circling movements of her finger upon her clitoris. "One can always wander," Said he to himself. He sits up at his desk and pulls the chair in tight. His fingers begin hammering away on the keys as he begins to write part 1 ... YOU HAVE TO DO AS I SAY... I tell you that you're not allowed to touch me. That I am in control of everything. That all you have to do, and all that you can do, is feel what I do to your body. I take your clothes off, stripping you down to your panties and heels, and tell you forcefully to put your hands flat against the wall in front of you. My fingers trail softly over your skin. My lips kiss your neckline as I gently pull back your ponytail. As I kiss and lick your neck my hands cup and caress your breasts, fingertips gently squeezing your nipples. My right hand then glides down your front and, ever so slightly, brushes over your sex, to tease, to taunt, as I rub my stiff prick between your bottom. I pull a little harder on your ponytail and step aside. I now rub your bottom and squeeze it, before spanking you hard, again and again. I let go of your hair and run my fingers down your back, and then take a hold of your panties, pulling them down to the floor. My lips run gradually up your thigh and between your cheeks. Here I lightly rim you round and around, hearing you gasp delicately. My thumb then enters inside you and begins circling the dampness within. This soft motion starts to quicken as your breath quickens. I spank you hard across your check without you being ready for it, making you moan spontaneously. You have to beg me now to penetrate deep inside of you, yet I wait longer till you're gasping and yearning harder still to be taken. I stand up and free my cock. Here I slide it between your checks before slapping its shaft against your cunt. I can now feel you sodden, and with this I feel that you are ready. I slide the tip in and hold it there, feeling the walls inside of you contract around it. Then I take hold of your hair and pull your head back slightly, before pushing the whole thing in deep to the hilt. Holding it here I see your body arch as I tell you not to move your hands from the wall, that you are not allowed to do anything but feel me manipulate your body... Softly Falling Softly falling ( Manners: an excuse to get three dates) As he was waiting for someone else that day he almost missed her. Yet even though he had other plans he could not resist. Her eyes were what caught him. They were a green/blue and her shining red hair accentuated them perfectly. They had a confused look in them as she scanned the small café. She sighed and sat down. She was obviously also waiting for someone since she kept checking her watch. After half an hour, he should've given up and gone home. It was clear that he had been stood up. She wasn't leaving though and something in him compelled me to stay. After an hour we were both still sitting there. She had given up on her watch and put it away in her bag. When she looked as if she would finally move to leave, he could restrain himself no longer. He walked over and said one simple word. "Hi." She looked up and looked slightly puzzled. "Do I know you?" she asked the confusion evident on her face. "Not yet, no" he responded quickly. Strangely the cliché worked and she smiled ever so softly in a way that made his knees weak and felt like the ground was moving underneath him. "Oh really and what does that yet mean?." He decided to take a risk and do something he had never done before in his life. He took a leap of faith. "Well I've been sitting here for two hours and so have you. I figure you were waiting for someone who's not coming. Now whether or not you're attached I don't know but I noticed you two hours ago and I've sat here since then building up the courage to come speak to you because I know if I did not at least try I would regret it. Now this is all pouring out and I'm going to regret being so forward. Listen I'm sorry I disturbed you. I'll just be going." Already convinced by his defeatist attitude that it was pointless he turned around to leave. Then he felt her grab his hand. The touch sent shockwaves through his body. Her skin was so soft as to be like cotton wool. "No stay. We'll talk for a while. It is not like we have anything better to be doing or we wouldn't have sat here all this time." "Ok he replied, I'm john by the way." "Sarah" she replied with another earth shaking smile. They spent the next four hours talking until closing time. She had been waiting for a guy she'd met a week ago. She didn't think he was a great catch but she'd been on the rebound from a bad relationship and she just needed someone stable in her life and he was that. He was dull and predictable but nice enough. There was no great passion between them but she knew he liked her. She thought he'd been late because of the bus he caught. It was always getting delayed but never by two hours. She must've had second thoughts. He was a man who was prone to them if anything he tried differed from his routine. John told her about his job causing him stress. The world of a social worker was not easy but he stayed because he enjoyed helping people. He often worked erratic hours and that made it hard for him to meet people. His current relationship was on its last legs today and he was meeting with his girlfriend to talk things out. When she did not show he assumed she had just gone. It had been going badly for weeks though so he was not surprised. He wasn't even sad about it. They said a short goodbye outside the café. Then he watched her walk away. Her beautiful form silhouetted by the street lamps that were alight on this dark December evening. He clutched a small piece of paper with a phone number, a date and a time. They had agreed to meet at the café again. He spent the next day drifting through his work barely paying attention to the various cases that he dealt with. He couldn't get her image out his mind. The date on the paper was the 12th of December three days from then. He didn't know how he would last that long without hearing her voice. Two day later, he was in agony. He didn't mind though it was the sort of glorious worried/excited pain that you get when you really want something but you worry so much about whether or not it will go right you are tempted not to try at all in case it goes bad. He couldn't do that. Instead he called her the night before and they talked about their lives and ideas until the early hours of the morning. After that conversation he worried that they would run out of conversation the next day. He dressed casually and comfortably that day, not needing any fancy clothes but instead feeling that he would be walking a fair amount that day. They met in the café again. She ordered a hot chocolate full to the brim with marshmallows and spent the next five minutes teasing him by licking melted bits of marshmallow off her fingers. Soon they finished and started strolling, they lacked destination but that wasn't important. His previous worried proved completely wrong and rather than run out of things to say the conversation carried them from place to place. They went into a shopping mall and into a small shop full of strange plastic objects and strange dark gothic clothing. He said some small teasing insult, which she responded to over sharply. He feigned hurt and she pulled him close. He was a very physical person in all of his dealings. He liked to hug people and to touch. This hug was subtly different to the rest. It just felt right. He slowly kissed up her neck and found her lips. Their touch sparked desire in his body and possibility in his mind. They kissed for only a second and remembering where they were, they walked along innocently for a short while but as they were crossing down an almost deserted side road. He pulled her to him and pressed her again the wall in one fluid motion. His mouth found hers and they kissed passionately, their lips joining and parting only to join again a few seconds later. After what seemed like second but was really minutes they parted. They both walked down the road with smiles on their faces. Five minutes later they came to a park that he had forgotten existed. It was winter and there was frost on the ground and few trees had leaves. They strolled around. The light began to dim in the late afternoon. He constantly pulled her close and kissed her. He could not resist. She sat down on a tree and he pressed himself against her and kissed her. "You know the way you don't like people touching your feet, why is that?" "They are really sensitive." She responded puzzled by the inquiry. He slid his hand down her leg and took her foot in his hand. He slowly slipped off her shoe and her sock and started massaging it as softly as he could. "I'm trying to hard not to kick you right now," she said, "Its really hard because that's my first reaction to anyone touching my foot." He massaged it for a time until she was comfortable with him doing it, all the while talking. "You know I was reading a book, it said that if you massaged certain areas of the foot it relaxes different parts of the body," then with a smile, "mind if I experiment on you?" She just smiled at him. He put her sock back on and leaned in to kiss her again. Then he saw the light shining on the spire of the nearby church. He thought it looked so stunning that he jumped up and pulled her along with him to find a good vantage point. He found it on a bend in the path. There was a light fog rising from the grass, almost hiding it. Only the spire was visible the rest hidden behind a line of trees. In the small dip between the place where he stood and the line of trees marking the end of the park. There was a solitary tree which as if by some miracle still had leaves on it. They were a shade of crimson mixed with brown. It stood directly lined with the spire. The spire itself was stunning in the light. The golden shine of the late afternoon sun shined entirely on one side of it. The sight was breathtaking. He pulled her close from behind. They shared the sight together and grasped its beauty as well as only people who are there can. As the light dimmed further they ran to try and find some vantage point to watch the sunset. They found it atop a small grassy knoll where a rise slightly off the path provided a view over the high wall that circled the park. The sun set in a spectacular way behind a hill heralding the perfect end to the perfect day. The day was not quite over even though the sun had set. A time later they found themselves sitting on a bench in a deserted place. They were locked in embrace, his hands inside her top stroking her silk like skin. He kept trying to restrain himself from touching it and going further but he could not. He gave in to his desire and quickly and easily unclasped her bra with one hand. He cupped her breast and rolled her nipple in his fingers, only for a second though. He quickly remembered where he was and although he longed for more it was impossible. He redid her bra because he had undone it and that was fair. His restraint dominated in the end but she looked disappointed in a sense. Though he knew that she knew nothing could have happened there. He did not hear from her for a week and he was terrified that he had blown it with his restraint. She had obviously not wanted him to stop but he had. He decided not to call her because he wanted her to make the decision to come to even when he was hesitant. If she did then she would forgive him if it happened again. It was especially trying for him as he was constantly assaulted with the memory of her smell, the feel on his lips upon hers, her fingertips on her skin. What haunted him above the rest was the feel of her soft bud of a nipple against his hands and the feel of her breast as he caressed them with his hands. He woke up from dozing on his couch some hour before he had to leave. Dozing had become a habit for him when he knew he'd be going out later in the evening. He was unsure of what to wear before he left. His in-decisiveness had an impact here as much as anywhere else. He settled on a simple light blue shirt and a pair of jeans. He didn't want to appear too formal and had avoided a suit. He picked up his nice coat for the first time that year. He had not used it much in while. He found his gym card in the right pocket. He'd been looking for it all summer. The gym made it hard to get a new one so when he couldn't find it he gave up going. Not that it had made much of a difference. He only used to go half an hour a week. Now he just walked instead. He had never really needed it anyway his muscles were big enough for his life but not massive like a body builders. Body builder arms require far too much work. He ran a comb through his short black hair just to get rid of the small tangles that formed while he was sleeping. He then shaved his face slowly taking extreme care not to make any cuts or blemishes Finally deciding that it would do, he went out the door. He had brought a fairly heavy coat against the cold and was instantly glad of it when he stepped out into the cold December night. The air turned his breath visible and the pavement was cold under his feet. Sarah had said her place was only five minutes from the café which meant ten minutes from him. His heart was pounding as he walked. The blood was rushing to his head as he slowly saw all the possibilities that lay before him tonight. He was scared, not of doing anything stupid but of screwing things up. He was more scared than he'd ever been in this situation and he didn't know why. His knees began to feel weak and he was glad he was almost there. He paused for a few seconds to regain his composure before ringing her bell and then being buzzed through the door into the apartment complex. The stairs proved too much of a hassle for his troubled brain and he decided to take the lift. He reached the floor and the door was open, flat number three. He prayed it was right and that he did not walk in on some random scene. He snuck a peak inside. It was definitely the right place. So he went and there she was, looking radiant. Dinner was a light Italian pasta dish spaghetti ala carbonara prepared with care. The film chosen was something suitably romantic to match the occasion. Love actually Hugh Grant's slightly idiotic charm and the innocence of the small drummers love for the girl worked there magic and by the end of the evening we could both agree that it had been great. She leaned over at the end of the film and started kissing him. Her soft lips met his for a brief second and then he pulled away. But he could not resist for more than a second and their lips met again. His tongue slid out and brushed her lips, and then she parted them to allow him entry. Their tongues met and danced and writhed in each others touch, mirroring their body's actions. His hands slid under her and he pulled her closer, truly hugging her without making her feels uncomfortable on his arms. Her hands stroked up and down his back she was clearly turned on. She moved to pull his t-shirt off; he stopped her then gently pulled away. She clearly looked surprised and stunned. "Not tonight," the syllables rolled clearly but softly, "I'm really enjoying us spending time together and I don't want to rush into anything. To be clear, I want you, I desire you I just want to get to know you more as a person before anything else happens." She didn't look annoyed or troubled, she nodded understandingly. So he kissed her gently one last time, gently whispered goodnight into her ear, then stood up and walked out. He walked home in a daze, confused, happy, but quite dazed. He didn't know why he had stopped. He had been expecting sex that night and had really surprised himself by stopping. When he reached his flat he was both confused and filled with desire.